She is Jianxiu

Chapter 1411 The Capture of Zhang Sisan
Suddenly being lifted into the air, Wang Long was startled and looked at Zhao Chun with a strange expression. After Zhong Luohe stood still, she noticed that only Wan Chong and Shen Tong were not present. She seemed to have thought of something, and her expression turned rather unpleasant as she glanced at them.

Zhao Chun had no intention of explaining further to them. With a wave of her hand, sword light burst forth from all sides, shooting into the misty fog.

Wang and Zhong, with their excellent eyesight, could clearly see that in the mist, wherever the sword light passed, countless afterimages fell down like reeds in the wind, only to rise again and be cut down by the next sword light in an instant. This cycle repeated until the mist thinned a bit, and the afterimages within gradually showed signs of decay, their recovery speed no longer as fast as before.

Wang Long was momentarily stunned. After witnessing Zhao Chun's methods, he realized how ridiculous his boasting had been in the past few days. Because of Zhao Chun's prior warning, he and his companions were cautious after entering, planning to first find the source of the object and then defeat it.

In comparison, Zhao Chun's approach was much more straightforward. Wang Long could easily see that she was using brute force to break through magic. No matter how many afterimages she created, he would simply cut them down with a single sword strike, and then they would see whether her afterimages were more numerous or her magic power was greater.

With a formidable enemy at hand, exhausting one's true energy would only lead to certain death. Zhao Chun's willingness to act in this way clearly demonstrates his extreme confidence in his own strength.

At least Wang Long himself would never act so rashly.

Countless hours passed, and Wang Long and the others were utterly astonished. They secretly wondered if they could withstand the sword light, and the answer was, needless to say, no. They were relieved that they had not become enemies with Zhao Chun, but a bitter feeling welled up in their hearts. They sighed at how these disciples of the great sects of the North had always come from privileged backgrounds and cultivated in blessed lands and grotto-heavens. The extraordinary Daoist techniques that ordinary people dared not even dream of were within their reach for these disciples.

Amidst sighs, the thick, inky fog before them had receded considerably, gradually revealing two somewhat disheveled figures. One was of medium height and plain appearance, none other than Wan Chong, who had recently joined the ranks of the Divine Realm. The other was tall and handsome, holding a pagoda in his hand, his body radiating a dazzling, colorful light, which must be Shen Tong, who had yet to emerge from the fog.

As the fog thinned, Wan Chong, who had been on high alert, finally relaxed his brow slightly. Inwardly, he thought to himself that Shen Tong was indeed as cautious as Zhao Chun had said. Even though he had feigned a disheveled state and risked his life several times, finding himself in a passive position, he hadn't provoked Shen Tong to make a move. Wan Chong even wondered if Zhao Chun had mistaken him for someone else.

However, Zhao Chun must have his own reasons for acting, and he has no right to interfere. Just by looking at the fact that the afterimages from all directions have all receded, it is clear that Zhao Chun has already made his move, and there is probably no need for him to do anything more.

In the hazy distance, a few rays of sunlight pierced through the thin mist and shone down. A creature unlike any other afterimage, seemingly crawling on the ground, finally revealed itself. Wan Chong knew that it was the true form of the demon. After gritting his teeth, he did as Zhao Chun had instructed and called out to Shen Tong, "Fellow Daoist Shen, the Sword Lord has removed the illusion, and the demon has revealed itself. Please help us!"

He then leaped forward and flew away with all his might.

At this moment, Shen Tong also saw the creature. Because he was in the sword formation, he did not notice the abnormality of Wang Long and the others. Seeing Wan Chong go first, he suddenly felt a surge of anxiety. He thought to himself, how could he give up such a great opportunity to you? He then threw out the pagoda, made a hand seal, and pressed it down on the beast. He then leaped and quickly passed in front of Wan Chong, arriving in front of the beast.

Just then, Wan Chong stopped in his tracks, immediately turned around and flew into the sky, breaking free from the Ten Directions Sword Formation and meeting up with Zhao Chun and the others.

Only Shen Tong remained trapped in the urn. He suddenly sensed something was wrong, but he was already trapped within the sword formation. With demons in front and Zhao Chun behind, his heart tightened. In a flash, he came up with a plan. He chose to swing his sleeve, grab the pagoda, and smash it down. Instantly, the demon on the ground struggled to its feet. His eyes flashed, and a Dao diagram appeared behind him. He instantly mobilized a large amount of true essence and exhaled a multicolored spiritual light, which shot towards the demon's head like a flying sword.

The creature let out a mournful cry, and the abundant energy within it gushed out from the wound, leaving it utterly powerless to resist.

Shen Tong accepted the life of the evil spirit, but his mind was preoccupied elsewhere. He didn't know if Zhao Chun had noticed anything, but with Wang Long and the others present, he felt he hadn't made any mistakes. This was just a test, and he figured it wouldn't lead to anything serious.

So he exhaled a heavy breath and tried to withdraw his magic power to get up and deal with his opponent. However, when he circulated his dantian, he felt as heavy as lead, and he could not move his true essence. At some point, an invisible and shadowless divine consciousness had sneaked into his purple mansion and disappeared into the Dao diagram.

Zhao Chun looked down at the man, raised two fingers and pointed forward, then slowly drew a line in the air. Surprisingly, the Dao diagram that appeared behind Shen Tong also rippled like water following the movement of her fingers!
Wang Long and the others had no idea what she had done. They only heard Zhao Chun chuckle lightly, her gaze hardening as she muttered to herself, "So that's how it is."

Then, with a flick of his sleeve, he grabbed the still struggling Shen Tong and brought him before everyone, asking him, "How long have you had Shen Tong's body?"

Upon hearing this question, regardless of how calm Zhao Chun was, Wang Long and the others couldn't sit still any longer.

Over the decades, they had all been somewhat aware of Shen Tong's activities in Qinlian Mountain, but none of them had brought it to light. They assumed he had made contact with the Celestial Cult and was secretly plotting something unspeakable. After the upheaval, chaos reigned in the south, and no one could claim their subordinates were completely innocent. Shen Tong had a master, so he wouldn't cross the line or only pursue fame and fortune, which was understandable to them. But Zhao Chun's implication was that Shen Tong had long been possessed by a supernatural being, and they didn't know how many years they had kept him hidden by their side!
Looking at Zhong Luohe's face again, he was also visibly shaken, stammering, "Junior Brother Shen, he..."

She was clearly aware of the Heavenly Human Cult, but she found Shen Tong's identity strange, not realizing that he was no longer human.

The junior brother Shen mentioned by him naturally denied it outright, and said in shock and anger: "What do you mean by this, Sword Master? What do you mean that I have obtained Shen Tong's body? I am Shen Tong, how could I be fake?"

He then turned to Wang Long and the others and shouted, "I have known you fellow Daoists for many years. Can't you tell the truth from the falsehood? Today she attacked me without explanation. I'm afraid she had this idea all along, which is why she went to such lengths to lure us out. If I were truly a supernatural being possessed, why didn't she just say everything in the city? There would be no need for all this trouble!"

Shen Tong's words made sense, and even Wang Long and the others hesitated for a moment after hearing them. However, the current situation was beyond their control. If Zhao Chun truly intended to eliminate dissidents, then Wang Long and the others should first and foremost worry about their own lives and property.

Therefore, after careful consideration, Wang Long lowered his brows and said softly to Zhao Chun, "It's not that I don't trust Sword Lord, but this Shen Tong comes from the Dongxu Sect. If we can't clarify things, we really won't be able to give an explanation if a powerful cultivator asks. If Sword Lord is certain that this person is a possessed body, you might as well bring him back to the city first. That way, we can convince the public."

Furthermore, there was also the fear that Zhao Chun was deliberately provoking trouble under the guise of Yiren. If this happened once, it could happen again, inevitably making people feel that if one of them were to fall, the other would be vulnerable.

Zhao Chun smiled and pointed at Shen Tong, who was standing stiffly in front of her, and said, "Fellow Daoist, rest assured. Today I was just testing this person to see if there was a way to distinguish between ordinary people and extraordinary people. Now that I have the answer, I need to take him to report to the sect. It is really not possible to kill him."

Seeing that Zhao Chun was so easy to talk to, Wang Long could not say anything more and could only nod and say, "Sword Lord has always acted prudently, it was I who was overthinking things. Fellow Daoist Shen, since you say that you are not an extraordinary person, then let's leave it to the future to prove your innocence. Great cultivators have discerning eyes and will surely clear your name."

Shen Tong was extremely anxious, thinking that at that time, he would truly be facing death. The only way out now was to return to Dingxian City, seek the protection of his mentor Huang Xin, and use this opportunity to escape unscathed before considering the rest of the matter.

He then shouted, "I am a disciple of Master Huang. Whether I am true or false is for her to discern. How dare you take me—"

Zhao Chun was unwilling to waste any more words with him. With a flick of her sleeve, she swept Shen Tong into her sleeve and said in a low voice, "I don't care who your disciple is. Now that you're in my hands, why do you have to say so much?"

Wang Long and the others immediately fell silent, as if they had only now realized the methods of the person in front of them.

Thousands of miles away, Qin Yuke was sitting and breathing exercises, closing her eyes to rest. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and the bell placed beside her was struck by a sword aura, causing it to shake violently and emit a series of rapid, crisp sounds.

She abruptly stood up and went straight to Chi Zangfeng and the others who were already waiting. She led her disciples and the group left the city in a grand procession. Because they did not keep quiet, they immediately attracted a lot of attention and the matter was spread to the ears of various forces.

Kang Rong has now handed over many things to others in order to go into seclusion and cultivate himself, so that he can stay for a long time before passing away and being reborn.

Therefore, when the Kang family's expert rushed in anxiously, even someone as good-natured as her couldn't help but show her displeasure.

But the words spoken by the divine being were too harsh to bear. Kang Rong's expression changed drastically upon hearing them. Forgetting his own business, he hurriedly asked, "Are you saying that those Zhaoyan disciples went to Qinlian Mountain?"

"Those disciples made a great show of force and did not hide from anyone. The news has spread throughout the city and they are heading to Shen Tong's Qinlian Mountain."

Kang Rong said, "Shen Tong is not in the mountains right now, and Zhao Yan and Zhao Chun have also left the city. Why would these disciples set off at this time?"

The cultivator with the divine power was filled with surprise and doubt. Thinking that he still had several disciples in Qinlian Mountain, all of whom were excellent talents with outstanding character, he said with heartache, "Kang You and the others are still on the mountain. Should we go and bring them all back?"