A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 327: The Strongest Disciple of the Righteous Sects (3)

Meanwhile, far off from the battlefield's chaos.

A devastating scar of ruin extended over the terrain, resembling the path of some enormous power plowing through the soil.

’My disciple! Are you okay?’

Immortal Jiuming’s anxious voice resounded as he appeared suddenly over the debris.

The rubble abruptly moved. With a mighty shove, Wei Zhenxin climbed out from under it, appearing ragged and injured.

"Cough! Cough!"

Her formerly stunning and valiant features were now covered in grime while she spat out blood.

Yet, her own wounds didn’t appear to trouble her.

Rather, her eyes turned toward her treasured blade... the spirit weapon that had stayed with her from her early days, after her family’s massacre.

Spotting a small fracture along the edge, sorrow flooded Wei Zhenxin’s gaze, since this sword remained the sole memento from her parents.

"Once more... you’ve saved me," she whispered with deep emotion.

Without this spirit sword taking the complete force of Li Feng’s assault, she could have faced grave harm... or perished entirely.

And that came from merely one offhand blow.

A near-random strike had left her in such a pathetic condition, making her depend on the sword bequeathed by her parents merely to stay alive.

Her eyes inevitably grew darker.

Hovering overhead, Immortal Jiuming’s face turned profoundly somber.

He had witnessed the entire scene with perfect clarity.

That previous attack... no ordinary Qi Refinement cultivator could unleash such power.

’Could this be the Great World’s hidden ace...?’

Such a thought inescapably crossed his mind.

Given the immense fortune now gathering on this landmass, a prodigy’s emergence came as no shock.

However...

’That surpasses mere genius territory... it’s a freakish monster.’

A profound dread gripped Immortal Jiuming from just that one move.

He discerned plainly that the youth lingered at the 9th stage peak of Qi Refinement, yet... his physique had attained the Spirit Body level.

Even more chilling was the subtle celestial energy he detected in that youth.

Only one explanation fit... the youth either wielded a rare cultivation method or... bore a extraordinary physique.

Immortal Jiuming leaned toward the second option.

All these elements together, plus likely further mysteries concealed in the youth, convinced Immortal Jiuming that dire trouble loomed.

This issue could no longer be dismissed lightly.

As a Divine Palace Immortal with millennia of life behind him, he grasped a fundamental reality:

The world’s harmony was upheld everywhere, in line with the Great Heavenly Dao’s design.

Thus, such a monster’s rise... signaled a counter to some threat of matching scale.

’Unprecedented turmoil is bound to erupt across this continent shortly...’

Immortal Jiuming arrived at this bleak judgment while gazing at his disheartened disciple and releasing a soft sigh.

’My disciple... That youth,’ he whispered inwardly, resolving to reveal the facts, ’...lies beyond your current ability to confront.’

Wei Zhenxin’s fingers halted momentarily.

’We must abandon slaying that woman and flee this secret realm... actually, this entire continent immediately. Something profoundly odd stirs here—’

"...Master."

Wei Zhenxin cut off Immortal Jiuming’s speech as she raised her head gradually.

Her complexion remained ashen, marked by soil and blood... but her gaze blazed with a calm, unyielding fire.

"Are you saying I should flee? And allow yet another catastrophe to unfold?" Her tone rasped, quivering slightly.

Immortal Jiuming hesitated, eyeing his cherished disciple with conflicted emotions.

He recognized that unyielding spark in her eyes... mirroring the look from years past, standing amid her family’s slain bodies.

Though her young frame shook, she wouldn’t yield.

Immortal Jiuming’s mouth opened faintly, yet words delayed in coming.

For one who had endured millennia and seen myriad prodigies ascend and crumble... this instant proved tougher than any conflict he’d faced.

One route offered reason.

The alternative embodied his... disciple’s resolve.

He sensed that withdrawing now would plant a heart demon in her.

And he understood all too painfully its ruinous impact on her cultivation.

Nevertheless, he attempted a tender appeal.

’...Zhenxin,’ he uttered at last, tone gentler now, ’this isn’t fleeing. Return stronger later—’

"Too late by then!"

Wei Zhenxin gripped her damaged sword tighter while rising to her feet.

"I’ve witnessed the ruined icy realms, the Azure Moon Sect ancestors’ downfall, and a great sect’s collapse... Leaving that woman breathing means millions of blameless souls will endure agony!"

Immortal Jiuming felt a sharp pang of regret for revealing that vision to her.

He had assumed it was just a minor tribulation, yet the chaos had escalated wildly beyond his expectations.

Then Wei Zhenxin started advancing forward.

"I know I am weak. I know I am stubborn, but..."

Green lightning crackled across her frame as thunderous resolve surged in her eyes.

"But I will never run away again."

Immortal Jiuming gazed at his silly disciple for an extended moment before releasing a deep sigh.

Exactly this radiant, steadfast trait of hers... that unwavering heart... had drawn him to her and led him to accept her as his final disciple.

’...Then do as you wish,’ he murmured gently at last.

Upon hearing her master’s words, Wei Zhenxin flashed him a remorseful smile.

"I know you’re thinking about my safety, Master. I’m sorry."

Immortal Jiuming merely shook his head.

"No. You are right. Just follow what your heart desires and never waver... After all, you are my disciple."

His affirmation lit up Wei Zhenxin’s eyes with gratitude as she bowed low.

"I am thankful for your guidance, Master!"

To her, this master represented the last family she possessed in the world.

Without his presence, she couldn’t imagine her current state.

...Yet during her bow, the intricate expression in Immortal Jiuming’s eyes went unnoticed by her.

He grappled with a tough decision, but ultimately, a smile appeared on his face.

’I must be getting old. There’s no need to overthink it.’

His gaze toward Wei Zhenxin carried the warm, indulgent affection of a grandfather eyeing his granddaughter.

’...After all, it was a master’s duty to tidy up his foolish disciple’s messes.’

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In the region where the peculiar light had descended, a chilling hush now prevailed.

Not a soul dared to budge or utter a sound while fixating on the dreadful spectacle before them.

Li Feng’s hand had plunged right through Yan Moxuan’s chest, blood erupting like a gushing spring.

"No!"

Liu Yanyue cried out, rushing ahead in frantic urgency.

Li Feng knitted his brows, curious if Liu Yanyue recognized this individual.

But prior to his response, a gore-soaked hand clamped onto his arm... the exact arm still lodged inside Yan Moxuan’s chest.

Li Feng whipped his head around and discovered Yan Moxuan... grinning.