Volume 3, Chapter 330 – You’re Right, But Having a Higher Cultivation Means You Can Do Whatever You Want

“Do you know what the consequences are for raising a hand against me?”

Lu Guan’s face was dark as he roared, “Or do you think the Chi family is actually capable of weathering Lingxiao Sword Sect’s retaliation?!”

His furious voice rolled through the small formation space, and even the falling rain seemed to stutter for a moment.

Yet the two girls before him remained unmoved, utterly indifferent to his warning.

Lu Guan’s expression grew heavier.

The Chi family had made up their minds to kill him.

Within the main city, escape techniques were forbidden.

Open fighting between cultivators was equally prohibited.

What Lu Guan could not understand was this: yes, the Chi family was the undisputed power of Beihe Commandery, but how could they be so brazen as to ambush and kill him within the main city itself?

Did the Chi family truly not care at all about the Beihe Commandery’s governor? About the Human Empress herself?

Looking at the two girls before him, Lu Guan felt a chill seep through him from head to toe.

Lu Zhuxin paid no attention to Lu Guan’s expression.

She tilted her head and looked at Bu Lianshuang with a soft smile. “Your Highness, can you manage on your own?”

Bu Lianshuang understood what she was about to do.

The little fox’s tenderness gave her a feeling so unreal it was like being inside a dream.

She was terrified that she would wake one day and find this gentle little fox gone.

Bu Lianshuang lowered her eyes.

“I’m fine. These are only surface wounds.”

“Xin’er, you don’t have to keep hovering over me like this.”

As she spoke, Bu Lianshuang dipped her chin and gave Lu Zhuxin a confident, easy smile.

“I am a wolf clan princess. I have been through a hundred battles. Wounds like these are nothing to worry about!”

Lu Zhuxin glanced discreetly at her back, then raised a hand to cover a small laugh.

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“Then I am going to let go of you now.”

With that, she withdrew the arm she had wrapped around Bu Lianshuang’s waist and stepped away.

Bu Lianshuang braced her core and pushed herself upright.

The sweet fragrance that had surrounded her was fading as the little fox moved away. Bu Lianshuang breathed in one last reluctant breath of it before it was gone.

Lu Zhuxin turned her gaze to Lu Guan.

Still smiling, she swept her sword through an idle flourish, then leveled the tip squarely at him. “After you, Elder Lu.”

Bu Lianshuang watched from nearby, her eyes bright with interest.

She knew the little fox had been training hard in sword cultivation lately.

But fox demons were delicate by nature, never known for raw force.

Bu Lianshuang was genuinely curious. Just how much combat power could a fox demon manage on a path of sword cultivation?

From the looks of it, the little fox was about to put her recent progress on display.

Bu Lianshuang was looking forward to it.

Lu Guan stared at the smiling girl before him, his expression complicated.

From their brief clash a moment ago, he had gauged her at sixth realm, at minimum.

But how was that possible?

Had Song Shixuan not said she had been raised by an ordinary farming family? That she had never cultivated, never been guided? That she had only been brought back to the Chi residence a few days ago?

By age, she had not even reached twenty.

A sixth realm sword cultivator under twenty? Even Immortal Venerable Qingzhi had not been gifted to that degree.

“Girl, I don’t know how you managed to cultivate this far, but surely Chi Jingwen has taught you that in a fight between cultivators, raw realm level alone does not determine the outcome?”

Before the words had even finished leaving his mouth, his natal sword was already in motion.

A sudden, unannounced strike.

If Chi Muxue truly had a Sword Dao Sacred Body, the Chi family would treat her as their most precious asset.

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If he were the Chi family head, he would never send such a priceless resource to assassinate a battle-hardened sword cultivator alone.

Which meant this was an opportunity. Capture her and use her as leverage, and every trap and scheme the Chi family had laid would be rendered useless.

“Bring it on!”

Facing Lu Guan’s assault, Lu Zhuxin’s expression did not change.

She held her sword in one hand, channeling her sixth realm sword cultivation into the blade, and met him in close combat.

The two clashed. Their auras collided with force.

Sword qi surged in every direction, blade-wind churning wildly around them.

With the perception of an eighth realm great demon, every one of Lu Guan’s techniques appeared clearly to Lu Zhuxin’s eyes.

She could read every angle of attack before it arrived.

With sixth realm sword cultivation, she met him blow for blow, holding her own.

Lu Zhuxin had always known exactly where her weaknesses lay.

She was afraid of pain, afraid of dying. Cowardly, and not particularly motivated.

She had cultivation to spare, but essentially zero combat experience.

The sword cultivation skill the system had unlocked for her seemed designed to compensate for precisely that gap.

Even the system, apparently, had grown tired of watching her be utterly useless in a fight.

Training in sword arts alongside Chi Xiyan had been less like learning a skill and more like cramming combat experience from scratch.

And now, the head disciple of Lingxiao Sword Sect’s sect master standing before her was an excellent whetstone.

Lu Zhuxin was not in a hurry. She had already calculated how long she had before the Beihe Commandery governor took notice of the commotion. Until then, every moment was practice time.

Lu Guan quickly saw through her intent. His voice carried cold laughter. “Girl, are you using me as your whetstone?”

He could see it plainly. This girl had realm level to spare, but the actual sword techniques she was employing were crude and rough, barely passable.

Then again, that matched what he would expect from a merchant clan like the Chi family.

“Your swordsmanship is sloppy. Your footwork is clumsy.”

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“Your exchanges are riddled with openings and errors at every turn.”

The fundamentals were atrocious. It was painful to watch.

And this was the so-called Sword Dao Sacred Body?

A cultivator with this level of skill would not even qualify to sweep floors in Lingxiao Sword Sect’s outer gate.

“You thought you could use me as a whetstone?”

“Girl, are you looking down on me, Lu Guan?!”

Lu Guan’s brows snapped together.

His sword trembled in his grip.

In an instant, Lingxiao sword intent surged upward with the rain, and the full overbearing presence of a sixth realm sword cultivator was unleashed without restraint.

Thousands of sword beams converged into a roiling storm of blades that swept toward Lu Zhuxin in a wave.

Lu Zhuxin raised her sword to block, holding on with effort. Her eighth realm perception allowed her to track the trajectory of every individual beam clearly enough.

But this was still her first real battle, and against an experienced and dangerous opponent like Lu Guan, she found herself scrambling.

The razor-sharp sword light grazed her cheek and stung.

She frowned. Lu Guan caught several of her openings, forcing her back three steps.

Lu Guan pressed the advantage without hesitation, closing in and unleashing a rapid chain of sword techniques.

The storm of sword pressure surged again.

In the effort to hold him off, Lu Zhuxin was driven back two more steps.

Lu Guan’s sword momentum did not relent. A cold smile curved his lips.

“I, Lu Guan, began learning the sword at three, entered the sect at seven, reached perfection in sword arts at one hundred, and attained Mahayana in formation dao at two hundred.”

“I have moved freely through the cultivation world for over three hundred years. Do you really think I could lose to a little brat still wet behind the ears?”

A sharp clang rang out.

The sword in Lu Zhuxin’s hand was wrenched open by Lu Guan’s Lingxiao sword intent, forced wide apart.

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In that instant, the girl who had only just begun walking the path of the sword was left completely exposed, without a shred of defense.

Lu Guan’s hand shot forward, reaching for Lu Zhuxin’s throat.

“Girl! Get on your knees!”

Bu Lianshuang saw Lu Zhuxin in danger and could not stop herself from lurching forward. “Xin’er, watch out!”

Lu Zhuxin looked at Lu Guan bearing down on her with a savage grin on his face.

Her own expression did not change.

Something about her calm made Lu Guan uneasy.

But the arrow was already on the string. He had no choice. Who knew how many powerful fighters the Chi family had positioned outside the formation?

To survive, he had to get this girl in his grip.

And then he watched as Lu Zhuxin slowly raised her other hand.

Her slender fingers curled slightly.

She flicked them lightly at his chest.

A resonant crack rang out.

Lu Guan’s expression collapsed.

Something had struck him squarely in the chest, solid as a hammer blow. His sternum caved inward.

The sheer force launched him like a ragdoll, and he flew backward, smashing through two brick walls before he finally came to a stop.

“You’re right,” Lu Zhuxin said.

“But.”

“Having a higher cultivation means you can do whatever you want.”

Lu Guan coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide with shock. “You’re seventh realm?!”