Mortal: Fifteenth Realm Sword Cultivator

Comparatively speaking, this gift seems rather unbecoming.

Generally speaking, this behavior is either a subordinate-to-superior relationship, a request for help, or some kind of exchange of benefits.

However, this was indeed the first time since Ling Xiaofeng and Wen Qing became the Star Palace Saint Masters.

For the couple, the other party was, after all, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

Even if they possess the geographical advantage of Tianxing City, and are supported by the Yuan Magnetic Divine Mountain and the mountain-protecting formation, and are confident that they can suppress or even kill them, they will definitely pay some price.

Since the other party is not one of those treacherous old monsters from the righteous or demonic paths, and there is no hostility in their words, there is really no need to rashly start a fierce battle over this potential "hidden danger," thus giving the Six Paths Supreme Saint and Wan Sangu an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

"You two came here for more than just this, didn't you?"

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiaofeng laughed heartily, with a touch of nonchalance: "I don't care about the broken pot."

Since we're all here, there's no need for further words; we understand each other perfectly.

Lu Jianghe smiled casually, "Looks like we won't have to fight."

Upon hearing this, a sharp glint suddenly appeared in Wen Qing's phoenix eyes, like a cold star suddenly appearing.

This person... is really interesting.

From the moment his junior brother Jin Kui left until the couple appeared, this man sat calmly in the pavilion, his composure almost deliberate, as if he were waiting for them to reveal their true intentions.

From beginning to end, there wasn't even a single polite word exchanged.

This statement at this moment blatantly shows that he was already prepared for the worst outcome, and may even carry a hint of disappointment.

"What's wrong?"

Wen Qing gently pressed her slender hand on the cool stone table, her fingertips applying slight pressure, her voice clear and cool with a hint of amusement.

"Did I spoil Fellow Daoist Lu's mood?"

Ling Xiaofeng did not respond immediately.

As husband and wife are one, he could naturally sense his wife's emotions at that moment.

This Fellow Daoist Lu is indeed a person with a unique personality.

Although he speaks slowly and calmly, his speech is unremarkable, yet it always gives people a feeling of hitting cotton with a heavy punch.

He wasn't exactly angry, but the feeling of his authority being invisibly dissipated made even the Star Palace Saint Lord, who was used to controlling everything, feel a strange, indescribable displeasure.

After all, for hundreds of years, even Jin Kui, who was in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, regarded himself as a subordinate and treated him with utmost respect in front of them.

The person in front of me was far too detached and indifferent.

It gives off a really annoying vibe.

As Zhuang Huayi listened from the side, she felt increasingly uneasy and began to feel nervous.

It should be noted that the three people present were all genuine late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

Such people are extremely rare to even sit together, let alone fight.

To put it bluntly, any one of them could easily crush her, a Nascent Soul cultivator, without any difficulty.

It takes absolutely no effort.

Lu Jianghe smiled and said, "It's alright."

Wen Qing frowned slightly, closed her eyes briefly, and slowly exhaled a silent breath through her slightly parted rosy lips.

Then, she slightly raised the corners of her lips, a half-smile playing on her lips…

Ling Xiaofeng narrowed his eyes slightly

OK OK.

He leaned forward slightly.

"How so, a fight?"

Lu Jianghe's tone remained calm, with a slight smile on his face: "No matter how you say it, it's all negotiable."

The couple laughed at the same time.

The sound wasn't loud.

Do they really think their late-stage Nascent Soul realm is made of paper?

Lu Jianghe could easily guess what they were thinking from their expressions.

He genuinely didn't care.

Some even feel that fighting, stretching their muscles, can make things less boring.

There was a murderous aura, subtle and piercing, like needles pricking the bone, permeating the air.

However, he had no intention of killing.

The smiles on Ling Xiaofeng and Wen Qing's faces finally faded.

"Stop there?"

Lu Jianghe nodded. "Let's stop here."

Once the three of them had made a final decision, Zhuang Huayi snapped out of her daze and abruptly stood up.

A real fight?!

She originally thought it was just a test between the three great cultivators, or a casual joke.

To my utter surprise, they were serious!

The phrase "stop when you've touched on it" carried a weight that made her heart pound.

How can a battle between cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage be restrained by a mere "stop when you've made your point"?

Cultivators defy the heavens; the higher their realm, the "heavier" the power they wield.

As the saying goes, "He who possesses a sharp blade will naturally have a murderous intent." The more powerful a being is, the more easily their instinctive desire to win will be ignited and spiral out of control once they get serious.

Often, under the guise of "sparring," the fighting quickly escalates into a real brawl. Once the competitive spirit takes hold, it can lead to murderous intent, inevitably escalating into a brutal, life-or-death struggle.

Even if one retains some restraint before engaging in combat, once the battle intensifies, with surging magical power and clashes of divine consciousness, emotions are inevitably drawn to supernatural abilities, becoming as uncontrollable as raging waves.

The power of spells and the force of magical artifacts are difficult to control precisely in the blink of an eye, and often involuntarily increase layer by layer.

In this state, a magical artifact can smash an opponent into mincemeat, or a divine power can incinerate them into ashes... Such tragic scenes have long been commonplace in the history of battles among Nascent Soul cultivators.

Once the dust settles, one side may suddenly realize the truth, as if waking from a dream.

What follows is, of course, deep regret, a wish to turn back time, but alas, it is too late for regrets, and everything is beyond redemption.

When Nascent Soul cultivators compete to see who has the higher their supernatural abilities and the deeper their cultivation, it is extremely difficult for them to be evenly matched. In the end, one side will be slightly stronger and the other slightly weaker.

It is rare to see three powerful cultivators, all at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, in such a delicate standoff.

In a clash between such top-tier experts, it is extremely difficult to get either side to voluntarily bow their heads and admit defeat.

It should be known that those who can cultivate to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm are all exceptionally talented and have a will as firm as a rock.

Which one of them wasn't a peerless figure who had endured countless hardships and walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood?

Arrogance is ingrained in their very bones.

After all, it wasn't a life-or-death battle.

If you can't win, run away.

It doesn't matter.

It's about saving face.

Who can easily not care?

Because Zhuang Huayi's robes were quite tight, the outline of the mountains appeared particularly tall and straight.

He had just stood up abruptly, and the movement inevitably caused his breasts to tremble slightly, giving him an "aggressive" appearance.

Such beautiful scenery can only be fully appreciated by Wen Qing.

Neither Ling Xiaofeng nor Lu Jianghe noticed.

As one of the two saints, and with his wife by his side, the former would not stare at a female cultivator, as that would be beneath his dignity.

As for the latter, they wouldn't pay attention to such details.

Seeing this, Wen Qing's lips curled slightly, and she turned her gaze to Lu Jianghe, chuckling softly, "It seems that Fellow Daoist Lu's partner doesn't quite approve of this move."

Her statement was not based on mere conjecture.

Jin Kui had already told Zhuang Huayi about her identity, the former master of Baibi Mountain, and the whole story of how the Baibi Mountain lineage was cut off.

Wen Qing saw that Zhuang Huayi and Lu Jianghe lived in the same mansion, and that Zhuang Huayi had previously faced Jin Kui, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, without giving an inch, despite her early Nascent Soul cultivation. Their relationship was definitely not ordinary.

In Wen Qing's view, the two were so close that if they were not cultivating together as a couple, then she could only be a concubine.

Lu Jianghe did not provide an explanation.

He felt that it was enough for the parties involved to know about such matters.

He then stood up and gave Zhuang Huayi a look, intending to reassure her.

After Wen Qing finished speaking, Zhuang Huayi tried her best to remain calm and composed, but her earlobes were quietly tinged with a blush like rouge.

That crimson hue, like the glaze of fine porcelain refined in a kiln, was crystal clear yet scorching hot.

She stood up, seemingly composed, but in reality, her heart had already been stirred up by the word "partner."

Having finally calmed down, these unintentional yet alarming words were like a boulder thrown into the ground, instantly creating ripples that then swirled into a chaotic vortex.

My thoughts were like wisps of cloud scattered by a strong wind; my mind was blank, buzzing, and I couldn't make sense of anything, let alone what to say or do next.

To outsiders, she simply stood up calmly, her gaze fixed on Lu Jianghe, remaining silent...

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do. It would be best to find a place that is big enough and stable enough," Lu Jianghe said to the two of them in a serious tone.

Ling Xiaofeng and Wen Qing also stood up at the same time.

"Then let's fight on the holy mountain."

"That place is the most secure, and it also contains a small, spacious cavern that we can open up. If we act there, the impact won't be too widespread or attract too much attention."

He said this in a calm tone, implying that he was leaving the other party to make their own decision, without forcing anything.

When you're in someone else's little world, if they turn on you and do something drastic, then for the other party, there's no way to escape.

Even friends who have known each other for many years.

In most cases, one should never easily enter someone else's temple.

This is an unspoken taboo among cultivators.

However, looking across Tianxing City, if we're talking about isolating the world and being incredibly stable, there's truly no place that can surpass that small grotto-heaven on Yuanci Divine Mountain.

That place is the dojo that the two saints have been operating for many years. It is connected to the energy of the entire holy mountain and even the great array of Tianxing City, forming its own "cage".

Of all the places in the city, this is the most suitable.

But that's also the problem.

The three had only just met, knew nothing about each other, and had no idea about trust.

If Ling Xiaofeng and Wen Qing truly harbored malicious intentions, they could use the Yuan Magnetic Divine Mountain as a base, supplemented by the restrictions of that small cave heaven, and further leverage the power of the sacred mountain and the great formation.

When Lu Jianghe finds himself in that situation, he will be like a tortoise carrying a stele, unable to turn over.

Wen Qing wasn't paying much attention to their conversation; her gaze was fixed on Zhuang Huayi.

Seeing the other person's embarrassed expression, I had already made a judgment in my mind.

It seems they were not a Daoist couple, but rather a concubine.

It would be appropriate to have a female cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm as a concubine.

This woman was indeed exceptionally beautiful, almost on par with herself, especially her voluptuous and rounded figure, which was even more stunning than her own, who had given birth to children.

At that moment, without warning, a circle of pale silver, iridescent light appeared deep within Wen Qing's eyes, then vanished in a flash.

It is a secret investigation technique passed down through generations of the Wen family—the Spirit Darkness Technique.

Ok?

Wen Qing was slightly surprised.

There's actually such a constitution in the world?!