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

Zhang Ruoxue is a fool—she didn't think that much about it at all.

Suddenly, her left hand rose up as if in a final burst of energy. She clenched her fist tightly and roared as she slammed it towards Qu Wuxin's profile.

The towering azure flames magnified before Qu Wuxin. After a brief moment of stunned silence, he realized that the demonic energy was no match for this punch. He could only maintain the black thorn mirror with one hand and reach out with the other.

boom!

The clash between fist and palm.

Zhang Ruoxue's all-out punch caused Gu Xingzhuo's vision to go black, and a violent tremor ran beneath his feet—the aftershock of the punch alone had reached the level of the Void Transformation stage.

But she was facing a saint.

A demonic saint who is several times stronger than the previous Jade Demon Lord!

"That's really...surprising."

Qu Wuxin gripped Zhang Ruoxue's burning hand, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked at her with a mocking expression: "You went to such lengths to get close to me, just to throw this punch?"

"You think you can touch this..."

Before he could finish speaking...

The snow-white forehead loomed large before Qu Wuxin's eyes.

"Varied……"

By the time he realized what had happened, it was too late.

He felt as if his skull was about to be shattered. He let out a muffled groan, and all the demonic energy in his body was drawn back into his body. He flew backward dozens of meters, rolled a dozen times on the ground, and only then stopped.

Pain swept through my entire body.

Qu Wuxin hadn't felt pain in a long time; this was the first time in decades.

This excited him, but it also enraged him.

"So that's how it is... That's why that good-for-nothing called you mad dog..."

"That's so apt!!"

Qu Wuxin slowly got up from the ground, looked at the panting figure dozens of meters away, and reached out to touch his forehead, which was throbbing with pain.

The crimson liquid flowed down his palm, and as he looked at the blood that was clearly his own, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha... As expected of you, as expected of you, hahahahaha..."

He seemed extremely excited, laughing wildly.

Those ferocious eyes never left Zhang Ruoxue's body, and the corners of his upturned mouth suddenly collapsed.

"but--"

"That's all you can do."

"You... can't move anymore, right?"

Quiet.

A sudden silence.

Zhang Ruoxue neither replied nor moved.

tick-

Blood-red liquid dripped from Zhang Ruoxue's forehead.

Even with her well-trained body, if she were to directly use a headbutt on a saint, even if she did injure Qu Wuxin, she herself wouldn't fare much better.

Injure one thousand enemies, and self-inflict eight hundred.

Moreover... Zhang Ruoxue can't afford to lose a few more 800s.

Her left leg had just had its meridians and muscles severed by Qu Wuxin's demonic entity, and she had lost all feeling in it.

My left hand was completely useless, hanging limply down, and even its color had started to turn purplish-blue, resembling a piece of rotting flesh.

There was still a bloody hole in his right shoulder, pierced by black thorns, and the millennia-old ice had disappeared, leaving only a bare shoulder.

Blood was still dripping from his forehead.

Every part of her body was completely unharmed.

Even his right leg was completely exhausted.

Just as Qu Wuxin said, Zhang Ruoxue was no longer able to move.

Qu Wuxin flashed in front of Zhang Ruoxue, who instinctively tried to resist, but her snow-white neck was grabbed.

He effortlessly lifted Zhang Ruoxue into the air, his five fingers almost digging into her neck.

The suffocating pain spread throughout her body, but Zhang Ruoxue's azure eyes seemed to show no sign of pain as she stared intently at Qu Wuxin.

"That look...that fearless look..."

"Back then, you wouldn't have rushed over to save me with that expression on your face, sister."

Thinking of this, Qu Wuxin's heart was filled with hatred.

His expression was incredibly ferocious, as if he would snap Zhang Ruoxue's neck at any moment.

at the same time--

"teacher……?!"

"Don't rush."

The young man in the white shirt shook his head, remaining outwardly calm.

Gu Xingzhuo took a deep breath, looked at Zhang Ruoxue in the distance, and felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Really... is everything okay?

He stared blankly at Yunping, unaware of the incantation already formed behind the latter.

……

"Pay the price for everything you've done in the past."

Qu Wuxin stared at the tormented Zhang Ruoxue and sneered.

Just as he was about to deliver the fatal blow—

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light burst forth from Zhang Ruoxue's chest. In the blink of an eye, a flawed elixir gleaming with dark gold shot out, aiming straight for Qu Wuxin's heart!

But this power was too insignificant and too powerless, so much so that Qu Wuxin grabbed it with his left hand.

"A magic pill?"

Qu Wuxin frowned as he looked at the trembling elixir in his palm, which seemed to be in a rage.

Before he could even react to what it was, he heard a sound squeezed out from between his teeth.

It was the voice of a demon that seemed to have crawled out of hell.

"Give it back to me..."

"what?"

"Give me back Xiaohan's elixir!!"

Qu Wuxin narrowed his eyes, staring at Zhang Ruoxue with interest: "Xiao Han? I've never heard of that name."

"However, it seems that this elixir is very meaningful to you."

He smiled, a cruel expression on his face, and slowly tossed Zhang Xiaohan's elixir to his feet.

As if deliberately showing it to Zhang Ruoxue, he slowly raised his foot.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruoxue began to struggle frantically, but no matter how hard she struggled, she was still unable to break free from Qu Wuxin's restraints.

"That's right, I've wanted to see that expression on your face for a long time."

"That look of someone struggling in despair... Hahahaha!!"

He laughed wildly and stomped his foot down.

Just as his feet were about to touch Zhang Xiaohan's elixir—

Zhang Ruoxue's eyes narrowed sharply. Suddenly, the bright moon in the sky seemed to magnify several times over!

At the same time, Qu Wuxin paused.

He looked up in astonishment, only to be met with an unbelievable sight.

Above the pale moon, magnified to almost fill the entire sky, a figure seemed to be flickering faintly.

He didn't know who the figure belonged to, nor did he know where the figure came from.

But he could sense it—from that figure, he could feel the aura of the Great Dao.

hiss--

Something is evaporating.

A burning pain shot through his palm. When he came to his senses, he found that Zhang Ruoxue's body seemed to be burning. Her skin was as hot as magma, and wisps of blood smoke rose from her orifices, as if her whole body was being evaporated!

what happened? !

what happened? !

A sudden realization flashed through Qu Wuxin's mind, but he couldn't believe it at all, because it was too absurd and too unbelievable.

Above the sky, the bright moonlight shone on Zhang Ruoxue.

At that moment, she felt her blood boiling and her meridians trembling wildly. At the same time, along with the moonlight, it seemed as if something was pouring into her head!

She didn't know that it was the breath of the Great Dao.

But Qu Wuxin knew that it was the breath of martial arts!

"Martial arts? Martial arts?!"

The searing pain forced Qu Wuxin to take several steps back, hastily distancing himself from Zhang Ruoxue.

He stared in astonishment at the woman before him, who was already badly damaged. Within her body, which was on the verge of collapse, there was indeed a surge of martial arts energy!

How can it be? !