Chapter 225

Zhu You squinted his eyes, observing the coiled giant dragon. “If we strike once more, it shouldn’t be able to hold on.”

KFC was restless within the domain. Seeing Ye Qiao thrust her sword forward nearly scared him to death. He hurriedly rushed out to stop her. “Wait! That’s not a flood dragon; that’s a true dragon.”

The fiery red bird lightly flicked its tail, and bright flames ignited as it moved. Previously, it could barely be called a chicken, but now it resembled a phoenix.

The phoenix, king of all birds.

KFC flew into the air, urgently reminding them, “And its target isn’t you all right now; it’s those two fools, Mu Chongxi and Chu Xingzhi.”

“During the fight just now, it chose its successors.”

KFC was somewhat unhappy. Initially, he wanted Ye Qiao to obtain the inheritance, but it turned out that the dragons, with their lack of discernment, preferred straightforward inheritors.

“A phoenix?” The patriarch of the Changming Sect was a bit surprised. Although it hadn’t awakened yet, it was already quite rare in the current cultivation world.

Upon learning that it was a true dragon, everyone’s expressions grew even more grim. No wonder it was so difficult to deal with.

The chosen successors were the two from People. With the dragon having made its choice, it no longer pursued everyone but focused on those two sword cultivators.

Mu Chongxi gathered his spirits, and the sword spirit of the Chaoxi Sword manifested, its light wrapping around the young man and merging with his sword energy. Having been healed by Ye Qiao’s sword energy earlier, both he and Chu Xingzhi were fully revived and simultaneously advanced toward the black dragon.

The surrounding breath continued to rise and fall repeatedly, the sound of the tail striking unceremoniously made one’s teeth ache just from listening.

Sometimes, the unyielding spirit of People was truly admirable.

No one knew how much time had passed. During the repeated blows and burns, Chu Xingzhi used all his strength to stab the Inch Snow Sword into the dragon’s weak spot. At the same time, the light of the Chaoxi Sword grew even brighter, slicing off the black dragon’s head with one strike.

As they landed steadily, the phantom dissipated, and two rays of light simultaneously surrounded them.

Inheritance usually depends on the recipient’s Way. If they practice the same Way, they can easily receive the inheritance together. But this felt disgusting, like being force-fed by someone else.

Mu Chongxi and Chu Xingzhi exchanged glances and vomited.

Mu Chongxi: “This is so disgusting. Why with him?”

Chu Xingzhi shouted even louder, “Ahh! Who wants to accept the inheritance with you?”

Qin Huai glanced at them lightly and sneered, “You sure complain after getting a good deal. If you don’t want it, you can give it to us.” He was frustrated, having worked so hard only for the inheritance to go to these two.

Chu Xingzhi: “That’s not happening.” His tone was cold. “Can’t let you benefit.”

They were clearly sick of each other.

Covered in blood, the two lay on the ground after accepting the inheritance. As the dragon’s shadow dissipated, perhaps to comfort or reward them, many treasures were left where the dragon had coiled.

Dragons love treasures, especially collecting shiny magical artifacts.

The magical artifacts falling before them were varied, including some only seen in books.

“Soul Gathering Lantern. It’s said that as long as there’s a breath left, it can be placed inside.”

Ye Qiao casually took it. “And this pill can enhance one’s physique. For example, talisman cultivators who aren’t good at close combat will gain strength with no side effects, but this change is minimal.”

After all, it’s not some divine pill, but if there are enough, giving them to talisman cultivators could prevent them from being utterly defenseless in close combat.

She thought of taking some back for Ming Xuan to avoid him getting beaten up by Chu Xingzhi and then coming to them to complain.

“Can we take them?” Ye Qinghan subconsciously frowned. “If we take everything, what about future generations?”

“Of course we take them. If we don’t, others will come and take them later. We can’t let them benefit.” Ye Qiao unceremoniously began sweeping up the treasures in the inheritance site.

One must be ruthless to one’s juniors.

The patriarch of the Changming Sect laughed, nodding in agreement. “Yes, indeed. One must be tough on juniors. It’s rare to see such a non-stiff direct disciple.”

Initially, Ye Qinghan and the others were reserved, but they soon realized that reserve was useless. The Changming Sect trio was too good at taking advantage; if they were slow, they’d get nothing.

Bandits… the observing patriarchs couldn’t help but sigh.

“The dragon’s share has been taken. There are a few left.” No matter what, they hoped these kids would get the inheritance, after all.

“Their inheritance is different from ours.” The old ancestor of the Chengfeng Sect spoke cryptically. Their inheritance was only sword techniques, but other inheritances included much more.

“The dragon’s inheritance is in hand. I wonder if this boy from the Ruthless Way can get the rest.”

In terms of talent and disposition, Ye Qinghan was top-notch.

However, he was a bit too cold.

His personality and worldview were too straightforward.

“Isn’t Ye Qiao quite good too?”

The old ancestor of the Chengfeng Sect assessed their cultivation levels and shrugged. “She’s only at the late Golden Core stage.”

He could tell that Ye Qiao’s strength was not weak during the battle, evenly matched with others. But being at the late Golden Core stage meant she couldn’t even touch the edge of the domain, which made it hard for them to trust her.

…

After the battle with the black dragon, aside from the two who received the inheritance and were exhausted, the others felt exhilarated thanks to Ye Qiao’s healing sword technique. Qin Huai was still determined. “Let’s keep searching. There’s still time before dawn.”

Clearly, he was a hard worker.

No one objected. Even if the elders didn’t choose them, finding and obtaining an inheritance would still be good. But they underestimated the strange creatures lurking in this ancient forest.

As they trekked deeper, there were hardly any paths in the lush forest. Struggling to make their way through, a dark figure suddenly darted by, making a rustling sound. They drew their swords in alert.

Soon, a man with seemingly impaired eyesight blocked their path.

“More disciples from the Five Sects, here for the inheritance?” His voice carried a strange laugh.

This place was similar to a secret realm, independently created by their forefathers. Only direct disciples could enter, and it had been lonely for a long time. Seeing live people was like finding a beloved toy.

The patriarch of the Changming Sect perked up. “It’s this guy.”

The patriarch of the Yueqing Sect’s voice was ominously calm. “Even I found him troublesome back in the day.”

“He can foresee the future, for several seconds at least.”

Even Nascent Soul cultivators, not to mention a bunch of them, couldn’t stand against someone with innate precognition.

As expected—

Apart from Zhu You and Ye Qiao, the rest were humiliated one by one by this man. He specifically targeted their vital points, clearly not holding back at all.

“I noticed a pattern,” Zhu You said with a twitching mouth. “This senior attacks whoever he hears a man’s voice from.”

“In other words, he kills any man he encounters.”

What was this?

A “Kill the Men” contest?

He didn’t fight female cultivators at all, only targeting the male ones relentlessly, as if they had desecrated his ancestral tomb.

Led by Ye Qinghan, the male cultivators were infuriated. The man seemed to enjoy killing them, specifically tearing their clothes apart.

In no time, their clothes were reduced to mere strips.

Their attacks were all anticipated and evaded by the senior, unable to truly harm him.

Although Zhou Xingyun didn’t have as strong a sense of shame as Ye Qinghan, he still disliked having his clothes torn apart. In a quiet tone, he said, “He can foresee the future. To deal with him, we must move faster than his foresight.”

The observing elders laughed quietly. “Are they really attacking one by one?”

The Dan Cultivator group adopted a group assault strategy, yet the Sword Cultivator group ended up being the good guys.

The visiting seniors from the Bishui Sect sighed, noting that Xue Yu was indeed poisonous.

Who knew where he learned this from.

Indeed, the training environment for Sword Cultivators seemed better.

…

Seeing all the sword cultivators stopped in their tracks out of shame, Ye Qiao twitched her mouth and tried a few moves with her Bu Jianjun.

The man seemed to know her intentions, dodging while maliciously grabbing her belongings.

He smashed the pills she carried.

He snatched away her prepared talismans.

Ye Qiao’s initially smiling expression gradually turned expressionless.

“Hahaha.” Seeing her change, he laughed joyfully. “I know what you’re going to do next. No one can defeat me here.”

The man clenched his fist and punched hard towards her abdomen. “Is this the best this generation of disciples can do?”

His face was full of mockery and ridicule.

Perhaps because Ye Qiao was a young girl, he didn’t tear her clothes, instead targeting her valuable items. Just before she could get close, he silently snatched her spatial pouch from her waist.

Ye Qiao’s spatial pouch contained all sorts of items, mostly spirit stones and magical artifacts.

Ye Qiao’s lips slowly straightened, her expression cold.

Noticing the change in their master’s mood, the sword spirits in the domain became lively.

Wow, it’s rare to see Ye Qiao angry.

The more agitated the sword master was, the more likely the sword spirits could take shape, like the Flying Immortal Sword did before.

This time, all the sword spirits were eager.

Ye Qinghan was stunned. From his understanding of Ye Qiao, she rarely got truly angry. But when she did, the consequences were devastating, like the flattened competition platform or the split secret realm.

Mu Chongxi mouthed at the man: You’re finished.

The man felt a chill down his spine.

Seeing the upcoming scene, he reflexively dodged, and then Ye Qiao’s curse seal struck down.

As expected, he dodged it.

Ye Qiao flipped the curse seal in her hand, her expression icy.

“Your domain?” she asked Ye Qinghan.

Ye Qinghan, barely covered in torn clothes, replied in a gloomy tone, “It’s active. He seems to have guessed its attributes and structure, so he escaped.”

“How can there be such a perverse inheritance?”

“Precognition?”

Ye Qiao gave a soft “oh” in understanding.

“Can it predict everything?”

She asked softly.

Knowing Ye Qiao couldn’t hear their conversation, the old patriarch of the Yueqing Sect shook his head. “Precognition isn’t omniscience. Actually, as long as she changes fast enough, precognition is entirely useless.”

The change referred to here wasn’t about sword techniques.

It was about the cards up her sleeve.

“Of course,” the man heard Ye Qiao’s response and smiled. “I can predict your next move and sword technique. So don’t bother struggling.”

He could foresee future scenes, including his opponent’s actions.

Ye Qiao gazed at him coldly, her emotions intensifying at the thought of her spatial pouch being taken. “Oh, precognition, huh.”

With the Bu Jianjun in hand, its black sword spirit took shape within the blade. Ye Qiao’s expression was cold. “Kill him.”

“Okay.”

The man smiled confidently. “Oh, a killing-type sword? How fierce.”

The Bu Jianjun grew irritated by his chatter. The black sword shadow whirled, creating a space of severance, surrounding the man. Ye Qiao drew the Feixian Sword and, while he dodged the Bu Jianjun, threw out her other three swords.

Precognition could indeed predict.

But the man couldn’t foresee someone who could use five different swords at will.

His prediction speed couldn’t keep up with her sword-switching speed. Feixian Sword, Jinghong sword—each had different attributes. The precognition inheritance was unbeatable in one-on-one scenarios, assuming the opponent wasn’t so versatile.

Seeing Ye Qiao continuously switch between five swords, each with different attributes, the images in the man’s mind became chaotic. From being in control, he became disoriented, having to dodge the sword spirit’s severance and the five attribute swords.

Because of the different attributes, he constantly needed to adjust his responses.

How could a normal person’s mind keep up with such adjustments?

Precognition didn’t mean photographic memory.

Ye Qiao’s eyes glinted with killing intent. Losing her spatial pouch had truly angered her. The Frost Sword flashed, and a white-haired girl appeared as a phantom before her. Hands crossed in front of her, like someone forcibly awakened, she opened her eyes with a cold gleam, expressionless as she spoke a single word: “Die.”

The ice-blue sword shadow transformed into sharp ice blades, piercing the man’s flesh, his expression freezing completely.

A person couldn’t, or at least shouldn’t, have so many sword spirits, right?