Her name was Murong Xinyi. I only found that out later. I never expected to become so entangled with such a “fierce shrew” on the path of cultivation.
“I only used thirty percent of my strength. See? That's the difference between a martial artist and an immortal cultivator. I'll give you one more chance: leave what I want and get out of here.”
“If you were in my shoes, would you really be willing to surrender without a fight?”
“Of course not.”
“Then why waste your breath? Come on. Even if I die, I won't submit to you.”
“You talk too much.”
She swung her sword again. I didn't rashly meet her attack, instead holding my spear in front of me as I quickly retreated.
“Gah!”
I dodged the sword, but not its qi. My clothes had been torn to shreds, and the sword qi felt as if it were carving into my skin.
“Ah, you lecher!”
The woman's face flushed red. She hurriedly shut her eyes and turned away. The sudden turn of events startled me, and I quickly covered my most important parts with my hands.
“You brought this on yourself. You have to take responsibility for me.”
“I won't listen! Don't come any closer. Get lost, now! The farther away, the better. Don't ever show your face in front of me again!”
“That's exactly what I was waiting for you to say. If I don't leave now, when will I? She's so fierce and ruthless. Anyone who gets involved with her is doomed.”
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