Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

Chapter 215

“You want to fight me?”

Wu Yanhan looked at the woman in front of her and spoke calmly.

She didn’t care who her opponent was. She cared even less about the rewards offered by Tianxuan Sect.

Wu Yanhan was here simply because she was bored and wanted to find something to do. Besides, she was curious to see what these so-called elites of righteous sects were truly capable of.

“Just killing time, let’s spar,” Mo Zhuer replied.

“Who’s this veiled woman?”

“Her eyes are so beautiful.”

“Wow, that figure! That waist!”

“I really want to see what she looks like under the veil!”

“Place your bets, place your bets! The veiled woman versus Wu Yanhan of the Wu Kingdom—who will win or lose? Bets are open!”

Outside the formation where Wu Yanhan stood, it was already quite lively.

But as soon as Mo Zhuer entered, the commotion grew louder. Someone even started taking bets on the spot, and many people eagerly placed their wagers.

The male cultivators, in particular, had an excited gleam in their eyes. Watching women fight? Nothing could be more entertaining!

Standing off to the side, Jiang Ruyan was stunned.

In her eyes, it was rare for Zhuer to join in on something like this.

But Zhuer had stepped into the formation without hesitation, even saying, “She just irritates me.”

Zhuer must have some grudge against this Wu Yanhan!

But how could Zhuer have a feud with Wu Yanhan?

What’s more, Wu Yanhan didn’t seem to recognize Zhuer at all.

Inside the formation, Wu Yanhan looked at Mo Zhuer and assumed a fighting stance. “Make your move.”

“Heh.”

Mo Zhuer chuckled coldly, wasting no words. Her figure turned into a cloud of black mist, which split into ten identical copies of her.

The black mist clones rushed at Wu Yanhan.

Wu Yanhan kicked one apart with a single strike, but another clone, armed with a short sword, was already lunging at her.

She sidestepped and kicked again, dispersing another clone with the force of her martial energy. Yet another one appeared, its short sword aiming for her.

Wu Yanhan grabbed this Mo Zhuer’s wrist, pulled her forward, and punched her square in the chest.

But she hit nothing but air.

The dispersed black mist continually reformed into new clones of Mo Zhuer.

In an instant, all ten clones closed in, each wielding a short sword and striking at Wu Yanhan.

“Stop hiding!” Wu Yanhan spat coldly.

Her right foot stomped down hard.

Just as the ten swords were about to pierce her, a surge of powerful martial energy erupted, scattering all of Mo Zhuer’s clones.

Behind Wu Yanhan, a manifestation of her martial soul appeared.

All the black mist condensed into a single Mo Zhuer.

Wu Yanhan thrust a punch forward, the force of her strike twisting the air in a straight line, aiming directly at Mo Zhuer’s chest.

Mo Zhuer lightly waved her longsword, dispersing the incoming martial energy.

She now stood fifty meters away from Wu Yanhan, a faint, mocking smile on her face.

“The esteemed princess truly is terrifying. No wonder that prince consort of yours canceled the engagement back then. If it were me, I’d be scared too,” Mo Zhuer said, her tone laced with a hint of sly disdain.

Hiss!

The onlookers outside the formation collectively sucked in a breath at the veiled woman’s taunt.

Wow, what kind of grudge is this? A woman being rejected in marriage is already a massive blow to her dignity, yet here she is, openly having her wounds exposed like this?

This is absolutely brutal!

Wu Yanhan furrowed her brows, glaring coldly at the woman in front of her. “What’s your name?”

Mo Zhuer’s voice turned soft and coquettish. “Oh, I’m just a nobody. My name isn’t worthy of reaching the princess’s ears.”

“Fine.”

As the single word fell, Mo Zhuer’s pupils constricted. In less than half a breath’s time—before she could even catch sight of Wu Yanhan’s movements—Wu Yanhan had already appeared right in front of her!

“Roar!”

Wu Yanhan threw a punch, accompanied by a dragon’s roar.

Mo Zhuer took the blow directly, but once again dissolved into black mist and scattered.

Reappearing behind Wu Yanhan, Mo Zhuer widened the distance between them. However, blood was already trickling from the corner of her lips.

It wasn’t over yet.

Wu Yanhan stepped forward again, closing the gap between them.

“The Martial God Step?”

Mo Zhuer recognized the faint white flow of true energy trailing behind Wu Yanhan’s steps.

She remembered hearing how a Black Lotus Sect elder had been kicked to death by the Martial God Step.

“Is she that woman’s disciple? Or did she inherit that woman’s techniques?” Mo Zhuer’s mind was swirling with questions, but she had no time to ponder further.

Wu Yanhan was now in front of her. With her left leg planted firmly, her long, toned leg stretched taut as she kicked directly at Mo Zhuer’s head.

The sheer force of this kick made every cultivator outside the formation tremble. They all thought the veiled woman was done for.

Boom~~~

Just as everyone believed the fight was over, a hollow crashing sound echoed.

A large cauldron appeared, blocking Wu Yanhan’s kick.

In that split second, a flexible sword shot out from Mo Zhuer’s sleeve. Like a red-scaled serpent, it twisted and coiled toward Wu Yanhan in a deadly attack.

Wu Yanhan parried and retreated at the same time.

Bang!

Seizing the moment, she stomped hard, pinning the flexible sword beneath her foot. However, blood began to drip from her arm.

As the two women were locked in a stalemate, evenly matched, the group led by Xu Ming arrived at the scene.

“Two women fighting? And that one in the martial outfit—her figure and looks are incredible! Hm, but the veiled female cultivator is also amazing. Even though we can’t see her full face, judging by that half-revealed part, she must be stunning!”

Yu Wenxi’s eyes lit up with excitement as he watched the two women within the formation.

“By the way, who is this female martial artist? Why do her punches and true energy feel on par with Xu Ming’s? And that veiled female cultivator—her techniques seem to come from the Western Regions? She even has a semi-immortal artifact?”

Miao Feng wasn’t particularly interested in women fighting, but these two piqued his curiosity.

From Miao Feng’s perspective, if he were to spar with either of them, he wouldn’t last more than fifty moves.

“Brother Xu, who do you think will win?” Yu Wenxi asked, turning to his companion.

But Xu Ming remained silent for a long while.

“Brother Xu? Brother Xu?” Yu Wenxi turned his head.

“Shh.” Xu Ming rubbed the corner of his eye while staring at the two women in the formation. “Don’t disturb me—I’m thinking.”