A few nonchalant words from Li Xian left Pei Xuanjing rooted to the spot again.
"Fellow Daoist Li, why utter such groundless words..."
Li Xian's expression grew increasingly impatient. "So what? Are you a Buddhist cultivator?"
Pei Xuanjing fell silent.
Suddenly, he felt that the world had become unrecognizable to him.
Shen Qing was venting her emotions by punching He Yu, and her eyes unconsciously turned red.
In her previous life, she had carefully maintained relationships with everyone in the sect, yet all she got in the end was a miserable death.
In this life, she had desperately tried to break away from the sect, but these people still swarmed around her like annoying flies.
They even tried to tame her with the disgusting condition of returning to the sect.
He Yu was completely defenseless against Shen Qing's punches. Those expensive magical artifacts fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
He wanted to gather his spiritual power to fight back, but was suppressed by the overwhelming might released by Shen Qing. He couldn't even lift his hands and could only passively use his face to defend against Shen Qing's attacks.
At first, he kept cursing Shen Qing, but later, when the pain became unbearable, his curses turned into pleas for mercy.
However, Shen Qing showed no sign of stopping. Instead, her strikes became more and more fluent.
"Shen Qing, I'm your senior brother... Don't you remember that it was you who saved me when I was disfigured..."
"I haven't forgotten. After I saved you, you said I was vicious and stole Lin Yibai's credit. You scratched my face with your sword, and did it again after it healed."
"How could there be someone as blind as you in this world? You probably don't know yet. You thought it was Lin Yibai who gave you the spiritual medicine to treat your face. In fact, it was me who nourished it drop by drop with my fingertip blood!"
"He Yu, you're the one with a heart of a wolf and a dog, selfish and impure-minded!"
He Yu was stunned by Shen Qing's continuous words and couldn't refute.
He had indeed thought it was Lin Yibai who gave him the spiritual medicine. But now, instead of refuting Shen Qing to defend Lin Yibai, his first reaction was to believe her.
Suddenly, he felt that this beating was something he deserved long ago.
"Shen Qing, let go of Second Senior Brother!"
A chill ran down Shen Qing's back. Sensing the familiar sword qi, she immediately dodged to the side.
All of Nan Zhijin's sword qi hit He Yu.
He Yu had just breathed a sigh of relief when Shen Qing got up, but unexpectedly, Nan Zhijin's sword qi followed.
Nan Zhijin's sword qi was special. Those injured by it would bleed continuously and feel extremely itchy.
Poor He Yu endured dozens of sword qi. His white robe, which had been barely kept tidy during the attack of the demonic beasts, was instantly stained red.
He Yu let out a miserable scream, and his gaze towards Nan Zhijin turned resentful.
Seeing that his sword qi had hit the wrong person, Nan Zhijin panicked and apologized to He Yu. Then he pointed at Shen Qing and roared hysterically.
"Shen Qing, why did you dodge?"
Shen Qing looked at him like he was a fool. "You wanted to kill me. Why shouldn't I dodge?"
Nan Zhijin was almost mad with anger. His red face and thick neck made him look like he was about to explode the next second.
"You did it on purpose to make me hurt Second Senior Brother, right? If you hadn't dodged, I wouldn't have hurt Second Senior Brother. It's all your fault!!"
Suddenly, Shen Qing remembered that Nan Zhijin's mind was all about his sword. There was no point reasoning with him because he simply couldn't understand.
Shen Qing sneered. "Nan Zhijin, it's been a long time since we last had a duel."
Previously on Worry-Free Peak, Nan Zhijin, a sword fanatic, always loved to study new sword techniques and moves.
But after searching the entire Worry-Free Peak, he couldn't find a suitable guinea pig to test the power of his moves.
Later, when Shen Qing came, she became that unlucky guinea pig.
If it weren't for the half set of spiritual bones protecting her, she might have been seriously injured by Nan Zhijin long ago.
Facing Shen Qing's provocative expression, Nan Zhijin's palms were sweating. He was eager to fight and sneered. "You're courting death!"
Knowing Nan Zhijin's moves well, Shen Qing took the initiative to step forward with her sword in hand. At the same time, she called Ling Zhou.
"Master, I want revenge. Is there any way to make Nan Zhijin suffer for ten days or half a month and be bedridden?"
Ling Zhou replied in a tone of watching a good show. "Ten days or half a month is nothing for revenge. Listen to your master. Attack these acupoints on him with the hilt of your sword. Your master can guarantee that his meridians will be blocked for decades, making it difficult for him to circulate spiritual power. His cultivation will stagnate, and he will feel stabbing pain all over his body on cloudy and rainy days."
Just listening to it, Shen Qing felt very relieved.
"Okay, thank you, Master!"
After a few moves, Nan Zhijin was surprised to find that he couldn't defeat Shen Qing anymore.
Even the moves that Shen Qing couldn't dodge before were all resolved by her.
Shen Qing knew Nan Zhijin's moves and routines very well. Even without borrowing Ling Zhou's power, she was confident that she could defeat Nan Zhijin within ten moves.
Now she just wanted to make Nan Zhijin lose more disgracefully.
Shen Qing's footwork was obviously more flexible than Nan Zhijin's. During the fight, taking advantage of the gaps, Shen Qing attacked several acupoints on Nan Zhijin with the hilt of her sword as Ling Zhou had taught her.
Nan Zhijin gradually felt that he was running out of strength. When he circulated his spiritual power, he also felt a stabbing pain all over his body.
Remembering the few times Shen Qing had touched him, Nan Zhijin was greatly shocked. "Shen Qing, what did you do to me?"
Shen Qing smiled. "I'm just returning what you did to me."
Nan Zhijin immediately remembered the experiments he had done on Shen Qing before.
At first, Nan Zhijin was worried about hurting Shen Qing, so he held back in every move. After accidentally hurting Shen Qing, he would also quickly look for medicine to treat her.
But gradually, relying on Shen Qing's magnanimity and tolerance, he became more and more reckless.
Later, when he saw the irreversible injuries his moves had left on Shen Qing, he didn't think of apologizing. Instead, he was happy that he had created special moves.
But Nan Zhijin didn't understand. Didn't Shen Qing seem happy for him too? Why did it seem like he had done something wrong now?
Perhaps Nan Zhijin simply didn't know the word "vile".
After the acupoints were attacked, Nan Zhijin's moves were no longer as sharp as before and he gradually fell into a disadvantage.
But Shen Qing was in no hurry. Like walking a dog, she left small wounds on Nan Zhijin with the tip of her sword, which was highly humiliating.
"Shen Qing! Are you playing with me? Why don't you defeat me fairly? It's too much to humiliate me like this!"
Shen Qing looked arrogant, as if to say, "What can you do to me?"
"I didn't know I was humiliating you."
"It's just a normal duel."
Nan Zhijin retorted angrily. "This is no normal duel. You've made me covered in wounds. It's like walking a dog. You're clearly humiliating me!"
Shen Qing's eyes turned sharp and her voice became low. "So you know this isn't a normal duel..."
"Then on what grounds did you treat me like this!!"