Wen Caishang’s eyes rippled with emotion, knowing that Li Xian’s body harbored strange strength. Both his Heavy Pupil Appearance and Perfect Appearance could enhance his Qi Power. Coupled with his Martial Arts foundation being a towering pillar, and his spine like a divine mountain, he was invincible here, capable of defeating hundreds and thousands. Yet, when she first witnessed the combination of Li Xian’s spear and sword, the subtlety of his spear techniques was beyond expectation, his Sword Dao having its own grace, deep and unfathomable, known only through hearsay. Those self-proclaimed righteous elders and disciples were mere opponents for one brief move, crumbled like dirt chickens and stray dogs, fleeing messily, screaming continuously, their masculine pride, ambition, and prestigious demeanor scattered to the winds, such power and force unheard of in the world! Furthermore, thinking of her young man overturning enemies for her brought unspeakable joy in her heart.

Wen Caishang glanced at the women of the Sword Sect, noticing their eyes filled with unusual light, flickering with shock, admiration, and reverence. She pondered, "It’s been such a short time, yet his skills have become increasingly impressive, even beyond my predictions. I boast of decent talent, but I’m not his match. He still lacks some experience, opportunities, and time to settle. Given time, surpassing me will be no issue."

"My young man surpasses me in skills, protects and loves me... naturally, this brings joy. I’m only afraid he won’t listen to me, and by then, I’ll have no control over him. I know his nature too well; doesn’t he always attract attention?"

Unable to stop fretting over gains and losses. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Eventually, everywhere cries of pain echoed; the enemies were all left without combat strength. Wang Zongzheng hung upside down on a tree branch, Hu Yueyue lay among scattered stones, Xiao Wanjian fell into the lake, Duan Yixin sunk into a mud pit, Hou Yuande suffered multiple sword and gun wounds, his blood flowing, needing to sit and perform Blood Solidification to survive.

The other disciples were disordered and scattered, their cries miserable, abandoning their swords in surrender. No longer daring to shout, they feared at mere sight, regarding him as a ghostly figure, shadows cast over their hearts. The women of the Sword Sect were stunned, exchanging glances in uncertainty, neither knowing whether to feel joy or worry, hidden among the crowd someone dared to cheer, but as soon as the sound leaked, they sensed it was improper, blushing, covering their mouths, pretending nothing happened...

Li Xian took a step forward, the half-raising disciples rolled and scrambled, no one dared to obstruct him. He mused, "This is quite an odd affair. I had long heard of the Five Mountains Sword Sect’s alliance, believing it a grand Jianghu event worthy of witnessing, thus experiencing it. Yet unexpectedly, through an unforeseen twist, I ended up beating all the Five Mountains Sword Alliance elders and disciples. Very well, resentment vented, yet issues still need resolution."

Li Xian addressed everyone: "I uphold my promise, only injuring, not killing. But if they continue to entangle me and my lady, let them not blame me for being merciless with my sword, ruthless with my spear."

Everyone remained silent; Xiao Wanjian, though domineering by nature and prone to intervene in things that displeased him, had Li Xian’s power ingrained in his heart, having truly been defeated, with his sword bent and his courage shattered; at this moment, even he remained silent in endurance.

Li Xian said, "Now the Sword Alliance’s female disciples can safely return. The issue’s root is not as shallow as it appears. I, Li Xian, do not hold kindness for repayment. If you do not remember my kindness, it’s nothing to me."

"But let me remind you, instead of seeking revenge on me and my lady, better ask your sect’s women who instigated this. Once the matter is clarified, should you still seek vengeance on my lady, so be it, I will certainly protect her."

Li Xian returned to Lake Heart Pavilion, whispering, "My lady, I have dealt with them; shall we leave?"

Wen Caishang, filled with tender affection, lightly nodded, thinking, "My Mr. Li La’s intent to protect me is genuinely profound. Not in vain do I... alone yearn for him." She raised her hand to signal for Li Xian to support her arm.

The two walked side by side, Wen Caishang’s steps as light as lotus petals, leaving Lake Heart Pavilion, addressing the crowd: "Today I am in a good mood. You may have cursed, bullied, or humiliated me, but my young man has already vented on my behalf. If anyone is dissatisfied, after leaving the tomb, you may seek me out. I will surely treat you with fine wine and work out a mutually beneficial solution."

"But hereafter, my young man and I have other important matters. If anyone foolishly interferes, my young man may spare you, but I certainly will not be so merciful."

She flicked a sleeve. The White Snake Soft Sword emerged, soft, resilient, sharp, and cold, incapable of elongation. Wen Caishang’s "Jie Xumiao Clothing" could store items in void, altering properties, making the soft sword extend suddenly. With her sleeve flick, the soft sword carved a fallen leaf until only its veins remained.

She softly said, "The fate of this leaf shall be yours."

"Mr. Li La... come with me." She pulled Li Xian and walked away together.

The whole Five Mountains Sword Alliance watched them leave, only slowly recovering once they vanished from sight. One disciple picked up the leaf veins, so frightened that his hair stood up; the sword aura left on it pricked his fingers with sword marks, bleeding profusely.

The women disciples rushed to assist, while the elders and male disciples all cried out, uttering "ouch" and "pain," complaining of their broken bodies. The leading elder gritted his teeth to avoid making noise, supported to the grass for rest.

The Sword Alliance was scattered across the ground; gathering them was difficult. After a brief rest, discussions gradually filtered through:

"Not human, not human, I... I have never seen such a fierce person!"

"His strength is extraordinary; four or five of us practiced the Barbarian Bull Swordsmanship, claiming robust strength. Yet, united in effort, he easily swept us away with lilting ease."

"More than that... his energy is like a dragon, growing fiercer with battle. Though tall, he isn’t particularly bulky. How can he possess such strange power?"

"Indeed, we are no match for him. No matter how many of us there are, it’s pointless; he is too formidable."

"If not for the mysterious influence of the bell’s toll, I wonder if my exquisite Sword Dao techniques could take him down."

The women disciples began bandaging everyone’s wounds, hearing their lively discussions: "Even without the bell’s influence, I doubt you could handle him alone."