Zhi Chang’an’s awkwardness didn’t fade even after they’d taken care of the three Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators.
Only Li Youxi, who hadn’t picked up on the mood and was completely confused, muttered to herself, “Aren’t these Foundation Establishment guys a little too weak?”
It wasn’t just a little off—it was seriously off! Even though those demonic cultivators only seemed to be a bit higher in cultivation than the group, they’d already crossed into Foundation Establishment, which meant their spiritual power should have undergone a qualitative change.
Yet they were still taken down so easily, which was just weird.
It was so easy that it made them wonder if there was some kind of trap waiting for them.
The demonic cultivators lying on the ground, unable to even crawl up, were cursing a thousand times in their hearts.
It was bad enough that these little girls were absurdly strong, but the worst part was that someone in the shadows had sabotaged them, suppressing their power so much that they couldn’t even fly on their swords! Just to be safe, Wen Jiayin crippled each of them one by one, so they couldn’t cause any more trouble.
She left them alive, not out of mercy, but because Miss Bai said she wanted to question them for information.
She was worried that, like before, if these demonic cultivators died, even their souls would be wiped out, and Miss Bai would get nothing.
Oh right! Miss Bai! Wen Jiayin immediately said to her two companions, “Let’s go help Miss Bai!”
Li Youxi knew that the Miss Bai Wen Jiayin mentioned was the one who had just helped them, so she had no objections.
Zhi Chang’an pouted—her first impression of that person was that they just didn’t get along, but in a crisis, since she’d been helped, she couldn’t just be ungrateful.
They used a special artifact to tie up the three Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators together, made sure they couldn’t escape, and hurried over to Bai Hansu’s battlefield.
Wen Jiayin, who had seen with her own eyes how that demonic cultivator had fused into a monster in a way that was impossible to describe, was really worried about Bai Hansu, afraid she might be in danger.
She thought she’d see a battlefield in chaos, but to her surprise, the area was unusually “tidy.”
Of course, this “tidiness” didn’t include the few fallen trees and the trampled ground—the commotion here wasn’t even as big as when Zhi Chang’an set the mountain on fire.
At that moment, Bai Hansu stood there in a simple, elegant long dress, holding her guqin, looking calm and unafraid.
Her clothes were spotless, not a trace of blood or dirt, but the two people across from her weren’t so lucky.
The two of them were covered in bloody holes, and the only eye they had left was now blind.
The hole in their dantian was especially large—clearly, they’d been crippled.
Wen Jiayin sucked in a breath, only able to say, “Miss Bai is badass!”
Taking on two at once wasn’t hard, and even taking on a fused monster wasn’t hard, but how did she manage to kill them so quietly and instantly? Master was right—there’s always someone better out there.
There are plenty of hidden experts in the world who don’t show themselves, so you can’t look down on yourself, but you can’t get arrogant either.
“Is everything settled over there?” Bai Hansu turned to ask Wen Jiayin.
She accidentally met Zhi Chang’an’s eyes for a second.
It was just a fleeting glance, but Bai Hansu clearly saw the wariness and hostility in Zhi Chang’an’s gaze.
Just a little girl who hadn’t even grown up yet—Bai Hansu ignored her and walked straight to Wen Jiayin’s side.
Under Zhi Chang’an’s glare, she took Wen Jiayin’s hand, her brows furrowing slightly as she said softly, “How did you get so careless?”
Turns out Wen Jiayin had a new cut on the back of her hand.
The demonic energy of the demonic cultivators clashed with their spiritual energy, and who knew what was smeared on the demonic cultivators’ weapons—just a touch was like pouring acid into the wound, making it rot horribly.
Wen Jiayin had been so worried about Bai Hansu that she’d forgotten about the pain in her hand until she was reminded.
She almost instinctively sucked in a breath—damn, this really hurt! Wen Jiayin cursed in her heart from the pain.
Without another word, Bai Hansu took out a pill from her storage pouch, crushed it, and sprinkled it on Wen Jiayin’s wound.
The medicine was incredibly cool and numbing, easing the pain.
Wen Jiayin’s tightly furrowed brows relaxed a little.
“Whew.” Bai Hansu gently blew on Wen Jiayin’s wound.
Wherever her breath touched, Wen Jiayin’s hand went numb.
“All right, be more careful next time.” Before Wen Jiayin could react and pull her hand back, Bai Hansu let go first, as if nothing had happened.
Zhi Chang’an, who was a step too late to help Wen Jiayin with her wound, stared wide-eyed.
She hadn’t expected this woman to move so fast! And she actually saw Jiayin’s face turn red!
At this point, Zhi Chang’an was too innocent to think of anything else.
Since Bai Hansu wasn’t a man, she just felt like her best friend was about to be stolen!
Even the usually oblivious Li Youxi felt something weird between this strange female cultivator and Wen Jiayin.
She couldn’t say what was off, but she suddenly got goosebumps.
“Uh, so… I tied up those three demonic cultivators.
If you want to ask them anything, I’ll bring them over!” Before Bai Hansu could say anything, Wen Jiayin dashed off.
Not long after, the three demonic cultivators dropped down like dumplings, landing in front of Bai Hansu and kicking up some dust.
On the way there and back, Wen Jiayin had already convinced herself it was just an accident.
It was nothing—just girls, no need to overthink it… Who would flirt with someone the first time they met? Wen Jiayin didn’t think she was that attractive, so it was all just her imagination.
Yeah, that’s it!
“Thank you.” Bai Hansu gave Wen Jiayin a small smile, like the first thaw of snow—always the most beautiful sight.
Wen Jiayin guiltily turned her head and dragged her two friends away by the hand.
“Miss Bai, take your time questioning them.
We’ll go for a walk.”
She figured Bai Hansu might be asking about something private, so she respected her privacy and took her friends away.
Bai Hansu watched Wen Jiayin leave.
When she turned back to face the demonic cultivators, her eyes were icy cold.
“Talk.” Bai Hansu glanced at the small fry, but finally fixed her gaze on the two leaders.
“Which Demon Lord sent you?”
“Heh!” The twin demonic cultivators sneered in unison.
“If you already know we were sent by a Demon Lord, why bother asking? Do you really think you can go after a tribulation-transcending Demon Lord? What a joke!” The older twin spat out a mouthful of bloody teeth, still mocking Bai Hansu.
“My brother’s just joking.
You’re just a coward who hides your identity as a sword cultivator—how could you dare face a Demon Lord?” The twins took turns taunting her, even though they knew they were doomed.
Bai Hansu looked at them expressionlessly.
Their reckless provocation seemed like they wanted her to kill them, as if they had some kind of backup.
They thought their backup wouldn’t be discovered, but they had no idea the person standing before them was a tribulation-transcending sword cultivator even stronger than their Demon Lord.
Bai Hansu reached out, sword intent gathering at her fingertips.
At her level, she didn’t need a sword to show her power—controlling sword intent was just a matter of will.
The twins closed their eyes.
Their strongest move wasn’t even a match for this woman, and with their cultivation crippled, they didn’t expect to win.
They just hoped the Demon Lord’s power left in them would take their souls away, so they could start over as ghost cultivators.
Two streaks of sword intent pierced their heads, but not a drop of blood was spilled, not even a mark left behind.
“Ah!!!” The two demonic cultivators screamed in pain, something being stripped from their souls by the sword intent.
“The Demon Lord’s… power!” The demonic cultivators could clearly feel that the last safeguard the Demon Lord had given them was gone.
Bai Hansu knew that whatever Demon Lord’s power this was, it wasn’t to protect them, but to silence them if they leaked information.
Either way, they were doomed to die, so it didn’t matter whose hands they died by—no need to explain.
The older twin was the clearest-headed, and having faced the Demon Lord’s might, he knew how terrifying a tribulation-transcending cultivator was.
Just a glance could destroy a lesser cultivator’s soul.
Even a trace of that power would make a fusion-stage cultivator tread carefully—one misstep could mean disaster.
The higher your cultivation, the bigger the gap between each stage.
That’s why it’s common to see people kill above their level before Nascent Soul, but rare after.
Someone who could erase a tribulation-transcending cultivator’s power so quietly must also be at the tribulation-transcending stage, right? He had the worst suspicion—he didn’t think a tribulation-transcending cultivator would bother hiding their power in this little secret realm, but the kids they attacked, and the girls who came after, were all rising stars of Jingdao Sect, beloved by the heads of several peaks.
Maybe one of those doting elders had followed them in, unlikely as it was…
The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became.
Female, sword cultivator, at least fusion-stage or higher—there was only one person in Jingdao Sect who fit that description… the number one sword cultivator in the whole cultivation world, on both righteous and demonic sides… Xinyun Zhenjun.
If it really was who he thought, he just wanted to kill his brother and then himself, to at least have a chance at reincarnation!
“If you don’t want to talk, fine.” Bai Hansu considered herself kind, actually giving them a choice.
Since they refused, she’d just search their souls and save the trouble of interrogation.
“No! I’ll talk, I—” The demonic cultivator’s words were cut off as his soul was ripped out.
