Senior sister, I'm going to control you.

Chapter 26 Will I Avoid Your Edge?

The square is not large.

Four stone pillars stood at the four corners, with twisted, blood-red patterns carved on them.

Zhang Xuan stood right in the middle.

He wore a gray robe with a string of dominoes hanging from his waist. He was not tall, but had very broad shoulders, high cheekbones, and deep-set eyes.

He was standing on a human head.

The blood, still wet, seeped from the severed neck, seeping into the cracks of the bluestone slabs. The young woman's hair was disheveled and stuck to her face; her eyes were half-open, her pupils unfocused.

"You're here?"

When Zhang Xuan saw Zhao Ling, his eyes lit up, and his gaze slowly swept over her.

He licked his lips.

"Senior Sister Zhao, long time no see. Your figure is even more amazing than it was three months ago."

Zhao Ling didn't say anything.

Zhang Xuan then looked behind her, his gaze passing over Li Tianran and landing on Shen Qing, scanning her from head to toe.

Shen Qing's Taoist robe was soaked by the gray mist and clung to his body.

"A female cultivator from the Heavenly Sword Sect? Not bad."

He commented: "Slim waist, straight legs. Not quite as good as Su Yingxue, and not quite as good as Senior Sister Zhao, but good enough."

Shen Qing's fingers clenched the hem of her Taoist robe.

Zhang Xuan took a step forward.

"you."

He pointed at Li Tianran: "You're the half-finished product?"

Li Tianran bowed his head: "Yes."

Zhang Xuan: "Raise your head."

Li Tianran raised his head again.

Zhang Xuan stared at his face for two breaths.

They discovered that Li Tianran was completely different from the previous blood slave with a blue face and black horns.

"I heard that Master accepted you as a disciple? A blood slave, what incredible luck you had."

Li Tianran remained silent.

"I'm asking you a question."

"Your Excellency is too kind."

Zhang Xuan chuckled and suddenly reached out and patted Li Tianran on the shoulder twice.

The force was heavy, causing Li Tianran's shoulder to sink down, and the spiritual energy drilled into his meridians, making a circular impact.

Li Tianran did not move.

Suppressing his true cultivation level with the Concealing Breath Pendant, Zhang Xuan probed around with his spiritual power and only managed to touch the second level of pseudo-refining qi.

"A pseudo-second floor?"

Zhang Xuan withdrew his hand: "Useless."

He stopped looking at Li Tianran and turned to Zhao Ling.

"Where's Senior Sister Su? Didn't she hear the summons?"

"Our eldest sister went down the mountain on business and her whereabouts are unknown."

"work?"

Zhang Xuan grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "What were you doing? Did some random guy take your place?"

Zhao Ling didn't respond.

Zhang Xuan walked to the edge of the square, plopped down on a stone stool, spread his legs, and scanned back and forth between Zhao Ling and Shen Qing.

"Master told me to come back first to inspect the spiritual fields. I'll take a look at the grass you've planted these past few months tomorrow."

He paused for a moment.

"But who among you will come to my cave tonight?"

Zhao Ling's face darkened.

"Zhang Xuan, the summons is Master's order, and we've arrived. Inspecting the spirit fields is Master's order; you'll inspect them tomorrow. There are no third orders."

"Order?"

Zhang Xuan laughed: "With Master absent, I am the one who commands."

He stood up and walked up to Zhao Ling.

He was half a head shorter than her, looking up at her, but his gaze seemed to be looking down on her.

"Senior Sister Zhao, what are you pretending for?"

"You knew what I wanted when I left three months ago. Senior Sister Su is just pretending to be high-minded, and so are you?"

He lowered his voice.

"Sleep with me tonight, and I'll approve your spirit field inspection tomorrow. No way, hehe."

Zhao Ling's chest heaved slightly.

"Zhang Xuan, don't go too far."

"Too much?"

Zhang Xuan laughed out loud: "I captured more than thirty blood slaves outside, found seven pieces of blood jade and three sets of demon beast bones for my master. And you? You spent three months watering grass on the mountain."

He reached out and touched Zhao Ling's face.

Zhao Ling took a step back.

Zhang Xuan's hand froze in mid-air, and his smile slowly faded.

"You're being disrespectful?"

His voice changed.

"Do you think you're still Zhao Ling from three years ago?"

Three years ago you were the eldest sister, and your master doted on you the most. What about now?

Su Yingxue is far superior to you; even this half-finished product has become a disciple. In Master's eyes, you're not even as good as a Blood Spirit Grass.

Zhao Ling's face was grim.

Li Tianran took a step forward.

"Senior Brother Zhang, the reports on the spirit fields are being submitted every day. There's an oversupply of first-grade Blood Spirit Grass, and an oversupply of second-grade."

"Once Master returns, a conclusion will naturally be reached."

Zhang Xuan stared at him for two breaths.

"You lowly slave, are you lecturing me?"

"I wouldn't dare."

Zhang Xuan suddenly laughed.

"interesting."

He walked up to Li Tianran and looked up at him.

The two were very close, so close that Li Tianran could smell the blood on him.

"A lowly slave dares to talk back to me."

He reached out and patted Li Tianran's face.

It wasn't heavy, but each strike carried spiritual power, causing Li Tianran's face to tilt to one side.

"You think you're someone special just because your master praised you casually?"

Li Tianran raised an eyebrow, remaining silent.

He didn't want to reveal his strength, otherwise it would cause him a lot of trouble.

Zhang Xuan sneered, completely ignoring Li Tianran.

He turned around and walked towards Shen Qing.

Shen Qing subconsciously took a step back.

Zhang Xuan grabbed her wrist and rubbed his thumb against her wrist bone.

"Your skin is so smooth."

Shen Qing suddenly broke free.

Zhang Xuan's smile froze.

"You're asking for it."

He slapped Shen Qing across the face with his backhand.

Shen Qing's body was knocked to one side, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and the collar of his Taoist robe was torn askew, revealing a section of his collarbone.

Zhang Xuan licked his lips, his eyes burning with fervor.

"I'm going to do you right here today."

He reached out and grabbed Shen Qing's collar.

A flash of light.

Zhang Xuan withdrew his hand.

A bloodstain appeared on the back of his hand, extending from the base of his thumb to his wrist, with blood beads seeping out and dripping onto the bluestone slab.

Li Tianran stood in front of Shen Qing.

He gripped the low-grade curved sword in his hand, the blade gleaming with a cold, dark red light, his face expressionless.

"You dare draw your sword against me?"

Zhang Xuan looked down at the bloodstains on the back of his hand, then looked up at Li Tianran.

His eyes changed; they became excited.

"interesting."

He tore a domino from his waist and crushed it. The domino shattered into powder, which coalesced in the air into a pale white bone spike, a foot long, with a cold glint at its tip.

Zhang Xuan gripped the bone spur and walked towards Li Tianran.

"Who do you think you are?"

"You're a half-finished product. The reason you've survived until today is because Master still thinks you're useful. Once Master has used you up, you'll become fertilizer in the spiritual field."

The bone spur was raised, its tip aimed at Li Tianran's left eye.

"I'll gouge out one of your eyes today. If Master asks, just say you fell down."

Zhao Ling rushed over.

"You want to make a move?!"

"Senior Sister Zhao, you're interfering just because I'm disciplining a dog?"

Zhang Xuan ignored Zhao Ling.

He continued to stare at Li Tianran.

"You lowly slave, kneel down."

Li Tianran didn't move.

"I'll make you kneel down."

Li Tianran still didn't move.

A bone spur pierced through.

Li Tianran turned to the side, and a bone spur grazed the corner of his eye, leaving a bloody mark.

He did not back down.

He loosened his grip on the hilt with his left hand, spreading his fingers and pressing them against Zhang Xuan's chest for leverage. He pressed his entire body against Zhang Xuan, and with his right hand, he swung the curved blade upwards.

Zhang Xuan leaned back, and the tip of the knife grazed his chin, shaving off a tuft of his beard.

The two separated.

Zhang Xuan looked down at the beard on the ground, then looked up at Li Tianran with a hint of astonishment.

"Pseudo-Qi Refinement Level 5? You've been hiding your true cultivation!"

Li Tianran remained silent.

Zhang Xuan smiled.

"Great, excellent!"

He held the bone spur across his chest and channeled his spiritual energy into it.

Blood-red patterns appeared on the surface of the bone spurs, emitting a buzzing vibration. The temperature in the square dropped sharply, and the blood-red patterns on the four stone pillars lit up at the same time.

Qi Refining Level 6, Peak!

Li Tianran gripped the curved blade tightly.

His pseudo-refining of Qi to the fifth level was built up with immortal water and blood spirit grass, so the foundation is unstable.

Zhang Xuan's sixth level of Qi Refining was earned through real combat.

But he did not back down.

Zhang Xuan rushed over, his bone spur piercing straight into Li Tianran's heart.

Li Tianran didn't block, but turned to the side, letting the bone spur graze his ribs. The bone spur pierced through his gray robe, embedded itself in the flesh of his left rib, and became lodged between the ribs.

He took a step forward in the direction the bone spur had pierced his left rib and emerged from his back.

He and Zhang Xuan were face to face, less than a foot apart.

Zhang Xuan was stunned. Was this lowly servant courting death?

At that moment, Li Tianran's curved blade came down.

The blow landed directly on Zhang Xuan's right wrist, where he was gripping the bone spur. The spiritual power of the pseudo-refining level five was not enough to cut it off, but it still injured him.

Blood gushed from Zhang Xuan's wrist.

He screamed in pain as the bone spur loosened.

The bone spur was still lodged in Li Tianran's left rib, protruding from his back. Li Tianran grasped the bone spur with his left hand and pulled it out of his body. Blood gushed from the wound, soaking his gray robe.

He didn't press it down; instead, holding the bone spur, he thrust it into Zhang Xuan's right shoulder with his other hand.

Zhang Xuan let out another scream.

Bone spurs pierced his shoulder, pinning him to the ground.

A life-or-death fighting style, with unexpected attacks.

In a short time, Zhang Xuan suffered a great loss.

He never expected this.

A lowly slave not only dared to lay a hand on someone, but also dared to risk his life.

Zhang Xuan lay on the ground, staring at Li Tianran with disbelief in his pale yellow eyes.

"You dare?"

Li Tianran looked down at him, his tone cold.

"Would I avoid your sharp edge?"

Zhang Xuan was so angry that his lips trembled.

That lowly slave is so damn arrogant, even more arrogant than him.

"I'm going to kill you."