The Transcendent Immortal Chapter 123 The Fairy's Turn

Each Sword Qi contained strong energy, and one would die if he's not careful. Facing the overwhelming Sword Qi, He Xunke stayed calm and kept smiling. He suddenly tilted forward and rushed forth like a meteor.

The crowd was greatly puzzled. Instead of avoiding, he was trying to block head-on. Was this not suicide?

However, it was not as they expected. Although the Sword Qi was sharp, they went sideways when they were one inch close to He Xunke. The crowd sighed at this amazing technique which could deviate Sword Qi.

Shen Nianxue also did not expect this, and it was too late for her to take back the sword. He Xunke pointed at her waist with his fan. Her body trembled as if being hit by a bolt of lightning, and she lost balance and fell to the ground.

But she did not fall down. He Xunke quickly held her waist as her face flushed. The female disciples of the Thousand Feathers Sect had always been clean and untainted. How could she be held by a man in front of so many people? She was afraid that she might not be able to enter the Inner Gate to learn advanced cultivation method again.

Thinking of this, she became mad and spiteful as she thrust her sword to his throat. He moved backward for meters to block the incoming Sword Qi. Shen Nianxue then madly launched a series of attacks, so her moves revealed many weak points which weakened her defense. Under the stage, Xiaoyue still looked deadpan and said coldly, "All things leave behind them the obscurity (out of which they have come), and go forward to embrace the brightness (into which they have emerged), while they are harmonized by the breath of vacancy."

Shen Nianxue was just humiliated, and now she had lost a common heart. She ignored Xiaoyue's words and attacked ruthlessly. Each of her moves was aimed to kill. But He Xunke kept calm and broke numerous Sword Qi. He then pointed at her waist as she felt numb on her wrist and cannot hold the sword. The sword flew away.

As a result, she became even angrier and punched out with both hands. The overwhelming palm strength immediately brought about a storm which made people close to the stage feel suffocated. He Xunke smiled gently and turned into an illusion. He immediately appeared in front of her and pointed at her shoulder. Shen Nianxue felt her arms numb and cannot channel palm strength.

She was furious and was about to fight again with qi strength. He Xunke flicked his fingers and sent out a stroke of air dashing toward her lower abdomen. Shen Nianxue snorted softly which sounded extremely seductive and made people think about those things. She felt both ashamed and furious. She wanted to attack again and found her body numb after taking two steps. She did not know what kind of secret skill made her unable to stand still.

He Xunke moved forth and held her in his arms again. His lips almost touched her face, and he said gently, "Junior Sister Shen, don't run your cultivation skill by force, or you will be hurt." He smiled and said, "What are you cultivating for? You are so pretty, should we become two love birds and fly away together?"

Shen Nianxue felt both angry and ashamed, but she had no strength at the moment and could only watch him do this to her. She wanted to die.

Many young disciples under the stage cursed. An Outer Gate disciple of the Thousand Feathers Sect could not stand this any longer. He flew to the stage and thrust his sword at He Xunke's back.

A cold light glimmered at the tip of the sword. This attack was aimed to cool his heart. However, He Xunke suddenly punched backward with a golden light covering his fist. The fist turned into a 3-meter-long golden light and hit the long sword of that male disciple. The sword was shattered into countless pieces, and the male disciple was sent flying backward with his mouth spurting blood.

The crowd did not expect that He Xunke could wield such an explosive strength which was no weaker than that monster's. They were shocked that the pure strength of martial artists was way stronger than that of cultivators.

Some young disciples saw that he was still holding the junior sister of the Thousand Feathers Sect and flew to the stage one after another. He Xunke laughed and pushed Shen Nianxue away. He punched at the young man who flew up first as his fists burst out a dazzling light with the power of wind and thunder. "Rumble!" The young man was sent flying backward for 30 meters with blood bleeding from ears and nose.

The rest did not dare to move forward. He Xunke laughed to the sky. A dazzling golden light covered his body as if he was the G.o.d of war descended from heaven. He laughed and said, "You so-called Immortal's Practice. Are you just a bunch of losers? Hahaha..."

Many disciples were furious and kept cursing, yet they dared not to move forward. Indeed, they were no match for this martial artist under the same level.

Xiao Chen shook his head and sighed in his heart. The Immortal's Practice indeed declined, along with cultivation method and the heart of Daoism. Thousands of years ago, the cultivators created numerous legends; now, there's no way back to the peak.

Shen Nianxue was extremely pale. She picked up her sword, walked to Xiaoyue, and said gently, "Senior sister, I'm sorry..."

Xiaoyue did not look at her and said simply, "From now on, you don't need to go back to the Thousand Feathers Sect."

Everyone quieted down. Being expelled from the sect only because of a defeat? Shen Nianxue's face became paler, and she said urgently, "Please forgive me! Junior Sister!"

Xiaoyue's beautiful face had no expression. She did not speak again. Shen Nianxue burst out in tears. Suddenly, she laughed with sorrow and lifted her sword, trying to cut her neck. The crowd exclaimed, and Xiaoyue had no intention to stop her. Blood was about to splash when Xiao Chen sent out a row of True Qi to knock away the sword with a clang.

He really did not understand. She was simply being held twice by a man. Did she have to be expelled? Did she have to kill herself? What kind of sect is this Thousand Feathers Sect?

Shen Nianxue's face shed floods of tears. She kept crying and looked so pitiful. Although many people wanted to ask for mercy at this moment, but they gave up upon seeing Xiaoyue's cold face.

Many people turned their eyes to Master Xuanji from the Wuyin Monastery. He was the oldest one present and had the highest prestige, so maybe he was the only one to ask for mercy. However, Xuanji just put his palms together and chanted the name of Buddha. The Wuyin Monastery and Thousand Feathers Sect were both ancient sects. He knew the rules of the Thousand Feathers Sect very well that no one could ask for mercy.

"Are you still going to stay here?" At this point, Xiaoyue suddenly said coldly.

Shen Nianxue sobbed twice, and her next move surprised everyone. She slowly untied the waistband and took off her clothes.

There were only two underclothes left as her white skin exposed. But she did not stop and kept untying her underclothes while sobbing. All elders ordered their disciples not to look at her.

This was the rule of the Thousand Feathers Sect. Every disciple expelled from the sect could not take anything away, not even clothes. No wonder she wanted to suicide. To be naked in the public was more painful than death.

Xiao Chen also did not expect this. He reached out his hand and used the psychokinesis to grab a big banner from the stage which then fell on her body under his will.

"Senior Sister Luo, please take her out of here first." Xiao Chen whispered and gave a glance at Xiaoyue when he spoke. At the moment, Xiaoyue still looked deadpan as if she was a cold-blooded fairy high above the world and did not care about people.

Xiao Chen could not imagine a woman to be heartless like this. What kind of sect Qianyu Nishang had established? The other female disciples just stood and watch silently. The horrible thing was not the heartless rules but the coldness between fellows.

Luo Shangyan held Shen Nianxue and went down the mountain, but Xiaoyue did not even look at her as if the junior sister who had spent a decade together was just a pa.s.ser-by. She looked at the stage and said, "The ancient martial art of the He Family. Is that so?"

He Xunke laughed to the sky and said, "Exactly. I heard a long time ago that fairy Xiaoyue's sword, Autumn Water, ranks the third on the Tome of Legendary Weapons. Do I have the honor to trade some blows with you?"

Everyone was surprised and looked at the duster sword in Xiaoyue's hand. It turned out this was the legendary ancient sword, the sword of patriarch Qianyu, Autumn Water. But this sword had never been unsheathed in over a thousand years, so n.o.body knew what it was like.

Xiao Chen's eyes gradually became blank while resting on the duster sword. He suddenly smiled coldly as many people heard this and looked at him with confusion. Some people were hostile to him because they thought he still hated Xiaoyue because of what she did to Shen Nianxue.

Xiaoyue also glanced at him. But she did not care much and left an illusion as she appeared on the stage. n.o.body saw how she moved to the stage.

Xiao Chen still couldn't help smiling coldly. Yu Yifeng looked at him and was confused. He asked with furrowed brows, "Junior Brother Xiao, what's wrong?"

Xiao Chen shook his head and said nothing. "Autumn Water, Autumn Water. This is exactly the sword I gave to Qianyu Nishang."