Chen Ping’an held the twin blades in his hands, not rushing to attack.

Facing a “peer” who was ranked among the top ten youngsters, there was a certain art to how this fight should be conducted.

One had to know that those in the top ten were not ranked in any particular order.

While he was only eleventh.

And the real identity, lineage of tutelage, roots and origins of the girl in the round-faced cotton coat before him, everything was still shrouded in mist, like hiding the moon. Since she dared to come here, she must have complete confidence in leaving alive. Otherwise, that old dog of a Dragon Sovereign would not allow her to act on impulse.

Therefore, he must not scare her away.

He had to let her feel at ease and unleash her full power, beating him to death.

Moreover, being ranked among the top ten, if she couldn’t beat someone who was only ranked eleventh, it would be unreasonable, and the news wouldn’t sound good.

Chen Ping’an walked towards her slowly, the twin short blades spinning quickly between his fingers and on the back of his hand.

The blade light intertwined, like streaks of fireflies. The movements were too fast, there were too many blade lights, and the brilliance constantly lingered and wrapped around, eventually resembling two exquisite and lovely round moons in Chen Ping’an’s hands.

Seeing that the young man was not in a hurry to attack, She Yue patiently waited for his opening move.

She was very curious about what kind of approach the other party would use to make a direct attack. Was it a deceptive talisman, or the Sword Cultivator’s flying sword that had made the Jia Shen Account Sword Immortal Embryo suffer, or the pure martial artist’s mountain peak realm fist?

She Yue had heard many legendary stories about this last Hidden Official of the Sword Qi Great Wall, especially two sayings that she, who didn’t like to remember external matters, rarely remembered clearly.

Inside and outside the Sword Qi Great Wall, “Far is A Liang, near is the Hidden Official; South is Shou Chen, north is the Hidden Official.”

As for Chen Ping’an’s current fancy movements, She Yue turned a blind eye. When it came to the “moon-playing” divine power of the world’s people, they were all jokes in front of her.

Back then, the Lotus Hermit, the Great Demon of the Throne who was one of her neighbors, had only taken advantage of his older age.

She just shifted her gaze, looking left and right. She still felt that this young Hidden Official, who was very famous in the Wild Desolate World, was like a glance she had caught when she went north in her early years. He had a good appearance, but it was just good, and it was indeed not as handsome as Jiang Shangzhen’s skin.

Of course, whether a man was handsome or not was not important. The same was true for women.

A celestial neighbor once said that as long as you met the right person, both parties would see the most beautiful scenery in each other’s eyes, like the sky on opposite sides, the sun and the moon facing each other from afar, but their gazes would never change.

Unfortunately, She Yue was not very interested in matters of love between men and women. She couldn’t even imagine what true infatuation was like.

Chen Ping’an walked slowly, asked slowly, and said with a puzzled and tentative look, “Earlier, there was a strange phenomenon in the sky, with one moon missing, so much so that even I could feel it. Could it be that it was taken into Miss She Yue’s sleeve? If that’s the case, how can we fight? I’m just in the small world of the city head, but Miss She Yue is in the great world of the bright moon… Besides, I’m only ranked eleventh, and there’s a world of difference between me and the top ten of you. I still have this bit of self-awareness.”

The round-faced girl didn’t say where the bright moon had gone. She said, “If you don’t want to fight, I don’t care. I just came to enjoy the scenery. It’s you who are aggressive and shouting to fight with me.”

No wonder she was a friend with Jiang Shangzhen of Tongye Continent. They were both quite shameless.

When men were shameless, it really had little to do with their age.

The two sides were still about thirty feet apart, but for the realm of both parties, it was close at hand, and it was not an exaggeration to describe it as a difference of a hair’s breadth.

Chen Ping’an stopped twenty feet away, suddenly sheathing his blades, the tips facing back, as if showing goodwill to the girl. He asked with a smile, “Miss She Yue, you are a guest. You say how should we fight? Should we discuss a plan first? It’s all up to you. Otherwise, it’s easy to hurt the harmony.”

She Yue turned a deaf ear, but looked at his twin blades and said, “Good blades, unmatched sharpness, but deeply concealed. What are their names?”

Chen Ping’an shook his head and smiled. “I picked them up on the side of the road, not worth mentioning. They can’t compare to Miss She Yue’s Heaven-reaching feat of encompassing the great moon and refining the Heavenly Fortune. It’s a pity that Senior Dragon Sovereign was worried that I would not concentrate on asking about cultivation and practicing boxing, so he helped me isolate the world. It’s a pity that I couldn’t witness such a wonderful sight.”

She Yue said, “Although you have been deliberately showing weakness, you can’t hide your killing intent once it’s heavy. You shouldn’t have accidentally condensed the blade light into a moon shape. Of course, I guess you did it on purpose. You, the Hidden Official, leaving the city head’s fighting, the details of the battle, big and small, have already been compiled into a book. I can read it. That Fei Ran likes to read it while drinking.”

Chen Ping’an stopped again and said helplessly, “Could it be that it’s really ‘when one holds a sharp weapon, killing intent arises’? I blame myself for not cultivating enough, and I admire Miss She Yue’s unique vision. As for that Brother Fei Ran, if he admires me so much, please help me send him a message after She Yue and I have sparred. Tell him to simply take my surname Chen.”

She Yue’s expression was slightly strange.

Chen Ping’an suddenly realized, “That shameless thing Fei Ran, his alias is already Chen? He didn’t even say hello to me in advance when he came here as a guest. Taking something without asking is theft, a disgrace to the literati!”

It had been too many years since he had spoken to outsiders.

He missed it very much.

Therefore, Chen Ping’an was willing to make an exception for her.

Today’s fight, let’s talk more first. The more the better, even if it’s just one more sentence, it can help me pass a lot of time.

Chen Ping’an truly didn’t want to experience the torment of the stagnant River of Time a second time.

The short blades in his hands, as narrow as daggers, were obtained from the valley battle in the Northern Ju Reed Continent. At that time, Chen Ping’an was ambushed and killed by a group of Assassins from the Deer-Cutting Mountain.

After a narrow encounter and a fierce battle, Chen Ping’an, who didn’t believe in his good luck, asked Sui Jingcheng to help collect the spoils of war. Among them, she found this pair of short blades, with the inscriptions “Morning Dew” and “Evening Glow” respectively. In fact, not only did Chen Ping’an and Sui Jingcheng not recognize the goods at first, mistakenly thinking they were ordinary. Even the female Assassin from the Deer-Cutting Mountain, the old owner of the short blades, didn’t recognize the Immortal Treasure either. Later, Chen Ping’an met his close friend Liu Jinglong, who had read countless miscellaneous books, and Liu Jinglong revealed the secret. Liu Jinglong not only taught Chen Ping’an the refining method according to the records in the book, but also saw through the “true identity” of one of the short blades, inscribed with “Chasing Deer”, which was the “Cao Zi Dagger” recorded in history. And that Cao Zi was exactly Cao Mo, the latest alias that Chen Ping’an planned to use to travel the world in the future.

In the future, whether he went to the Wild Desolate World or returned to his hometown world, when facing cultivators below the Upper Five Realms, Chen Ping’an would make them die without knowing how.
As for those deceased souls, whether they may glimpse his true countenance and know his true name depends solely on Chen Ping’an’s mood.

Of course, that’s only if he can leave the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

“Cao Zi,” Cao Mo, is the foremost assassin chronicled in the illustrious historical records.

Moreover, he possessed the three locations where he had previously suffered defeat, only to reclaim them in the end.

What an auspicious omen!

It should be known that upon this very rampart of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Chen Ping’an has indeed suffered three defeats.

Let him, this junior, bask in the glory of that senior, Cao Mo. In any case, Chen Ping’an vows never to allow the “Zhu Lu” in his hand to gather dust.

Chen Ping’an now holds a Cao Zi dagger in his right hand, historically recorded as “Zhu Lu” (Chasing Deer). As for the remaining dagger in his possession, since history makes no mention of it, Chen Ping’an, following the precedent of Ge Lu Mountain, will name it Ge Lu (Severing Deer).

First chase the deer, then sever it!

In the matter of naming things, he is truly adept.

She Yue spoke, “Are we fighting or not?”

When She Yue was in Tongye Continent, facing Jiang Shangzhen, the one who “slashed immortals with a willow leaf,” she seemed to have no means of resistance. Besides the fact that She Yue’s immediate killing power and realm were inferior to his, the round-faced woman never intended to entangle with Jiang Shangzhen. In She Yue’s view, cultivation of the Great Dao and fighting with others were meaningless, and a fight she was destined to lose only made her feel annoyed, something to be avoided. But those fights that she was sure to win easily interested her even less. So in the vast world of Haoran, wandering alone all the way, she rarely ever took action.

But today, facing this “Hidden Official Eleventh,” one of the ten young talents, She Yue did harbor some private motives.

When Jiang Shangzhen chased her for tens of thousands of miles in Tongye Continent, he still failed to kill her. Before departing, he “kindly” whispered a message to her, concerning the very foundation of She Yue’s Great Dao.

It was like a prophecy predestined by fate, as if waiting for her to come to Tongye Continent to hear Jiang Shangzhen reveal it to her.

She Yue was not eloquent, but she was by no means foolish. When Jiang Shangzhen spoke that fateful sentence, She Yue, who initially didn’t take it seriously, felt a tremor in her Dao heart. Undoubtedly, it was indeed an indication from the mystical and profound Great Dao.

Jiang Shangzhen’s words were like a wandering immortal poem from the Haoran world, like a fragmented step into the void.

*To board a boat to ascend to the azure heavens,*
*One must have sufficient coins to mend the flaws.*
*Borrow the moon’s hue from the five lakes,*
*Sell wine on the shores of the four seas, amidst white clouds.*

Jiang Shangzhen didn’t say much more at the time, but his earlier words, often mentioning the Hidden Official Chen Ping’an, seemingly in jest, made She Yue want to come here and try her luck.

Otherwise, according to She Yue’s usual temper, she wouldn’t have been so surprisingly patient with this Hidden Official.

She would have either left long ago, or attacked and departed early.

But if She Yue knew the truth later, she might want to smash that Jiang fellow to death with a bright moon.

Because the Great Dao opportunity residing in the Hidden Official was purely Jiang Shangzhen’s nonsense. He merely wanted to play matchmaker, using his dual identity as Chen Ping’an’s “closest friend and brother” and a guest of Fallen Phoenix Mountain, to find himself a sister-in-law.

So he deliberately forced two “peers” who were worlds apart into a connection. But Jiang Shangzhen’s greatest skill lies in the fact that the prophecy is true, involving a momentous secret of Tongye Continent. Historically, only Xun Yuan, the old patriarch of the Jade Rule Sect, and Du Mao, the half-revival ancestor of the Jade Rule Sect, knew about this.

Legend has it that there was once a towering parasol tree in Tongye Continent, reaching to the heavens.

With such a tall tree, there would naturally be a crescent moon hanging loosely on the parasol.

The tree was close to the heavens, the moon came to the mortal world, the tree and the moon together, half in the mortal world and half in the heavens.

She Yue initially chose to land in Tongye Continent instead of going to Floating Ripple Continent or Suo Po Continent, precisely on Zhou Mi’s instruction. After the demise of the Lotus Convent Master, another moon emerged, appearing out of nowhere. As for Zhou Mi asking She Yue to help find Liu Cai, it was merely an incidental matter.

But the problem is, Jiang Shangzhen’s insinuation that She Yue’s Great Dao was linked to Chen Ping’an was absolutely false, a downright fabrication by Jiang Shangzhen.

Jiang Shangzhen always seemed to deal with women in such a way, with a mix of truth and falsehood, eventually making all women mistakenly believe in a single truth.

So, in fact, after leaving She Yue, Jiang Shangzhen laughed heartily in his heart, “Good brother, I, Zhou Fei, can only help you this far. I’ve found you a round-faced girl in a foreign land, someone to chat with.”

As for whether She Yue would obtain this opportunity, whether she would truly mend her flawed Great Dao, Jiang Shangzhen scoffed, “What’s it to me?”

“This little shrimp has already done so much. Those who are watching from the sidelines, watching the show, get your sleeves rolled up and join the fray!”

“Besides, whether the Totyue Mountain in a savage world will be like drawing water with a bamboo basket, only to benefit others, whether the round-faced girl will end up empty-handed, without even a moon, is all uncertain.”

Because Elder Xun, while alive, had deduced a few things, suspecting that this prophecy might be related to the most successful Bai Ye in the human world.

She Yue is going to find Bai Ye?

Or is Zhou Mi going to bargain with Bai Ye?

Jiang Shangzhen found it amusing just thinking about it.

“Anyway, even if the little girl doesn’t obtain the perfect Great Dao, I, Jiang Shangzhen Bai, am so generous that I’ve already given you, little woman, a friend in Brother Chen. Isn’t that satisfying enough?!”

Chen Ping’an had no idea about all these twists and turns.

If She Yue had mentioned Jiang Shangzhen here, even just a word or two, Chen Ping’an might have guessed a thing or two.

But the round-faced woman in the cotton-padded coat was reluctant to mention that Jiang Shangzhen who kept calling her “sister-in-law.” Those words disgusted her.

At the moment, Chen Ping’an looked troubled, stopping ten steps away and asking again, “Wouldn’t it be better to discuss the rules before we fight? We’re meeting for the first time, no grudges, no animosity. A light punch is meaningless, a heavy spell can lead to death or injury.”

She Yue asked curiously, “Did you always like to ramble so much when you fought with others?”

“I don’t like it. I used to dislike it very much.”

Chen Ping’an suppressed his smile, holding the two knives with their tips forward.

Regarding this matter, Chen Ping’an had once taught Ma Kuxuan how to behave when they fought to the death in a foreign land in his hometown.

The two large sleeves of Chen Ping’an’s bright red magic robe were as if bound by threads, forming knots to tie the cuffs. The young man hunched his back slightly, his posture stooped, and his gaze tilted upwards a little. “But you keep making me dislike it. What can I do?! Miss She Yue, why don’t you teach me how to act according to my own preferences?!”

She Yue looked at the young man’s expression and eyes, “Enough nonsense. One incense stick’s time. Come and kill me.”
Sheyue raised her wrist, her two fingers joined together, and moonlight gathered like a lamp. With a gentle wave, the moonlight dissipated into the Great Wall of Sword Qi, using it to time an incense stick’s worth of light for both sides. Suddenly, moonlight filled the city, slowly dimming at a pace that was clearly visible to both sides, as if the moonlight was gradually leaving the human world. Mortals were unaware, but immortals could observe and count.

Chen Ping’an narrowed his eyes and smiled, but straightened his back, “A guest from afar has a request, how could the host refuse?”

Even with Sheyue’s good temper, she was a little annoyed by this person. He was clearly trying so hard to conceal it, yet the murderous intent in his heart was so great, the ferocity on his body so heavy, yet he insisted on smiling and chatting, as if reuniting with an old friend, reminiscing with a close acquaintance.

She said coldly, “Intent on killing, yet trying to deceive me into holding back, you are not a gentleman.”

Chen Ping’an nodded, deeply agreeing, with a hint of guilt on his face, saying, “I come from a humble alley in the human world, you come from the bright moon in the sky. Miss Sheyue is a banished immortal from the books, why bother being so particular with me? Isn’t Miss Sheyue bullying me?”

To be able to converse with someone was a great joy in life.

It truly made the Hidden Official so happy that he was about to cry.

He remembered reading in a book about those who drank and pretended to be drunk but were actually sober, and those who cried at the end of their road.

At the time, he only felt that the realm of sages was too high, and his own vision too low, so he couldn’t understand why they cried. He thought that after traveling far and wide and reading more books, he would understand.

But after understanding why the ancients cried, he realized that it was better not to know.

The ancients, when their carriages reached the end of the road, could still return the way they came.

So Chen Ping’an used the flat of his dual sabers to imitate the woman, lightly patting his cheeks.

Whenever Sheyue was angry, before taking action, she would habitually raise her hands and pat her cheeks heavily.

After chatting with this fellow for so long, she didn’t feel any opportunity for the Great Dao in him, and even said so many sarcastic words to him, which made her feel annoyed and irritated.

And now he dares to imitate me?!

After Sheyue slapped her cheeks hard, a clear radiance scattered from her face, turning into countless rays of light. The moonlight she had gathered and refined flowed like a long river of time, ignoring the respective Heavenly Restrictions of the Great Wall of Sword Qi and the Jiazi Tent. The fine, fragmented moonlight was omnipresent in half of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

The “Sheyue” standing on the city wall was stabbed by the dual sabers, one severing her neck, the other piercing her heart.

Of course, it was just Sheyue’s illusion, merely used to test the opponent’s speed of drawing his sabers, and the sharpness of the blades.

Sheyue’s natal divine ability allowed Jiang Shangzhen, an Immortal Realm swordsman, to summon his natal flying sword to find her true form. Even if this Hidden Official was in harmony with the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he was still only in the Jade Purity Realm.

Sheyue could dodge and evade, and could also deliver “flying swords” like a Jade Purity Sword Immortal, and unleash thousands of spells like an Immortal cultivator.

If Sheyue wanted to learn spells, no matter how unique the inheritance or how secretly guarded, as long as it was under the illumination of the moonlight, and as long as the realm wasn’t too different, then after being “seen” by her once, she would obtain at least seven or eight tenths of the true meaning.

It wasn’t that Sheyue looked down on the Hidden Official who used various means.

In the Wildlands, when it came to the variety of methods for one-on-one combat, Sheyue was undoubtedly the best among her peers.

Therefore, in the secret records of the Jiazi Tent, this cotton-clothed, round-faced girl was known as the “Martial Armory of the World.”

Talismans, flying swords, golden body dharma forms, mechanical puppets, demonic beast transformations, immortal armor, weapons of mass destruction…

Whatever I think of, I can manifest it, and the material is all my moonlight.

She could even have the physique of an ordinary Mountain Peak Realm martial artist if she wanted to.

Unfortunately, Sheyue was limited by her current cultivation level. Her “martial artist physique” was currently limited to the toughness of the ninth realm, and she didn’t like close-quarters martial arts, just like moonlight in the human world, the moon only hangs high in the sky.

The first “Sheyue” to receive two short saber strikes was intentionally shaped by Sheyue to have the physique of the Distant Travels Realm, so there were no surprises, only a fate of instant death.

The cotton-clothed, cloth-shoed, round-faced young woman’s illusion shattered, and the moonlight disappeared without a trace.

Although Chen Ping’an followed after the other Sheyue, flashing past, near the city wall, before his hands drew his sabers, an anomaly arose from the palm of his hand, and a flawless Dharma seal appeared out of thin air, a creation in his palm, proclaiming the Five Thunder Decree.

This Five Thunder Orthodox Dharma, arising from his heart, wasn’t meant to kill Sheyue’s illusion. Why would he make such a fuss against an opponent in the Distant Travels Realm.

It was just that the thunder roared, illuminating dozens of feet within before the dual sabers struck the enemy, just to investigate the slightest traces of the disappearing moonlight. If there was even the slightest collision between the two, then Chen Ping’an could gain a thread of advantage, and that thread was one in ten thousand. Chen Ping’an hoped to turn it into ten thousand for one in the battle between mountain and valley!

An opponent’s one in ten thousand, I will give you ten thousand.

Treat people with sincerity, and guests with generous gifts.

May your heart desire and my wish be fulfilled.

It was a pity that Miss Sheyue was too formal, and didn’t leave this flaw.

Very well.

Otherwise, the so-called ten best young people in the world would be too disappointing.

Otherwise, what qualifications would you have to be ranked among them?!

Chen Ping’an stirred a large cloud of moonlight with his dual sabers in the sky of the small world, then hovered in the air, overlooking the city wall.

Sheyue’s figure split from one into three, each separated by a great distance.

Besides the two natal flying swords that truly belonged to a swordsman, Bird in a Cage and Moon in a Well.

There were also two large refined flying swords of a Qi refiner, Beginning One and Fifteenth, plus two imitation swords of the Hate Sword Mountain sword immortal, Cough Thunder and Pine Needle.

Chen Ping’an moved his mind slightly, and Cough Thunder and Pine Needle flew like lightning, heading straight for two of the women.

Chen Ping’an himself used the Mountain-Shrinking Spell, instantly appearing thousands of feet away, to deal with one of the Sheyues who was actually facing him, and even posed in a combat stance.

The previous Distant Travels Realm physique was too weak to withstand a blow, so you changed to the Mountain Peak Realm physique, to weigh how heavy your Mountain Peak Realm fist is?

Do you really think you are Xiao Xun throwing a punch?!

Just looking at Sheyue’s first punch, even Chen Ping’an, who likes to overestimate his opponents, had to think that her boxing technique was too crude, her divine intent too fake, and her foundation too poor.

Perhaps the only redeeming quality of this martial artist Sheyue was her speed, which wasn’t slow, and had a bit of the feeling of Yu Juanfu asking about boxing back then.
Clad in vibrant scarlet, sleeves billowing, she wielded twin blades, darting and weaving, leaving trails of shimmering light as she pursued her foe, cleaving the very heavens.

Martial Artist Sheyue, possessing the physique of a summit realm expert and a mastery of boxing techniques, could only retreat, evade, and parry.

Even though her movements were subtly faster, Chen Ping’an repeatedly and “coincidentally” appeared at her escape routes, creating perilous situations.

Her original intention was to exchange blows with him, testing the resilience of his physique, but in this fierce dance, how could she possibly succeed?

Both at the summit realm, the disparity between pure martial artists of the same rank was indeed vast.

Just as a blade was about to pierce her shoulder, Chen Ping’an twisted his body and replaced the attack with an elbow, casually slamming it onto Sheyue’s forehead.

Sheyue slid back dozens of feet, her moonlit cloth shoes shattering into fragments. Only when she stopped did she “don” a new pair.

The young man, leaning slightly, then arching back, exposed his back to a summit realm martial artist, Sheyue, and smiled languidly, asking, “Isn’t this a bit boring?”

Martial Artist Sheyue, expressionless, the round-faced girl in “cotton clothes” now wore an ethereal and gorgeous magic robe. Over the robe was a military-grade treasure armor, its light shimmering, with seven colors dazzling and extravagant.

While the robe was unrecognizable, the armor hinted at something. Chen Ping’an widened his eyes, reverting to his Package Shop nature, and curiously inquired, “Miss Sheyue, is that a ‘Seven-Colored’ Nectar Armor that you’ve conjured? Right, right, the Wild Lands are not small, with a history as long as anywhere else, and you hail from the moon, a celestial being I can only envy. Could it be that besides the ‘Seven-Colored,’ you’ve also seen the ‘Cloud Sea’ and ‘Rosy Dawn’ armors?”

His friend Zhong Kui, erudite and knowledgeable, had immediately recognized the origins of the armor donned by Wei Xian.

Buddha Kingdom, Flower Bud, Mountain Spirit, Water Sprite, Rosy Dawn, Colorful Garment, Cloud Sea, Western Peak.

These were the eight earliest “ancestral” Nectar Armors. Apart from the Western Peak, which Chen Ping’an had obtained and lent to Wei Xian, Zhong Kui had claimed that only Mountain Spirit and Colorful Garment had been recorded to appear in the world, the others lost to time.

Martial Artist Sheyue remained silent, resuming her boxing stance and beckoning to the infuriating young man.

No matter how tough the fists, how elusive the person and the twin blades, could you truly kill?

Her eyes seemed to say, ‘If you have the ability, completely shatter this martial physique, and perhaps I’ll exchange a word or two with you.’

Chen Ping’an thought of the Western Peak Nectar Armor he had obtained by chance, making it hard not to recall certain people and events.

Sometimes, one had to admit that seeing and knowing more was not always easier, not always good.

Because it made one easily resigned to fate.

Fortunately, Chen Ping’an had resigned to fate only so that he could defy it at certain moments.

Otherwise, if the world’s joys and sorrows were to intertwine carelessly, it would be difficult for even the most casual person to bear.

Since Miss Sheyue was inviting a beating, he would show some sincerity.

As a pure martial artist, being overly concerned with male-female interaction was not heroic!

Chen Ping’an turned around and used the “Universe in the Sleeve” superior fifth realm divine ability to stow away the familiar pair of magic blades.

A challenge in boxing was a welcome event.

Chen Ping’an wished she would deliver a thousand or ten thousand punches, using the pinnacle of her summit realm martial physique’s boxing intent to strike him.

But even when Chen Ping’an suppressed his summit realm to the lowest level, even though Martial Artist Sheyue’s speed was fast enough, she showed no intention of throwing a punch, making it clear that she would either exchange a punch with Chen Ping’an or endure one with her physique, robe, and Seven-Colored Nectar Armor.

If Chen Ping’an were to be perfunctory, Sheyue wouldn’t care; she would simply leave on time when the incense stick burned out.

Therefore, Chen Ping’an had no choice but to stop holding back, to the point where even he felt guilty. He not only increased the power of his punches but also slightly accelerated his movements, shattering the illusory Nectar Armor with one punch, then the unnamable robe with another, and finally exploding Martial Artist Sheyue’s head with a final punch.

All transforming into moonlight.

Sheyue knew that further testing the young hidden official’s ninth realm was pointless. Her figure dissipated, multiplying into ten, scattered across half the Sword Qi Great Wall, with two figures appearing on the cliffside and the city wall.

No longer with the affable appearance of a round-faced girl, their forms varied: golden statues, sword-wielding immortals, and true forms of demonic creatures.

Even with his union with the Sword Qi Great Wall, Chen Ping’an was still uncertain of Sheyue’s true form, was it nine false and one true? Or possibly all true, or all false.

These presences, whether true or false, asked in unison, “Why don’t you use those sword immortals who emerged from the painting? Wouldn’t it be more time-saving and effortless?”

Chen Ping’an smiled, “The time it takes for an incense stick to burn is actually very, very long. It’s just that I have nothing to do, so I cherish every moment.”

As he spoke, Chen Ping’an stepped on something, his figure slowly rising into the air. Beneath him appeared a massive structure, resembling the White Jade Capital, emerging from the depths bit by bit, until finally, the apex of the White Jade Capital continuously ascended, almost touching the top of the sky.

Dressed in a Taoist “Crimson-Purple” celestial robe, the young hidden official resembled a true immortal of the White Jade Capital, his Taoist magic boundless, allowing him to stroll leisurely here.

He stepped onto the peak of the White Jade Capital, reaching a corner with the most intricate eaves.

Chen Ping’an reached out and grasped a sword immortal banner, gently tapping the void of the sky beside him, causing ripples to spread out in circles, layer upon layer, endless.

Sheyue suddenly asked, “I am not Liu Cai. You seem somewhat… angry? Do you have some suspicions about Liu Cai? Because I am not Liu Cai, it confirms something in your heart?”

Chen Ping’an’s expression was normal, and he casually laughed, “How is that possible? Miss Sheyue, don’t be so suspicious. How could I guess about someone who can let Miss Sheyue see all the moonlight in the world and wear out so many cotton shoes that she can’t even find him.”

Half of the incense stick had burned.
In an instant, Chen Ping’an stilled his mind and gathered his spirit, as if sinking to the bottom of an ancient well. His spirit, profound and serene, wandered freely, like a carefree journey. His thoughts followed the spreading ripples, and he smiled, saying, “Miss She Yue, as a demon cultivator, be more careful when choosing names in the future. Otherwise, it’s easy to expose the roots of your Great Dao. This is a major taboo when traversing the world, remember it well. She Yue, She Yue, it’s too obvious. You should learn from Fei Ran, whose literary talent is ‘fei ran’ (outstanding), sounding just like a refined scholar. After returning to your ancestor and taking the surname Chen, it’ll be even better.”

The ten She Yues seemed to possess a competitive spirit of “if you are one foot taller, I will be ten feet stronger,” multiplying from ten to a hundred to a thousand. All over the city walls, she was everywhere.

Among them, only one She Yue, appearing in her true form, looked up at the towering building and laughed, “But I’ve already chosen my name, the whole world knows it, how can there be an ‘afterward’? Besides, I don’t want to change my name.”

High in the sky, gentle breezes passed by, stirring the young man’s robes and sideburns.

He smiled and gave his answer, “In your next life, then.”

She Yue wasn’t too wary of Chen Ping’an’s next move; she merely frowned slightly.

He was only the eleventh?!

And that fellow standing at the highest point of the imitation Jade Capital seemed to see through She Yue’s thoughts, saying, “If it weren’t for being here, taking advantage of the opportune time and favorable location, I certainly wouldn’t even rank eleventh.”

She Yue suddenly felt a bit inclined to get serious with him, no longer just testing the waters.

Chen Ping’an didn’t add unnecessary words, only slightly tugged at the corner of his mouth. The fleeting playful expression was caught by She Yue in its entirety.

As if to say, it’s probably not feasible for me to beat you to death, and it’s actually not feasible for you to beat me to death either, so let’s both be serious and try again.