Chapter 773: I Need Only One Sword to Kill You!
"Our Great Zheng's Imperial Advisor is invincible! That demoness is doomed!"
The Great Zheng Emperor and his retinue of civil and military officials stared at the battlefield in mid-air, their faces alight with unwavering confidence and fervent anticipation.
In their eyes, Zhenren Chen was already the undisputed leader of the Daoist sects, a man invincible under the heavens. Now, bolstered by the very fortune of the nation, he must have ascended to a realm akin to that of an immortal or a god, or at the very least, be standing on its threshold. There was simply no way that this mysterious demoness, this Ice Phoenix who had appeared from nowhere, could possibly contend with him.
"Demoness, I will grant you one final chance. Surrender to me, and I shall make you the Empress of Great Zheng!" The Great Zheng Emperor's gaze swept over Bai Bing, thick with a covetous hunger. Though he possessed a harem of three thousand beauties, all of them combined could not hold a candle to the unmatched grace radiating from this single woman.
Of course, he mused, after she surrendered, her cultivation would have to be sealed. Otherwise, he would never dare to approach a woman of such terrifying power.
Bai Bing merely spared the emperor a single, disdainful glance before her attention settled fully on the Great Zheng Imperial Advisor. Her voice was as cold and sharp as the edge of a glacier.
"To kill you, I only need one sword."
"Good. Good! Good!" Zhenren Chen, the Imperial Advisor of Great Zheng, heard her words and let out a laugh born of pure, unadulterated fury. "This old man would very much like to see how you intend to kill me with a single sword!"
In that instant, a tempest of power erupted around him. Hurricane-force gales, each gust as sharp as a blade, formed a raging storm of sword-like wind that swirled around his form. His gaze, burning like twin coals, locked onto Bai Bing. Without another word, he waved his hand, and a thousand wind blades shrieked through the air, converging on her from all directions.
Clad in black, Bai Bing was the very picture of a cold and peerless beauty. With the longsword sheathed on her back, she looked like a Female Sword Immortal who had stepped out of a legend. After cultivating the Martial God Art and the Twin Phoenix Coiling Qi Art—the two techniques Shen Anyu had taught her—the already naturally stunning Bai Bing had become even more breathtakingly gorgeous, her skin now fairer than frost and snow.
It was no wonder that both the rebel leader and the Great Zheng Emperor were so utterly captivated by her.
As the torrent of a thousand wind blades and the enveloping hurricane descended upon her, a collective sigh of regret seemed to pass through the countless onlookers below, all lamenting the imminent fading of such sublime beauty.
Clang!
At that precise moment, Bai Bing finally drew her sword. The longsword flashed in her hand, a dazzling bolt of lightning that momentarily illuminated the entire smoke-filled, war-torn battlefield.
In the next breath, it transformed into a streak of pure silver light. It tore through the countless wind blades, ripped apart the raging hurricane, and shattered the Imperial Advisor's spell with contemptuous ease. With the divine, unstoppable power of a blade that could split a waterfall and reverse a tsunami, it swept toward Zhenren Chen.
The sword light was blinding, a spectacle of power that would startle ghosts and gods alike.
As this peerless Sword Qi surged forward, the expression on Zhenren Chen's face, which had been buoyed by the national fortune of Great Zheng, finally cracked. Shock and a primal dread flooded his features. He had only enough time to frantically circulate his magic, throwing up layer after layer of earthen walls before him.
It was as if a city wall, several meters thick, had risen directly from the ground. The incredible sight sent a surge of morale through the Great Zheng soldiers, while the faces of the rebel army turned ashen with fear.
Having completed this monumental defense, the Great Zheng Imperial Advisor allowed himself a shallow sigh of relief. In his mind, with the nation's fortune empowering him, he had already stepped into the ranks of Land Immortals. His aura far surpassed Bai Bing's; defeat was simply not a possibility.
'Block this terrifying sword, then crush her with overwhelming power,' the Imperial Advisor strategized. 'The demoness's swordsmanship is astonishing, but suppressing her with sheer, brute force is the superior path…'
But in the very next moment, a soft whoosh cut through the air. A hole, no bigger than a thumb, had appeared in the center of his seemingly indestructible earthen wall. The Imperial Advisor's expression went from startled to a deep, spreading bitterness.
His heart had been pierced. Crimson blood gushed from the wound as his internal organs were shredded into nothingness by the residual sword energy.
"Such a fast sword… such a formidable sword…"
His mind filled with sorrow and deep unwillingness, the Great Zheng Imperial Advisor fell from the sky, plunging into an eternal silence.
As he fell, the city-wall-like barrier of earth disintegrated into dust. The sky-filling hurricanes dissipated into calm air. From the void, a mournful wail, like the cry of a dying flood dragon, seemed to echo—the sound of a nation's fortune being severed.
The Great Zheng Emperor and his officials watched as their Imperial Advisor was slain by a single, instantaneous sword strike. A bottomless despair washed over their hearts.
In stark contrast, the morale of the rebel army soared to the heavens.
Bai Bing's gaze, cold and serene, swept over the Imperial Advisor's corpse. She spoke faintly, her voice carrying across the now-quiet battlefield.
"A Land Immortal propped up by external forces. You possessed the strength, but not the control. Loose and formless… far inferior to that stinky woman."
This was meant to be a simple novice guidance mission in the Main God Reincarnation Game. Originally, the objective was merely to survive with the rebel army for three months, at most facing encirclement by ordinary soldiers. But because of Bai Bing's aggressive and decisive actions, she had forced a direct confrontation with Zhenren Chen, an Imperial Advisor empowered by national fortune to a level comparable to a Land Immortal.
If it had been any ordinary, experienced Reincarnator—even a powerhouse at the Heavenly Human level—they would have undoubtedly perished.
But Bai Bing's talent was so brilliant, her genius so deep, that she could slay an immortal with a single sword.
Every person present, whether they were novice Reincarnators or rebel soldiers, was filled with an extreme, trembling awe.
Bai Bing paid no mind to their gazes. With a flick of her delicate hand, the longsword, which moments ago had been a brilliant bolt of lightning, flew back into its scabbard on its own.
She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, treading on thin air, her presence alone suppressing the entire battlefield. Her calm and indifferent voice swept across the land.
"Attack the city!"
Following her command, the rebel army surged forward like a force of nature, breaking through defenses as if they were brittle bamboo. The Great Zheng army, their spirit shattered, retreated steadily, possessing no more will to resist.
Bai Bing ignored the unfolding battle, but her eyes flickered slightly as she looked up at the high-flying clouds.
For a moment, it was as if she could see the phantom of a handsome man, a hint of a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
'Scumbag Master, it's coming soon,' she thought, a dangerous fire kindling in her heart. 'With the excess points from this reward, I'll be able to break through to the Land Immortal Realm. Aided by the opportunities in the Main God Reincarnation Game, I will become stronger… incredibly strong. I will even become immortal. By then, I will definitely imprison you. You can only be mine. For the hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of years to come, we'll enjoy every single night to the fullest~'
Bai Bing's jade-like fists clenched slightly, but as the thought lingered, the coldness in her gaze softened into something else entirely. As if recalling a fond memory, the corners of her mouth curved into a delicate, beautiful arc.
While Bai Bing was fighting perilous battles in the Main God Reincarnation Game, on the other side of reality, Shen Anyu was still sleeping soundly.
It was the next afternoon when Shen Anyu slowly stirred, his eyes gradually fluttering open.
He looked up at the ceiling—unfamiliar, yet familiar at the same time—and wondered which room he was in. He was probably still drunk. It wasn't the wine that had intoxicated him, but he himself who had become the intoxicant. Young Master Shen's mind was still a bit hazy. Feeling a warm, soft fullness in his palm, he gave it a gentle squeeze, and suddenly realized he was with He Yiyi.
Shen Anyu glanced to his side. He Yiyi's head was resting on his shoulder, her breathing deep and even in fragrant sleep. Her pure, fair face was serene and beautiful, her long eyelashes curved over her tightly closed eyes. A faint blush still lingered on her cheeks, and further down…
Waking up so early—no, it was already afternoon—to such a beautiful sight put Shen Anyu in an excellent mood.
Just then, he noticed that the heartbeat he could feel through his palm was somewhat abnormal. It seemed to be quickening.
'Heh, so she's pretending to be asleep.' A playful arc curved the corner of Shen Anyu's mouth.
Perhaps sensing his movement, He Yiyi stirred as well, but she kept her eyes shut tight, seemingly too shy to face him.
'Sleeping beauties. My favorite.' A mischievous smile spread across Shen Anyu's handsome face. He decided to continue what they had started last night, redoubling his efforts.
Another two and a half hours passed before Shen Anyu finally left the villa.
He Yiyi lifted her head from the pillow, watching through the window as Shen Anyu's sports car sped away. Her eyes seemed to be veiled with a fine mist, and her pretty face was flushed a deep crimson. She muttered to herself, "Yao Yao was right… Brother Shen really is a pervert."
Then, utterly exhausted, He Yiyi fell back into a deep sleep.
In the room next door, her good friend Zhou Luyao was in a nearly identical state.
After leaving, Shen Anyu returned to Villa No. 1 in Jinxiu Mountain Villa. Both properties were within the same residential area, so the drive only took seven or eight minutes. If he hadn't been in the sports car and had simply flown through the air instead, it would have been even faster.
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