Villain Master, my disciples all want to backstab me

If she took all of these poisons at once, her cultivation would rise several levels in a short period of time, even approaching the Nascent Soul stage. However, this method of drinking poison to quench thirst would most likely lead to unimaginable consequences, and she might even die on the spot after the battle.

"That's all."

Ye Shuang'er bit her lip and made up her mind.

Although I really want to continue living and follow Master to see a wider world, for the sake of Master's safety, I can only take extraordinary measures when necessary.

Time passes quickly.

About two or three hours passed.

Suddenly, there was a "puff" sound, as if a balloon was popped. The next second, the thick fog outside the waterfall began to drift and change. Some places still maintained the state of accumulated fog, while some places had become thinner, revealing a group of vague human figures.

maze……

broken!

Chapter 42: Those who cross the line will die!

"coming!"

At this moment, Ji Tingxue and Ye Shuang'er were startled and raised their heads at the same time to look at the figure that appeared in their sight.

"one two Three……"

"There are nine people?"

Moreover, several of them were cultivators at the Golden Core Realm, their combined strength far surpassing that of the previous Red Flame Sect demonic cultivators. If a fight really broke out... it probably wouldn't end so easily.

opposite.

The monks who came out of the maze were also stunned for a moment, then they looked around and saw Ji Tingxue and Ye Shuang'er sitting in front of the waterfall, with expressions of surprise on their faces.

“…Huh, there’s someone there?”

"No wonder we were trapped outside for so long. It turns out someone discovered this place a long time ago and got there first."

"My two fellow Daoists, we are cultivators from the Fire Qi Sword Sect. We would like to search for some rare treasures in this area. Could you please help us?"

Someone bowed symbolically and asked loudly.

Facing the rolling waves of sound.

Ji Tingxue opened her cherry lips and said, "I'm sorry, fellow Taoists. This cave is already occupied. Please go somewhere else."

"Ok?"

Several monks were stunned at first, and then sneered one after another.

"The treasures of the world belong to those with virtue. The things in this secret realm were originally ownerless. Fellow Daoist found this place first and plundered the surrounding natural treasures. We have nothing to say, but we can't take this place for ourselves and prevent others from setting foot there, right?"

"We finally cracked the maze outside and came here. How can we return empty-handed?"

"Could it be that the treasures within this cave are too amazing, and with your abilities, you can't refine them and take them away in such a short time, so you resorted to this desperate measure? If that's the case...why not let us in and share a piece of the pie!"

"Even if it's the Ji family, they can't be so overbearing, right?"

Strictly speaking, these cultivators weren't a single group. They came from three different sects, and some even had different opinions on good and evil. But at this moment, in order to intimidate Ji Tingxue, they tacitly became "allies."

Also.

The monks present were all very clear about one fact:

The reason why they dared to stand here and request to enter the cave to explore was mainly because there was only Ji Tingxue at the entrance of the cave.

If the person standing here was Ji Family Patriarch "Ji Taimei" or any other Nascent Soul Stage Ji Family elder, their first reaction would most likely be to flee in disgrace. However... a mere Jindan Stage, relatively unknown female cultivator of a younger generation, theoretically, could kill someone right here, and the Ji Family probably wouldn't be able to say anything.

For them, being able to use courtesy before force is already a great honor.

As for Ye Shuang'er...

It is directly ignored.

What is "Qingxin Sect"? I've never heard of it!

Facing this group of monks with ulterior motives.

Ji Tingxue opened her eyes slightly, her expression calm. "I promised someone that I would guard this place until she came out of seclusion and not let anyone disturb her. So, no matter which sect or family you come from, I only have one thing to say—"

"Those who cross the line will die."

The last four words were spoken word by word.

It was not until this time that the monks outside noticed that there was indeed a line between the maze and the waterfall.

It was like a line casually drawn by a sword, separating the two parties present.

now.

A burly cultivator unsheathed his sword, a playful expression on his face. "Oh, what Ji or Cai family? A mere Jindan realm cultivator dares to speak so arrogantly! I, Liu Sandao, a disciple of the Black Wind Sect, would like to experience your skills!"

While talking.

The monk who called himself "Liu Sandao" strode forward. During the sprint, he pulled out a broad-bladed sword from behind his back with his right hand. With a slight shake, black aura emerged from the blade, making the already huge blade even more shocking. He was about to rush to the waterfall and give Ji Tingxue a blow!

but……

Just when he crossed the "line".

The sound of swords being drawn suddenly rang out in the air around them!

Then, streams of sharp sword energy emerged from the void, flying towards Liu Sandao like snowflakes. Liu Sandao hastily changed his tactics to block the attack, his broadsword slashing out with a shadow, slashing against the overwhelming sword energy.

It only took a few seconds.

The broadsword made of fine steel became pitted under the impact of hundreds of thousands of sword energies, and then broke into two pieces with a "crack".

Immediately afterwards, streaks of blood burst forth from Liu Sandao's body. Although he immediately deployed the protective barrier of his magical artifact to resist the onslaught, it was soon shattered. Liu Sandao, still leaping into the air, plummeted from mid-air, transforming into a pool of bloody fragments.

The place where he fell was just a little bit in front of that "line"!

"Is this... a sword formation!?"

"Liu Sandao is a young talent from the Black Wind Sect. He's already reached the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage at such a young age. And yet...didn't that Ji family member even take action personally during this entire process?!"

For a while.

The remaining monks looked at the pile of corpses on the ground with inexplicable horror.

“…Let me give it a try.”

After a long time.

Another sword cultivator at the Jindan realm stepped forward from the back, stretched out his fingers, and lightly flicked them. "I am Pang Zhiya, a disciple of the Huoqi Sword Sect. I have been cultivating swordsmanship for thirty-five years, but this is the first time I have seen such an exquisite sword formation. Please enlighten me, Fellow Daoist Ji!"

The words have not yet fallen.

Pang Zhiya leaped forward, flying across the sky like a startled wild goose, and entered the sword formation. Then he waved the sword in his hand, and fought against the sword energy in the sky amid the sound of ping-pong.

This guy really has some skills.

Liu Sandao, who had just reached the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage, had only lasted less than twenty seconds in the sword formation before being shattered into pieces. However, Pang Zhiya managed to hold out for a full minute and a half before beginning to show signs of defeat.

Just as he swallowed a pill and swung a few swords with all his might to temporarily clear the sword energy in front of him, intending to leave first and come back to continue after he had rested, Ji Tingxue suddenly drew his sword from its sheath while sitting on the ground, then raised his hand and swung a sword!

In an instant.

Everyone present saw a dazzling sword light several feet high and shaped like a white silk thread suddenly appear, then it broke through the air with a stern momentum and attacked Pang Zhiya!

Pang Zhiya sensed the danger.

He suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked back, then raised his sword with a look of panic, making a defensive gesture. But the next second, he and his sword were swept by the sword light like a streak of light, his body split in two, and blood gushed out like a fountain!

Chapter 43 Freshmen

thump--

The two halves of the body fell to the ground one after the other, making a dull sound.

In front of and behind Pang Zhiya, in a straight line dozens of meters long, trees, rocks, land... and even a few sparrows startled along the way were split in two, leaving a long gully on the ground, which was shocking!

[Those who cross the line will die]

Ji Tingxue's words were not a threat, but a simple statement of fact! !

"Impossible! Even Pang Zhiya..."

"Has this woman's swordsmanship reached this level?"

There were cultivators who were also sword practitioners. Looking at the mark on the ground and recalling the incredibly amazing sword move just now, they all felt a chill in their hearts.

If they were in the same situation, they were not sure they could block that sword.

but……

This didn't stop them from standing on the moral high ground and denouncing Ji Tingxue: "Fellow Daoist Pang Zhiya was clearly just sparring, yet you actually killed him. The Ji family has actually raised such a ruthless member! I don't think you're from the Ji family at all. You're probably a demon disguised as someone who wants to ruin the Ji family's reputation!"

"There's no need to talk to her about the moral code of the martial arts world when she's such an evil heretic. Let's fight together!"

"This woman is defending this place so desperately. It seems there must be rare treasures behind the waterfall. We might as well join forces and charge in. Even her sword formation can't stop so many of us!"

In the din.

Ji Tingxue's expression remained unchanged, but her eyes grew colder. "I've said it before, anyone who crosses the line will die. If you don't want to die here, then stay outside."

"..."

After another round of discussion.

A monk wearing golden soft armor took a few steps forward, put the brass knuckles on his hands together, and gently rubbed them together a few times, splashing a group of dazzling sparks. "I am Du Rang of the Divine Weapon Sect, and I have come to seek your advice! I wonder if my golden black tortoise armor can block your soaring sword formation!"

……

tick-

A drop of blood slowly dripped down the edge of the icy jade bed.

Six full days have passed since Bai Yuan started practicing the "Blood Essence Heart Meteorite Art".

For the past two and a half days, Bai Yuan had remained in a state barely better than a candle in the wind, repeatedly testing the brink of death. Her delicate, pale body remained a bloody mess, its bones exposed, like a rosy skeleton in a strange story, its original features unrecognizable.

Until the sixth night.

A subtle jade color began to emerge on this "skeleton".

At first, it was just a tiny bit, smaller than the tip of a fingernail, and it was not noticeable unless you looked closely. But as time went on, this jade color gradually spread to the whole body, showing a white and bright appearance. Even in the dark night, it still emitted a soft light.

Then, a new sprout of flesh and blood, as white and tender as a newborn baby, began to grow from the heart, then slowly moved along the jade bones, gradually filling up the rosy skeleton-like body.

Tempering the body, growing muscles, strengthening bones, and refining the soul.

This scene is just like the origin of life.

But at the same time, it is also a new tug-of-war.

……

"Huh, huh..."

Outside the waterfall.

Ji Tingxue stood in a brown robe, holding a sword, her body speckled with blood. One of the stains was still fresh, slowly dripping down the hem of her clothes, forming a pool of crimson blood on the ground.

not far away.

Ye Shuang'er was also holding a long sword, standing there breathing lightly. A black line could be vaguely seen between her eyebrows. It was very light and short, but it made her temperament no longer so pure and carefree, but added a little imperceptible weirdness.

Across from the two of them, a river of blood appeared—

Starting from three days ago.

Nine cultivators entered Ji Tingxue's sword formation, and without exception, the adage "Those who cross the line die" came true. Three, like Liu Sandao, were strangled to death by the sword energy within the formation, while the other six were killed by Ji Tingxue's own sword strikes. One of them was even a fifth-grade Jindan cultivator.

but……

After all, the sword formation has its limits.

After three days of relentless fighting, Ji Tingxue and Ye Shuang'er both showed varying degrees of fatigue. While spiritual energy and Qi could be restored with elixirs, the loss of energy was difficult to replenish in a short period of time. Taking advantage of the gap while Ji Tingxue stood up and drew her sword, and Ye Shuang'er alone maintained the "center of the formation," the last few cultivators joined forces and finally broke through the sword formation in one fell swoop, engaging Ji Tingxue and the other in a fierce battle.

By the way.

Over the past three days, the number of cultivators who had come here had exceeded the initial nine. Some had died in the sword formation, some had died after breaking it, some had come and gone, some had stayed to fight to the death... in total, there were more than thirty people.

until now.