73: Chapter 73 True Strength

"No, from now on you can only call me Qingluan!" Qingluan said, her face slightly flushed as she reservedly shook her little head.

The interaction between the two was heard clearly by Martial Nephew Duan Lang, who was standing nearby, and his eyes were practically bulging out with jealousy.

"Bastard, Ye Xuan, you damned Pretty Boy, you're actually flirting with Junior Martial Uncle Ye Xuan."

Martial Nephew Duan Lang was so angry his teeth were about to shatter. He desperately wanted to rush up and kill Ye Xuan with a single sword strike right now. This scene had caused him to completely lose his reason: "Ye Xuan, give Little Moon back to me immediately!"

"Little Moon, did you see that? He's not even willing to pretend anymore."

Ye Xuan was overjoyed inside. There was actually such a fool; it was simply like delivering benefits right to his doorstep.

"Hmph, Martial Nephew Duan Lang, you are not allowed to be rude to Senior Brother!"

Although Qingluan had absolutely no cultivation, she still plucked up her courage and scolded Martial Nephew Duan Lang, who was exuding Earth Profound Realm cultivation, with her cold, crescent-shaped eyes.

"Junior Martial Uncle Ye Xuan, how can you call him Senior Brother? Does he even deserve it? Let me take you back to Sword Immortal Peak instead."

Martial Nephew Duan Lang's gaze softened slightly, then he looked at Ye Xuan with a slightly cold and stern look: "Junior Brother, wouldn't you agree?"

Ye Xuan, who only had Spirit Profound Realm cultivation, stood like a lonely boat amidst the powerful Earth Profound Realm aura of a Holy Land disciple. His whole body was trembling incessantly, and he could barely even stand steadily.

In an instant, Qingluan was thrown from his back, but Ye Xuan immediately caught her in a bridal carry and extended his left foot, tripping Martial Nephew Duan Lang, who was trying to steal his home. "Martial Nephew Duan Lang, why do you like the ground so much!"

Of course, this was all an act by Ye Xuan. Even if it were a peak Earth Profound Realm, let alone a half-step Heaven Profound Realm, no one could make him retreat even half a step today.

"Wuu... Senior Brother, you grabbed that part of me..." Qingluan's body went limp, and she leaned completely into Ye Xuan's embrace. Her red lips parted slightly, and she dared not look at Ye Xuan's peerless face; a trace of crimson actually appeared on her delicate, pretty face.

"My apologies, it was necessary, Little Junior Sister."

Ye Xuan smirked, then carried Little Moon back onto his back. This time, Little Moon's body wasn't as stiff, and she leaned on him even more heavily.

Just like that, Little Moon's favorability towards Ye Xuan actually broke through eighty; what a pleasant surprise.

"You!"

Seeing this, Martial Nephew Duan Lang, who was sprawled on the ground, was nearly fuming to death. He had originally planned to wait until Ye Xuan couldn't hold on anymore, then use his powerful cultivation to snatch Junior Martial Uncle Ye Xuan away directly, so that he could hold her in a legitimate way.

Now, things were different; he had tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used to lure it!

"Ye Xuan, you actually dare to lay a hand on me? You mere inner sect disciple, who gave you the dog's guts to do so?"

Martial Nephew Duan Lang did not want to endure it any longer. The jealousy in his heart drove him to immediately kill Ye Xuan right here. He climbed up from the ground, erupted with Earth Profound Realm aura, and instantly locked onto Ye Xuan, intending to suppress him with thunderous means. "Ye Xuan, you have committed insubordination. Today I will kill you, and then confess my crimes to the elders later!"

This scene caused Qingluan on Ye Xuan's back to lose her previous composure. Fear arose in her heart, and she wrapped her hands tightly around Ye Xuan's neck, burying her head against his back.

"Don't be afraid, Little Junior Sister. Since he is going to violate Holy Land regulations to attack me, am I allowed to resist?"

Ye Xuan's expression was calm. He gently patted Little Moon's little head and, ignoring her dazed expression, said gently.

"Hahaha, the world is truly full of wonders. A tiny brat who has just entered the Spirit Profound Realm actually wants to resist me?"

Martial Nephew Duan Lang, standing to the side, threw his head back and laughed loudly, no longer hiding the madness in his heart. He slashed out with a powerful sword strike, "Go to hell!"

The Sword Intent whistled away, stirring up a wave of Mystic Power, and the surrounding Sword Intent was actually drawn to slash towards Ye Xuan.

Martial Nephew Duan Lang's sword strike arrived in front of Ye Xuan in an instant, but who would have known that the latter would reveal an eerie smile and pull out an unremarkable silver longsword, blocking this strike.

"Want to kill me? You can't do it right now!"

Martial Nephew Duan Lang's expression changed drastically. A hint of shock flashed in his eyes as he looked at the confident youth before him with an expression of disbelief. "You, that's impossible!"

"Evil Soul, activate!" Ye Xuan grinned, his Heavenly Thunder Mystic Power surging. He slashed out with a terrifying speed that was fast to the extreme, saying coldly: "Mystic Skill — Moon-Grabbing Star-Falling!"

The sword energy was like silk, streaking across the void like a meteor. It was full of oppressive force, sharp and unstoppable, leaving one with no time to dodge.

Martial Nephew Duan Lang could only forcibly take the blow, his figure was blasted away for dozens of meters, and he spat out a mist of blood, "Pfft —"

"You... how could you have this kind of strength? Impossible!" Martial Nephew Duan Lang was severely injured and had lost all combat ability, looking at Ye Xuan with terrified eyes.

"Eh heh?" Little Moon on Ye Xuan's back discovered that the terrifying feeling of oppression was gone, so she carefully lifted her little head from behind his back. There was a hint of astonishment in her beautiful eyes, and she said dizzily: "Wow, Senior Brother, you are truly amazing!"

Qingluan hadn't expected that Ye Xuan, who had just appeared weak, would suddenly become so domineering, giving her an inexplicable feeling in her heart.

"Little Moon, do you think if Senior Brother kills him now, will I be punished?" Ye Xuan asked again, "Self-defense shouldn't violate the regulations, right?"

"Wuu... I don't know either. Qingluan has never killed anyone, but killing must be bad, right..." Qingluan said in a daze with an uncertain expression.

"Little Moon, didn't you see it just now? This guy really wanted to kill me. That sword strike held nothing back. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I'm afraid I would have really fallen for his trick today, and the one lying on the ground would definitely be me." Ye Xuan feigned sadness: "Little Moon, could you really bear to see that?"

"No, Little Moon cannot bear it!"

"Senior Brother, kill him. Qingluan will close her eyes, so I won't see it."

Thinking that Senior Brother might be punished, tears were about to stream from Qingluan's eyes. She closed her eyes, unable to bear it, and grabbed Ye Xuan's neck tightly with her delicate hands, whispering: "Senior Brother, I know the Holy Master sister. I will ask her not to punish you, and my master will definitely protect you too."

"Good, with those words from Little Moon, I am relieved."

Ye Xuan just found such words from Little Moon to be incredibly cute. The look he gave Martial Nephew Duan Lang was full of killing intent; in just this short while, his favorability had dropped to negative one hundred.

"Go to hell!"

Ye Xuan took out the Moon Splendor sword that Qingluan had given him, stroked the blade lightly, hummed softly, and suddenly swung his sword.

"Mystic Skill — Ice Sealing Ten Thousand Miles!"

The sword energy was fast as lightning. The Heavenly Thunder Sword Intent, accompanied by a touch of icy coldness, shattered the void with a roar, arriving in front of Martial Nephew Duan Lang in nearly an instant.

"Damn it, damn it!"

Martial Nephew Duan Lang fearfully took out a Grade 4 Profound Underworld Talisman from his spirit ring. He channeled all the Mystic Power within his body, sending it into the Grade 4 Profound Underworld Talisman, which instantly transformed into a dark green Black Tortoise great shield, protecting him inside.

The Sword Intent, capable of severing everything, carried with it a chill, instantly turning the Profound Underworld Talisman into an ice sculpture, and the Sword Intent continuously attacked this turtle shield.

"Boom —"

Deafening sounds rang out immediately.

Heavenly Thunder is worthy of being a sacred object of the righteous path; when facing evil things, it naturally possesses the ability to purify them. The Black Tortoise shield formed by the Grade 4 Profound Underworld Talisman actually began to show tiny cracks.

"Whew... it was finally blocked." Martial Nephew Duan Lang roared loudly in great terror: "Damn it, why hasn't the Old Ancestor come yet? Once I survive this disaster, I will definitely tear this brat into ten thousand pieces!"