Huh? Why were they fighting each other now? Weren’t they supposed to be senior brother and sister? How could they turn to swords so easily?

Still, this man named Qi wasn’t bad. He was actually willing to stand up for a fox he had never even met before, even against his own junior sister.

However, despite his Golden Core cultivation, it wouldn’t be easy for him to take on three other Golden Core cultivators alone—unless their cultivation levels were significantly lower than his.

Judging by their auras, they all seemed to be at the first or second level of the Golden Core stage. If Qi Hanshui wanted to defeat them, he would have to be at least at the third or fourth level. But from what Jun Zhu could sense, he was at most at the second level, which made Jun Zhu start worrying. After all, this man was only fighting because of him.

“What are you all standing around for?! Hurry up and catch that fox for me! Whoever captures it will not only be rewarded handsomely but will also receive my personal recommendation to my father!”

Hearing this, the three men’s eyes lit up. They were assigned to protect the young miss on the sect master’s orders, hoping to gain his trust and favor. If she spoke well of them to her father, they would undoubtedly earn his recognition.

Without hesitation, they responded in unison, “Apologies, Young Master Qi, but we must do this.”

With that, they sprang into action, summoning their swords and launching their attacks on Qi Hanshui.

If Qi Hanshui had faced any one of them individually, he would have easily won—none of the three were his match. But against three attackers at once, even his exceptional swordsmanship wasn’t enough to hold them all off.

Seeing that their focus was entirely on Qi Hanshui, Jun Zhu seized the opportunity to slip out of their battle circle. He planned to escape while they were distracted, but he had underestimated Murong Feixue’s obsession with him.

The moment she saw him move, she let out a piercing shout.

“The fox is trying to escape! Catch it now!”

This wretched woman! How infuriating!

All he did was scratch her, and that was only after she grabbed his tail first! Yet she was so determined to capture him that she was willing to go to such lengths.

One of the three cultivators immediately noticed Jun Zhu trying to flee. With a swift motion, he slashed his sword down at him, the blade moving at an alarming speed.

Qi Hanshui couldn’t stop it in time. His eyes widened in horror as he shouted, “No!”

Jun Zhu felt the danger behind him and turned his head—only to see a bright sword light cutting through the air at terrifying speed. His body was too slow to dodge, and the cold steel grew closer and closer.

He let out an internal sigh.

Could there be a more unlucky, more pathetic celestial demon than him? If the other demons who had suffered under Jiu Qing’s rule saw him like this, they would probably laugh themselves to death.

He, a proud celestial demon, had once dominated wherever he went. Yet now, he had fallen so low that even a few human Golden Core cultivators could push him around. What a cruel twist of fate.

And it was all because of that wretched snake demon, Mo Yao!

Just as the sword was about to strike, a surge of dark demonic energy shot through the air from a distance, striking the Golden Core cultivator’s weapon.

A sharp crack echoed through the courtyard.

The sword that had been about to cut Jun Zhu shattered into two pieces. One half clattered to the ground, while the other half flew backward with its owner, embedding itself into a wooden pillar in the courtyard.

As for the cultivator who had been sent flying, he crashed into the wall, spat out a mouthful of blood, and lay there motionless, unable to get up for a long time.