“Sister, how about… Shiyao gives it a try?”
Shiyao couldn’t help but speak up as she watched Ye Qinghan struggle with the mechanism for quite a while without success.
Ye Qinghan had indeed noticed something unusual. This barrier formation seemed to be a closed loop—no matter what she did, she always ended up back at the starting point.
“No need. Sister Qinghan already has a solution.”
“Really?” Shiyao clapped her little hands, her face full of joy.
“Who do you think Sister is?”
Ye Qinghan pulled open her collar and slammed her sword case heavily to the ground, startling Shiyao.
With a double bang, the sword case instantly opened. Six immortal swords shot out, hovering around Ye Qinghan.
Letting out a long breath, she drew her three-foot white jade sword. The cold light of the Frost Edge Sword reflected on Shiyao’s terrified little face.
Spiritual Qi and Dao charm swirled around her body, and a phantom figure appeared behind her—not a divine being nor a beast, but a glowing golden sword shadow.
“Frost Edge Sword Formation…”
With her red lips slightly parted, her eyes sharp and emotionless, she called out to the surrounding immortal swords. They responded instantly.
“Breaking Army Sword Formation!”
Sister Qinghan was naturally the type who hated trouble. She only tried to solve the formation gently because Shiyao was nearby.
In Ye Qinghan’s eyes, solving puzzles was the last resort. Why be bound by rules?
Rules were meant to restrain the weak. But she was strong—she had a better solution. Crude, but effective!
BOOM!—the formation shattered instantly. Wherever the sword light passed, stone and gold alike were reduced to dust. The destructive force was overwhelming and unstoppable!
Heh… In Ye Qinghan’s eyes, this was the true meaning of, “If you’re weak, don’t blame the path for being rough.”
“Let’s go, Shiyao.” She put away her sword case.
“Sister, your expression just now was terrifying…” Shiyao looked at the “road” ahead, feeling a chill down her spine… If this had happened outside, the mountain might’ve been blasted straight through!
“Was it?”
“Sister, didn’t you just reach Foundation Establishment? How can you be this powerful!” Shiyao bounced along, grinning like a mischievous minister. She searched her vocabulary for praise but only managed to find one word: amazing!
“If I weren’t amazing, Master would beat me to death.”
Ye Qinghan just wanted to end the conversation. Bringing Shiyao along wasn’t so bad, it even relieved some boredom, but this girl’s mouth just wouldn’t stop!
“I heard from the elder that Sister joined the Soaring Immortal Hall just for the Frost Edge Sword.”
“That’s right. But once I came in, there was no way out.”
“Is that sword really strong? Is it a Heaven-grade spiritual sword?”
Shiyao looked disappointed. She thought it was a treasure, but it wasn’t even Heaven-grade…
“Why?”
Why was she still talking?! Ye Qinghan seriously wanted to ask her master if there was a magical item that could sew someone’s mouth shut!
If this girl were mute, she’d actually be quite likable! But her biggest flaw… was her mouth!
“Shiyao, how about we play a game?”
“Okay! How do we play, Sister?”
“From now on, we both stop talking!”
Ye Qinghan cupped Shiyao’s head like holding a basketball. The killing intent in her eyes was almost uncontrollable!
“But Shiyao wants to talk to Sister…” Shiyao looked a little aggrieved. She liked this mysterious sister. Sister was so kind to her!
Even the heavenly materials and rare treasures dropped by the skeleton soldiers were shared with her!
“Then, do you still want to play the game?”
“…I do…”
“Then until we pass the next test, no talking. Deal?”
“Okay!”
“If you can’t hold it in and lose, you have to give me all the buns in your bag!”
Shiyao looked at Ye Qinghan, then at her cloth bag in her arms. That bag was sewn by the Grand Elder. She’d been carrying it since she was eight.
“Okay!”
She could eat buns again when she went back, but Sister probably couldn’t…
Everyone thought Shiyao was a fool, but she was actually very clever!
Shiyao knew Sister was good to her!
She stopped talking—not because of the buns, but because she wanted to be good.
Ye Qinghan was happy to enjoy the silence. Unknowingly, she even began to think that this quiet version of Shiyao… was kind of adorable.
They crushed wave after wave of demonic beasts and passed test after test. Shiyao always stayed close, almost like a real little sister.
And she did have some ability. Ye Qinghan knew even without her help, Shiyao could’ve made it here on her own.
But the monster before them might not be something Shiyao could handle.
The phantom ahead likely had a cultivation level of Late Nascent Soul Realm. Even the Second Elder of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion would only flee before it.
Let alone Li Shiyao, who was only at the mid-stage Foundation Establishment Realm?
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At the center stood a blue phantom. This wasn’t the first time Ye Qinghan had seen one like it. If attacked or approached within a certain range, it would immediately strike.
Along the way, Ye Qinghan had seen many corpses—some were fellow cultivators who entered at the same time, others were ancient wandering souls.
All of them had come in pursuit of the heavenly treasures inside the secret realm. They’d squeezed in, risked their lives, all for a chance at immortality.
Just for the possibility of standing out and being admired by all.
Heh… how foolish.
With a single glance, Ye Qinghan signaled the little dummy to fall back. She was preparing to go all out!
Ye Qinghan didn’t know if she could kill the phantom, but it didn’t matter. If not, she would just use the jade slip her master had given her and finish it instantly~
As for why she didn’t use it right away—first, she wanted to test her own strength. That was part of the reason she entered the secret realm.
Second, she wasn’t sure if this realm could withstand her master’s divine power…
Ten immortal swords flew out—Ye Qinghan was ready to go all out and see if she could kill the phantom in a single strike.
“Frost Edge Sword Formation, Godslayer Sword Formation—Frost Edge!”
Ye Qinghan unleashed her full spiritual power. Countless flying swords filled the sky—it looked like the legendary “Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect” scene. Most of them were phantom replicas of immortal swords.
The intent of the Frost Edge Sword manifested behind her again. As the swords screamed in unison, the formation shifted into the Godslayer Sword Formation.
The sword cries sounded like the wails of demons, the howling wind like battle drums. The golden sword shadows changed color the moment the words “Frost Edge” left her lips!
Staring at the sky full of snowy white sword shadows, Shiyao was dumbfounded. That earlier move wasn’t even Sister’s ultimate technique?
Huh?
Was she not as strong as Sister because she’d eaten too much?
Didn’t the elder say she and Sister were about the same?
That damned elder! This is what you call “about the same”? You call this “equally matched in strength”?
The gap is huge!
And to think she had just pitied Sister. Was she really the fool everyone said she was?
As Ye Qinghan drew the Frost Edge Sword from her waist, her snowy figure charged in with the flying swords!
The powerful sword Qi was so intense, Shiyao couldn’t even turn her neck. She had no idea what was happening on Ye Qinghan’s side!
She was blown back and flung into the air. Only now did little Shiyao realize just how big the gap was in that so-called “equally matched” claim.
Was Sister Qinghan really just at Foundation Establishment?
Only after the tyrannical, arrogant sword Qi had dissipated and her neck could finally support her head again did Shiyao slowly look up…
And saw Ye Qinghan standing amidst the rubble of shattered stones.