My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

As for whether the continent ultimately falls into the hands of Lin Ruoxi, Su Yue, or Ji Ling, he doesn't really care.

Su Yue and Lin Ruoxi had an agreement, and he could vaguely guess Su Yue's thoughts.

Su Yue wanted to destroy Taoism and Xuanzong, and completely eliminate the Taoist community.

Qi Yu wasn't entirely sure why she did it, but at the very least, he wanted to stop her.

"I've never really fought Su Yue before, so this time, I want to test whether I'm stronger or Su Yue is stronger!"

This is what Qi Yu wanted to do in the end!

He wants to fight Su Yue!

We'll give it our all and fight with everything we have!

Ouyang Ruoxue fell silent and followed Qi Yu without saying anything more.

……

In the south, Su Yue took out a sealed oil-paper umbrella from a box.

Her sword broke during the fight with the Beast God.

This oil-paper umbrella was a birthday gift from Qi Yu. It was made with the Zhanqiu Sword as its frame and incorporated the mechanical techniques of the Mo family.

After taking the oil-paper umbrella out of the box, Su Yue glanced at the scroll at the bottom of the box.

This was also a painting that Qi Yu gave her, consisting of a picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water and a portrait of her.

Reluctantly closing the box, Su Yue took the oil-paper umbrella and walked out of the attic.

Behind Blood God Island, Su Chengying held Qi Ji in his arms, both of them looking north.

Xu Shuqin sat beside her, holding the sleeping Qi Wen with a look of doting affection.

Her abilities were limited, and she couldn't sense Su Yue's departure.

"Madam, prepare some things; you might need them!"

Xu Shuqin was slightly taken aback when Su Chengying suddenly said this, and turned to look at Su Chengying.

What should we prepare?

"The bigger the heartwood of the hibiscus tree, the better!" Su Chengying said calmly.

Xu Shuqin frowned upon hearing the name of the Fusang tree.

This is something that is extremely rare and hard to come by; there has only ever been one throughout history.

Later, it was chopped down by the Immortal Ancestor and used as a coffin and sword sheath.

After the Immortal Ancestor died, some of the remaining Fusang tree trunks were auctioned off and exchanged for other items by his descendants, which is why some of them have been passed down to the present day.

The purpose of this thing is to keep a corpse from decaying for thousands of years. It's just a piece of hibiscus wood added to an ordinary coffin, and the corpse inside can be kept from decaying for decades.

"What are you going to do with the heartwood of the hibiscus tree? And the more the better?" Xu Shuqin asked, frowning.

Su Chengying turned his head to look north and said calmly, "Naturally, it's for making coffins. Yu'er and Yue'er, one of them will need them!"

Xu Shuqin's expression changed drastically, turning deathly pale in an instant. She asked urgently, "What did you say?"

Su Chengying glanced at his wife, somewhat speechless. What was so surprising about this?

"If a saint were to appear on the mainland, it would likely be one of the two of them. Whether it's Yu'er or Yue'er, whoever survives has a very high chance of breaking through to the saint realm."

"Listen to me, go and prepare!"

……

Qi Yu and Ouyang Ruoxue were already at Qingxin Lake. This season should normally be the peak tourist season for eating pufferfish.

However, due to his relationship with the Great Qing Dynasty, virtually no one in Qinghe County dared to approach him.

This place seems to have become his private territory!

Qi Yu had a head of white hair, and cracks covered his entire body, as if he would shatter into pieces at any moment.

His body had reached its limit; he only had the strength for one last battle left.

So he wanted to have one last fight with Su Yue!

And the location is Qingxin Lake.

Turning to look at Ouyang Ruoxue, Qi Yu smiled and said, "Miss Ouyang, I will keep my promise, so you don't need to worry."

Ouyang Ruoxue glanced at Qi Yu with her starry eyes, then looked directly at the lake in front of her.

"I'd really like to have a match with you, but you better not lose to Su Yue!"

Qi Yu smiled wryly and asked, "Aren't you and Su Yue friends?"

Ouyang Ruoxue remained expressionless and calmly said, "It's precisely because she's a friend that I want to see her lose!"

Qi Yu smiled helplessly, then looked south, waiting for Su Yue's arrival.

A gentle summer breeze was blowing, very comfortable. Under the sunlight, an oil-paper umbrella reflected the sunlight and slowly approached.

Su Yue's figure gradually approached from not far away under the oil-paper umbrella.

Su Yue, dressed in a long purple dress, stopped in front of Qi Yu, slightly raised her head, looked at the cracks on Qi Yu's cheek, and lowered her eyelids.

"My wife, let's have one last fight!" Qi Yu said with a smile.

Su Yue raised her hand and gently stroked Qi Yu's cheek. As her fingers traced the cracks on Qi Yu's face, a chilling burst of true energy pierced through her fingertips and into her palm.

Qi Yu's true energy had begun to run rampant and was starting to spiral out of control.

"If this is what you wish for, my husband, I will do it. I will not show any mercy!"

Qi Yu was enduring the pain of his body being torn apart from the inside by true energy every moment, but he hid it very well, and it was difficult for outsiders to see.

But Su Yue had shared a bed with Qi Yu for four years, and she knew Qi Yu very well.

Qi Yu is very strong, that's undeniable. But there's one thing: Qi Yu's dantian is ruined. Without the support of the dantian, his strength is just a flash in the pan, a castle in the air.

……

Qi Yu and Su Yue stood face to face in the center of Qingxin Lake.

Qi Yu struck first, releasing his true energy, freezing the time in Qingxin Lake into ice.

Qingxin Lake instantly turned into an ice lake. Qi Yu moved his fingers slightly, and ice spikes condensed in the air, then shot towards Su Yue like bullets.

Su Yue condensed her true energy in her palm, and a purple wave of energy burst forth, shattering all the ice shards in its path.

At the same time, Su Yue slightly turned the hand holding the umbrella handle, pulled the Zhanqiu Sword out of the umbrella frame, and swung it with a flourish.

A purple sword beam swept across the lake, tearing apart and melting the ice in its path, leaving a blinding purple light.

Su Yue is skilled with a sword, and a master at it.

Compared to the Taoist practice of using supernatural arts, Qingxuan Valley places greater emphasis on martial arts and physical fitness.

Su Yue's swordsmanship is unparalleled. As long as she has a sword in hand, she can still break through the domain of a sub-saint with a single strike.

Su Yue only practiced swordsmanship from beginning to end; she knew very few other arts.

The path he has taken has always been one of qualitative change, not quantitative change.

No matter how many strange arts and swordsmanship skills you know, it's not as good as mastering one kind of strange art or swordsmanship skill to its fullest extent.

Because of her focus, she became powerful. Coupled with her innate talent, even ordinary sword techniques became world-destroying forbidden arts in her hands.

Bang!

The sword's edge swept across Qingxin Lake, then struck a large mountain, which immediately crumbled into dust and vanished.

On the earth, a fan-shaped strip of scorched earth was left behind.

Qi Yu stood at the edge of the fan-shaped structure, looking at the still-burning earth beside him, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

I knew Su Yue was strong before, but I never imagined she was this strong.

Only when facing Su Yue did I realize how powerful she was.

Su Yue's actions were imbued with a powerful spirit, which pressed down on the surrounding world, forming a kind of sealed-off domain.

His special abilities were also suppressed, and their power was reduced by at least 30%.

Su Yue held Zhan Qiu in her left hand and raised one hand in her right, her purple true energy surging and churning around her.

Left-handed sword!

Su Yue is not left-handed, but she is holding the sword with her left hand at this moment!

Qi Yu rarely saw Su Yue take action. In his impression, Su Yue was a gentle and virtuous woman. Although she would occasionally throw a tantrum, she was generally a good wife.

At this moment, Su Yue remained calm, her hand holding the sword unwavering, standing proudly between heaven and earth, as if she could cut through everything as long as she had a sword in her hand.

Taking a deep breath, Qi Yu suppressed the last vestige of his desire to hold back.

Su Yue is very strong; if I hold back, I will lose!

Moreover, going all out is also a sign of respect for Su Yue!

Su Yue never needed his protection; she had already moved ahead of him.

He had seen what he wanted to see: in the very end, he would have a proper fight with Su Yue!

Qi Yu raised his hand, and the surrounding cold air spread, the temperature plummeted, and snowflakes drifted down.

It's July now, the hottest time of the year, but snowflakes are falling.

Each of these snowflakes was condensed by Qi Yu using his true energy, and their sharpness was comparable to that of a steel knife forged from refined iron.

Su Yue held up her oil-paper umbrella, snowflakes falling on it, an invisible confrontation about to erupt.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and Qi Yu's figure gradually disappeared into the snowflakes.

Amidst the surrounding wind and snow, transparent ice swords coalesced, dancing with the snowflakes to form a sword array.

This is Qi Yu's strongest method of fighting without using his domain.

call out!

With a whooshing sound, an ice sword flew out from the wind and snow, aiming for Su Yue's chest.

boom!