Chapter 52: Have the Guts to Face the Battle-Eu só aceitei discípulos por acaso, como eles se tornaram Grandes Imperadores?(Espalhadas como estrelas sobre o rio inteiro.)

The Spirit Nether Grass grew in the center of the patch, its dark green leaves faintly emitting a soft halo of light.

Ximen Feixue gently crouched down, carefully extending his hand, and was just about to pluck the herb when he suddenly heard an angry shout.

Startled, he looked up and saw a long whip whistling toward him like a black dragon.

Reacting swiftly, Ximen Feixue leapt backward in a flash, narrowly dodging the fierce lash.

The whip struck the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Narrowing his eyes, Ximen Feixue saw that the newcomer was none other than Lu Qianqiu.

Behind her stood a large group of her lacklings.

At this moment, Lu Qianqiu's face was contorted with fury, and a blazing fire of rage burned in her eyes.

The sight of Ximen Feixue caused the hatred in her heart to surge like a tidal wave.

If it were not for Ximen Feixue becoming a disciple of Ye Xinghe, why would the Sima family have suffered such heavy casualties while hunting him down to settle scores? As a result, the head of the Sima family still held a grudge against her, making things difficult for her at every turn.

At the mere thought of this, Lu Qianqiu wished she could tear Ximen Feixue limb from limb and devour him alive.

"Ximen Feixue, you little bastard! Today is your dying day!"

Lu Qianqiu said through gritted teeth, swinging her long whip once more so that it whistled through the air.

Ximen Feixue's expression darkened. The enmity between him and Lu Qianqiu was impossible to resolve.

He had long since grown thoroughly disgusted with this woman. Shielding the child behind him, he slowly drew his long sword and said, "Lu Qianqiu, do not push your luck. It is one thing for you to act tyrannically on ordinary days, but if you wish to run wild here today, I, Ximen Feixue, will not be polite."

Lu Qianqiu sneered, "Hah! Just you? Do you really think you can stop me? I am determined to get this Spirit Nether Grass. If you know what's good for you, step aside immediately; otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless."

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, Ye Xinghe arrived on the scene.

Seeing Lu Qianqiu act with such unbridled arrogance, Ye Xinghe felt a slight displeasure rise in his heart. He said, "Lu Qianqiu, you have come here to cause trouble time and time again. Are you not afraid of retribution? This Spirit Nether Grass is for this child to save a sick relative at home. Do not try to rob them of it."

When Lu Qianqiu saw Ye Xinghe, a flicker of apprehension crossed her mind, but her resentment had long since blinded her reason.

"Ye Xinghe, stop meddling in other people's business. This Southwestern Mountain is not your property, and I will take whatever I please. If you dare to stop me, my Lu family is not one to be trifled with. Besides, I have the Sima family backing me!"

Ye Xinghe shook his head slightly and said, "Lu Qianqiu, if you remain so obstinately unrepentant, you will reap what you sow sooner or later."

Completely deaf to Ye Xinghe's words, Lu Qianqiu waved her long whip and shouted to her subordinates, "Attack! Take them all down, and make sure we get the Spirit Nether Grass!"

Immediately, Lu Qianqiu's minions rushed forward like a tidal wave toward Ye Xinghe, his disciple, and the child.

Ye Xinghe maintained a calm expression, standing with his hands behind his back.

As the lacklings lunged forward like fierce wolves, a sharp, icy glint instantly flashed through his previously serene gaze.

Without the slightest panic, he exerted a subtle force through his feet. With a seemingly casual movement, a circle of visible spiritual energy rippled outward from the point where his sole touched the ground. Initially just a faint tremor, it transformed in the blink of an eye into a surging tidal wave of spiritual power.

Those subordinates rushing toward Ye Xinghe's group were suddenly struck by an overwhelming pressure, their footsteps instantly slowing to a crawl.

Before they could even react, the wave of spiritual energy washed over them. The vanguard of the group was struck as if by a heavy hammer, flying backward through the air.

Their bodies slid across the ground for several meters, shattering the stones and vegetation along their path.

The ones following closely behind fared no better, feeling as though thousands of blazing fires were burning within their bodies. Their meridians were violently assaulted by the spiritual power, wracking them with excruciating pain that drew wave after wave of miserable screams.

Some foamed at the mouth, their eyes rolling back as their bodies convulsed uncontrollably.

Others bled from all seven orifices, their vitality fading to a thread as they collapsed onto the ground, leaving their fates unknown.

In a mere fraction of a second, the aggressive mob had fallen like harvested wheat, leaving behind only the echoes of their painful groans.

Ye Xinghe remained standing in the exact same spot, as if nothing at all had happened.

Naturally, it was because these people were mere trash.

With a chilling gaze and an unhurried tone, Ye Xinghe said, "Lu Qianqiu, your actions today have crossed my bottom line. Now, I give you two choices: either crawl away from here on your own, or prepare to face the full force of my wrath. Do you want to die, or do you want to get lost?"

Hearing these words, a deep sense of humiliation welled up in Lu Qianqiu's heart.

As an honored guest of the Sima family and the eldest young miss of the Lu family, she had never been treated with such contempt in all her life.

She stared fixedly at Ye Xinghe, her hands clenched into fists so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms, yet she dared not vent her anger due to her fear of his formidable strength.

A moment later, she shifted her gaze to Ximen Feixue, a venomous glint flashing in her eyes. "Ximen Feixue, don't think you're completely safe just because you're hiding behind your master. If you truly have any skill, fight me fair and square. What? Are you only capable of living like a turtle hiding in its shell, relying on the protection of others?"

A brief flash of anger stirred in Ximen Feixue's heart, but he recalled his past encounters with Lu Qianqiu.

In the past, Ximen Feixue's strength was indeed far inferior to hers, and every time they fought, he had been utterly crushed without the ability to fight back. Those painful memories of failure were still deeply etched in his mind.

Therefore, at this moment, Ximen Feixue had no desire to humor Lu Qianqiu's provocation, especially since she was merely a woman.

Right now, all he wanted was to take the Spirit Nether Grass back to save the child's relative.

Seeing Ximen Feixue remain silent, Lu Qianqiu assumed he was terrified. Her triumph grew, compounded by her anger at his dismissal of her, and she shouted angrily, "Hah! You coward! You used to be beaten so badly you wet yourself, and now you don't even have the courage to accept a challenge? Someone like you is utterly unworthy of a place in the cultivation world, let alone fit to be a disciple of Ye Xinghe."

Ximen Feixue's expression gradually darkened. He raised his head to meet Lu Qianqiu's eyes directly and said slowly, "Lu Qianqiu, my refusal to fight you is not because I am a coward. It is simply because I have far more important things to do right now, which is to help this child find the Spirit Nether Grass. If you still possess even a shred of conscience, you would not make unreasonable demands here and obstruct us."

Deaf to any explanation, Lu Qianqiu sneered.

"Hah! Stop putting on a hypocritical act of righteousness. You are clearly terrified of losing to me again and are just looking for an excuse to run away. Ximen Feixue, if you don't dare to fight me today, I will make sure you can never hold your head up in the cultivation world again!"

Watching Lu Qianqiu's unreasonable display, Ye Xinghe frowned slightly and said, "Lu Qianqiu, do not push people too far. If you continue to pester us like this, do not blame me for showing no further mercy."