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Lin Qiubai's combat power had already been depleted by ninety percent, and all his trump cards were exhausted: the demon's overdrawn strength had destroyed Gu Tuo's Dantian, leaving him weakly sleeping in the Hundred Treasure Chest.
At this moment, any Seventh Layer of the Primordial Realm Mystical Beast could tear his body apart.
Watching Shang Feng raise her Longsword, Lin Qiubai felt a dryness in his throat, his eyelids growing heavy, and he was on the verge of collapsing.
"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being too outstanding! I'm afraid I won't be able to control you in the future!"
Shang Feng licked her crimson lips; possessing the command of a Princess, she was never short of means and ruthlessness.
How could someone who would eventually overpower several princes and seize the golden throne be indecisive?
She would truly strike with lethal intent.
Without a hint of hesitation, she swung her sword down.
Lin Qiubai forcibly circulated the little remaining vitality he had left, pressing down on the ground with three points of force. The sword that was originally aimed at Lin Qiubai's throat now passed through his chest.
The Blood-stained White Robe was sliced open, and blood splattered everywhere.
"Are you really going to be this ruthless?"
Lin Qiubai's gaze turned cold as the Holy Bone within him frantically generated vitality. However, that speed was merely a drop in the bucket, unable to keep up with Lin Qiubai's consumption, especially since he was severely injured.
"I won't let you twist the truth; those who cannot be controlled must be eliminated to prevent future troubles."
Shang Feng was more ferocious, like a venomous snake or a scorpion, thrusting the Longsword towards Lin Qiubai.
“Clang!”
A black chess piece shot out from the Void, striking the blade of the Longsword. Although the black piece disintegrated into dust in the next moment, Shang Feng's sword was diverted from its original trajectory, failing to harm Lin Qiubai.
“Lin Brother, a good man like you should dominate a realm; how can you die so aggrieved?”
The one who intervened floated down gracefully, with long hair cascading like a waterfall, red lips and white teeth, and a face as if sculpted from stone, with smooth yet strong lines.
Dressed in a luxurious purple robe that billowed in the wind, he resembled Chen Kun's character in "Flying Swords of Dragon Gate."
Somewhat stunning, but also added a touch of femininity.
In short, he had an effeminate demeanor!
A chill ran through Lin Qiubai's heart.
This person was none other than the cross-dressing man Yuan Chonghuan, who had been struck by Lin Qiubai with two surprise attacks.
“Do you dare to stop me?”
Shang Feng raised her eyebrows in anger, glaring at Yuan Chonghuan.
“A swordsman should wield his Longsword like a suspended mirror, reflecting courage and discerning character, cultivating the heart. What are you?!”
Yuan Chonghuan retorted lightly, his entire being radiating sword intent like a torrential rain of pear blossoms cascading down.
Shang Feng was lost in a sea of white flowers. Despite her repeated struggles, the sword light slashed in all directions, yet she was tightly surrounded by the Hurricane formed by the pear blossoms.
Shang Feng was drenched in sweat, exhausted from the effort. Ultimately, she shot out backward, losing grip on her Longsword, and fell heavily to the ground, staring in shock at Yuan Chonghuan.
"Who exactly are you?!"
"No comment. Someone like you can only take advantage of others' misfortunes. You are not worthy of knowing my name."
Yuan Chonghuan lightly placed a hand over her, and a ribbon formed from pear blossoms lifted Lin Qiubai up.
As she inhaled the rich floral fragrance wrapping around her body, Lin Qiubai recalled the time when she had been knocked out, remembering Yuan Chonghuan's soul-stirring, seductive moan...
It was simply... a nightmare.
"Forget it; after all, he is my savior. I can only hope he won't fixate on me," Lin Qiubai thought to herself.
Yuan Chonghuan was unaware of Lin Qiubai's inner thoughts and simply took out a thousand-year-old medicinal herb, the Mi Sheng Grass, and placed it in Lin Qiubai's hand.
Feeling the warmth of Yuan Chonghuan's generous gesture, Lin Qiubai felt her face burn with embarrassment.
She also buried herself in her Storage Ring, finally pulling out the last two remaining Essence Grass.
These were found during her travels in the Ancient World, casually collected and stored in her Storage Ring, and had never been used until now.
Now they were of little use to Lin Qiubai, yet Yuan Chonghuan's Sword Intent had not yet reached even ten percent mastery.
It was undoubtedly extremely useful, so Lin Qiubai took it out as a reward.
Yuan Chonghuan looked astonished.
Two Essence Grasses!
This was two!
To him, it was a hundred times more precious than Millennium Yae Grass!
Desire was evident in Yuan Chonghuan's eyes, but he did not reach out to take it.
Seeking favors in return was something a Swordsman would not condone.
Thus, Yuan Chonghuan calmly pushed the Essence Grass into Lin Qiubai's arms.
"Lin Brother's Essence Grass is invaluable. It is better to keep it for your own understanding."
"A gentleman helps others achieve their goals. I have already comprehended one-tenth of Spear Intent; this item is tasteless to me. It is better to give it to Brother Yuan to help you achieve your Realm. It is also a way to express my gratitude."
Lin Qiubai shook his head, placing the two Essence Grasses into Yuan Chonghuan's hands while swallowing the Millennium Yae Grass.
Just now, in order to gain Gu Tuo's trust, Lin Qiubai had exhausted all his savings.
At this moment, Yuan Chonghuan's treasure truly felt like timely assistance!
Thinking of this, Lin Qiubai felt quite grateful.
The Mystical Herb melted instantly, transforming into a torrent that spread within, soothing the wounds. The injured area felt a burning sensation as the medicinal power took effect, as if undergoing a rebirth.
"Ha... two consecutive high-intensity battles have really drained my energy. If it weren't for Brother Yuan passing by, I might have been left to die in the wilderness..."
Lin Qiubai let out a long breath, his cold gaze sweeping over Shang Feng, with killing intent surging.
But soon, that killing intent was deeply buried in his heart.
Lin Qiubai was severely injured and found it difficult to kill the equally formidable Shang Feng; doing so could exacerbate his injuries and result in a loss.
Moreover, Yuan Chonghuan was nearby, making it unwise to strike.
However, not taking action did not mean Lin Qiubai would let things slide.
He held grudges.
"Let me remind you. Because of that sword just now, you have lost your throne."
Lin Qiubai brushed past Shang Feng, his indifferent words weighing down on Shang Feng like a mountain.
"Hmph! Is this something you can decide?"
A hint of panic flashed across Shang Feng's face, but he still forced himself to retort calmly.
Lin Qiubai laughed out loud.
Destined Princess?
It's just a walking humanoid Fortune herb.
I'm not afraid of your Fortune being high; I'm afraid your Fortune won't be enough...
Lin Qiubai doesn't think Shang Feng can escape his clutches.
No matter where she goes, she can still fall.
Upon hearing Lin Qiubai's words, Shang Feng stood frozen in place, drenched in sweat.
"Not only did I fail to cut the grass, but it also warned me. This person has boundless potential. If I truly have my eyes on her, I'm afraid... the consequences will be dire.
It seems that once I return to the palace, I must immediately take action to eliminate this person... At the very least, I will need three Creation Realm level five experts for absolute assurance."
Shang Feng thought to himself. With a swing of his sword, he struck Liu Ku, and then instantly unleashed a hundred strikes, causing Liu Ku's Corpse to disintegrate into fragments at a visible speed...
After a long while, Shang Feng finally snorted coldly and smiled disdainfully.
...
On the other side, Lin Qiubai was walking alongside Yuan Chonghuan.
"Cough cough... Brother Yuan, weren't you in Wuxia Prefecture? How did you end up in the imperial capital?"
"Wuxia Prefecture has no sacred ground; I came to the imperial capital to study at the Yunyin Sacred Sect."
"That's quite a coincidence. I'm also heading to Yun Yin Sheng Zong. We could travel together. However, before that, I would like to find a place to bathe."
Lin Qiubai suddenly spotted a valley ahead and, with a quick thought, instructed Yuan Chonghuan to wait outside the valley.
He swiftly set up a concealment formation, hiding all traces of his presence. Afterward, he removed his blood-stained robe and changed into a blue long shirt. With a flash of his figure, he quietly left the area and headed back.
After ten minutes of careful consideration, he decided it was time to take action.
Since Shang Feng was returning, he would surely make a move.
The Royal Family Forces were too numerous and complicated; once involved, it would lead to too much trouble.
For the sake of peace of mind,
Shang Feng must die in Yunmeng Marsh!
With this thought in mind, Lin Qiubai increased his speed once more. Although he was injured, after recovering with a Millennium Yae Grass, killing Shang Feng would be an easy task.
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