Translator: Cinder Translations
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As soon as Du Tianhua saw Daoist Qingyan suddenly fly out from the formation, his eyes trembled slightly.
The intelligence sent to the Du family by Song Wen did not mention Daoist Qingyan.
Du Tianhua had always believed that the only enemy he had to face was Su Qian alone.
Seeing Daoist Qingyan appear forced him to reassess the situation. He quickly retreated, trying to create distance between himself and Daoist Qingyan.
Although he did not know Daoist Qingyan, he could sense the thick aura of profound magical power emanating from her; she was certainly not someone to be trifled with.
"Fellow Daoist, may I ask who you are? Why are you here at the Su family's location?" Du Tianhua's tone was filled with caution.
Seeing Du Tianhua retreat, thinking he was trying to escape, Daoist Qingyan smiled widely.
"Trying to run away? It's too late!"
Before her words fell, a knife with a mirror-like blade, radiating cold light, appeared in front of Daoist Qingyan.
With her slender fingers, Daoist Qingyan lightly pointed at the long knife.
In an instant, the blade surged with a fierce killing aura.
The long knife unleashed a few meters of knife light, cleaving toward Du Tianhua as if it could slice through mountains and rivers.
Facing this thunderous strike, Du Tianhua showed no hesitation and immediately activated the dark red flying sword.
The sword body circled with sharp sword qi, rushing toward the long knife like a swift spirit snake.
Even though he knew he was no match for Daoist Qingyan, in this life-and-death moment, he had no choice but to go all out.
"Clang!"
The knife and sword collided!
The flying sword was no match and flew back.
The long knife also lost much of its power, failing to pose a threat to Du Tianhua.
Daoist Qingyan formed hand seals again, causing the long knife's blade to darken and surge once more.
Du Tianhua threw out a silver small shield and turned to flee.
The silver small shield expanded to the size of a door and crashed against the long knife.
"Bang!"
The shield was directly split in half by the long knife.
Daoist Qingyan controlled the long knife and struck again toward the fleeing Du Tianhua.
Feeling the terrifying knife qi behind him, Du Tianhua silently cursed "crazy woman."
Just moments ago, his shield had been shattered; it was a medium-grade spiritual weapon, the strongest defensive artifact he possessed, yet it hadn't been able to withstand a single strike from her.
A flash of determination crossed his eyes as a chicken egg-sized white orb appeared in his hand.
He squeezed it tightly, and the orb immediately cracked open, releasing countless misty tendrils that quickly enveloped the surrounding area within a mile, turning it into a vast white expanse.
This mist was extraordinarily strange; once it covered the area, it stopped expanding.
Even the gentle breeze struggled to stir the mist.
When the long knife sliced into the white mist, a tremendous force surged, causing the mist to writhe wildly, but it did not spread outward.
Daoist Qingyan's eyes flashed with surprise as she realized she could no longer sense Du Tianhua.
"Spirit Concealing Mist!"
The Spirit Concealing Mist is a fog that can isolate spiritual perception. Within the mist's range, a cultivator's spiritual sense would be severely interfered with, making it impossible to detect anything inside.
With Du Tianhua's figure cloaked by the Spirit Concealing Mist, it meant Daoist Qingyan could no longer pinpoint his exact location, preventing her from using her knife to attack him.
Daoist Qingyan stared at the mist, pondering for a moment, but couldn't think of a good solution.
She formed hand seals once more, and the long knife's blade reappeared, striking into the mist with incredible speed.
Inside the mist, the long knife quickly disappeared, only to burst forth from the other side moments later.
The long knife turned around and struck into the mist again.
After slicing out dozens of strikes like this, Daoist Qingyan realized that aside from the knife's aura causing the mist to slightly disperse, she had made no significant progress.
To truly disperse the mist, she would need to cut through thousands of times.
Raising her hand, she called the long knife back into her grasp.
Those with great skills have bold hearts.
Daoist Qingyan stepped into the Spirit Concealing Mist, holding her long knife.
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The battle between Daoist Qingyan and Du Tianhua attracted the attention of both sides on Qingping Mountain.
Du Ruoyun's face turned somewhat grim as she shouted loudly.
"All Du family cultivators, immediately distance yourselves from Qingping Mountain!"
The Du family cultivators scattered across Qingping Mountain, hearing her command, wasted no time and quickly avoided Daoist Qingyan's position, fleeing into the distance.
Meanwhile, the Su family, who had been hiding inside the protective mountain array and dared not show their heads, all looked pleased.
Su Anqing hurriedly shouted, "Open the array!"
A moment later, the earthen protective array closed.
Su Anqing led over a dozen foundation-building cultivators from the Su family toward Du Ruoyun.
To capture the thief, first capture the king.
Du Ruoyun was the foremost foundation-building cultivator of the Du family and also the family head; capturing her would maximize the blow to the Du family.
Du Ruoyun was not alone; besides the four Su family cultivators who had chosen to flee in different directions, the other ten Du family cultivators gathered around her.
With her clansmen, she quickly escaped.
Two Du family cultivators, who were slower to escape, were caught up by Su Anqing, the fastest among the Su family's escape techniques, and were killed on the spot.
Du Ruoyun wished to save them, but with the Su family being numerous and powerful, she was helpless, only able to watch as two of her clansmen were slain.
After pursuing for several dozen meters, worried that more changes might occur on Qingping Mountain, Su Anqing had to abandon the chase and return to Qingping Mountain.
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After Daoist Qingyan entered the Spirit Concealing Mist, the surroundings were vast and unclear, and her spiritual sense was severely suppressed, allowing her to only detect movements within a radius of ten meters.
Suddenly, the mist in front surged violently, and Daoist Qingyan swung her knife, cutting through the roiling mist.
A ten-foot-long blade aura surged forth, slicing into the swirling mist.
However, the blade aura did not hit anything.
Abruptly, the mist behind her began to swirl again.
Daoist Qingyan turned around and unleashed another ten-foot-long blade aura, but similarly, it struck nothing.
The mist swirled from below, above, and on the left... all directions stirred with activity.
After continuously unleashing dozens of blade auras, Daoist Qingyan gradually sensed something was amiss.
The opponent clearly had a way to ascertain her position within the Spirit Concealing Mist, while she, on the other hand, could not locate Du Tianhua's whereabouts.
Staying in the Spirit Concealing Mist was extremely disadvantageous for her.
She activated her body technique and flew straight ahead, wanting to escape the mist as quickly as possible.
Just then, the mist to her left surged violently once more.
Daoist Qingyan did not pay much attention, casually unleashing a blade aura, but her speed remained steady as she continued flying forward.
However, this time, it was not just a bluff.
A dark red flying sword cut through the mist, grazing Daoist Qingyan's blade aura and slicing toward her left shoulder.
Daoist Qingyan's eyes widened in shock, realizing that it was not good!
She hurriedly turned to the side, swinging her long knife to intercept the flying sword.
In her haste, Daoist Qingyan, slightly careless, did not exert much power.
"Clang!"
The sword and knife collided!
Daoist Qingyan was forced back repeatedly, nearly losing her grip on her long knife.
The sword aura that erupted from the sword struck her right hand, instantly turning it into a bloody mess.
Daoist Qingyan quickly activated the magical power within her body to dissipate the remaining sword qi raging through her right hand.
Seeing the wound on her right forearm, where the bone was visible, Daoist Qingyan felt fear rising within her. Not daring to stay any longer, she hurriedly channeled all her power and flew rapidly toward the outside of the mist.
(End of the Chapter)
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