Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

"Aren't you getting a little too cocky?"

A phantom dances.

The moment Jiang Qinghua lowered her body, a layer of dim blue light surged from her entire body. Her speed, far exceeding that of the peak of the Transformation Stage, transformed her into a serpentine, writhing shadow, appearing before Jiang Yuetian in the blink of an eye.

The two blades emitted a killing aura. These two magical weapons had been with Jiang Qinghua for many years. She could feel that the short blades were like her limbs, thrusting forward with unparalleled precision and speed.

A flash of light.

By attacking from two different angles simultaneously, both from above and below, Jiang Qinghua's rich combat experience allows her to defeat her opponents in the shortest amount of time. She can pinpoint several blind spots in her opponents with unparalleled precision and strike at the same time, putting the enemy in a passive state of having to choose between two options.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless!

By incorporating three deadly techniques throughout, Jiang Qinghua's martial arts level is more like that of an assassin than a pure martial artist; she never needs to drag things out.

—Jiang Yuetian is the same.

His opponent's speed was far beyond his expectations. Having watched Jiang Qinghua fight before, he knew his blood relative's methods, and he naturally wouldn't sit idly by and wait to die.

With both feet planted on the ground, Jiang Yuetian shifted slightly backward. At the same time, his right hand formed a palm, as if he had found a subtle angle, and emerged from between the two sharp blades, quickly grabbing Jiang Qinghua's left wrist.

Even without magical artifacts, he is not a weakling.

With his right hand clenched tightly and his right leg taut, he spun half a circle while lowering his body, trying to use his waist and arm strength to throw Jiang Qinghua away—he had no intention of confronting Jiang Qinghua head-on!

Buzz!

Jiang Qinghua gave a mocking sneer, and in mid-air, she flipped her wrist and slashed out with a horizontal slash.

The space seemed to be torn apart and gnawed at at that moment, and the unique green flames rushed towards Jiang Yuetian like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, forcing him to release the hand that was binding Jiang Qinghua.

"Tsk."

He clicked his tongue slightly, and as he released his grip and retreated, he kicked out a wave of spiritual energy with his right foot, which collided with the green and crimson flames.

roar!

Blazing flames shot into the sky, but within the green flames, an elusive, ghostly figure reappeared.

Jiang Qinghua stomped his right foot hard on the ground, and a huge circular pit suddenly collapsed in the fighting arena. As the rubble inside flew upwards, it was controlled by Jiang Qinghua's spiritual energy.

Suddenly, hundreds of ghostly green flames hovered beside Jiang Qinghua.

She didn't want to give Jiang Yuetian any chance to breathe. With her right hand pointing horizontally, a storm of green flames, carrying rubble, hurtled away with a swift whooshing sound.

Jiang Yuetian knew it was impossible to knock down all the rubble, so he could only try his best to dodge, using clumsy rolls and predicting the angle at which the rubble would come to avoid the dense attack.

However, the flames still managed to spurt onto his snow-white skin, and the burning pain caused his evasive steps to abruptly halt for a moment.

In a battle between masters, a single moment is enough.

The perfect timing gave Jiang Qinghua the confidence to deliver a fatal blow. The blue light covering her entire skin suddenly burst forth. If she was a charging lion before, then now she was a swift cheetah!

She suddenly appeared behind Jiang Yuetian, her slender legs raised high, and slammed down like a heavy hammer amidst Jiang Yuetian's cold laughter.

Just as Jiang Yuetian regained his footing, his combat instincts sent a chill down his spine. He sensed the hostility rising behind him and used his hands to block the leg that could have seriously injured him on the spot.

boom!

A deafening roar erupted, and waves of spiritual energy rapidly spread outwards. The ground beneath Jiang Yuetian's feet suddenly caved in, and at the same time, his legs buckled, almost causing him to kneel down.

The difference in power resulting from the difference in cultivation level caused him to cough up a mouthful of blood, his purple eyes wide open.

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to use your magical artifact?"

Jiang Qinghua still had his legs draped over Jiang Yuetian. Looking at the latter's disheveled state, Jiang Qinghua felt a satisfying sense of revenge.

She had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

However, Jiang Yuetian did not answer her at all. Instead, he grabbed her calf with his other hand and raised his head with trembling hands.

"!!!"

At that moment, the arrogance and cheerfulness on Jiang Qinghua's face vanished completely.

Because she didn't see that cowardly, pale face.

The expected fear that came to mind did not appear on Jiang Yuetian's face. Instead, she saw a calm yet slightly pitying look in Jiang Yuetian's eyes.

why?

Why are you looking at me like that?

"You piece of trash!!"

An unnamed rage surged from the bottom of his heart, and Jiang Qinghua added force with his right leg, slamming Jiang Yuetian into the pit.

Jiang Yuetian coughed up another mouthful of blood, even spitting out fragments of his internal organs.

He was hunched over in despair, his knees nearly crushed, yet he still did not kneel.

Instead, he stood still, his legs trembling, like an elderly man.

"Die!"

Upon seeing this, Jiang Qinghua felt an overwhelming sense of fear that suddenly arose in his heart for some unknown reason.

She unleashed countless ghostly flames once more, furiously hurling them into the pit.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

The raging green flames erupted repeatedly in the pit, but the surrounding sword formation did not react at all.

—If one of the fighters in the arena loses consciousness, or surrenders, then the sword formation will disappear…

But now, the sword formation is still functioning perfectly.

why?

Jiang Qinghua continued to brandish the ghostly green flames, but the panic in his eyes grew stronger.

She didn't understand why Jiang Yuetian wouldn't admit defeat, nor why he hadn't lost consciousness yet!

Before she could react—

Inside the pit, the eerie green flames suddenly stopped flickering.

As if time had stood still, the restless, scorching flames suddenly became still.

Jiang Qinghua's eyes widened as she noticed that a thin layer of pale blue ice was slowly spreading outwards from Jiang Yuetian, who was engulfed in flames.

ice?

She had no recollection of Jiang Yuetian knowing any ice-related martial arts techniques!

But then brilliant ice flowers suddenly appeared in the pit, the eerie green flames were completely frozen, and Jiang Yuetian, covered in dust, slowly climbed out of the pit.

He held a jet-black spear in his hand, with three rings emanating an icy aura constantly rotating at the tip.

The purple-haired phantom coughed up blood, then looked up again, gazing at the astonished figure above.

"I've let you have three moves, now it's time to fight seriously."

……

Let...three moves?

Jiang Qinghua shook her head, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Make three moves.

Others may not know, but she knows it very well!

This is an unwritten rule among members of the Jiang family who fight each other. If it is a fight with a younger sister or brother, or someone of a lower generation, they will give up three moves. Only after three moves will they get serious.

……

"Hehe...hehehe..."

Jiang Qinghua smiled.

Her sinister smile was filled with frenzied rage; she stared at Jiang Yuetian with almost maniacal eyes, her features contorted in a grotesque expression.

"Give me three moves? You piece of trash, you'll give me three moves?!"

"This is the rule of the Chiang family."

Inside the pit, Jiang Yuetian spoke as usual, as if his injuries did not exist at all.

"Rules? Are you still a member of the Jiang family? Talking to me about the Jiang family's rules?!"

Jiang Yuetian was silent for a while, then sighed and slowly uttered a sentence.

"My surname is still Jiang."

"..."

Jiang Qinghua stopped speaking.

She couldn't stand it, couldn't stand that a good-for-nothing she had bullied suddenly possessed a talent far superior to hers.

She also couldn't tolerate the fact that such a useless person was her own brother.

What's even more intolerable is that this good-for-nothing who left the Chiang family, this self-righteous good-for-nothing...

He actually offered to let me have three moves when I wanted to kill him the most!

Who does he think he is?!

Does he still think he's that genius who's almost on par with his older brother?!

No! He isn't!

He's still that good-for-nothing, that idiot, that coward who doesn't even dare to speak loudly!

Jiang Qinghua took a deep breath; at that moment, she seemed like a completely different person.

Every pore and orifice of his body emanated a murderous intent called obsession.

"Today, you must die!"

She brutally declared the fate of the person before her, then gripped a short blade in both hands, her entire body engulfed in eerie green flames, and her terrifying aura rapidly rose like a surging tide!

They swooped down towards the young man who stood motionless in the pit, like a mountain.

94. Spear Technique - Following One's Mind