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Chapter 426 - 266: I Never Misjudge People_2

Chapter 426: Chapter 266: I Never Misjudge People_2

"Demons aura!?"

As a princess of high upbringing and broad knowledge, Liang Yu was truly taken aback upon seeing the faint trace of demon aura on Jiang Feng.

It was the kind of astonishment that comes from having one’s worldview completely overturned, eyes wide and mouth agape, her hands trembling so much that she nearly sliced her own neck with her sword.

"Could this guy be a spy from the Demon Race, planted inside the Purple Cloud Palace?"

True to her status as a princess, her first reaction was so logically sound.

Her hands remained in the sword-finessing gesture, the Demon Heart Technique running wildly within her, a legacy bestowed by Demon Night True Monarch to his wife and daughter.

Only the term "shockingly powerful" can describe this pinnacle cultivation technique.

When Xin Yue handed this technique to him, she had emphasized more than once the hazards of the Demon Heart Technique – the great bodily strain it entails, so much so that at the beginning of his learning, Xin Yue had to watch over him at all times.

Moreover, the Demon Heart Technique is not a persistent cultivation method, nor can it be used frequently.

In his daily cultivation, Jiang Feng still focused on practicing the Purple Cloud Divine Technique, which, after being passed down for many years and perfected several times, refines Spiritual Energy quickly and is relatively gentle, posing no burden to the body.

But the Demon Heart Technique is different.

In Xin Yue’s words, it’s a technique you use when you are playing for keeps.

Trapped in a fierce battle requiring vast amounts of Spiritual Energy to suppress the opponent, it places an extreme load on the body, even risking death by explosion; however, corresponding to the high risk is the terrifying suppression power it yields.

His body slightly trembled, experiencing once more the sensation of being stretched to the point of pain throughout his being; indeed, at the outset of his cultivation, he even doubted whether Xin Yue would teach him the authentic technique, but after practicing it once, he knew that Xin Yue was genuine.

She held nothing back.

The refined purplish-black Spiritual Energy in his body was identical to that of Demon Night True Monarch when he went berserk, even the scent was exactly the same, creating a near-complete cycle inside and out.

Once the Spiritual Energy in his body was deployed, under the domineering operation of the Demon Heart Technique, it would almost immediately suck back energy voraciously from his surroundings.

This sensation, akin to a perpetual motion machine, certainly thrilled him, but the trembling of his body grew more intense. It was Jiang Feng’s first time using the Demon Heart Technique in actual combat, and to be honest, he felt he couldn’t hold on for much longer.

Lifting his eyelids, he stared straight at the girl’s fleeing figure, biting his lip as blood trickled down from his nose over his lips.

He was quite certain that this young girl was at her limit, her steps becoming disordered, and her luxurious gown was ripped in many places, a few tears perilously close to piercing her body.

The back of her gown was scorched black by the Thunder Technique, her delicate crown lost somewhere during the earlier skirmish, and the Spiritual Energy within her was almost depleted.

This is the advantage of a higher Cultivation Realm.

The two were evenly matched in many respects, a case of meeting one’s match.

In the understanding of Sword Dao, technique, and martial equipment, she undoubtedly held the advantage, but in the study of Daoist Skills, the guile in real combat, and the overall quality of the physique, Jiang Feng was clearly more superior.

Strength and weakness balanced out, and with all aspects nearly equal, it naturally came down to who had the higher Cultivation Realm, where Jiang Feng indisputably held an absolute advantage.

As soon as the distance between them grew, Liu Tangxi had declared Jiang Feng’s likely victory, and indeed it was so. Having been driven to a corner, Liang Yu’s only chance was to abandon all defense and make a final stand.

Life for life, injury for injury.

Flying swords in every direction, Daoist Skills flowing naturally – although each longsword was only of average quality, their sheer number was overwhelming. Moreover, Jiang Feng was exceptionally talented in multitasking, controlling seven flying swords while continuing the spells in his hands without pause.

One move leading to another, the intense sense of oppression had already begun to slowly crush the little princess’ psychological defense. Taking a deep breath, with Sword Qi surging out as a protective aura around her, repelling the Yin Souls and flying swords, she poured all her remaining strength into the Absolute Shadow in her hand.

"Here it comes."

Her eyebrows rose.

The Demon Heart Technique immediately ceased operating, and in the moment it stopped, he even felt his body sway a bit, his vision darkening. It was then that he noticed for the first time, unbeknownst to him, blood was already flowing from his nose, and the sweet taste constantly coming from his throat told himself that his body couldn’t yet withstand the formidable power of the Demon Race’s Cultivation Technique.

But the swaying of his body lasted only a moment; with a clear Sword Heart and a focused mind, facing the little princess’s desperate fight, he had no reason not to be fully prepared.

In this world, there is no Mage that could chant spells in the face of an assassin, clenching the iron wire tightly, facing the girl’s direct thrust, he simply grabbed it with both hands and hammered it directly onto her crown chakra!

Thud!

For a moment, it seemed as if the winds within the entire bamboo forest had stopped.

Bamboo leaves slowly fluttered down, the battlefield was a mess, the Paper Spirit that had been possessed instantly lost all its strength in that moment, and the Yin Souls all burrowed into the Soul Summoning Banner, trembling with fear.

The Thunder Technique dissipated, the Daoist Skill vanished, and the forest seemed to return to the peace it had enjoyed before, as if nothing had ever happened. Only the shattered dry bamboo and the rolled and distorted earth remained, proof that a fierce battle had taken place here.

A battle that was not earth-shattering, but certainly impressive enough to be unforgettable.

"How foolish. Have I ever taught you to act like this?"

With an awkward expression.

Regaining his senses gradually, Jiang Feng couldn’t help but move his palms, only to find that the iron wire was completely motionless. Looking up along the iron wire, he noticed a delicate jade hand clutching his Lifebound Magical Treasure.

No, that’s not right.

It should be said that it was just three fingers pinching his Lifebound Magical Treasure, and not bare-handedly catching a blade. It was during his sword descent that it directly grasped the blunt spine of the sword and then it seemed as if it was soldered there, fixed in his senior sister’s hand.

"Letting you not practice your sword properly on regular days, and now you’ve had your Swordsmanship broken by a sixteen-year-old girl."

"In the end, frantic and resorting to all your tricks, even the Demon Heart Technique you just learned was called upon. When you fight, you really don’t fear death. This Inconsistent Sword indeed revealed your true level."

"From the beginning, you should not have taken the initiative to engage in a sword fight with her. If you had used the Sword Control Technique earlier to deal with her, how could you end up so miserably? If not for your body’s constitution and the advantage of your Cultivation Realm, in today’s battle, I’m afraid you’d have no choice but to return to the sect and kowtow a few times at the ancestral hall to our master."

"And you’d have to kowtow to the other senior brothers as well."

A direct lesson began.

His old face immediately turned as bitter as a gourd, his previous proud demeanor now completely gone. Just as Cen Zhuangzhuang behaved in front of Cen Yueyue, so did he in front of his senior sister.

Whenever Liu Tangxi instructed him in his Martial Arts, he didn’t dare to let out a single fart, and the strength in his hand gradually disappeared. Just being glared at twice by his senior sister, he could feel the previously boiling Spiritual Energy and blood slowly returning to tranquility within his body.

That was the nature of Liu Tangxi.

She never deliberately belittled someone, nitpicking faults, nor did she excessively flatter someone, coercing praise for what was actually worthless.

If you play poorly, shouldn’t you be scolded instead of being coaxed with love?

In this battle, his junior brother demonstrated his strong adaptability and the comprehensiveness of his strength. The problem was that he actually fell behind in swordsmanship, which could be described as a reversal against the Heavenly Gang.

For a member of Swordmaster Peak to be outplayed in sword skills would be embarrassing to mention. Had he lost this battle, Liu Tangxi would definitely drag him to master’s Token to kowtow and apologize.

"Yes, senior sister is right in her admonishment."

The man released his hands and stepped back a few paces, wiping the blood from his nose.

He tossed the iron wire back as if throwing out trash, then turned his head to look at the girl who remained silent, her head bowed, not daring to meet his eyes.

If you looked closely, you would notice that Liu Tangxi held Jiang Feng’s weapon with three fingers, but to capture her Absolute Shadow Sword, she only needed her index and middle fingers to directly pinch it.

Slowly she released her grip, but the girl still maintained the forward-leaning stabbing posture. After a while, Liu Xianzi, from her commanding height, finally spoke.

"I never misjudge people. From today on, he is your senior brother."