Chen Ping's Sword

"Another expert skilled in Opening the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, and has learned the Profound Frost Swordsmanship. I suppose you aren’t an unknown figure in the Extreme Yin Sect, so why come here to seek death?"

Ji Mingyue simply stood there, watching the flickering sword light and cold electricity like frost before her. It seemed as though she hadn’t moved—the thin sword stabbed back and forth, slicing through the air like ripping fine silk, yet it couldn’t touch her.

"What kind of body technique is this?"

Moxiang thrust over ten swords, thinking that even if Junior Martial Uncle Gu would’ve reprimanded her later, she should first injure this Little Commandery Princess and then subdue her, demonstrating eighteen different poses.

She and Ziyan, both from the Extreme Yin Sect, were among the eighteen true disciples, even qualified to be candidates for the Saintess. Although in some respects, she couldn’t compare to the commandery princess’ status of the Prince’s Mansion, she was still not someone to be humiliated easily.

Even if she acted a bit out of line, King Jinghai wouldn’t reprimand too much.

Therefore, seeing Ziyan suddenly killed by a swift stroke, Moxiang hadn’t thought of holding back—as a disciple of Extreme Yin Sect, one of the Seven Demon Sects, she hadn’t learned to hold back, only thinking of severing the opponent’s meridians first, crippling their martial arts before speaking of anything else.

However, she applied her best skill, the Profound Frost Sword, one of the three ultimate sword techniques of the Extreme Yin Sect, thrusting over ten swords, but couldn’t even touch a single strand of hair of the other.

In fact, she hadn’t even grazed her clothes.

How was this possible?

"It’s not a body technique, it’s a heart technique, Void Reflection, Bright Moon in the Sky. This is the Mirror Flower Water Moon Technique; your eyes have deceived your heart."

The Little Commandery Princess Mingyue honestly told Moxiang the secret of her move and then slowly raised her sword, thrusting forward.

"Plop..."

A sound like a water jug exploding echoed in the air, silver light flashed, and the dense, mesh-like dark blue Sword Net cracked like a mirror, smashing apart. A cold light hit Moxiang’s forehead, and a bead of blood suddenly emerged...

A line of blood shot out like a needle from the back of her head.

Her head leaned backward, eyes staring straight, falling stiffly to the ground, hitting the hardwood floor with a thud.

"I don’t want to kill, but Seventh Brother said that in times of crisis, there must be no restraint."

Ji Mingyue wore a bitter expression, tilting her head, not daring to look at the two ’maids’ who had died unwillingly, hurriedly picking up a few jade beads and a pile of gold leaves from her dressing table, placing them in an incense bag, didn’t walk out the door, opened the window and leaped.

As her figure rose mid-air, refraction from the sunset glow created faint light waves around her, making it blurry and indistinct.

In the eyes of others, the Little Commandery Princess Mingyue resembled a wisp of clean breeze, sweeping through the rear court, over the front courtyard, about to escape the Prince’s Mansion.

"Go find Seventh Brother, tell him that the matter of marriage is all not of one’s own volition... Also, the Extreme Yin Sect is plotting secretly, and the Wind and Cloud Pavilion along with the Celestial Witchcraft Sect have begun cooperating; the situation is very perilous, need to be extra careful."

Mingyue thought this in her heart, her figure transformed rapidly, running the Celestial Heart Bright Moon Heart Technique to its full extent, wishing she could grow wings to fly away from this place, far from the military camp.

Since parting ways with Chen Ping, she had discovered that her cultivation of the Celestial Heart Bright Moon Sword had, for some reason, perfectly matched her constitution and spirit.

The speed of progressing was so swift, even she herself felt a slight fear.

Not only was the progress of her sword technique fast, but her Qi Refining Cultivation broke through checkpoints in mere days, the Twelve Main Meridians, Eight Extraordinary Meridians breached as easily as drinking water.

The bottleneck of the Innate Realm seemed nonexistent to her.

It was as if just moving her thoughts allowed her to step over it.

Moreover, the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi from all directions seemed to be like a family pet, crazily rushing into her meridians.

Automatically solidifying the checkpoints, achieving Sword Intent Perfection, True Qi Liquidation, sensing the True Form of the Bright Moon, realizing Void Reflection, reaching the realm of Bright Moon in the Sky.

Ji Mingyue even thought that given some more time, she might bring out spirituality from this Bright Moon Sword Intent, thoroughly integrating it with the Heaven and Earth, stepping into the Grandmaster Realm in one step.

Unfortunately, this thought remained unproven.

She was about to step into the storm anyway.

"Certainly, my physique has issues. Back then, mother forbade me from practicing martial arts in advance. It seems not to be suppressing my cultivation growth, perhaps a form of protection, not allowing the Celestial Heart to expand before the mind grows mature, avoiding delusion of mind."

Ji Mingyue’s mind was clear, and she casually guessed the profound reasoning behind her mother’s actions.

"Then, what issues does my physique truly have?"

Her crescent-shaped birthmark on her forehead shimmered brightly, but her body moved ever faster, seemingly wanting to blend into the air.

Regarding this strange phenomenon, she didn’t understand at all, however, at the moment there was no need for deep contemplation; under no circumstances could she allow herself to be blocked.

Otherwise, without preparation, Seventh Brother might be ambushed and attacked, with ominous consequences.

She had to hurry and report the news.

"What rubbish about Fourth Prince of Beizhou, what Extreme Yin Sect, miss today, wait for my cultivation to greatly advance and then come to chop off your damn heads."

Thinking of some secrets she overheard earlier.

Recollecting the experiences of being controlled during this period, Ji Mingyue, usually mild-mannered, couldn’t help but secretly resolve fiercely.

Not yet out of the camp, Ji Mingyue heard a sharp shout, "Stop her, do not let the commandery princess leave the house, or the wedding will be ruined and disaster not far off."

A purple shadow flew up, swiftly treading on the rooftops and camp with the tiptoe, robes fluttering, like riding the wind, quickly pursuing.

Mingyue’s figure flickered ambiguously; during her escape, she might deceive the eyes of ordinary soldiers, but couldn’t fool Gu Qingshuang’s eyes.

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