Breaking through from the Mortal Martial Realm to the Spiritual Martial Realm is a major watershed in cultivation.
Within the Mortal Martial Realm, the ninth level is also an important turning point.
Upon crossing the ninth level of the Mortal Martial Realm, one can mobilize external spiritual energy to support oneself in leaving the ground.
Simply put, being able to fly is very important.
The battle outside the airship continues.
The Demon Soul Sect didn’t send all their elites this time; it’s just that Wang Zanghai, having broken through a realm, couldn’t wait to cause trouble.
But even so, the combat power they brought cannot be underestimated.
There are five disciples above the ninth level of the Mortal Martial Realm and two disciples in the Spiritual Martial Realm.
Among these seven people, one at the first level of the Spiritual Martial Realm is leading three at the tenth level of the Mortal Martial Realm to besiege Mu Qinghan.
Her battle situation is the most dangerous and intense.
In terms of realm, she is at the second level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, one level higher than the opponent, and her combat skills are not inferior.
But with the interference and assistance of three other demonic path disciples, she hasn’t gained any advantage.
“Heaven Origin Sect, Sword Chess Pavilion Chief? Is this all you’ve got?”
Among the demonic path disciples besieging Mu Qinghan, the man at the first level of the Spiritual Martial Realm spoke in a sarcastic tone.
The black long knife in his hand was wreathed in wisps of black qi.
“I think you’re just a pretty vase. If you know what’s good for you, you might as well join our Demon Soul Sect. I guarantee you’ll…”
Before he finished speaking, a sharp sword light flew past his face, shaving off a few strands of hair.
Mu Qinghan’s expression was expressionless, the long sword in her hand trembling with a hum.
“Annoying.”
Then she turned her wrist, and the sword momentum suddenly changed.
The besieging few immediately felt an unusual aura surge.
Originally, Mu Qinghan’s sword technique was sharp and fierce, but now it suddenly became… gentle.
A warmth spread around, like melting snow in early spring, moistening the surrounding air.
That Spiritual Martial Realm demonic path disciple sneered disdainfully, “What? Know you can’t win, so you want to beg for mercy with such soft and weak moves?”
As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed the opponent’s aura gradually becoming calm, and the wound on her arm was healing quickly.
His expression changed, and he immediately understood Mu Qinghan’s intention.
“You want to heal? Don’t even think about it!”
But when he tried to launch a preemptive attack, he found his body becoming sluggish, and the circulation of spiritual power inside him was obstructed.
The other three Mortal Martial Realm demonic path disciples felt it even more clearly.
“This… what’s going on?”
Mu Qinghan’s eyes showed no trace of fluctuation; she changed her sword moves again.
The warmth in the air dissipated, replaced by a desolate aura, like the autumn wind, bleak and heavy.
“Playing tricks!”
That Spiritual Martial Realm disciple gritted his teeth and forced himself to swing his blade.
Mu Qinghan didn’t meet it head-on; her figure flickered, and the long sword lightly swept past the person.
In that instant, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and fine snowflakes drifted in the air.
The snowflakes fell on that demonic path disciple, immediately leaving a deep wound.
“Damn it…”
A disciple at the tenth level of the Mortal Martial Realm shuddered, his movements slowing by half a beat.
Mu Qinghan seized this opportunity, charged straight over, and pierced his throat with a single sword thrust.
Blood gurgled in his throat, then that demonic path disciple’s body rapidly froze, his eyes full of disbelief.
Until death, he didn’t understand what had happened.
The remaining three immediately retreated to create distance.
That Spiritual Martial Realm disciple’s face turned ugly, his gaze at Mu Qinghan filled with wariness.
“You… have been hiding your strength all along?”
Mu Qinghan did not answer; she pulled out her long sword, and the demonic path disciple frozen into an ice sculpture lost his life force and fell downward.
Snowflakes fell on her shoulders, on her blade, on her icy face.
She raised her hand, pointing the tip of her sword at the three opposite.
“Continue.”
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Lin An moved his limbs to get used to the weight of the armor.
Called armor, it was actually more like a close-fitting soft armor.
Silver-gray metal flakes layered upon each other, covering vital areas like chest and abdomen, with soft black fabric connecting the joints of arms and legs, not hindering movement.
At the lower back were two palm-sized devices, slightly bulging, with spirit-gathering formations engraved inside.
When he tried it on in the room, he worried it would look bulky, but unexpectedly it fitted closely.
With the disciple robe over it, one couldn’t tell he was wearing anything underneath without a careful look.
With a soft click, the two boxes at his back emitted a faint spiritual power airflow, making Lin An feel lighter.
The ambient spiritual energy in the air was slowly drawn in, converted into spiritual power and stored in the armor’s array patterns.
Even though he himself could barely provide any spiritual power, this set of armor could achieve basic balance of income and expenditure, as long as he didn’t use too many functions.
For example, right now, maintaining flight and basic protection was completely fine.
This was the floating array pattern mentioned in the manual, allowing short-distance flight.
Of course, the speed was not fast, and the height was limited, but it was still better than running on two legs.
Lin An stuck to the shadow of the cabin and slipped out through a small side door.
As soon as he poked his head out, he saw a human-shaped ice sculpture falling down.
Following the direction, he saw Mu Qinghan standing in the air, snowflakes falling around her, blood still dripping from the tip of her sword.
Lin An clicked his tongue.
‘This woman truly lived up to her name; even the sword technique she used was so cold and icy.’
But now was not the time to watch the excitement.
He looked up at the group of Demon Soul Sect flying boats hovering around the airship.
Most of the flying boats’ defensive formations had been activated, with dark red halos flowing on the hulls.
As the saying goes, to shoot a man, first shoot his horse; to capture bandits, first capture their leader.
He certainly couldn’t capture the leader, but he could still shoot the horses.
He touched the sword-shaped jade in his sleeve; the warm touch made him silently thank Gu Yingge again in his heart.
He took out a Conceal Breath Talisman and a Shadow-Concealing Talisman from his chest and slapped them on himself.
Two faint glimmers flashed, and his aura and figure became blurred.
Lin An made a big detour, sticking close to the bottom of the airship, slowly creeping toward the Demon Soul Sect’s flying boat group.
After repeated visual comparisons and a “bold” speculation about the power of this one-time immortal sword, he picked a target relatively in the rear.
Senior Sister Gu said this thing would track, so it shouldn’t require too precise aiming.
He glanced at the direction of their own airship.
The Heaven Origin Sect’s large ship was already entangled with several of the Demon Soul Sect’s vanguard ships; on the deck, sword lights and blade shadows flashed, and people fell from the air from time to time.
The two sides were not too far apart.
“You’re it.”
He raised his hand, threw it like a sandbag, “Go!”
The moment the sword-shaped jade left his hand, it emitted a low hum, and an orange-yellow trail streaked through the air, shooting straight at the black flying boat.
The next second.
Boom!!!
Lin An felt like the whole world had turned orange-yellow; a huge explosion sounded from not far away.
That black flying boat was completely engulfed by orange-yellow light; the defensive halo on its hull was torn apart like paper.
The hull broke in the middle, and the flames formed a small mushroom cloud.
Moreover, continuous shockwaves spread in all directions; the second, the third… exploded one after another!
Lin An was knocked into two somersaults in the air by the blast wave; only by relying on the frantic operation of the floating array pattern at the waist of the spiritual power armor did he barely stabilize himself.
At this moment, everyone not affected was stunned, staring blankly at the sudden explosion.
And Lin An, who had a bit of mental preparation, although his mouth was also wide open, what worried him more was that his own airship was also affected; the defensive formation held for a while before being torn apart.
The fragments of those Demon Soul Sect flying boats fell downward, embedding into the outer wall of the cabin.
More fragments and shockwaves swept past; the ship suddenly tilted to one side, causing exclamations on the deck.
Lin An saw several Heaven Origin Sect disciples shaken and staggering, and one unlucky guy had a splinter of wood stuck in his arm.
He swallowed his saliva, only feeling his head buzzing.
While worrying about causing trouble in his heart, he also felt an indescribable exhilaration.
‘This thing is really effective!’ ‘Indeed, art is a blast… no, art is an explosion!’
The orange-yellow flames were still burning; the remaining Demon Soul Sect flying boats nearby all turned away to flee, and the demonic path disciples on board looked over with shocked expressions.
Lin An hid in the shadows, quickly stowed the remaining two big killers, curled up and remained still.
‘The Conceal Breath Talisman is still active, the Shadow-Concealing Talisman is still active, can’t see me, can’t see me…’