They're Cosplaying Louis XVI

Sima Lie, who had already turned around and was preparing to lead his men elsewhere to search for his cousin, suddenly froze in his tracks.

In this region, although the Yin-Yang Sect didn't completely rule the heavens with a single hand, there was truly no one in these parts who dared to speak to him in such a manner.

Sima Lie's face turned so dark it looked like it could drip water, and he spun back around in fury.

However, before he could even fly into a rage, something that angered him even more occurred.

“Ahhh—!!”

Two shrill, inhuman screams suddenly erupted.

The two Yin-Yang Sect disciples who had just been spouting filth were now clutching their crotches with both hands, their bodies instantly curling up like boiled shrimp.

Their faces turned paper-pale in an instant, and sweat beads the size of soybeans drenched their foreheads as they trembled uncontrollably.

Drip, drop.

Blindingly red blood seeped through their fingers, dripping continuously from their crotches.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

The surrounding Azure Mystic Sect disciples looked as if their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.

The leading senior brother, Chu Qianfeng, froze on the spot, staring at Bai Zhirou in utter shock.

What had just happened?

Even as a grand early stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, he hadn't even been able to react!

Sima Lie stood dazed for a full two seconds before his facial muscles twitched violently. He roared, “You wench! What did you do?!”

Facing the overwhelming pressure of a mid stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, Jiang Ye didn't even bother to lift an eyelid.

Holding his longsword in one hand, he leaned lazily against the stone monument of Luopo Village. He casually cleaned his ear with a finger and said calmly:

“Oh, you mean these two clowns? It's nothing. As a model youth of the new era, I just confiscated their offending equipment on a whim. Wouldn't want them wandering the streets and harming society in the future.”

Chu Qianfeng: “?” Confiscated... their offending equipment? Is the vocabulary of the mortal world this wild nowadays?

Sima Lie was also stunned for a moment, but once he realized what had happened, a wave of towering rage instantly obliterated his sanity.

A mere ant at the Qi Condensation stage dared to castrate his disciples right in front of him and even spout such arrogant nonsense?!

Seeing that things were about to blow up, Chu Qianfeng steeled himself, took a step forward to block the way, and cupped his hands.

“Brother Sima! It was your sect's disciples who spoke so crudely and initiated the harassment. Why don't you give me, Chu, some face today? Here are one hundred low-grade spirit stones to cover their medical expenses. Let's put this matter to rest, shall we?”

“Face? What kind of trash is your Azure Mystic Sect to deserve face from me?!” Sima Lie's eyes were bloodshot as he roared furiously, “Hand her over! Otherwise, all of you pieces of trash will die here today to accompany them!”

Boom!

Both sides immediately drew their weapons, the sharp rings of swords and sabers unsheathing echoing continuously.

The atmosphere instantly plunged to sub-zero temperatures, and the scene fell into a dead silence, save for the agonizing wails of the two unfortunate bastards rolling on the ground while clutching their crotches.

“So noisy!”

That crisp yet incredibly arrogant female voice rang out once more.

Immediately after, the wailing stopped abruptly.

Everyone instinctively assumed that Jiang Ye's voice was simply so commanding that it had frightened the two into silence.

But when they turned their heads to look, a shiver ran down everyone's spines.

The two Yin-Yang Sect disciples who had just been rolling on the ground now had bowl-sized wounds on their necks, and their heads had already rolled off to the side.

Jiang Ye shook the blood off his shoe with a look of disgust, muttering, “Dammit, they had to dirty my new shoes right before they died.”

The scene fell into a dead silence once again.

This time, not only the Yin-Yang Sect but even the members of the Azure Mystic Sect stared at her in utter disbelief.

Sima Lie's eyes twitched, and a beast-like roar escaped his throat: “What are you doing?!”

Jiang Ye rolled his eyes and looked at him like he was an idiot. “They're cosplaying Louis XVI. Can't you tell?”

“What nonsense are you spouting?! Who the hell is Louis XVI?!”

“If you know I'm spouting nonsense, why are you asking? Are those two eyes of yours just for show?”

“You court death!!!”

Sima Lie went completely mad, and his mid stage Foundation Establishment spiritual energy erupted violently.

With a shake of his arm, a long whip flashing with a strange pink glow lashed out like a venomous serpent, tearing through the air with a piercing sonic boom straight toward Jiang Ye!

Although Chu Qianfeng felt speechless and got a massive headache from his new junior sister's reckless behavior, as her senior brother, he couldn't just stand by and watch his fellow sect member get killed.

“Junior Sister, get back!”

Chu Qianfeng bellowed, raising his sword to boldly meet the attack.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two Foundation Establishment cultivators instantly locked in fierce combat, the shockwaves of their spiritual energy blasting countless deep craters into the surrounding ground.

Sima Lie had the advantage in both cultivation and technique, and his whip attacks were incredibly tricky and erratic.

Meanwhile, though Chu Qianfeng's swordplay was steady, he was clearly at a disadvantage.

With a deafening boom, a wave of air exploded, and the two forced each other back with a powerful clash.

Chu Qianfeng retreated seven steps, his face turning pale as a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. His aura was slightly unstable, indicating he had sustained internal injuries. On the other side, Sima Lie wore a fierce expression, his whip leaving a deep, scorched mark on the ground as he grinned savagely:

“This is my final warning! Hand her over, or all of you will die here!”

Chu Qianfeng's expression was grim. Without looking back, he whispered to the people behind him:

“In a moment, I will risk my life to hold him back. Find an opportunity to take Junior Sister and the others and escape first!”

“Tsk, your mind is in disarray.”

Suddenly, the girl's lazy voice drifted into Chu Qianfeng's ears.

“As a swordsman, your thoughts should be clear and your path unyielding. You shouldn't be cowering here, worrying about some fucking big picture.”

Hearing this, Chu Qianfeng froze. Because years ago, his master had said the exact same words to him.

If a swordsman had to worry about so many things before even drawing his sword, what was the point of practicing the sword?! He had never truly understood the meaning behind it, so he asked subconsciously:

“What do you mean?!”

“It means just hack the bastard!”

A self-deprecating smile appeared on Chu Qianfeng's face as he shook his head. “Junior Sister... I have learned.”

In the next instant, a look of resolve flashed in his eyes. The sword intent surrounding his body actually showed signs of breaking through, stinging Sima Lie's skin opposite him like cutting blades.

Just as the two Foundation Establishment powerhouses were building up their momentum, preparing for a life-or-death showdown...

Pat.

A fair, delicate little hand suddenly rested on Chu Qianfeng's shoulder.

“Alright, stop hyping yourself up. Any more of this and you'll be biting the dust.”

Under countless stunned gazes, Bai Zhirou (Jiang Ye) shouldered her longsword and sauntered past Chu Qianfeng with an incredibly arrogant swagger.

Finally, she stood right between the two groups of people in a commanding battle stance.

She lightly raised her longsword, pointing it from afar at the ash-faced Sima Lie opposite her.

“What's-your-name, Sima Gang, right? A mere Foundation Establishment pipsqueak. I'll take you on myself today.”

Chu Qianfeng: “?”

Sima Lie: “?”

The tense, life-or-death atmosphere of the impending battle was instantly derailed by Jiang Ye's nonsensical remarks, leaving everyone's emotions completely disjointed.