Mortal: Fifteenth Realm Sword Cultivator

After speaking, the Six Paths Supreme Saint turned around, exposing his back to Zhuang Huayi without any defenses.

He looked up at the sky, his face full of regret.

"Such pure Yin energy is wasted on something that is merely superficial. What a pity, truly a pity."

The Six Paths Supreme Saint reached out to grab them, and the phoenixes flew and crashed uncontrollably, but were eventually forcibly drawn towards his palm and slowly condensed.

Upon seeing this, Zhuang Huayi's face turned ashen. These eight phoenixes were transformed from her "Phoenix Essence," how could she allow him to take them away?!

A thought crossed my mind.

It exploded instantly.

It transformed into the purest spiritual energy, dissipated, and completely dissolved into the world.

The Six Paths Supreme Saint frowned slightly, seemingly somewhat surprised by this suicidal method. He shook his hand, his face showing even more regret, and sighed softly, "What a waste! Why did you do this, Madam?"

Zhuang Huayi gritted her teeth and said, "What exactly do you want to do?"

The smile on the face of the Six Paths Supreme Saint deepened, "Madam already knows this in her heart, so why ask when you already know the answer?"

Zhuang Huayi's spiritual power surged once more, and the black longsword in her hand hummed incessantly, its tip pointing directly at the Six Paths.

She slightly hunched over, as if preparing to fight her opponent again.

Upon seeing this, the Six Paths Supreme Saint shook his head and said, "Madam, why are you like this? Do you not care at all about the lives of all the disciples on this mountain, or even the lineage of White Wall Mountain?"

Regardless of what he does, just by listening to his tone and attitude, he really seems like a scholar.

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Huayi looked at the hypocritical face of the Six Paths Saint and felt an overwhelming sense of absurdity, almost bursting into laughter in her extreme anger.

Such a shameless person is truly the most she has ever seen in her hundreds of years of cultivation!

"You killed my disciples, and you still have the nerve to ask me why?!"

Unexpectedly, the Six Paths Supreme Saint said in a very calm tone, "It's just a lesson to a maid who doesn't know her place. When Madam moves into Holy Demon Island in the future, she will naturally be second only to the Emperor. At that time, the entire White Wall Mountain will have to learn the rules of Holy Demon Island. Of course, if Madam wants, the latter can learn from the former, and that's fine too."

"Oh!"

A short, cold sneer escaped from between Zhuang Huayi's teeth, carrying a chilling and contemptuous tone.

"I have absolutely no trust in an old devil who 'asks for directions and cuts down wood'!"

The Six Paths Supreme Saint smiled knowingly, "We'll just have to wait and see."

Zhuang Huayi had barely opened her mouth when she was interrupted by Liu Dao Jisheng waving his hand.

"Madam, there's no need to repeat those clichéd lines about how things went with others, or make excuses like 'the relationship is already settled.'"

I have never considered myself a good person, but whatever I seek, no matter how many obstacles there are, I will eventually obtain it.

Mere rumors and gossip, what do they matter to me? As for that Nascent Soul cultivator…”

His eyes were indifferent, and his tone carried a hint of contempt and amusement.

"It just so happens that one of the magical artifacts I crafted is missing a main soul. Why not let it serve as a gentleman, thus making it more perfect?"

After speaking, the Six Paths Supreme Saint suddenly turned his head to look in a certain direction and smiled, "What do you think, sir?"

Zhuang Huayi was slightly confused by the old demon's sudden action, but she was more on high alert, fearing that he might be plotting something or hiding some strange methods.

However, to her surprise, before the Six Paths Supreme Saint had finished speaking, a strange change occurred in the area where her gaze fell.

In the distance, several almost transparent sword lights suddenly appeared in the void.

Like fish returning to their nests, gathering and solidifying, in an instant, a figure appeared before the two.

It was Lu Jianghe.

In fact, he had already sensed it the moment the Six Paths Supreme Saint appeared at White Wall Mountain.

However, he was too lazy to ask.

This is, after all, a conflict between Zhuang Huayi and the Six Paths Supreme Saint.

It has nothing to do with me, and I don't want to get involved.

But when the two talked about the rumors, and thought about the strange repairs to the teleportation array, and then connected it with Zhuang Huayi's previous unusual behavior, they suddenly had a sudden realization.

Connect them all together.

While I wouldn't dare say it's the whole truth, it's probably pretty close to the whole picture.

Lu Jianghe never expected that he would be used as a pawn by a woman.

He then set off and left the quiet room.

Although they didn't get too close, the old guy Liudao still detected them with his Spiritual Darkness Technique.

After Lu Jianghe revealed his true form, he said in a flat voice, "It doesn't feel very good."

Upon seeing this, Zhuang Huayi did not hesitate at all. In an instant, her figure transformed into a flowing rainbow and flashed behind Lu Jianghe.

The Six Paths Saint's gaze swept back and forth between Lu Jianghe and Zhuang Huayi, his smile growing ever wider.

"So this fellow Daoist is the 'guest in the shadow' of that image-recording bead?"

His voice remained gentle. "Indeed, you possess extraordinary bearing. No wonder the lady is so devoted to you, even at the cost of tarnishing her reputation, to put on this good show."

Lu Jianghe offered no explanation, simply saying, "How so?"

Zhuang Huayi's heart tightened upon hearing this.

The implied meaning.

He didn't want to get involved in this mess.

In fact, Lu Jianghe knew perfectly well that asking any more questions at this moment would be futile.

Given the vengeful nature of the Six Paths Supreme Saint, since he has made that promise, today's matter will hardly end well.

Even if he chooses to remain hidden for now, once the other party has dealt with Zhuang Huayi, they will inevitably come looking for him.

Therefore, whether Lu Jianghe appears or not is only a matter of a moment earlier or later.

The Six Paths Supreme Saint's smile remained unchanged. "As long as you hand over your entire primordial spirit, we can discuss anything."

Lu Jianghe narrowed his eyes slightly.

Without saying a word, his aura surged rapidly, visibly and violently.

The grandeur of the weather.

Like a great sun suddenly leaping from the sea to a high place on earth, spreading out with a roar.

Compared to Zhuang Huayi before, one is as small as a mustard seed, the other as large as a mountain.

The ripples around him spread violently, distorting and deforming the surrounding air, creating tremors.

The incredible speed of ascent made Zhuang Huayi, who was behind him, feel a pang of fear.

"How dare you speak so arrogantly if you're not even a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

Lu Jianghe sneered.

"Who spoiled you?"

The gentle warmth on the face of the Six Paths Supreme Saint vanished instantly, replaced by a gloomy expression that seemed to drip water.

Before this, for him, everything was just a game.

Even if there are occasional hiccups, they are all within expectations and can be easily smoothed over.

Whether it was Zhuang Huayi's resistance or her resolute act of exposing her precious Phoenix Essence, in his eyes they were nothing but futile struggles, failing to stir the slightest ripple in his heart, and even carrying a hint of amusement at the prey's resistance.

However, at this moment, facing this cultivator who suddenly revealed his late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation and whose aura was as majestic as an abyss and as imposing as a mountain, the Six Paths Supreme Saint was truly surprised.

An unprecedented sense of solemnity and doubt arose and spread across his face, even mixed with a hint of bewilderment.

They initially thought the opponent was just an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, or a pawn being used by Zhuang Huayi, whom they could easily eliminate.

Unexpectedly, this person was at the same late Nascent Soul stage as him.

This sudden change disrupted his control of everything and forced him to re-evaluate his young opponent.

What alarmed him even more was that the other party's face was so unfamiliar, and he was actually a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Where did this old monster come from?!

With eyes and spies all over the Chaotic Star Sea, how could Saint Demon Island be completely unaware of the existence of such a great cultivator?

What are those incompetent intelligence operatives good for?!

How could there be such a high number of mutations and such a huge oversight?

A cultivator at the late Nascent Soul stage is not born from a stone; they must have a background and a past.

The six supreme saints' minds raced, their thoughts surging like a tidal wave.

Decades ago, in the Demon Beast Sea Abyss, Xuanji Zhenren of the Myriad Laws Sect narrowly escaped death, suffering severe damage to his vital energy...

This intelligence about Lu Jianghe is still being kept under wraps, and very few people know about it.

Besides Xuanji herself, there is also Wan Tianming, the leader of the Wanfa Sect, and their Supreme Elder, Wan Sangu.

Neither the righteous alliance nor the demonic forces had a word of it leaked from the Wanfa Sect.

"In the entire Chaotic Star Sea, I have no recollection of a Nascent Soul cultivator like you! Who exactly are you?!"

The middle-aged man had an extremely gloomy face and a cold voice.

Every word carried a chilling murderous intent and a hint of offended surprise.

He had roamed the chaotic star sea for hundreds of years and believed he knew all the Nascent Soul cultivators in the world. Yet this person before him seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, possessing extraordinary cultivation and an aura as vast as an abyss. This immense sense of the unknown made alarm bells blare in his heart, adding to his violent tendencies.

Lu Jianghe hovered in mid-air, his surging energy distorting the space around him, and the invisible energy continuously spread into the distance.

When questioned, he merely raised his eyelids slightly, his tone indifferent.

"I'm long past the age where I need to introduce myself to anyone."

The voice just fell.

In an instant, the Six Paths Supreme Saints saw only a white expanse before their eyes, filled with sharp sword light that blotted out the sky and arrived suddenly.

The Six Paths Supreme Saint cursed angrily.

With his hands rapidly forming hand seals, his body swelled several inches, instantly shedding his previous disguise and revealing his true form, dressed in a black and gold robe, from the appearance of a middle-aged man.

He had a square face, thick eyebrows, thin lips, and a bluish complexion. The most peculiar thing about him was his unusual arms, which were much longer than his body, almost reaching his knees. His hands were also enormous, white as jade.

Faced with the overwhelming and fierce sword light that blotted out the sky, the Six Paths Supreme Saint opened his mouth and suddenly spat out a powerful spit.

A strange, hazy purple mist surged out and instantly condensed into a huge cloud several meters in diameter in front of him.

The countless white sword lights shooting down from the sky were completely swallowed up as soon as they touched the strange cloud.

Lu Jianghe remained silent and casually pulled out a sheathless longsword from his storage bag.

The cold light of the sword reflected on his expressionless face.

His figure suddenly blurred as he closed in, thrusting his long sword forward.

A magnificent sword light suddenly appeared, like a bolt of lightning across the sky, and as easily as cutting tofu, it forcefully cleaved the strange purple cloud in two!

The sword strike was far more fierce and swift than the previous probing attack.

"laugh!"

The moment the sword light pierced through the purple mist, a suppressed groan came from within the mist.

Immediately afterwards, a thick, inky black mist shot out from the shattered clouds and retreated hundreds of feet away in an instant before reforming into the figures of the Six Supreme Saints.