Chapter 134: Master is Always So Dazzling

Heaven and Earth Sword Sect

When Meng Yingxing unleashed this move, the surrounding river flow changed slightly.

But, it was only a slight feeling.

Only then did Xiu Qingcheng realize that Meng Yingxing had not truly learned her moves, but had merely performed the simplest imitation of them.

A near-perfect imitation in terms of movement, force, and the angle of the swing.

But looking at Meng Yingxing’s movements when he struck, he appeared so practiced that it was hard to imagine these were imitated actions.

Although the power unleashed through imitation certainly couldn’t compare to the power of the sword moves performed normally, there was still a trace of power contained within.

This disciple of hers… his talent with the sword was far higher than she had imagined.

The Heaven and Earth Sword Tomb move struck out, and the flood dragon swimming forward with the blood flow seemed to hit an airtight thick wall.

It roared in pain, the scales on its body shattering inch by inch, exploding into a majestic mist of blood in the river current.

But, that was all.

Rather, facing this flood dragon now, this was all Meng Yingxing could do.

Scant spiritual power, imitated sword moves, not even one-tenth of the actual power of the sword moves.

After a brief moment of burning pain, the flood dragon quickly endured it thanks to its cultivation realm surpassing Meng Yingxing’s and the thick skin and flesh unique to demonic beasts.

It roared, a pair of scarlet flood dragon pupils dilating with anger, and launched another attack on Meng Yingxing.

At this moment, Meng Yingxing fell into a brief state of exhaustion; the remaining spiritual power in his spiritual veins was barely enough for him to support the water-repelling barrier around his body.

Unexpectedly, even imitating sword moves he shouldn’t have unleashed would produce such dangerous consequences. If he had released these three sword moves with their original power, Meng Yingxing felt his body would have exploded and he would have died.

Seeing the flood dragon, stained with its own blood, attacking angrily, at this life-and-death juncture, there was no panic on his face.

Because he was a person with a Master.

What he couldn’t handle, he believed his Master would definitely handle for him.

So…
Help me, Master!

As if hearing Meng Yingxing’s inner voice, in the instant when the flood dragon’s sharp teeth were only a few meters away from Meng Yingxing, Xiu Qingcheng appeared from behind the flood dragon’s head.

She stepped on the flood dragon’s body, reaching out to forcefully grab the two flowing whiskers on the flood dragon’s head.

“Yes, yes, yes, really can’t do anything with you.”

Xiu Qingcheng wore a slightly frivolous smile on her face, but her hand grabbed the whiskers and jerked them backward fiercely!

The flood dragon let out a painful roar, its entire head along with its body being pulled over by Xiu Qingcheng.

Amidst the filth of the flood dragon…
Master, you are disappointed.

He looked at Xiu Qingcheng, his gaze profound.

From Meng Yingxing’s perspective, his beautiful and proud Master walked upon the dragon’s back; behind her was the faintly visible rugged brilliance falling from the river surface.

That weak brilliance rendered Xiu Qingcheng’s silhouette, blurry yet shining.

And his Master was always so dazzling.

“I never expected you to really beat this flood dragon; I just wanted to see what extent you could reach right now.”

As Xiu Qingcheng’s tsundere voice fell, the flood dragon thrashed its body fiercely, trying to throw Xiu Qingcheng off its back.

But Xiu Qingcheng wouldn’t give it this chance; with a wave of her slender hand, the Ting Tian Sword in Meng Yingxing’s hand broke through the water and flew over, landing solidly in her hand.

Then, with a reverse grip, Xiu Qingcheng stabbed the Ting Tian Sword into the flood dragon’s back.

The flood dragon scales that Meng Yingxing had struggled with for a long time without scraping off much were now pierced through like paper by the Ting Tian Sword in Xiu Qingcheng’s hand.

Thick blood gushed from the flood dragon’s body, dyeing a patch of river water red in the blink of an eye.

Perhaps the flood dragon sniffed the scent of danger from Xiu Qingcheng; while thrashing its long body, it began to swim towards the surface of the river.

The flood dragon’s swimming speed was so fast that as it brushed past Xiu Qingcheng’s cheek in the water, she felt a stinging pain.

“Wanting to run after hurting someone?
There’s no such good thing in the world, right?”

A cold smile adorned Xiu Qingcheng’s face; grabbing the whiskers with one hand, she used the other to slice the Ting Tian Sword fiercely down into the flood dragon’s body!

The sharpness of the Ting Tian Sword in Xiu Qingcheng’s hand encountered no resistance, like a kitchen knife cutting tofu.

With this slice, Xiu Qingcheng carved a perfect arc.

In through the flood dragon’s flesh, out through the flood dragon’s flesh.

The sword edge carried the flood dragon’s blood, sticky with some of its flesh tissue. Wonder if flood dragon meat would taste good as sashimi?

Xiu Qingcheng thought without a shred of pity in her heart.

Blossoms of blood mist exploded in the river water, like firing a salute for this sashimi-making banquet.

The flood dragon roared madly after enduring the pain.

This roar gradually became incredibly shrill under Xiu Qingcheng’s sword.

The flood dragon condensed water arrows again, disregarding whether these arrows would hurt itself, and madly bombarded Xiu Qingcheng standing on its back.

With just a casual swing of her sword, Xiu Qingcheng shattered all the water arrows, then carved another massive gash on the flood dragon’s body.

With two sword wounds on its body connecting into one, flesh turned outward, deep enough to see bone.

Xiu Qingcheng had almost sliced open the entire back of the flood dragon.

Once heard of Nezha pulling out a dragon’s tendon; today, she, Xiu Qingcheng, would also try if she could pull out this flood dragon’s tendon!

Xiu Qingcheng’s gaze was cold; in her eyes, this living flood dragon had already become her toy.

Using the Ting Tian Sword stabbed into the flood dragon’s body as a handhold to prevent being thrown off by the twisting dragon, she leaned down, and her other arm, soft as white jade, plunged directly and ruthlessly into the flood dragon’s flesh.

Amidst the flood dragon’s shattered, mournful roars, Xiu Qingcheng’s wrist moved, forcefully pulling out a dragon tendon!

At the same time, the flood dragon carried Xiu Qingcheng out of the river surface, flying high into the mid-air above the river.

Xiu Qingcheng looked somewhat excited as she discarded the dragon tendon, tapping her crystal-clear bare foot lightly on the flood dragon’s blood-covered back, leaping into the air beside it.

Her red robe swirled into a circle with her turning movement in mid-air, beautiful as a blooming flower, and in the next instant, the edge of the Ting Tian Sword was fully revealed, killing intent following.

One sword strike swung down, slicing off most of the flood dragon’s body.

After a few short gasps, the flood dragon leaping in mid-air lost its life.

Xiu Qingcheng landed first from the air, tapping her toes lightly, standing steadily on the surface of the river flowing east.

Holding the sword in one hand, she flicked the blade to scatter the dragon blood on the Ting Tian Sword.

Drip-drop—

A drop of crimson rain fell, creating no splash on the river water.

But it landed on Xiu Qingcheng’s porcelain-white face, making her look as if she wore red makeup.

Drop by drop, crimson rain fell continuously; accompanying the rain was the massive but dead silent body of the flood dragon.

That wasn’t crimson rain, but the dragon blood flung into the air by Xiu Qingcheng’s sword.

Then, a loud bang on the river surface.

That was the flood dragon entering the river, never to return.

Xiu Qingcheng extended her hand, watching drop after drop of blood land in her palm that was white enough to glow.

The excitement on her face hadn’t diminished in the slightest, and the madness in her eyes during battle remained the same.

At this moment, Meng Yingxing, whose whole body couldn’t move, sank to the bottom alone, watching his spiritual power running out, barely supporting the water-repelling barrier.

Fortunately, Xiu Qingcheng arrived at the critical moment.

“Oh my, Disciple, almost forgot you at the bottom of the water.”

Xiu Qingcheng grabbed Meng Yingxing’s hand, the smile on her face bright as sunshine.

“Many thanks, Master, for remembering me.”

Meng Yingxing gave a bitter smile, letting Xiu Qingcheng pull him out of the river surface.

Xiu Qingcheng snorted lightly twice.

“Heh, he should be thanking her!”

As soon as Meng Yingxing got ashore, he saw the riverbank stained with quite a bit of blood and was slightly startled in his heart.

“Master, why is there blood everywhere on the shore!?”

Master, are you injured?
Where does it hurt?

Meng Yingxing anxiously grabbed Xiu Qingcheng’s hand, observing left and right to see if his Master was injured.

But looking left and right, let alone wounds on Xiu Qingcheng’s body, even the white dress inside her red robe wasn’t stained with a single drop of blood.

Xiu Qingcheng pushed Meng Yingxing aside grumpily.
“Go, go, go, I’m not injured.
Would I get injured?”

“This is all that flood dragon’s blood.”

Saying this, Xiu Qingcheng clapped her hands, looking as if the job was done.

“The flood dragon has been eliminated by me; now there’s nothing blocking us from entering this secret realm!”

“You rest for a while; later I’ll take you down to shatter that barrier!”

Hearing this, Meng Yingxing nodded repeatedly.

“Mn, Master is very powerful.”

Listening to her own disciple’s compliment, Xiu Qingcheng felt very gratified.

She put both hands on her hips, tilting her incredibly beautiful face high up; if she had a tail, it would have curled up to the sky long ago.

“Mn, mn, quiet, quiet, no need to praise me so much.”

Xiu Qingcheng extended her hands left and right; although her mouth spoke modestly, Meng Yingxing knew just by looking at her face that Xiu Qingcheng wanted even more compliments.

While resting, although Xiu Qingcheng really wanted to ask Meng Yingxing a few questions about mimicking her moves, seeing him so tired, she suppressed it for now.

There would be plenty of time to interrogate him later.

After resting for a moment and recovering some physical strength, Xiu Qingcheng took Meng Yingxing back into the water.

This time Xiu Qingcheng was proactive, holding Meng Yingxing’s hand as soon as they entered the water.

For a moment, many thoughts flashed through Meng Yingxing’s mind.

For some reason, he started missing the way Xiu Qingcheng called him “my family’s Yingxing” with every breath when facing Nan Feixue.

If Master would always call him that in front of outsiders in the future, how good would that be.

Amidst his wild thoughts, Xiu Qingcheng tugged at Meng Yingxing’s hand, pulling him out of his inner world.

Turns out they had already arrived at the entrance of the secret realm barrier.

After the two nodded to each other, Meng Yingxing hid behind Xiu Qingcheng, watching her swing two sword strikes.

Under the majestic sword intent, the barrier that had troubled Meng Yingxing for quite a while shattered at the sound—

At the same time, that small point of distorted secret realm entrance suddenly expanded, revealing a bizarre and motley space within.

Almost without thinking, Xiu Qingcheng plunged headfirst into the secret realm; Meng Yingxing didn’t even have time to dissuade her.

After all, who knew what kind of world lay beyond this secret realm entrance?