The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

Chen Dong stepped forward, bowed, and said, ”Chen Dong greets Senior.”

He never would have thought this young woman was actually the Peak Master of Cyan Sword Peak. She looked to be a few years younger than he was.

Once she confirmed his identity, the young woman’s expression turned icy. The killing intent in her eyes was palpable. With a slash of the Peach Sword in her hand, a pale beam of sword light shot toward him in an instant.

But Li Zhixuan was even faster.

He dodged to the side with incredible speed, pointed at Chen Dong, and blurted out, ”Senior, if you’re going to strike someone down, strike him! He’s a real piece of work!”

At this critical juncture, Chen Dong stared at Li Zhixuan in despair. ”Xiaoli... you!”

Li Zhixuan quickly transmitted a mental message. ”Lao Chen, don’t blame me! This girl is a peerless master who has comprehended Dao Essence. Ten of me couldn’t even take her.”

The pale sword light swallowed him whole. ’This is the end for me!’ he thought. It was a Sword Technique from a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator; he couldn’t even dodge or resist it.

After the light faded, Chen Dong was amazed to find he wasn’t dead. Instead, he was in a surreal space, surrounded by countless gorgeous women. They were all dressed in thin, gauzy robes, their figures barely concealed, making them all the more alluring.

Some cooed softly, others were brazenly flirtatious; some postured provocatively, while others feigned shyness. Women of all kinds used every trick in their arsenal in a seemingly endless display of sensuality.

Chen Dong’s brow furrowed. He realized this was just a test.

A slight smile touched his lips. ’Using this to test me, Saint Chen? Aren’t they underestimating me a bit?’

He extended his Divine Sense. The women felt incredibly real. ’This isn’t an Array,’ he realized. ’It’s Sword Intent! What kind of Sword Dao does she cultivate to produce an intent like this?’ He was intensely curious.

DONG—! A bell tolled in his sea of consciousness, shaking his very soul. The last glimmer of his Saint Dao vanished, and with it, all the desire-radiating women around him disappeared.

Zisang Jin raised an eyebrow in disbelief. It had only been a few breaths, and he had already broken her Sword Intent of ’Lust’. ’If that’s the case, let’s see how he handles ’Life’.’ Gripping her Spirit Sword, she unleashed another slash.

Li Zhixuan’s brow furrowed. Before Chen Dong could even recover, he was struck by another sword attack.

The space transformed instantly. Flowers bloomed everywhere, their petals taking root the moment they touched the ground. In a flash, roots burst from the earth and snaked toward Chen Dong. Each root was covered in long thorns that glowed with an eerie green light.

’What kind of Sword Intent is this?’ Chen Dong wondered. ’It seems to be plant-based. In that case, I’ll use a Fire Technique. Phoenix True Fire!’

He formed a seal for the Daoist Technique, but was shocked to find he couldn’t sense any Spiritual Qi—he couldn’t even feel his own True Qi. Without True Qi or Spiritual Qi, it was impossible to use the Fire Technique. Countless roots wrapped around him, their thorns piercing his flesh to the bone. Chen Dong clenched his jaw, determined not to scream.

But it was agonizing! The pain was so intense it felt like it was piercing his very soul!

Outside the space of Sword Intent, the unmoving Chen Dong was trembling uncontrollably, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Within the space of Sword Intent, Chen Dong was completely engulfed by the roots, which were slowly crushing him. Amidst the boundless pain and suffocation, a thought suddenly struck him. ’This is a space of Sword Intent! Only my will can fight it! In that case... I’ll use my Heart Fire to refine my spirit!’

A tiny spark ignited among the roots. In an instant, that single spark started a prairie fire, and the field of flowers erupted into a raging inferno.

Zisang Jin was stunned once more. Her previous Sword Intent had been shattered, but this one had been completely devoured. ’How bizarre,’ she thought. ’This is truly bizarre!’

This boy was only at a level equivalent to Foundation Establishment Perfection, yet he had broken two of her Sword Intents in such a short time. It was practically unheard of. Her competitive spirit flared, and she unleashed a slash infused with thirty percent of her ’Scent’ Sword Intent.

Li Zhixuan’s heart sank. ’This is bad. The senior actually seems to be trying to kill Chen Dong!’ A Sword Intent of this magnitude was something not even a Late-stage Golden Core cultivator could withstand, let alone Chen Dong.

An azure Spirit Sword materialized in his hand. Wielding it, Li Zhixuan instantly appeared in front of Chen Dong, pitting his own Sword Intent against hers.

The ethereal light of his fully unleashed Void Sword Intent met the pale glow of Zisang Jin’s slash, which contained thirty percent of her ’Scent’ Sword Intent.

The moment they collided, Li Zhixuan coughed up a mouthful of blood and was sent flying. But thanks to his intervention, the pale sword light merely grazed the top of Chen Dong’s head before shooting past. Otherwise, there was no way the current Chen Dong could have withstood an attack containing thirty percent of her Sword Intent.

Seeing this, Zisang Jin clapped both hands over her mouth. ’Oh no,’ she thought. ’I went too far!’

Initially, she had only wanted to test Chen Dong, but her competitive spirit got the better of her and she failed to hold back. If she had actually killed him, her plans for her new junior sister would have gone up in smoke.

Chen Dong slowly came to. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and bowed to Zisang Jin.

”Thank you for your mercy, Senior!”

Zisang Jin’s face instantly flushed crimson, making her look more like a naive, clueless young girl.

But after that exchange, Chen Dong could no longer see this Nascent Soul Old Monster as a simple young girl. He suddenly realized Li Zhixuan was gone. ’Did he abandon me and run?’ Just as he was cursing the ’faithless bastard’ in his mind, he sensed Li Zhixuan, barely breathing, in a flowerbed a few hundred yards away.

Chen Dong fixed his gaze on Zisang Jin. She quickly looked down, her face blushing an even deeper shade of red as she scuffed the ground with a peach-pink embroidered slipper.

”I... No, This Seat... This Seat didn’t do it on purpose!”

Seeing her reaction, Chen Dong got the gist of what had happened. He quickly flew over and helped Li Zhixuan to his feet.

Li Zhixuan shakily held out a hand, speaking in fits and starts. ”Lao Chen... one Spirit Stone isn’t enough for this... You have... you have to give me two!”

Chen Dong promptly dropped him. After a quick pulse check and a scan with his Divine Sense, he realized this guy had just been wounded by the Sword Intent, same as him. His injuries were a little more severe, sure, but it was nothing a few days of recuperation wouldn’t fix. He was nowhere near as bad off as his dramatic performance suggested.

So the once proud and imposing Daoist Li Da, a man of unyielding will, now knew how to act. Chen Dong looked at him with disgust, but then remembered he’d gotten hurt for his sake. ”Fine, fine,” he said dismissively. ”Two it is!”