Chapter 0 104: Guests from the Daojun Dynasty
Although Fusheng Nunnery is a compassionate Buddhist sect, its foundation for being one of the Ten Great Sects ultimately lies in its strength and cultivation. Therefore, the spellcasting arena here is not much different from other sects, with many people engaging in and observing battles.
The arrival of Li Yuanzhen and Gu Feiyan immediately drew the attention of everyone present, not only because of their stunning beauty but also because the fame of the Righteous Valor Fairy and the peculiar methods displayed by the Ancient Dao Master at Sheng Hui Valley had already spread throughout Fusheng Nunnery.
When the Little Gambler and Xiao Yan ascended the spellcasting stage and took their respective positions, almost all the disciples present gathered, including those who were originally sparring.
“What are you two up to?” a Fusheng Nunnery deacon in gray robes asked with surprise.
“A sparring match, to stop when points are made.”
“Please help us activate the protective formation, so as to avoid accidental injuries.”
The gray-robed deacon nodded and began to prepare the array flags.
Since the two had already agreed on this match and would not intentionally hold back, Li Yuanzhen closed her eyes to rest and carefully recalled Gu Feiyan’s various techniques before the official start.
Gu Feiyan also waved her hand, summoning two White-Clothed Women to serve as her strategists.
“Dao Master, I come from Das, and I know that the Righteous Valor Fairy’s Natal Spirit Tool, ‘Invisible Slash,’ is extremely powerful and domineering. I suggest you use ‘Class B’ tactics later.”
Gu Feiyan’s expression changed slightly and she asked, “Is this your personal opinion, or do all of you agree?”
“Naturally, it’s everyone’s opinion! We all hope that the Dao Master can quickly master ‘Class B’ and even ‘Class A’ tactics, so as not to regret it when facing stronger opponents in the future.” The White-Clothed Woman’s tone was sincere.
A hint of determination flashed in Gu Feiyan’s nimble beautiful eyes, “I understand.”
“Please both of you get off the stage quickly.” At this moment, the gray-robed deacon looked strangely at the two White-Clothed Women and said, “Leave the stage to the two who wish to spar.”
“No, we are part of the Dao Master’s Natal Spirit Tool.”
“You can just consider us as the manifestation of the Spirit Tool’s abilities.”
“Nonsense,” the gray-robed deacon said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. “This nun sees that you two are living women.”
“Esteemed Deacon, what they say is true. If you don’t believe it, you will see it with your own eyes later,” Li Yuanzhen said with a slight smile.
“Well, if both sides of the sparring agree, this nun has nothing more to say.” With that, the gray-robed deacon waved the array flags, and a semi-transparent Protective Grand Array enveloped the entire spellcasting stage. After the two women nodded in agreement, the gray-robed deacon gave the order, “The spellcasting begins.”
“Slap!”
Gu Feiyan struck the ground with her long whip. Her nimble eyes turned a pale pink, and with a mischievous and evil smile, she said, “Go!”
Everyone present felt as if they were hallucinating. From Gu Feiyan’s side, a dozen men and women suddenly appeared out of thin air, attacking Li Yuanzhen like phantoms.
At this moment, Li Yuanzhen couldn’t help but notice that once Gu Feiyan entered a combat state, she seemed to transform into someone else.
Originally, her gentle and quiet demeanor, her considerate and generous disposition in every move, made the Little Gambler doubt if Gu Feiyan had chosen the wrong sect, just like herself… until now, the naturally seductive Third Young Lady of the Sacred Cult finally revealed her long-hidden sharpness.
Her pair of captivating, cold, and clear eyes, and that beautiful and deadly smile like a viper’s, filled Li Yuanzhen with surprise.
“A’fei, it turns out that only today have I truly known you!”
Li Yuanzhen’s sword rose with wind and thunder. Her Natal Spirit Tool, Invisible Slash, danced like dragons and snakes. Its sharp, cold shadow was unstoppable, and its sword energy soared into the sky. Anyone who intended to get close was met with a crisp sound like shattering porcelain, their expressions becoming dazed and foolish, leaving them standing still in confusion, instantly losing all combat power.
Just then, a man in black closest to Li Yuanzhen suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and a viper-like whip pierced through his chest!
Li Yuanzhen’s figure flashed like lightning as she quickly retreated, her gaze filled with surprise.
It was Gu Feiyan who made the move.
“Class B tactic,” she muttered to herself. Gu Feiyan retracted her blood-stained whip. The man in black fell to the ground with a thud. Then, those who had not yet been “touched” by Li Yuanzhen’s Invisible Slash unhesitatingly attacked, killing the dazed ones one by one.
For a moment, the entire scene was extremely sinister. Gu Feiyan walked step by step on the blood, her licking of her alluring red lips making countless onlookers’ scalps tingle and their hearts tremble.
Even more terrifying was that those who had fallen and died would, in an instant, get up with renewed vigor and energy, their injuries completely healed. Not only were their injuries gone, but even the effect of the Invisible Slash Spirit Tool was reversed, and they rushed towards Li Yuanzhen again, fearless of death.
Moreover, Gu Feiyan’s eye-type Spirit Tool had a certain ability to predict the course of battle. Whenever someone was injured by Li Yuanzhen and their combat power greatly reduced, Gu Feiyan’s whip would instantly descend as if foreseen, completing a rebirth for them.
The core of the Class B tactic was that Gu Feiyan would make a move while activating her Spirit Tool and turning her eyes pale pink. They would not feel any pain and would even be blessed by Gu Feiyan’s spiritual power, entering a state of excited fervor.
Otherwise, after so many resurrections, even a moment of pain would be enough to make one collapse.
The crowd of Unliving were no match for Li Yuanzhen, but their advantage lay in their inexhaustible numbers and their lack of fatigue. The only way to break this stalemate was to directly attack Gu Feiyan, who was orchestrating everything, but this was by no means an easy task. Both sides were in a deadlock.
“Stop, stop!”
At this moment, the gray-robed deacon’s voice rang out. Gu Feiyan and Li Yuanzhen, engrossed in their battle, were startled and looked over in confusion.
“Let’s call this a draw,” the gray-robed deacon said with a bitter smile. “If this continues, lives will be lost.”
“That’s not necessarily true.”
“We know what we’re doing.”
“No, I’m not talking about the two of you, but about others.” The gray-robed deacon pointed, and indeed, most of the onlookers had pale faces, filled with fear and unease.
Moreover, almost everyone’s gaze was fixed on Xiao Yan alone… her combat style was simply that of a demon reborn. How could such an evil and bizarre Natal Spirit Tool exist in this world!
“Alright then.”
Gu Feiyan and Li Yuanzhen exchanged a glance. Even though it was a draw, their purpose had been achieved.
At this moment, a White-Clothed Woman on the stage looked at the scar on her hand, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes. She suddenly struck her own chest with a ‘Give back my beauty’ palm, shattering her heart, and fell towards the edge of the stage.
“Thud!”
A relatively young disciple of Fusheng Nunnery was so scared that she fell to the ground and screamed.
“Are you alright, junior sister?” a gentle voice came, full of concern.
The disciple looked up and saw Gu Feiyan, dressed in a blood-red dress like a demoness reborn, walking towards her.
“Ah!”
The brutal scenes of moments ago flooded her mind, and the disciple’s eyes rolled back in fright, and she fainted.
Noticing the fearful and hesitant glances from those around her, Gu Feiyan’s expression became embarrassed. “Please don’t judge me by my appearance, everyone. My combat style may seem cruel, but actually… it’s just plain cruel.”
For a moment, Gu Feiyan frowned, unsure how to explain.
However, the Unliving under her command argued indignantly.
“Cough, please don’t misunderstand, our Dao Master is actually a very kind woman.”
“Exactly! Seeing you misunderstand our Dao Master like this makes us very angry. Do you know how hard our Dao Master works? To ensure she can kill us with one blow without leaving any survivors, she has flipped through countless ancient texts to achieve this level of excellence, able to kill us in dozens of ways, even in various combinations. This is her unique tenderness, which is admirable!”
“You can spread the word about this battle, but you absolutely cannot deliberately spread utter nonsense and add to our Dao Master’s bad reputation!”
Hearing this, some disciples of Fusheng Nunnery became even more panicked and terrified, their faces turning deathly pale. “No, we wouldn’t dare!”
It’s over.
Gu Feiyan ran her fingers through her hair, looking utterly dejected.
“Why is this young lady covered in blood? Are you seriously injured?” a strange yet refreshing voice inquired.
Gu Feiyan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a cultivator in a green shirt with short hair walking towards them. A warmth bloomed in her heart, thinking that not everyone was afraid of her. She replied gently, “Don’t worry, junior sister. I am not injured. This blood is related to my Natal Spirit Tool and will naturally disappear in a while.”
The short-haired cultivator froze on the spot, her cheeks flushing red. She gritted her teeth and said, “Miss, please don’t misunderstand. I am a man!”
Upon hearing this, Gu Feiyan’s eyes widened strangely as she looked at the person’s delicate and beautiful face and their utterly poor and clumsy attempt at cross-dressing. She was rendered speechless.
This person’s voice was completely that of a pleasant and lively female voice, like a babbling clear stream. Her curvaceous and slender figure was also completely unhidden… Where did she get the courage to insist she was a man?
“What’s with that look, young lady?”
Seeing this, the short-haired cultivator became even more embarrassed and annoyed. Suddenly, she sent a sound transmission to Gu Feiyan: “I know what you’re thinking, and I don’t want to argue with you. I just want to tell you that I am absolutely not a weird person! I just believe that a person’s essence, their soul, has no gender! Therefore, since others can define me as a woman, I can also choose to be a man according to my own will! I have more right to decide my own life than others.”
Gu Feiyan was dumbfounded. What kind of gibberish was this person speaking? After pondering for a long time, the pitiful Xiao Yan finally understood: this person’s body was female, but for some reason, she insisted on being a man, and then resorted to a mental victory method… that was probably the gist of it.
At this moment, Li Yuanzhen watched the short-haired cultivator with interest and asked, “Looking at your attire, you don’t seem to be from Fusheng Nunnery? Why are you here?”
The short-haired cultivator glanced at Li Yuanzhen, cupped her fists, and said, “Righteous Valor Fairy?”
“It is I, indeed.”
“I am Lin Youqing from the Daojun Dynasty.”
Lin Youqing spoke word by word, “I am here specifically for Master Qin.”
