Chapter 79: Still Wanted to Spank Her Ass

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Almost the instant Su Zhan raised her hand and slashed down, Meng Yu flung out three or four talisman papers like scattering beans.

The papers ignited of their own accord in midair and turned into a faint, eerie glow that formed a circle and wrapped her and Qi Yan inside.

Sword light chopped down fiercely from the sky.

Powerful pressure poured straight over the two of them.

Before Meng Yu could even paste swift-travel talismans on herself and Qi Yan, the surging sword qi, like a tide, rushed toward them.

Should she pour more spiritual power into maintaining the defense talismans, or split her focus to use the swift-travel talismans?

Meng Yu hesitated for an instant and chose the former.

She thought it would be fine as long as they weathered this one move.

Unfortunately, it was not one sword… but several.

The first slash Su Zhan sent down had not even landed when she immediately gathered another soaring sword glow and sent it downward.

As a fellow sword cultivator, Qi Yan said nothing aloud, yet her heart was already filled with dread.

This move was called Sword Qi Manifestation, a technique Golden Core cultivators could already master.

The most common way it was used was continuous slashes, constantly sending out waves of sword qi to form suppression.

The larger and sharper the sword waves, the more spiritual power they consumed.

Therefore no sword cultivator would normally waste their spiritual power like this, sending out such enormous sword light and still being able to chop it down so quickly, let alone slashing continuously.

She could achieve a similar effect herself, yet she would never waste her spiritual power so wantonly.

If some other Golden Core cultivator used this technique so unreasonably, she would have thought the other party was bluffing, showing off.

But Su Zhan was a Nascent Soul cultivator, an enraged Nascent Soul cultivator.

She executed slashes like these only to vent her fury.

What to do?

Qi Yan asked herself honestly.

Frankly, she was frightened.

In the instant her thoughts flipped, the sword light was already before their eyes, unavoidable.

Meng Yu cursed something she did not catch clearly.

The next moment the round light shield shattered with a sound; this was the first sword light breaking the first layer of the shield.

Then the second, the third…

Five sword lights in total broke four layers of the shield.

The last move would land on their bodies.

“Swift-Travel Talisman! Away!”

Meng Yu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and forcibly flung two talisman papers onto the two of them.

Before the last layer of the light shield shattered she finally gave up and let Qi Yan take her and flee.

Qi Yan seized Meng Yu’s sleeve and escaped.

Meng Yu sensed the pressure of the sword light and hurriedly pulled her arms inward to dodge.

That final sword light merely grazed past, leaving a streak of blood that made her bare her teeth in pain.

The sound of fabric tearing came from her waist and the outside of her thighs.

That sword had also cut something else off—her skirt, and apparently the mystic sword she had always worn at her waist?

It no longer mattered.

Saving their lives came first.

Su Zhan did not continue the attack for the time being, for reasons unknown, but the two of them no longer cared.

They dared not linger and fled madly all the way.

Once they had run a little farther, Meng Yu still felt some lingering fear and could not help complaining, “Did it have to be that exaggerated? How come I’ve never seen you use a sword like that? Even if she’s Nascent Soul it shouldn’t be like this.”

The moment they met she pulled out a fifty-meter giant precious sword and started chopping people.

Who does that?

Completely unreasonable!

“I cultivate both sword and spell; I’m not a pure sword cultivator like her,” Qi Yan shook her head. “She’s surpassed me far too much on the path of the sword.

The move she just used contained sword momentum.

I’m afraid it won’t be long before she comprehends Sword Intent.”

Speaking of Sword Intent, bitterness rose in Qi Yan’s heart.

Multi-path cultivators like them, to put it bluntly, only split their effort to cultivate other paths as a shortcut because they could not advance on a single path.

How could people who took shortcuts compare with someone who walked their path smoothly all the way?

If they were the same rank it would be one thing; they could still take advantage by having more methods.

But compared with someone a full rank above them, wasn’t that just seeking death?

Two bottles four-tenths full could never match one bottle filled to the brim, let alone when the other person’s bottle was bigger than hers to begin with.

Talent was simply that unreasonable.

In others’ eyes they could still be called geniuses, yet in the eyes of a true genius they remained fragile as paper.

The two halted their steps, glanced back, and saw that Su Zhan showed no intention of chasing.

They looked at each other, then let out a breath of relief and no longer continued fleeing.

“Damn it, those demon beasts were taken care of so easily in front of her.

Then again, they’re only Foundation Establishment demon beasts.

Next time it looks like we’ll have to control Golden Core demon beasts to give her any trouble,” Meng Yu muttered while panting, stuffing a pill into her mouth.

The pain in her arm eased somewhat, yet it still burned fiercely.

“Unless you can control a Nascent Soul demon beast, we should just give up on Senior Sister’s commission.

There’s no need to tear faces with a Nascent Soul cultivator,” Qi Yan said mildly.

“Haven’t you noticed she’s been suppressing her own power the whole time?

Every strike just now happened to shatter your defense talismans, no more and no less.”

She paused, then continued, “If the rules didn’t forbid killing, we would have been either dead or heavily injured just now.”

“Then let’s give up,” Meng Yu said quite readily. “Better find a place to hide.

Anyway we’ve got quite a few things on us.

Making the top five shouldn’t be a problem… Let me count how many we have.”

She reached out to feel her waist.

The storage pouches they had seized earlier had been tucked there, yet when she touched it she only grabbed empty air.

Meng Yu froze, looked down, and discovered her waist was completely bare.

Not only that, she had also acquired a strangely styled high-slit long skirt; the fabric between her thighs was barely holding on and would tear if she moved any larger.

Her expression twisted.

Her lips pressed tight one moment and trembled the next; whether or not it was because she had pulled the wound and it hurt, the girl’s face visibly flushed red.

“Senior Sister Su, aren’t you going after them?”

In the Stone Forest, Chu Yao watched Su Zhan chase halfway, seemingly pick something up, then turn around and fly back at a leisurely pace, and asked in some puzzlement.

As the saying went, beat a drowning dog.

At a time like this, shouldn’t they press the advantage, take those two down in one go, and punish them severely?

That flat-chested girl might be pitifully flat, but her ass was solid and round.

She had long wanted to spank that flat-chested girl until her face burned with shame and she begged for mercy.

“Don’t pursue a desperate enemy.”

Su Zhan shook her head and looked at Yun Li, who was slumped on the ground gasping for breath. “Besides, if I chase them and you run into danger again, it won’t be good.”

“But…”

“Senior Sister Su is right. If we push the other side too far it will backfire,” Shen Zhi stopped Chu Yao from asking further.

She could tell that what Su Zhan cared about was still Yun Li.

All that “if you run into danger” was clearly fear that Yun Li would run into danger again…

Then again, that was fair.

This girl had only been by their side for such a short while and already had quite a few extra wounds on her.

“Mm… these are your storage pouches.”

Su Zhan inclined her head, flipped her palm, and tossed four storage pouches toward Shen Zhi and Chu Yao.

“Thank you, Senior Sister!” Chu Yao’s eyes lit up.

She hurriedly caught the pouches, opened them, saw that the spoils inside were still there, and could not help grinning.

Not only had nothing been lost, there was even a bit more.

“Thank you, Senior Sister…” Shen Zhi likewise opened her own storage pouch.

Hers contained the artifacts she had crafted and not many spirit herbs.

With these back, she finally no longer needed to worry that she was useless.

Senior Sister was actually willing to return the storage pouches to us… I’m endlessly grateful.

After all, by rights these things belonged to whoever obtained them.

Even if they had originally been theirs, if Su Zhan had been unwilling to return them they would not have felt comfortable asking for them on their own.

“Junior Sister, you’re worrying for nothing.

Someone like Senior Sister Su would of course never privately swallow our storage pouches.”

Chu Yao was the type who admired the strong.

Ever since Su Zhan had slashed that sword just now she had been completely convinced, and she immediately offered a compliment.

“No. I indeed hadn’t planned to return the storage pouches to you before,” Su Zhan blinked, as if stating something self-evident. “It’s only that without these things you don’t seem as useful as my junior sister, so I returned them.”

“Senior Sister!” Yun Li sprang up with a whoosh and hurriedly covered Su Zhan’s mouth.

She looked at Shen Zhi and awkwardly cleared her throat. “Um, what my senior sister means is you don’t need to thank her.”

Her senior sister’s habit of not keeping her mouth shut had flared up again.

Yun Li felt helpless.

“It’s all right, Junior Sister… I’ve reflected on it myself…

Without these items I indeed couldn’t help much.

Senior Sister Su speaking so bluntly is simply her true nature.

There’s no need to take it to heart,” Shen Zhi laughed self-mockingly and did not take it personally.

“Exactly, exactly.

The two of us can’t thank her enough; how would we take it to heart?

Usually when my senior sister and I finish tempering we don’t scoop up anything at all and still get scolded by our master and punished to copy scriptures all night.

The next day we’re still laughing and joking, doing whatever we need to do.

This time is much better.

At least we have a harvest and didn’t return empty-handed,” Chu Yao waved a hand, indicating they were all brothers here, so why fuss over these twists and turns.

“Junior Sister… there’s no need to mention the scripture-copying punishment,” Shen Zhi sighed in some embarrassment and helplessness.

That was not exactly a glorious matter one could show off to others.