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

After achieving the status of a martial arts saint, the saint's physical body will undergo the most extreme tempering and sublimation in the world. From then on, Zhang Ruoxue's physical body will no longer be a mortal body, but a true martial arts body.

That's why all the scars on her body healed in the blink of an eye, and even her right arm, which she hadn't felt for who knows how long, was back in her shoulder.

She's back.

Standing there, he looked just like he did back when he walked out of Yuntian Academy and stood alone at the foot of the mountain, facing Lei Yuzong and the Gong family.

This time, however, she no longer needed to distance herself from the situation.

She now has the ability to resist.

A wisp of smoky spiritual energy emanated from Zhang Ruoxue's palm, enveloping the dim spiritual pill that had fallen to the ground in the distance, and she carefully retrieved it back into her hand.

Silently, she used her spiritual energy to string the elixir together and hung this elixir, which held extraordinary significance for her, around her neck.

"bring it on."

She calmly raised her head and gazed at Qu Wuxin, whose will was filled with fear.

"It's time to wrap this up."

"you--!"

How could Qu Wuxin not sense the martial arts aura within Zhang Ruoxue's body? You must know that anyone who can draw the aura of the Great Dao into their body already possesses the qualifications to be called a saint.

In other words, Zhang Ruoxue, whose entire body was now engulfed in blazing silver flames and whose body seemed to merge with the bright moon in the sky, was now a true saint!

She was already a formidable opponent when he was only at the Void Transformation stage, and now she was breaking through right in front of him.

A hint of anger and panic flashed in Qu Wuxin's eyes. He guessed that he was probably no match for Zhang Ruoxue.

run!

We have to run!

He has lived for a very, very long time, especially after he entered the demonic path. He has fought countless battles with many self-proclaimed righteous cultivators, and he has survived them all.

He knew he had to get out of here!

A talisman suddenly appeared in his right palm. He quickly infused the demonic energy into the talisman, and at the same time, he leaned his body backward, took a step back, and swung his right hand forcefully, preparing to throw the talisman out.

—That was a talisman capable of generating violent explosions and impacts. Although it probably posed no threat to Zhang Ruoxue, who had already become a saint, the smoke and dust it briefly created and the resulting shockwave could buy Qu Wuxin enough time.

Of course.

Just as his right hand was about to exert force, the silvery-white full moon began to grow larger and larger in front of him.

No, that wasn't the real moon.

Instead, it was Zhang Ruoxue's fist, gleaming with a silvery light.

fast.

Too fast.

He was so close that his eyes had barely caught it, and his will had barely reacted, when the opponent's fist had already touched his face.

As he felt the pain of the impact and the burning sensation on his skin, half of his body was already embedded in the ground.

The earth cracked, soil shot up from all sides, and the surging cracks spread like a tornado. The entire cemetery...more than three hundred tombs collapsed at the same time, and the surrounding ground was covered with countless cracks.

With just one punch, Qu Wuxin's consciousness was severed in an instant. By the time he regained his senses, the second punch had already arrived.

He lay on the ground, his face covered in blood. He could feel Zhang Ruoxue's killing intent, so before she threw her second punch, he did his best to let the demonic energy surge through his body.

At the same time, a dark talisman suddenly appeared behind him—right against the ground. The talisman immediately turned into black smoke and swallowed him whole.

However, Zhang Ruoxue's punching speed exceeded Qu Wuxin's expectations. Just before he was engulfed by the black smoke, that terrifying iron fist had already arrived in front of him, less than ten centimeters away.

He could even feel the fierce wind from that fist. If he were hit again, Qu Wuxin couldn't guarantee that his head would be unharmed.

Spatial transformation.

A wisp of black smoke suddenly appeared in the space hundreds of meters away, and in the next second it immediately spat out Qu Wuxin.

He subconsciously touched his cheek, which had just been hit hard, and found that his face was dented, with blood constantly oozing from the festering orifices and muscles.

"That bastard..."

He gritted his teeth and cursed angrily, but inwardly he couldn't help feeling a little relieved.

Fortunately, I had quite a few ways to escape, otherwise I might not have been able to get away from that woman.

— Consciousness was suddenly and forcibly severed.

A silver phantom suddenly appeared in his vision, the very shadow of the person Qu Wuxin feared most at the moment.

The only shadow under the moonlight.

"How could this be..."

How can it be?

He used a talisman to teleport himself to a location hundreds of meters away, nearly a thousand meters away.

He had only just landed, probably less than a second had passed!

Are you kidding me?!

Qu Wuxin was also a saint. Although he was not a martial arts saint, he had seen martial arts saints before, and countless martial arts practitioners had died at his hands.

But he had never seen such an exaggerated body.

But this time he reacted successfully because Zhang Ruoxue didn't just stand in front of him and throw a punch. Before that, there was a rapid charging motion. Although that motion was incredibly fast, it still gave Qu Wuxin a little time to react.

He desperately circulated his demonic energy and rapidly activated the demonic energy within his body—since it was a duel between saints, how could he possibly be stingy with his Dao energy?

Despite being empowered by the aura of the demonic path, he didn't dare to confront Zhang Ruoxue head-on. He quickly cast a dozen sinister spells, creating a nine-layered demonic shield in front of him with demonic energy and the aura of the Great Dao, attempting to block the immeasurably heavy fist.

But that punch... just really landed.

The Nine-Layered Black Demon Shield was Qu Wuxin's strongest defensive measure. Theoretically, even a force capable of destroying half a country could allow him to survive. Before this Nine-Layered Demon Shield, even the Jade Demon Lord, who had exhausted all his strength and burned his lifeblood, could not penetrate it.

dong dong dong...

Nine consecutive explosions.

It lasted only about half a second before Qu Wuxin's proud defensive technique was easily broken!

He had no way to dodge; it was as if that fist was destined to find him from the very beginning.

boom!

He had no way to avoid that punch.

Under the immense impact, even the body of a demonic saint could not withstand it. He immediately felt a sweet taste in his chest, his internal organs churning, and he was punched back by the terrifying impact.

After countless rolls, he lay helplessly on the ground, struggling to lift his head, only to find that he seemed to have been punched back to where he was before.

Most of the muscles in his face had lost sensation, and his neck was almost torn off. At this moment, Qu Wuxin was no longer the handsome and confident man he had been when he first appeared. He was completely covered in blood.

"This...body..."

He looked up in disbelief and disbelief, struggling to get up.

In the center of his vision, a woman who had covered a distance of a kilometer in a short time appeared in front of him, walking towards him step by step.

"Ordinary saints could never have a physical body of this caliber... not even those who cultivate martial arts!"

"You...your physical body...there's only one possibility..."

Qu Wuxin stumbled, his disheveled body nearly collapsing again.

A sinister, bitter smile flashed across his face as he glared at Zhang Ruoxue with a vicious look and a hint of jealousy.

"Have you succeeded...?"

"The Martial Emperor's supreme body refinement?!"

There is only one possibility.

Otherwise, there would be no reason for Zhang Ruoxue, who had just entered the Saint realm, to be so strong!

"I have no idea about that kind of thing."

Zhang Ruoxue, however, didn't care at all. She didn't even know what she had actually achieved, and she didn't care.

She walked slowly to Qu Wuxin, who seemed to have given up, staring at Zhang Ruoxue with a gloomy expression.

"Tell me, where is that man? Is he still in the tomb?"

"That man?" Qu Wuxin was taken aback upon hearing this, then quickly realized what he meant, and his blood-stained lips curled into a wild smile: "Ah, you mean that one... the man you want revenge on?"

"I'm sorry, he's already dead."

"What did you say?!"

Qu Wuxin pointed to himself with a grin, swaying from side to side, his face full of mockery: "I killed him. What use is such a useless thing as him other than becoming part of my cultivation?"

"you--!"

Zhang Ruoxue's anger exploded, she raised her fist high, and glared at Qu Wuxin with furious rage.

The person she sought revenge on was dead, but she hadn't killed him with her own hands, which was a great regret for Zhang Ruoxue.

She clenched her fists angrily, veins bulging, and glared at the man who had ruined her revenge plan.

Qu Wuxin remained smiling, even though Zhang Ruoxue was choking him and the iron fist in his eyes was still flashing with silver light.

Even—his eyes were filled with sarcasm and mockery.

"What's wrong?" Qu Wuxin licked his lips, his blood-covered, disheveled face twitching slightly. "Are you afraid to do it? But you could have easily done it."

"Anyway, to you, my younger brother... is dispensable, isn't he?"

"Just like before, just like that time... You could watch your brother fall into the fire before, and you can do the same now, ruthlessly sending your brother on his way."

“You are such a heartless person, a heartless coward… Qu Wenxue.”

……

Qu Wuxin's words reached Zhang Ruoxue's ears without missing a single one.

The clenched fist involuntarily loosened at a certain moment, and the scene from the past reappeared before my eyes.

She was silent for a while, and just as she raised her head, her face full of complicated emotions, she was about to say something.

But then she saw Qu Wuxin suddenly grin.