After the time travel, my cheat program disappeared.

Faced with the power of "Happy Day"... the only way to get through it is to endure it, to tough it out.

As for whether I'll still be myself after I get through this, that's another story.

But... judging from Ming Zhongqing's current physical condition, it's obvious—

She couldn't get through it.

Moreover... Shi Yan could not possibly exercise such authority over Ming Zhongqing.

Ming Zhongqing noticed the unusual look in Shi Yan's expression.

"Teacher's words?"

"There are some things... that can't be used on you," Shi Yan said without hiding anything.

Ming Zhongqing is the kind of girl who is exceptionally intelligent.

If he concealed the power of the Little Fetal Mandala from her and used other methods against her, Ming Zhongqing would definitely find out.

Rather than letting Ming Zhongqing find out later, it's better to tell him directly.

There are some methods that cannot be used against her.

Sitting amidst the blazing, fiery sun, Ming Zhongqing looked into Shi Yan's fairly sincere eyes.

Shi Yan's eyes have always been sincere.

certainly--

This doesn't contradict the fact that she never hides her scumbag nature, as if a strong scumbag vibe is always overflowing from her words.

The teacher's words were true.

She lowered her head, "I just hope you'll give it your all—"

Yes, as much as possible.

Even if I could never truly become Shi Yan's opponent.

Ming Zhongqing also hoped that Shi Yan could do her best to see just how big the gap was between them.

Instead of just going through the motions.

Pretend to act like, "Wow, Ming Zhongqing is so amazing."

The slightest... slightest hope was utterly crushed by Shi Yan's exhilarating words.

Hope... was shattered by the teacher's words and trampled underfoot.

Shi Yan looked at Ming Zhongqing's posture and then broke into a big smile, "Like this..."

"I will."

She read the girl's mind.

Just like in the game, what Ming Zhongqing longed for was to be crushed head-on by her, to be "trampled" under her feet.

Only in that way can he prove that he is worthy of being pursued by her.

Only then could she become the figure that Ming Zhongqing longed for, making her willing to do anything to pursue it.

In that case... the authority of both the Lesser Garbhadhatu Mandala and the Lesser Pure Color Mandala should be excluded.

That was not the kind of battle Ming Zhongqing longed for.

The answer had already formed in Shi Yan's mind.

She raised both hands slightly at the same time, making a loose clenching motion—

One on the left, one on the right... Shi Yan had grasped the three-foot-long, warm and smooth jade-like sword and the slightly longer, narrower frost sword at the same time.

She rarely commands Shi Jiuzhou and Fine Snow Dance at the same time.

Aside from the fact that the two sword spirits are prone to fighting over each other... Shi Jiuzhou, who was forged from the remnants of an immortal's soul, and Xi Xue Zhi Wu, who is the sword of the Lord of Loulan, practice completely different sword paths.

But... Shi Yan believed that now was the time to hold them both at the same time.

I also need their strength to help me achieve this goal of one hundred million swords.

Phew! !

Roar! !

Upon seeing Shi Yan grasp the sword, the Yangyan beasts surrounding him let out a deafening roar.

That terrifying roar could be heard clearly even throughout most of Jizhou City.

The sickly girl from the old Nanjun city.

The girl who was abandoned by her own brother and nearly died in the "Sword Tomb".

Now... he has quietly grown to the point where he can single-handedly destroy cities and countries, and sever rivers and boil seas.

Shi Yan raised his right hand, holding Shi Jiuzhou high, as if to pierce the sky.

Holding the Dance of Fine Snow in his left hand, pointing it diagonally at the earth... the Frost Sword in his hand hummed and trembled continuously. Shi Yan loosened his grip on the Dance of Fine Snow, finger by finger. Finally... the Frost Sword flew out of his hand, transforming into thousands of sword shadows.

As Shi Yan released the dance of fine snow, the woman's slender figure quietly appeared.

This time, however… Snow Dance did not hug Shi Yan from behind.

She simply stood quietly in place, gazing up at the sky. Then... her little finger gently hooked into Shi Yan's hand.

The sky over Jizhou City, which had been clear and sunny, suddenly darkened.

The cheat code that Shi Yan likes to use most in the game is not actually an instant kill.

Killing the boss with a single blow isn't that fun.

In the game... Shi Yan's favorite modifier is actually the one that makes skills have no cooldown and infinite spirit energy.

Even ordinary flying sword techniques can be made incredibly versatile with these two modification options.

Thousands of spirit swords were unleashed simultaneously, densely packed and overwhelming, surging towards the boss.

Perhaps each sword strike doesn't do much damage. But... watching the boss's health bar drop by small bars, or even line by line, but at an extremely fast pace, always gives Shi Yan a sense of exhilaration.

That's what happens every time I bully Ming Zhongqing in the game.

Shi Yan would either activate his immunity to damage and let Ming Zhongqing do whatever he wanted, letting Ming Zhongqing exhaust himself to the point of collapse.

Or... a thousand spirit swords would be unleashed simultaneously, wiping out the Yangyan Beast summoned by Ming Zhongqing completely.

Shi Yan wanted to replicate what happened in the game, how he had bullied Ming Zhongqing.

Is it really possible for thousands of spiritual swords to erupt as if they had no spiritual energy at all in this world?

The answer is yes.

A thousand years ago... when the Lord of Loulan was wielding the Dance of Fine Snow, he could conjure thousands upon thousands of frost sword shadows that roamed freely between heaven and earth.

However, Shi Yan did not learn the sword technique of overwhelming spiritual swords directly attacking the face from the Lord of Loulan.

What Shi Yan learned from the Lord of Loulan was "Heaven and Earth are enemies".

It is that "sword of absolute isolation" that is as if it has fallen into an endless abyss.

But that doesn't stop Shi Yan from guessing.

Shi Yan once used the Dance of Fine Snow to perform "Slaying Loulan" in front of the Lord of Loulan.

He also once used the broken sword of the Fairy of Yaotai to forge Shi Jiuzhou... and wielded the "Absolute Sword" of the Lord of Loulan.

Shi Yan, who had studied both sword techniques, could sense that... a thousand years ago, the Lord of Loulan and the Fairy of Yaotai were learning from and imitating each other.

The Fairy of Yaotai's "Slaying Loulan"... those snowflakes fluttering and falling between heaven and earth, each snowflake is her crisscrossing sword energy.

Only such swordsmanship could possibly block the sword control techniques of the Lord of Loulan.

The final "ultimate sword" of the Lord of Loulan, that clean and decisive sword strike that seemed to cleave even heaven and earth, was clearly the swordsmanship of the Fairy of Yaotai.

With a sword in hand, what does it matter if the world is my enemy?

Shi Yan broke down "Zhan Loulan".

The truth behind "Slaying Loulan" is actually that Fairy Yaotai used her swordsmanship to imitate and restrain Loulan's sword control techniques.

She was just working backwards.

On the stands of "Starry Sky Square", all the disciples of "Azure Lotus Sword Sect" had stood up.

This time... even Qin Suhuai and Xiaolin stood up.

Because... they had seen that sword before.

They recognized that kind of sword.

"The Lord of Loulan..."

A sword descended from the heavens and fell to the earth.

The sword's shadow cleaved through the sky, cleaved through yin and yang, and parted the sunlight.

The sword was too fast.

It was so fast that just as one caught a glimpse of it, it had already fallen from the heavens.

But... Ming Zhongqing looked up at the sky.

If it were just a sword, how could it possibly make the entire sky seem to darken?

That was not a sword.

Instead, it's... a billion swords.

The terrifying sword intent rained down like a storm, and after the first sword shadow fell, came the second... the third...

The sword light was so dense that it filled Ming Zhongqing's entire field of vision.

The snow that falls during the "Slaying Loulan" ceremony.

And now... what's falling from the heavens is rain.

Rain made of swords.

The feeling of being locked onto by the sword shadows that seemed to blot out the sky made it impossible for her to even raise her arm.

He could only watch helplessly as frost swords fell one after another, slicing his Yangyan Beast to pieces, leaving it utterly mangled.