Chapter 33: A Cultivator of the Divine Bridge Realm

Chapter 33: A Powerhouse of the Divine Bridge Realm

"Our ancestor has lifted our seals!"

Luo Li was shocked at first, but in the next second, she realized what had happened. She held her sword in both hands and bowed deeply toward the distance, expressing the utmost respect in her heart.

The long-lost aura of the Soul-Shaping Realm permeated every part of her body once again, filling her with immense self-confidence. She was now a high-level cultivator at the third level of the Soul-Shaping Realm, while her junior brother, Jun Moxiao, had reached the sixth level.

Back when they were at the Chuyun Sword Sect, the two of them had joined forces to drive the sect’s Supreme Elder—a ninth-level Soul-Shaping powerhouse—into a frantic retreat. Now that they had both leveled up, their combat prowess had surged. Facing this ninth-level elder from the Acacia Sect, they felt no fear; they were, in fact, fully capable of crushing her.

The old matron watched as the auras of the two youths suddenly climbed to the Soul-Shaping Realm, her eyes widening in disbelief. Her thin, withered face was so shocked that even her deep wrinkles stretched taut.

"How is this possible?"

The old matron swung her sword, letting out a thunderous roar. She had suppressed her own cultivation from the ninth level down to the second, yet these two young people had been even more cunning, hiding an entire major realm of power. It was truly horrifying.

"Junior brother, this old hag from the Acacia Sect is no good; there is no telling how many people she has harmed. Let’s kill her!" Luo Li said, wielding her blood-stained sword as she walked toward the matron.

"Kill!" Jun Moxiao raised his sword, his expression icy as he closed in.

"You little brats, you’ve killed so many of my Acacia Sect disciples! Today, I will cut off your heads to avenge them!" With a grim expression, the matron lunged at them with her sword.

However, the moment they clashed, she realized she had made a grave miscalculation. She had assumed that her ninth-level cultivation would allow her to easily suppress and slaughter these two youths, who were only at the sixth and third levels respectively. She thought they were not on her level, but as soon as they crossed blades, her sword light was shattered. The combined strength of this young pair produced an unimaginable, overwhelming power.

After only a few exchanges, she found herself in dire straits, struggling just to parry their blows. "How can this be?" the matron lamented inwardly. Her eyes darted around, searching for an escape route while she desperately defended against their relentless attacks.

She knew she had to find a way out. As Zhou Mengying’s protector, she had to take the Saintess with her. Luo Li, however, instantly saw through the matron’s intentions and darted forward to block her path.

"Trying to run?" Jun Moxiao saw it too, and he redoubled his frantic attacks.

Seeing her escape route sealed, the matron glared fiercely at Luo Li. This clever little girl had seen right through her ruse. With no other choice, she was forced to fight on. The three Soul-Shaping experts battled within the Blood-Clad Gate’s branch, causing nearby buildings to collapse and shatter under the force of their struggle.

After a dozen rounds, the matron was struck. Jun Moxiao’s sword sliced into her right arm, making her grip clumsy and weak.

*Swish!* A piercing blade of light struck her calf; this time, it was Luo Li’s handiwork.

Wounded twice and bleeding, the matron grew even more panicked. *Slash! Slash!* As Jun Moxiao and Luo Li closed in from both sides, a tidal wave of sword light left the matron with seven or eight more wounds, and she collapsed to the ground. Luo Li rushed forward and finished her off with a single strike.

Jun Moxiao walked over with practiced synchronization, retrieving her sword and storage ring.

"Junior brother, we’ve finally taken care of all the enemies!" Luo Li gasped for breath, a radiant smile blooming on her beautiful, sweat-streaked face.

"Senior sister, there are still some on the plaza who are heavily wounded but not yet dead," Jun Moxiao noted.

"Finish them off," Luo Li said, gritting her teeth. This battle had reached a point of life and death; they could not afford to be soft-hearted now.

The two walked onto the plaza and began to send the wounded disciples to their final rest. When they reached Zhou Mengying, the severely injured Saintess of the Acacia Sect looked at Luo Li with a miserable expression, pleading, "Little sister, I will give you everything I have. If that is not enough, I can have my sect provide whatever else you require!"

Luo Li laughed, her cherry-red lips parting to reveal two rows of snow-white teeth. "I want everything in the Acacia Sect’s treasury. Can you, as a Saintess, make that decision?"

Zhou Mengying was left speechless.

*Swish!* A flash of sword light crossed the air. Jun Moxiao had reached out and sent Zhou Mengying to hell.

"Junior brother, you’re even more ruthless than me! Such a sexy beauty from the Acacia Sect, and you killed her just like that!" Luo Li laughed, sticking out her small pink tongue. She hadn't expected Jun Moxiao to be so decisive.

Jun Moxiao wiped the blood from his sword and gritted his teeth. "That foul woman actually wanted to capture me as a furnace. How could I spare her?"

"You certainly couldn't!" Luo Li giggled.

Suddenly, a clear, resonant voice drifted down from the heavens. "Unexpectedly... such excellent cultivation seedlings have appeared in the small Guyue Dynasty!"

"Who's there?" Luo Li and Jun Moxiao were startled, instinctively looking up at the sky.

A blurry white shadow appeared above the clouds. Soon, it broke through the mist and descended—it was a giant crane. Standing atop the crane was a man in white robes, around forty years of age, possessing an ethereal, immortal temperament.

"A powerhouse of the Divine Bridge Realm?" Luo Li’s pupils constricted as she sensed the aura emanating from him. This was certainly no expert from the Guyue Dynasty! Upon sensing the man's cultivation, Jun Moxiao also turned tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"You two little ones, which sect do you belong to?" The middle-aged man stepped off the crane and landed on the ground, hands behind his back, watching the two with a smile. The more he looked, the more pleased he became. He had been passing by Guyuan City and witnessed the two youths joining forces to defeat a ninth-level Soul-Shaping cultivator. Their talent was rare and stunning—even superior to the prodigies of his own sect.

"We are from the Shenlong Sect!" Luo Li cupped her hands, lifting her chin with a proud expression.

"Shenlong Sect?" The middle-aged man paused for a moment. After a few seconds, he shook his head and said indifferently, "Just an obscure little sect. Since I see you both have good talent, why not join my Qitian Sword Sect instead?"