Chapter 105: The Bound Beauty

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Wen Muhan’s lovely brows drew together slightly in puzzlement.

Both of her flying swords were first-grade magical treasures, yet they had failed to sever her opponent’s sword.

Indeed, in the clash of their sword lights, the spiritual nature of her own flying swords had even suffered slight damage.

In other words, the opposing sword was harder than either of hers.

In all her previous battles, victory or defeat had been decided in an instant. She had never before encountered an opponent whose cultivation, swordsmanship, and flying-sword grade were all on par with her own.

She immediately formed a sword seal. The violet and white sword lights trembled, then wheeled back.

The two sword lights intertwined into one, transforming into a dazzling, radiant blade of light that descended abruptly upon Pang Yue.

Its sword light reached from heaven to earth, as though merging with the world itself.

Its momentum was vast and boundless, and every change and turn was flawless.

The Sword Intent of the Taiqing Demon-Refining Sword seemed almost capable of tearing heaven and earth apart.

Pang Yue gave a soft laugh. Demonic radiance surged around him, and in an instant his body dispersed, transforming into thirty-three pitch-black sword lights that rushed to meet Wen Muhan’s attack.

The thirty-three swords formed a magnificent grand force, carrying supreme pressure. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth solidified, and boundless chill gathered.

Clang!

A sword cry that shook the void rang out.

In a flash, pale sword qi spread across the entire sky.

On Welcoming Immortals Mountain, light flickered, and a thin curtain of radiance rose to block the aftershocks of the sword qi.

Above the pavilions, those who had originally intended to participate in the contest all frowned at this moment.

Atop the highest pavilion on Welcoming Immortals Mountain, Le Feihuang’s eyelids twitched, his expression shifting uncertainly.

Pang Yue’s strength had far exceeded his expectations.

Wen Muhan ranked among the top three true disciples of the Taiqing Sect. Her cultivation and swordsmanship were nearly invincible among those of the same realm.

That was precisely why he had wanted to cultivate a relationship with her.

It was not merely her beauty and icy temperament that stirred a man’s desire to conquer her. More importantly, if he could become Dao companions with a swordsmanship prodigy like Wen Muhan, it would be akin to acquiring another formidable weapon.

Yet Pang Yue’s battle prowess had left him exceptionally troubled.

The plan he had previously devised to deal with Pang Yue could no longer be used.

“I’ll have to send a Golden Core cultivator against him!”

As soon as the thought arose, it swiftly occupied Le Feihuang’s mind.

“There are still several Golden Core cultivators among the great clans and independent cultivators who will give me face… Pang Yue, Pang Yue, no matter how formidable you are, can you defeat a Golden Core cultivator?”

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“You dared to rely on another’s power to humiliate me. Do not blame me for showing no mercy!”

Le Feihuang narrowed his eyes. As he watched the battle, his thoughts continued to turn.

On the battlefield, the sword light dispersed.

A golden bubble appeared, trapping Wen Muhan inside.

The white and violet sword beams were entangled by more than a dozen black sword lights and could not return to her aid for the moment.

Pang Yue appeared leisurely in midair and reached out toward Wen Muhan, making a grasping motion from afar.

A pitch-black demonic vine suddenly sprang from the void. Like a black bolt of lightning, it entered the golden bubble in an instant and coiled around Wen Muhan.

The demonic vine was no thicker than a thumb and bore strange multicolored flowers. It rapidly spread and wound around her body.

Her long, shapely legs, slender waist, full and rounded hips, supple waist, and proud, graceful bosom…

The demonic vine coiled and knotted as it spread, binding the frostlike beauty in the elaborate pattern known as a tortoiseshell bondage.

Her splendid palace robes and graceful body were bound by a slender black vine into a form both deeply humiliating and impossible to ignore.

The cultivators watching from Welcoming Immortals Mountain widened their eyes, staring transfixed.

The protective spiritual light around Wen Muhan flickered several times before extinguishing.

She could not help but utter a soft cry, her face filled with shame and anger.

It turned out that countless tiny, hairlike thorns had grown from the demonic vine, easily piercing through her protective spiritual light.

Her strongest sword technique had been broken. By all reason, the battle should have paused so that victory and defeat could be declared.

Unexpectedly, however, this demonic cultivator had employed such a bizarre method to restrain her.

What chilled her most was the intense bloodlust emanating from the vine around her body. Countless tiny barbs had pierced into her skin, and it seemed that in a single instant they could drain every drop of blood and vital essence from her.

Then a calm voice offered its judgment.

“Your swordsmanship is good, but you have too little experience in combat… If Pang were fighting you to the death, you would not survive beyond ten moves.”

Wen Muhan froze. She felt the demonic vine around her tighten further.

In a low voice, she said, “I… concede.”

Pang Yue relaxed his spiritual power and withdrew the sealing demon insects and the multicolored demonic vine.

Wen Muhan’s clothes were disordered. Frowning, she recalled her two flying swords and gave Pang Yue a long, profound look before turning into a streak of escaping light and flying away.

She did not return to Welcoming Immortals Mountain. Instead, she flew directly beyond the borders of the Chongxuan Sect.

At once, more than a dozen streaks of escaping light shot from Welcoming Immortals Mountain and pursued her into the distance.

The cultivators of the Taiqing Sect departed, leaving not a single one behind.

Standing upon the Jade Crystal Platform, Pang Yue gazed at Welcoming Immortals Mountain, momentarily at a loss for words. He then released a pitch-black sword light that tore through heaven and earth, shooting into the sky and producing a deep rumble like thunder.

Seeing this, the Golden Core grand cultivator Meng Xuan smiled faintly and called out, “Does anyone else wish to challenge him?”

The answer was silence.

Then a voice said, “I will.”

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On Welcoming Immortals Mountain, a streak of lightning had just risen when someone intercepted it.

“I’ll go first,” that person transmitted.

The two were no more than several yards apart, yet they communicated through voice transmission, clearly unwilling to let anyone hear their conversation.

Many cultivators on Welcoming Immortals Mountain had already recognized them, and their interest was immediately piqued.

The man who had first said, “I will,” was the foremost Dao Foundation cultivator of the Wu clan.

Wu Wenju!

He had once slain a Golden Core demon beast against all odds in the Eastern Sea, earning a tremendous reputation and becoming well known among the various sects.

He possessed the second-grade magical treasure known as the Celestial Thunder Pearl and had fought several battles against Shentu Hao of the True Yang Sect without either side gaining the upper hand.

The man who intercepted him was likewise extraordinary. He was a true disciple of the Chongxuan Sect, named Ni Zan.

He too was a renowned master among the Dao Foundation cultivators of the Eastern Sea, in no way inferior to Wu Wenju.

The two stood facing each other in midair, communicating through voice transmission and attracting the attention of countless cultivators.

“Since I agreed to give you the Violet Radiance Sword, there is no need for you to fight again.”

Ni Zan wore close-fitting battle armor. He was tall and powerfully built, with a mask covering his face. His crimson hair streamed in the wind, giving him a majestic and imposing air.

Wu Wenju wore a plain white scholar’s robe. His bearing was gentle as jade, and his features were mild and courteous.

Upon hearing this, he smiled and transmitted, “As a disciple of the Chongxuan Sect, is it really appropriate for you to take part in this contest personally?”

“What is inappropriate about it?” Ni Zan replied indifferently. “It is settled, then. Wait here while I take the Violet Radiance Sword for you!”

“If that is the case, then you may borrow the Celestial Thunder Pearl for the time being.”

Wu Wenju pondered for a moment before tossing an object toward him. Ni Zan caught it.

Then Ni Zan’s figure flickered, and he arrived upon the Jade Crystal Platform.

Pang Yue calmly examined this disciple of the Chongxuan Sect. At the same time, Luo Qingyuan’s voice sounded in his ear.

“Ni Zan cultivates three lineages: the Mountain-and-River Diagram, the Golden Radiance Banner, and the Southern Heavenly Gate of the Chongxuan Sect…”

“He also possesses a first-grade magical treasure bestowed by one of his elders, called the Golden Flood Dragon Shears. It is one of the Chongxuan Sect’s nine lineage treasures, and its power is formidable. You must be careful.”

The nine lineages of the Chongxuan Sect corresponded to nine magical treasures.

Among them, the Mountain-and-River Diagram was a legacy of the Primordial Spirit realm.

A solemn expression appeared on Pang Yue’s face. Ni Zan should be a figure much like He Miao of the Demon Talisman Sect.

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