A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 319: Reunion.

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Previously on A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World...
Li Feng and Shui Ruo detected strange spiritual qi turmoil and a falling light encircled by a majestic phoenix, rushing toward it amid suspicions of emerging opportunities and conflicts. They paused to free and heal the chained, injured Tie Shan from a battle site, shocking both him and Shui Ruo with Li Feng's Spirit Body Realm physique. Meanwhile, righteous and demonic disciples stalemated tensely around the light, until a demonic invisible sword targeted Liu Yanyue.

The sudden assault startled Jian Ruyi, yet she responded in a flash, unsheathing her sword and striking at the hidden blade.

Steel clashed against steel, sparks erupting while a fierce wind exploded outward as Jian Ruyi successfully parried the blow.

Instead of feeling relieved, fury ignited on her face as she whirled toward Liu Yanyue.

"What are you doing?!" she bellowed at Liu Yanyue, who remained rooted in place, frozen like she'd encountered a specter.

Jian Ruyi’s face grew stormy at the scene.

A cultivator of Liu Yanyue’s caliber ought to have deflected that strike with ease, since it resembled more of a casual probe than a lethal assault.

Yet Liu Yanyue appeared utterly deaf to her call.

Gradually, her head swiveled toward the origin of the attack.

"Senior brother...?" she whispered, her tone quivering with shock.

From afar, Yan Moxuan advanced, a radiant grin blooming on his features.

This marked perhaps the inaugural instance of such a genuine, joyful smile from him since his arrival.

"Haha! Junior sister hasn’t forgotten this worthless senior brother of hers!"

His eyes rimmed with red, aflame with sentiment, as he gave a light clap.

"Word has it you’ve risen as the top outer sect disciple? Congratulations are in order... you’re now nearer to fulfilling your aspiration."

Liu Yanyue stayed mute, her thoughts churning wildly in chaos.

After what seemed an eternity, her voice emerged softly,

"You’re still alive..."

"Oh? Not just surviving... but far mightier now!"

Yan Moxuan burst into laughter, then unleashed a piercing crimson aura that throbbed around his form.

Liu Yanyue’s face paled further upon detecting the demonic qi laced within it.

"...You’ve turned into a demonic cultivator?"

Yan Moxuan scoffed.

"Demonic? All paths strike me as equal... mere footholds on my road to power."

He surveyed the area with contempt before fixing his gaze back on her.

Extending his hand, his features softened into a warm smile.

"Shall we seek a secluded spot to catch up?"

Liu Yanyue went quiet.

Questions flooded her mind... strangely, though, an urge welled up to grasp that hand—the one belonging to her benevolent senior brother—and demand answers.

But suddenly—

"Ignore that scum’s nonsense!"

Jian Ruyi yelled, materializing before Yan Moxuan in an instant, her sword already arcing toward his torso.

A brilliant silver crescent sliced through the atmosphere.

Explosive sparks flew as her sword froze midway, halted by an imperceptible shield.

"Oh?" Yan Moxuan offered her a subtle smile. "You’re still kicking, little one."

His stare chilled, laced with derision in his tone.

"Looks like you’re eager to squander that fresh lease on life once more... such folly."

Jian Ruyi kept her visage frosty.

Refraining from further talk, she unleashed a torrent of slashes.

Every blow met an invisible wall, igniting sparks while surges of keen sword intent ripped the air like phantom razors.

To onlookers from afar, the spectacle seemed uncanny... Jian Ruyi appeared to assault and evade solo, executing a lethal sword performance, all while Yan Moxuan stood motionless.

No nearby disciples ventured near that ethereal blade tempest.

The immense pressure warned that any approach would result in instant dismemberment.

Jian Ruyi’s eyes sharpened.

Each assault got repelled... obstructed by some intangible power warping the atmosphere encircling him.

She’d clashed with him before... and understood his vexing nature all too well.

"Tch...!"

She retreated with a skid, the earth underfoot splintering from her exerted might.

At last, Yan Moxuan cocked his head, a sly, entertained smirk playing on his lips.

"All done?"

His tone was gentle... tinged with letdown.

Jian Ruyi clenched her sword hilt harder.

Trailing her, Liu Yanyue hadn’t budged an inch.

"Liu Yanyue!" Jian Ruyi barked, her command icy and piercing. "Snap out of it! That’s not your senior brother anymore!"

Yan Moxuan chuckled softly at her outburst.

"That thing?"

A deep guffaw escaped him as he shook his head, bemused by childish folly.

"Yet you fell so miserably to that thing... forgotten already?"

Abruptly—

His presence erupted, eyes ablaze with sinister glow.

"...Or must I refresh your memory once more?"

A profound scarlet energy exploded forth, dense with demonic qi, bearing down like an asphyxiating deluge.

The atmosphere thickened... became stifling.

Even the soil beneath trembled faintly.

The encircling throng gulped anxiously amid the overwhelming force.

Yue Lan and her companions scowled, poised to intervene and aid Jian Ruyi.

Yet then—

From beneath Yue Lan’s feet, chains erupted from the earth, surging skyward in a bid to ensnare her.

Yet Yue Lan stayed perfectly calm.

One swing of her sword unleashed a freezing surge of cold qi, instantly icing the chains while they hung in the air.

"Haha, we meet again, oh beautiful fairy!"

A laid-back voice rang out from nearby as yet another striking demonic disciple approached, radiating the same formidable aura.

Yue Lan’s brow furrowed at the sight of Ye Mo still alive.

’Strange... didn’t Li Feng say he had already killed him?’

She was sure Li Feng had no motive to deceive her.

And yet... this fellow had cheated death not just once, but twice... slain by her and by Li Feng.

Some special technique had to be behind it.

Coldness sharpened in Yue Lan’s eyes.

"Then I’ll just kill him again..."

No way would she buy that any heaven-defying technique could go on forever.

Surely, it had boundaries.

Spotting Yue Lan under threat, Ning Jianli and the rest yanked out their swords at once, poised to rush in—

But suddenly, a talisman rocketed upward, flaring bright as it climbed before shattering into a barrage of fireballs.

Catching sight of it, Ning Jianli bellowed.

"Dodge!"

The righteous disciples scattered in all directions, triggering their movement techniques.

Roaring flames swallowed the battlefield amid a relentless downpour of blasts.

"Hahaha~! Finally! I was starting to doubt myself, but it seems... I’m still amazing!"