70: Sword Saint turns into a maid? That's what you call buy one get one free!

A cyan Sword Light sliced through the clouds above Wanbao City.

Lu Qingchan's chest rose and fell violently, and her stunningly beautiful face was filled with shock, suspicion, and shame.

What did she just hear?

Her Disciple, whom she treasured and placed high hopes upon, actually admitted in public that this upstart was her “husband”? And even praised his good looks?

“Nonsense!”

Lu Qingchan shouted sternly, and the pressure of a Saint King erupted without reservation.

“Yue'er, you are still young and have been misled by others!”

“This Su Xuanchen is just relying on his family's stinking wealth. What right does he have to be worthy of your Grand Beginning Sword Physique?”

She took a step, her figure moving like a sword, and instantly arrived in front of Chu Yue, reaching out to grab Chu Yue's wrist.

“Come with your Revered Master!”

“Once we return to Shenxiao Holy Land, your Revered Master will personally ask the Old Ancestor to sever this mortal bond for you!”

Chu Yue subconsciously took half a step back, hiding behind Su Xuanchen.

This single action completely ignited Lu Qingchan's fury.

“Good! This is truly excellent!”

Lu Qingchan laughed in her extreme anger, her gaze piercing Su Xuanchen like a sharp sword.

“Head of the Su Family, what excellent methods you possess.”

“I wonder what kind of bewitching potion you used to trick my Disciple into disowning her Revered Master.”

“Since Yue'er is being foolish, I, her Revered Master, will decide for her.”

“This engagement must be broken!”

“Otherwise...”

“Buzz!”

The cyan ancient sword on her back unsheathed three inches, and its chilling Sword Qi locked onto the center of Su Xuanchen's brows.

“Today, I shall tear down your Purple Heaven Palace!”

The expressions of the Su Family members drastically changed.

Lin Miao even brought out her ancient zither, ready to step forward and fight desperately.

Su Xuanchen, however, raised a hand to stop them.

He looked at the domineering female Sword Saint before him and smiled playfully.

“Tear down my home?”

“Saint King Lu, you seem to have misunderstood one thing.”

Su Xuanchen leisurely adjusted his cuff.

“Right now, it is your Disciple who is crying and begging to marry me.”

“Furthermore...”

He took a step forward, looking directly at Lu Qingchan, aggressively sizing her up.

“Ahem, the Heavens decreed it.”

“This marriage deal is buy one, get one free.”

“Since the Disciple is marrying in, the Master naturally has to stay as well.”

“Coincidentally, my home lacks a sword-holding maid.”

“I see your figure is quite good, and your cultivation is passable. You barely qualify.”

Silence.

The scene was utterly silent.

The Head of the Wang Family was so frightened he immediately knelt on the ground.

He's crazy!

The Old Ancestor has gone completely mad!

Making the Sword Saint of Shenxiao Holy Land a maid? And making it buy one, get one free?

This is throwing the face of Shenxiao Holy Land onto the ground and stepping on it!

“You court death!!!”

Lu Qingchan was completely enraged.

As a Saint King of Shenxiao Holy Land, where had she ever gone without being treated as an honored guest? When had she ever suffered such a monumental humiliation?

“Su Xuanchen! If I don't kill you today, I, Lu Qingchan, swear I am not human!”

Clang!

The cyan ancient sword fully left its sheath.

“Shenxiao Sword Art—Startling Swan!”

A thousand-zhang long cyan Sword Rainbow, carrying the momentum of world destruction, chopped down fiercely upon Su Xuanchen.

This sword strike, launched in fury, was enough to cleave mountains and rivers!

Su Xuanchen stood still, not even blinking.

“It's too noisy here.”

“It might scare my wife and child.”

“Let's fight somewhere else.”

Snap.

He snapped his fingers.

The Space Law activated.

Lu Qingchan felt a blur before her eyes, and that killing strike actually sliced through empty air.

The surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

It was no longer the bustling Wanbao City, nor were there noisy crowds.

There was only endless darkness and bone-chilling Stellar Gale.

The Outer Domain Starry Sky!

“This... this is...”

Lu Qingchan's pupils contracted as she stared in horror at the massive floating meteorites around her.

Teleportation?

Taking people and instantly crossing tens of thousands of miles to arrive in the Outer Domain Starry Sky?

What kind of method is this?!

“Saint King Lu.”

A voice sounded behind her.

Lu Qingchan spun around abruptly.

She saw Su Xuanchen standing with his hands behind his back in the Void Realm, stepping on a desolate star beneath his feet.

The Aura around him had changed.

He was no longer the image of a lazy, wealthy old man.

A terrifying pressure that made star rivers tremble and ten thousand Daos submit rose from within him.

Under this pressure, the surrounding meteorites silently turned into dust.

That was... a Great Saint!

Moreover, it was the Overlord-level Aura of one standing at the Peak Great Saint, looking down upon all living beings!

“You... you are a Great Saint?!”

Lu Qingchan's voice trembled, and the sword in her hand nearly slipped.

How is that possible?

Didn't the intelligence say he was just an upstart relying on luck?

Is this damn person an upstart?

This is clearly an Archaic Vicious Beast in sheep's clothing!

“Now that you know, it's too late.”

Su Xuanchen raised his hand, and starlight surged in his palm.

“That sword strike just now, you enjoyed cleaving it, right?”

“It is rude not to reciprocate.”

“You take a sword strike from me, too.”

Buzz!

The rusty broken sword, "seven star dragon abyss," appeared in his hand.

There were no fancy movements.

Just a simple swing.

“Starfall—Imperial Star!”

In an instant.

Lu Qingchan felt as if the entire world had vanished.

Only that incomparably brilliant starlight remained in her vision.

That was not Sword Qi.

That was a falling Imperial Star!

Impossible to resist!

Impossible to dodge!

It was a dimensional crushing, an overwhelming disparity in power!

“No!!!”

Lu Qingchan let out a desperate roar, burning all her Vital Blood Essence and pushing the Shenxiao Sword Art to its limit, attempting to block the strike.

“Crack!”

Her Body-protecting Protective Aura shattered.

Her Saint King Dharma Idol collapsed.

“Pfft—!”

Lu Qingchan flew backward like a kite with a broken string for several thousand miles, smashing heavily into a massive meteorite.

The meteorite exploded.

Lu Qingchan lay limp in the rubble, her entire skeleton shattered, spewing blood from her mouth.

She struggled to lift her head, looking at the man who was walking toward her through the air, step by step.

Her eyes were filled with terror and despair.

One sword strike.

Merely one sword strike.

She, the Flying Feather Sword Saint who shook the Sacred Ruins Continent, was defeated.

Defeated completely.

“Do you submit?”

Su Xuanchen walked up to her, looking down at her condescendingly.

That gaze was like looking at an ant that could be crushed effortlessly.

Lu Qingchan gritted her teeth, her eyes full of unwillingness.

“My skills are inferior... kill me or cut me up, do as you please!”

“Kill you?”

Su Xuanchen shook his head, crouched down, extended a finger, and lifted her blood-stained chin.

“If I kill you, who will be my maid?”

“I told you, buy one, get one free, honest dealing.”

“From today onward, your life belongs to me.”

“Your sword belongs to me too.”

After speaking.

His finger touched the center of Lu Qingchan's brows.

“Buzz!”

A complex and obscure purple-gold Talisman Seal sank into her Sea of Consciousness.

Emperor-level Restriction!

“You... what did you do to me?!”

Lu Qingchan discovered in terror that her life and death were now controlled by a single thought from the man before her.

Even her deepest thoughts of rebellion against him were being forcibly suppressed and twisted by this Restriction.

“Nothing much.”

Su Xuanchen clapped his hands and stood up.

“Just giving you a stamp, in case you get lost later.”

“Let's go, home.”

“Remember, once we return, you don't need me to teach you what to do, right?”

He waved his large sleeve.

Star Shift... Wanbao City, Purple Heaven Palace.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes.

Su Xuanchen and Lu Qingchan reappeared.

Only.

When they left, Lu Qingchan was the high and mighty Sword Saint, full of aggressive Aura.

When they returned.

She was covered in blood, her hair was messy, her face was as pale as paper, and the broken sword in her hand was dim and lusterless.

She stood behind Su Xuanchen with her head bowed, like a peacock whose feathers had been plucked.

“Revered Master?!”

Chu Yue exclaimed in surprise and tried to step forward.

“Stop.”

Su Xuanchen spoke.

Chu Yue paused her steps, daring not to move further.

Su Xuanchen turned around and looked at the silent Lu Qingchan, who was still bowing her head.

“What are you standing around for?”

“Why haven't you paid respects to the Mistress yet?”

Lu Qingchan's body trembled.

She bit her lip fiercely until she tasted blood.

Humiliation.

Monumental humiliation.

She was the Saint King of Shenxiao Holy Land, the Revered Master of Chu Yue!

Now, she actually had to bow to her own Disciple? And call her Mistress?

“What? Unwilling?”

Su Xuanchen's gaze turned cold.

The Restriction in her Sea of Consciousness immediately tightened.

“Ah!”

Lu Qingchan let out a scream, her Soul feeling as if it were being pierced by ten thousand steel needles.

Her legs went weak, and she immediately knelt on the ground.

“I... I...”

Lu Qingchan raised her head, looking at the bewildered Chu Yue, tears welling up in her eyes.

She didn't want to kneel.

But her body was beyond her control.

That was submission to power, and the mandatory compulsion of the Restriction.

“This servant... Lu Qingchan...”

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth.

“Greetings... Madam.”

Boom!

The entire audience burst into an uproar.

The eyes of the Wang Family members were practically popping out.

The Shenxiao Sword Saint, really knelt?!

She really became someone's maid?!

Chu Yue was even more flustered and rushed to help her up.

“Revered Master, don't be like this...”

“Yue'er.”

Su Xuanchen grabbed Chu Yue and pulled her into his embrace.

“These are the rules.”

“Since you've entered the Su Family gate, no matter your previous status, you must now abide by the Su Family rules.”

He glanced at Lu Qingchan, who was kneeling on the ground, and casually tossed out a Maid Uniform.

“Go, change into this.”

“From now on, you will be responsible for holding Yue'er's sword and serving tea and water.”

“If you don't serve her well...”

Su Xuanchen sneered.

“I will strip you naked and hang you at the city gate, letting everyone in the world see the elegance of the Shenxiao Sword Saint.”

Lu Qingchan looked at the clothes on the ground, filled with shame and indignation.

She, a dignified Saint King, wearing this kind of thing?

But she dared not resist.

The man's eyes told her that he was truly capable of doing it.

“Yes...”

Lu Qingchan tremblingly picked up the clothes and staggered toward the side hall.

Her retreating figure was desolate, yet revealed a heartbreaking fragility.

Lin Miao stood nearby, watching this scene, and couldn't help but gulp.

Too ruthless.

Killing the person and destroying their spirit.

However... she secretly glanced at Su Xuanchen's overbearing profile, and inexplicably felt a little excited in her heart.

Such a powerful man is truly exhilarating!

...Half an hour later.

The main hall of Purple Heaven Palace.

Su Xuanchen sat on the main seat.

Below.

Lu Qingchan had already changed into the Maid Uniform.

It must be said that a Saint King's figure was top-notch.

The tight material outlined her proud curves, her long, straight legs were faintly visible beneath the short skirt, paired with her stunning face that held a hint of humiliation.

It was simply the Peak of uniform temptation.

“Master... please drink tea.”

Lu Qingchan held the teacup, kneeling beside Su Xuanchen's feet, her voice as faint as a mosquito.

She felt her entire body burning up.

Especially Su Xuanchen's unrestrained gaze, which seemed to penetrate her clothes and see right through her.

Su Xuanchen took the tea but did not drink it.

Instead, he reached out and pinched her chin.

“You used the wrong address.”

“There is no 'Master' here.”

“Call me Young Master.”

Lu Qingchan's delicate body trembled, and a clear tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

“Yes... Young Master.”

“Good girl.”

Su Xuanchen smiled contentedly, his finger gently stroking her cheek.

“Since you've become a member of my Su Family, you must work for the Su Family.”

“I heard the Wang Family recently ran into some trouble?”

He turned his head to look at the Head of the Wang Family.

The Head of the Wang Family hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, saying:

“Reporting to Old Ancestor, it is the Blood God Cult and the White Bone Divine Cult.”

“They covet my Wang Family's Spiritual Vein and threaten to exterminate my entire Wang Family.”

“Blood God Cult? White Bone Divine Cult?”

Su Xuanchen scoffed.

“Two groups of rats from the gutter dare to jump out and cause trouble.”

He lowered his head to look at Lu Qingchan kneeling on the ground.

“Qingchan.”

“This is your first job assignment.”

“Go.”

“Exterminate these two sects for me.”

“Leave no one alive.”

Lu Qingchan looked up, her eyes full of astonishment.

Asking her to wipe out a sect?

“What? Can't do it?”

Su Xuanchen narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Aren't you known as the Flying Feather Sword Saint? Killing a few pieces of trash shouldn't be difficult, right?”

“Or do you need this Young Master to personally teach you how to kill people?”

Lu Qingchan gritted her teeth.

She understood that this was her Pledge of Allegiance.

It was also Su Xuanchen's test for her.

“This servant... obeys the command.”