CHAPTER 427
The Ant Realm
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At this moment, Dongfang Jue hadn't prepared an acceptance speech—this wasn't some smooth path to glory.
He wouldn't pop champagne mid-battle. Until he was certain the enemy had lost all ability to resist, Dongfang Jue wouldn't lower his guard.
"Binding Celestial Rope!"
Though identical to Elder Yulan's, hers was a pink Valentine's Day limited edition. Along with the matching limited-edition handcuffs and blindfold, they were carefully stored in her personal Jade Pendant. Despite frequent use, they were always kept well-preserved.
The one Dongfang Jue summoned here was the standard version stored in the Moon-Winding Pavilion.
Even so, the standard version proved more than sufficient.
After binding the Phantom Mountain Half-Immortal tightly, Dongfang Jue didn't forget to weaken the creature's combat strength—after all, it had dared to mock her!
The Godslayer Spear was drawn and thrust with brutal force!
One thrust seemed insufficient to vent her anger, so she delivered another…
Only when the creature's breath grew faint did Dongfang Jue finally lift it up. With a mighty swing of her spear from a distance, she flung the Phantom Mountain Half-Immortal before the crowd.
Upon her return, Dongfang Jue said nothing. She found a spot beside Su Cheng, stood at his side, and leaned her head close to his ear…
Su Cheng understood perfectly well. These disciples, like Su Lin, were all childish fellows.
With an indulgent expression, he ruffled Dongfang Jue's hair before speaking.
"You did well, Jue'er. However, you need to practice smoother transitions when switching magical artifacts. Next time you get a chance like this, try it again."
"That fellow's cultivation is too low. If it had been someone stronger, when you switched to the Demon-Subduing Array, they might have closed the distance, wouldn't they?"
"Jue'er will heed the Master's guidance."
Su Cheng smiled. "There was no teaching involved. It's enough that you understand. I merely observed and offered my thoughts."
After instructing his third direct disciple, Su Cheng intended to have a chat with this Phantom Mountain Half-Immortal.
"You seem to be waiting for me to speak?"
"You bitch! Even if you kill me, I'll still…"
The Phantom Mountain Half-Immortal didn't even glance at Su Cheng, his eyes fixed on Dongfang Jue with pure venom!
Su Cheng merely sneered coldly. Before the Phantom Mountain Half-Immortal could finish his threat, Su Cheng casually drew the three-foot Red Dust Sword from Su Muchan's waist. With a single thrust, the blade pierced through the Phantom Mountain Half-Immortal, driving straight into the earth…
"It doesn't matter. The dead are…"
Before he could finish, tremors began to ripple from the spot where Su Cheng had swung his sword…
Before Su Muchan could speak, the earth beneath their feet instantly ripped open a massive fissure along the path of Su Cheng's sword strike!
The fissure stretched for tens of miles, splitting the entire Phantom Mountain in two…
Dongfang Jue had just saved Phantom Mountain from the Demon-Sealing Stele, but due to Su Cheng's unintentional strike, it was still lost.
"Ugh… this isn't my fault. I held back considerably…"
"This is all that brat's fault! How dare he speak disrespectfully to my disciple!"
The demonic powerhouse and Guo Ce were speechless, while the master's wife was utterly despairing—this was the second time today she'd wet herself…
"It's okay, Master. Jue'er still thinks Lingxian Mountain is more beautiful."
It didn't take long. With the combined boost of their dual divine senses, Dongfang Jue quickly located his master's treasure.
The so-called Void Blueprint was merely a black brick resembling a tablet computer.
Its material resembled glass or marble, cool and smooth to the touch. Though called a map, it was pitch black with no images.
Over at Su Cheng's place, he was just chatting idly with Su Muchan when he saw Dongfang Jue flying over from afar, holding the Void Anchor Point.
"Master, is this it? Black, shaped like a stone tablet? The size matches what you described."
"Exactly! Jue'er has grown up. You've been a tremendous help to your master this time!"
Su Cheng ran over with exaggerated enthusiasm—it wasn't often he broke into a jog, but this was one of those times.
Dongfang Jue, however, showed no hesitation. Now that his master's task was complete, he promptly asked for his reward.
"Master, I helped you out. Is there a reward?"
Truthfully, Dongfang Jue didn't care much. A verbal compliment would suffice—she didn't really want anything.
If she had to choose, it might be to sleep with her master, just like Second Senior Sister did.
Even if she did nothing, just holding her master and sleeping beside him would be a reward straight out of a dream!
Even the eldest sister would die of envy!
"Yes. How about I show you how to use this magical artifact?"
Dongfang Jue thought to herself, Is Master about to show her the world?
After all, even a先天至宝 (innate treasure) meant nothing to the Master, who gave it away without a second thought.
What kind of artifact could possibly capture her master's attention like this?
Dongfang Jue nodded frantically as Su Muchan edged closer. She reasoned that since Grandmaster Su hadn't shooed her away, perhaps she could catch a glimpse too?
"Yes, yes!"
With that, Su Cheng led the two of them out on his sword, leaving Guo Ce and the others standing there dumbfounded.
Only after the trio had soared far into the distance did Guo Ce finally speak.
"They… they're gone?"
"They're gone…" The master's wife wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and adjusted the small robe that had slipped off her shoulder…
"Someone's coming!" The demonic powerhouse had just exhaled in relief, preparing to hastily depart this trouble-ridden place, when he sensed someone hurtling toward them at high speed!
None other than Su Muchan, who had just departed with Su Cheng.
Without a word, she struck first, her sword piercing Guo Ce's body. Immediately, the Four Swords of Red Dust unfolded, delivering a series of strikes that ended Guo Ce's life completely!
She then floated in the air, brushing the blood from her blade, and turned her gaze toward Qiao Qier.
"Miss! Fairy! Didn't Immortal Su say he'd spare us? Why are you doing this, Miss?"
Su Muchan snorted coldly, looking at her as if she were mere dirt.
"My master said to spare you, but I never said that, did I?"
The demonic powerhouse stared in disbelief. "Immortal Su said he wouldn't kill us! How dare you defy his words? Don't you fear his retribution?"
Su Muchan floated in the sky, her cold laughter echoing. "Accountability? In my master's eyes, you're nothing but a fart!"
"Even if the entire world were wiped out, my master would still eat and drink as usual. Don't think you're so important!"
"Besides, I always plan meticulously. I doubt my master would ever find out."
The demonic powerhouse was stunned. This Su Muchan, so obedient on the surface, was secretly…
"Besides, are you out of your mind? Even if the Master did find out, how could he possibly reprimand his disciple over a few ants?"
With that, Su Muchan leapt forward, her long sword striking straight at the demonic powerhouse.
The demonic powerhouse had already been severely wounded in the earlier battle and couldn't move quickly!
Having already been defeated by Su Muchan before, how could he possibly resist now that he was wounded? He instinctively tried to flee, but was brutally pierced by a sword and crashed heavily to the ground!
"Answer me! Am I not handsome?"
Pfft. One thrust in, one thrust out…
"I asked you a question! Am I not beautiful?"
Pfft, another thrust in, then out…
"Is my beauty inferior to that of Dongfang Jue?"
"Huh? Answer me!"
"Speak!"
"Speak!"
As if venting her pent-up frustration, Su Muchan struck blow after blow, each strike landing with brutal force!
As if mincing meat, Su Muchan continued to ask while slashing.
Whether that demonic powerhouse truly believed Su Muchan was less beautiful than Dongfang Jue or not, he endured over thirty strikes without uttering a single sound!
Only when the demonic powerhouse dissolved into a pile of minced flesh did Su Muchan's strokes lose their sharpness, and she finally stopped…
"Qiao Qi'er, who's prettier—me or Dongfang Jue?"
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