888: Fragile

Fragile

Wei Zhixuan could no longer be surprised or delighted, the only thing on his mind right now was that death was sometimes better than living!1

This unbearable soreness and numbness piercing deep into his bone marrow made him feel like dying was better than being alive. Wei Zhixuan no longer cared about his image and starting howling and jumping.

He had noticed the needle-like True Qi in his body and wanted to block it, but Ling Chuxi did not give him the opportunity, and kept attacking him relentlessly.

Although Ling Chuxi hit him using the sword body, Wei Zhixuan didn't know if she would suddenly change her mind or accidentally hit him with the sharp edges of her blade. Thinking about it, he became even more anxious, and howled and screamed like a lunatic.

Although his cultivation was quite good, it was not strong enough for his body to withstand a steel sword. Seeing that Ling Chuxi's attacks were getting quicker and quicker, Wei Zhixuan was so scared that he quickly pulled out an exquisite dagger to defend against her ruthless attacks.

Sharp clanging rang out as the blades collided again and again. Wei Zhixuan, holding a tiny dagger and jumping around like a monkey, was finding it hard to counter Ling Chuxi's sword. Soon, he was tired and drenched in sweat. Both his hands were sore and aching.

Su Yanhua and the others were speechless. Was this the Wei Zhixuan that had slapped away Lu Chengfeng with just his palm? Judging by his sword stance just now, even Su Yizhi may not be his opponent, but how was he so fragile under Ling Chuxi's attacks?

In truth, after the previous Sword Pilll Meeting, Ling Chuxi's cultivation had improved terrifyingly. She hadn't expected that in such a short period of time, such a great increase in cultivation would happen again.

Looking at Ling Chuxi and then at themselves, Su Yanhua and the others who had become complacent about their cultivation felt guilty. Instantly, their confidence and fighting spirit was bolstered, as it usually was under the tough guidance of Ling Chuxi. Seeing Ling Chuxi's progress only strengthened their determination to work hard without slacking off.

Meanwhile, Lu Chengfeng, who had just recovered, looked absolutely terrified. Ling Chuxi's cultivation was actually so tyrannical! Fortunately, he had battled Duan Xiaomo that day. If Ling Chuxi had fought instead, his ending might have been ten times or even a hundred times more miserable.

Lu Chengfeng was drenched in sweat as he gazed at Ling Chuxi in fear. This young maiden had such terrifying cultivation at such a young age... No wonder she had become the sect master of the Golden Pill Sect!

Lan Xinyu and the others didn't find it strange at all. No matter how unrealistic things seemed, whatever happened to Ling Chuxi was no longer surprising. They had been shocked so often that nothing shocked them anymore. Lan Xinyu's current psychological endurance was considerably stronger than Su Yanhua and the others', which, of course, was partially the result of constantly being abused.

Lan Xinyu was gloating even more in her heart. 'I knew that this idiot was going to be unlucky, and I guessed it correctly! That blockhead actually came all the way and knocked on Ling Chuxi's door… did he want to suffer?'

"Ah, this is way too good!" Seeing Wei Zhixuan's embarrassment, Lan Xinyu smiled widely. Her heart was refreshed and she felt contented. Even the sect master of the Jade Peak Sect was so miserable in Ling Chuxi's hands! In comparison, those hardships she had suffered before were not even worth mentioning.

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