Ye Qiu’s mood was heavy.
This mysterious woman’s skills were utterly freakish.
Just then, she coughed twice, a trickle of blood seeping from her lips.
She looked at Ye Qiu and said faintly, “It’s been over twenty years since I last got injured.”
“The last time was against Ye Wushuang.”
“You’re impressive.”
What, she fought my father?
Ye Qiu’s heart jolted.
That meant she was no nobody—definitely a renowned master.
Wait, over twenty years ago…
Even if she was eighteen then, she’d be at least forty-something now.
How did she maintain herself?
She looked like a young girl.
Her skin was even better than a teenager’s.
“Who are you, really?” Ye Qiu pressed. “I’ve never met you, never crossed you. Why do you want me dead? Are you from the Wushen Sect?”
“You don’t need to know that much. Just die quietly.”
As her words fell, her figure flashed like a streak of light, appearing before Ye Qiu.
Before he could track her move, her sword was half an inch from his brow.
So fast!
Ye Qiu flinched.
He’d faced countless masters, but her speed topped them all.
In that split second, he traced a lightning talisman, his body darting away like a bolt.
“Huh?”
A soft gasp escaped her, clearly surprised he’d dodged.
“Think you’re fast? Funny, I’m fast too,” Ye Qiu said, then felt it sounded odd, adding, “Not in bed, I mean.”
“Courting death!”
Thinking he was flirting, her fury flared, a towering battle aura erupting from her.
Her waist-length hair whipped wildly in the surge, lending her an alluring, untamed charm.
“Beautiful sister, it’s late—why fight?”
“How about we hit a tavern, grab a few drinks?”
“If you’re not into booze, we could get a hotel room, have a deep chat.”
Ye Qiu grinned cheekily.
His words were playful, but his body was taut, his own fighting spirit rising against this formidable foe.
Since breaking through to the third turn of the Nine-Turn Dragon Art—marrow-cleansing stage—he’d craved a worthy opponent to test his strength, but none had fit.
Now, here was his chance.
Her aura screamed she was no weaker than Long Qi from the Forbidden City—a true elite.
Plus, she’d clashed with his father over twenty years ago, proving her prowess.
Her rage boiled at his taunts, her battle intent surging.
Perfect—the stronger you are, the less I hold back.
He kept poking, “Looks like a fight’s inevitable. How about a bet?”
“You lose, you’re my woman. I lose, I’m your husband.”
“Deal?”
Her real age might be up there, but Ye Qiu didn’t care.
Her skin was flawless, her poise unmatched—her looks hid her years. Even if they showed, it was no big deal.
Compared to Sun Wukong’s dad, Dong Yong, or Xu Xian, this was nothing.
He had another angle too.
Her skills were terrifying—if she stuck with him, she’d be a personal bodyguard, sparing him constant worry about assassins.
“Talk more, die faster. After I kill you, I’ll cut out your tongue.”
She gathered her strength and vanished in a flash.
Instantly, Ye Qiu sensed mortal danger, retreating without a thought.
Half a step back, a sharp chill hit his spine.
“Crap, she’s behind me!”
Startled, he halted his retreat, lunging forward.
But there she was, waiting, sword aimed at his heart.
If he kept charging, it’d pierce him.
His body was iron-tough, but he wouldn’t risk it—what if her sword could penetrate?
Every top master has a trump card.
Her speed and footwork were uncanny, forcing him to skid to a stop.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
In under ten seconds, she unleashed over thirty strikes, each targeting a vital spot.
Ye Qiu dodged each one by a hair.
She controlled the fight’s rhythm, leaving him on the defensive.
He finally grasped “speed conquers all”—her attacks were a relentless storm, suffocating him.
“No, I’ve got to take control, or I’m in deep trouble.”
Muttering, he whispered, “Hide!”
His figure vanished.
Three seconds later, he reappeared ten meters away, a cold smirk on his lips, thinking, *Once I break your rhythm, you’re done.*
But his grin froze.
A faint orchid scent wafted beside him.
She’d been waiting.
Whoosh!
A sword flash struck.
He tilted his head, the blade grazing his nose, then a palm slammed his gut.
Boom!
Ye Qiu flew back twenty meters, crashing hard, spitting blood.
She saw through my invisibility talisman?
Impossible!
Scrambling up, his face turned unprecedentedly grave.
“With parlor tricks like that, you dare mouth off? Who gave you the guts?”
She sneered.
Ye Qiu’s temper snapped.
“Damn it, you old hag, think wounding me makes you hot stuff?”
“I let you land that hit out of mercy.”
“Next, I’ll show you what I’ve got.”
He channeled his inner energy, flickering to her front.
“Good, I’ll send you off,” she said, slashing.
Then she saw him raise his right hand, pinky pointing at her.
What’s he doing?
A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes.
Whoosh!
A sword qi burst from his pinky, knocking her blade aside.
Her composure faltered.
In that instant, Ye Qiu darted past, copping a feel.
Damn, so small~
