Chapter Twenty-Eight: Jade-Cold Fairy Xiao Traps the Vicious Flood Dragon

Knowing that the opponent would spare no effort this time, Ling Yan, aware that Bai Mu’s current understanding of swordsmanship was nearly nonexistent, realized that relying solely on his cultivation would hardly give him the upper hand. She immediately raised her voice and laughed heartily, saying, “Sword Immortal Xuan Yuan, I have just witnessed your remarkable swordsmanship—your ability to unleash twelve swords in a single breath is truly admirable. Allow me now to experience your immortal grace, shall we?”

“You can both come at me if you wish,” Xuan Yuan replied, his expression unchanged, and his spiritual sense locked onto the two in an instant.

No, no, no.

Ling Yan quickly waved her hand with a charming smile. “It’s more than enough for just me to face you. If both of us join forces, you’d be dead in Da Yong within five moves, and outsiders would surely blame your self-destructive behavior on us—that would be impossible to explain!”

Insolent brat!

When the exquisite girl clad in green gauze before him declared her intent to challenge him, Xuan Yuan remained calm. But when she boldly claimed she would end his life within five moves, it struck a nerve—like touching the dragon’s inverse scale.

Especially since the girl seemed no older than sixteen or seventeen. Such brazen words from one so young could not help but enrage him.

He ceased all verbal sparring, tossed his massive sword into the air, and watched as it circled above his head, then transformed into a fierce, snarling evil flood dragon, rushing at Ling Yan with lightning speed.

Hmm.

Ling Yan’s lips curled into a beautiful arc. She waved her Jade Chill Flute unhurriedly, unleashing thousands of icy currents that erupted forth, transforming into countless overlapping flute shadows that intercepted the descending evil dragon midair.

The flute shadows then circled the dragon, arranging themselves into the positions of the innate Eight Trigrams, forming an intangible barrier that trapped the dragon within.

This formation was similar to the one used days earlier against the Dream Mo, but today’s array seemed even stronger, for the biting wind was so cold that Bai Mu, standing nearby, felt his face stinging—a clear sign that Xuan Yuan had truly provoked Ling Yan’s wrath.

Surrounded by layers of flute shadows, the evil dragon went berserk, crashing around within the array. Unfortunately, no matter how it charged about, it could not escape; every time it touched a flute shadow, it was struck and injured by the myriad shadows.

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After several reckless collisions, the dragon’s scales were slashed open in many places, its limbs bloodied, presenting a pitiful sight.

Yet, it showed intelligence; after suffering repeated wounds, it quickly ceased its attacks, instead maneuvering within the array to avoid the pressure of the flute shadows.

Although it would not escape anytime soon, this tactic at least lessened the array’s harm.

“You witch! What sorcery did you use to trap my Heaven-Slaying Flood Dragon?” Sword Immortal Xuan Yuan shouted angrily from where he stood.

“Who are you calling a witch?” Ling Yan’s eyes flashed with indignation as she retorted, “For someone who calls himself a sword immortal, you certainly have no manners, always insulting others. Today I’ll teach you a lesson!”

With that, she shook her Jade Chill Flute again, quietly reciting, “Jade Chill Divine Flute, capable of freezing gods and demons, extinguishing all things; now I invoke its power to subdue evil—go!”

Upon finishing her chant, the flute once more unleashed thousands of sword-qi formed from flute shadows, shooting forth at an invisible speed, carrying a chilling aura as they struck directly at Sword Immortal Xuan Yuan’s face.

Though Xuan Yuan was not particularly powerful—among the strong cultivators of the Wildlands, he was at best a second-rate immortal—compared to Ling Yan and Bai Mu, both scions of divine lineage, he was clearly outmatched.

Still, his ability to transform his heavy sword into a flood dragon showed impressive cultivation. Being titled a sword immortal implied he was a master in his own right.

So, when Ling Yan’s thousand sword-qi shadows surged toward him, Xuan Yuan quickly grabbed his disciple, stomped his feet, and soared skyward like a yellow crane, disappearing in an instant.

Trying to escape?

Ling Yan watched their retreating figures and smiled, angling her Jade Chill Flute toward the sky. The sword-qi, as if endowed with eyes, made a sharp one-hundred-eighty-degree turn, chasing after Xuan Yuan’s fleeing silhouette under Bai Mu’s gaze.

Heavens!

Bai Mu couldn’t help but exclaim, “The sword-qi from your flute not only carries an intense cold, but can even turn midair—truly a marvel of creation!”

“This is nothing,”

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Ling Yan pursed her lips, gazing at the shimmering Jade Chill Flute in her hand with pride. “It’s just a little trick. In time, you’ll witness much more from this flute!”

“So if the flute is this powerful, is it an artifact?” Bai Mu scratched his head, bewildered.

“We’ll discuss that later,” Ling Yan suddenly grew serious, her smile fading as she analyzed calmly, “We are likely caught in a conspiracy. If we handle this poorly, we could be doomed beyond redemption!”

“What kind of conspiracy?” Bai Mu asked, confused, though an uneasy feeling began to grow within him.

He couldn’t yet grasp the full details, but from the way the red-clad youth had pointed them out so adamantly today, it was clear there was some hidden misunderstanding—perhaps someone had indeed impersonated them and slaughtered the Da Yong gathering!

“Forget it, it’s too soon to discuss this. If it’s fate, so be it; if it’s disaster, we cannot escape. Let’s focus on how to deal with this stubborn Sword Immortal Xuan Yuan!”

Ling Yan spoke as she looked up, studying Xuan Yuan and his disciple chased through the sky by sword-qi, her eyes bright and spirited—a clear sign of her combative nature.

But Bai Mu wasn’t particularly concerned about the outcome, nor did he care whether Xuan Yuan could escape the Jade Chill Flute’s pursuit. For him, being able to gaze up close at Ling Yan’s flawless, jade-like forehead and exquisite face was already a pleasure.

“What are you looking at?”

At some point, Ling Yan had lowered her head, casting a mysterious glance at Bai Mu.

I…

“I wasn’t doing anything, just… saw a bead of sweat on your face…”

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