You've only been cultivating for a few years, and you're already talking about cultivating

Ying Wanning's calculations were accurate.

Blood mist blinds the eyes, blood spikes are deadly, blood light escapes—three steps in a single, seamless sequence.

As long as Qi Fei is captivated by the blood mist for even a moment, and as long as Blood Thorn can hold him off for even a breath, she can escape.

But she miscalculated one thing.

Qi Fei followed her out of the city, with no intention of letting her return alive.

Qi Fei knew exactly what kind of scum she was. To be soft-hearted towards someone like her was tantamount to courting death.

Amidst the blood mist, the "Shadow Analyzer" in Qi Fei's hand shone brightly.

That hair-thin, piercing blood thorn was invisible to ordinary people, but under the light of "Shadow Detection," it was like a lantern in the dark, shooting towards Qi Fei's face.

When the light of "Shadow Observation" shone upon it, the blood thorn seemed to have all its strength drained away, falling to the ground as thin as a cow's hair.

Qi Fei didn't even glance at the blood thorn.

His gaze pierced through the blood mist, locking onto the streak of blood light that had already traveled over a hundred feet away.

Then, with the flow of magical power, the Daoming Sword reappeared from the place of "name" and "reality"!

The sword is the blade of the heart; the sword in the heart is the sword.

Why should a sword be such an inconvenient object?

An incredibly dazzling sword light was born from the void, accompanied by a clear, sharp cry, piercing the night sky and arriving before it could reach its destination.

No, it cannot be said that the attack came first after the attack; rather, the sword light originally had neither "front" nor "back".

It existed simultaneously with the fleeing Ying Wanning, or rather, it emerged from Ying Wanning's "name" and struck at Ying Wanning's "reality"!

The blood-red light was struck by the sword light in mid-air.

Ying Wanning's body fell out of the bloody light, like a bird shot by an arrow, plummeting straight down from mid-air and crashing to the ground with a "bang," raising a cloud of dust.

She struggled to get up, but the huge wounds on her body seemed to have drained her strength, and her hands and feet wouldn't obey her commands.

She rolled over, lying on her back, panting heavily, her chest heaving violently.

The footsteps grew closer.

Ying Wanning turned her head and saw Qi Fei walking towards her step by step.

The light in his hand was still shining, illuminating half of his face in light and half in shadow, making him look like something that had emerged from the darkness.

Her lips moved slightly, her voice as faint as a whisper in the wind:

"What...is this swordsmanship? Is it the swordsmanship of the Sword Immortal's Mansion?"

She paused, a muffled swallowing sound came from her throat, and blood foam spilled from the corner of her mouth.

"You... received the inheritance of the Sword Immortal's Mansion?"

Qi Fei's sword, with its light slashing from an impossible angle, was a sword light she had never seen before.

Such terrifying sword light could only have come from the legendary Sword Immortal's Abode in Nanshan.

It turns out... he obtained the Sword Immortal's Mansion, which no one else had ever obtained.

I guess I didn't lose out...

Qi Fei did not answer her question, but slowly raised the ball of light in his hand.

The light of "Shadow Observation" shone on Ying Wanning, and the little magic power left in her body surged and boiled like water being roasted over a fire, no matter how hard she tried to suppress it.

"Do you know what this is?" Qi Fei asked.

Ying Wanning stared at the ball of light, her face filled with panic.

She remembered how her magic melted away before it, how Zhu Yixin's shadow banner vanished before it, and how those heart-piercing blood thorns clattered and fell to the ground like scrap metal.

What is this light that can break through all laws?

"Is it...some kind of magic?" Her voice held a hint of reluctant probing.

Qi Fei shook his head.

"No, it's the Shadow God Technique."

Ying Wanning's eyes widened suddenly.

Shadow God Technique?

She never expected that the thing that could break Zhu Yixin's spells, destroy her magic treasures, and burn her magic power was actually the "Shadow God Technique"!

It was the book she had carried with her for many years, which she had eventually carelessly discarded in Tianlan City, leaving it for Zhu Yixin: "Shadow God Technique".

She looked at Qi Fei with suspicion.

Qi Fei nodded and said, "It is the 'Shadow God Technique' that you left behind."

Ying Wanning's face was frighteningly pale in the moonlight. Suddenly, she thought of something, and her voice suddenly became sharp, like fingernails scratching a stone slab.

"You...you're lying to me, aren't you? You want me to never rest in peace, even in death?"

The greatest joke in the world is that the great path is right before your eyes, yet you are completely unaware of it.

Neither she nor Zhu Yixin could understand the "Shadow God Technique," and the "Shadow God Technique" that she had casually thrown away had actually been practiced by someone who had developed a way to counter them.

She handed the knife to someone else herself, and then that knife was held to her neck.

What an irony!

Qi Fei looked at her, and said without any emotion, "Whether you believe it or not, let's get going."

Ying Wanning stared intently at him, her chest heaving violently, and a hoarse sound coming from her throat.

Her eyes held endless resentment, bitterness, anger, and fear; all her emotions swirled together like a fire, burning into a poisoned knife.

"I'll haunt you even as a ghost!" she spat out through gritted teeth, each word dripping with deep-seated hatred.

Qi Fei looked at her, his expression unchanged, and said, "I'm not afraid of the living, let alone the dead?"

The moment the words fell, a sword light appeared out of thin air.

The light was incredibly dazzling, and with a clear, sharp cry, it circled around Ying Wanning's neck.

There was almost no sound, and Ying Wanning's expression froze on her face.

Her eyes were still open, her lips were still slightly parted, and the curse she hadn't finished uttering was stuck in her throat, unable to come out.

Then, her head rolled down with a thud, bounced on the muddy ground, rolled more than two feet away, face up, eyes still open, staring at the dark sky above.

The incision on his neck was neat and clean, and the blood took a while to gush out, gleaming a dark red in the moonlight.

Qi Fei glanced down at it, but didn't say anything more.

He turned around, raised the light in his hand, and looked beyond the night, his gaze landing behind a crooked tree in the distance.

"Have you seen enough?" he asked.

"Cough cough..." Two people, one big and one small, emerged from behind a crooked tree in the darkness in the distance.

It was none other than Master Tong and his disciple, Butterfly Prince.

The two of them were also secretly following Qi Fei, wanting to see what would happen between Qi Fei and Ying Wanning. The Butterfly Prince was still thinking about Ying Wanning.

As a result, they discovered that the relationship between Qi Fei and Ying Wanning was beyond their imagination.

Why does he call her "Mom" and she calls him "Dad"?

It seems that Qi Fei is Ying Wanning's adopted son. Later, Ying Wanning tried to kill Qi Fei, but failed. Now Qi Fei has come to seek revenge.

"We...we were just passing by." Tong Daoren was slightly embarrassed to have been discovered spying in the shadows.

Butterfly Prince huddled behind his master. In Butterfly Prince's eyes, Qi Fei was harmless. Wasn't he just a little more handsome than him?

Qi Fei's ruthless killing had truly startled him.

Who would have thought that Ying Wanning was this kind of person, and Qi Fei was this kind of person as well?

Don't judge a book by its cover!