Chapter 527: I Only Want to Cultivate Hard

The Heaven-Man Great Longevity Fist indeed possessed unparalleled might, but Nangong Pushi’s saber techniques had already reached the Transcendent Realm through tempering in life and death. Her saber was not only as fast as lightning but also contained the hatred for Tuoba Pusa that ran deep in her bones; every strike targeted his vital points.

Facing the fist shadows wrapped in magnificent Luck and powerful Internal Energy, she advanced instead of retreating, her figure weaving nimbly through the wind of the fists and the shadow of the sabers, swinging her dual blades in alternation.

Although Tuoba Pusa’s Heaven-Man Great Longevity Fist was overwhelmingly fierce, it was repeatedly evaded by her exquisite footwork, forcing him to meet her Saber Qi head-on.

Every collision allowed Tuoba Pusa to feel an icy, bone-chilling killing intent spreading along his arms, causing his blood and Qi to surge, and even his perfect Immortal Physique faintly transmitted a stinging pain.

He grew even more horrified internally. This woman’s strength had become this formidable; even among the Immortal Realm experts, she ranked among the top. Especially that desperation born of risking everything, which made him, the battle-hardened God of War, feel unprecedented pressure.

Tuoba Pusa’s Great Vajra Physique was practically the ceiling for Physical Body defense in the snow, but that was only while he was in the snow!

The Nangong Pushi of today was not the Nangong Pushi from the snow! She didn’t have the Nineteen Stops, but her current saber momentum was far stronger than the Nineteen Stops!

Under the continuous slashing of Nangong Pushi’s saber light, the gilded Protective Aura on Tuoba Pusa’s body gradually showed cracks, and his perfect Immortal Physique began to show tiny wounds.

Finally, Nangong Pushi saw that Tuoba Pusa’s state of mind was unstable and instantly seized the opening. Her dual blades, like two silver snakes, slashed out in a tricky cross pattern, precisely cleaving into Tuoba Pusa’s chest.

With a ‘poof,’ the gilded Protective Aura shattered instantly. His perfect Immortal Physique was torn open by a wound deep enough to see the bone, and blood instantly erupted.

Tuoba Pusa grunted, staggering back several steps, his face showing disbelief for the first time.

He looked down at the wound on his chest, feeling his vitality rapidly draining away, his eyes filled with horror and unwillingness.

Nangong Pushi showed no pause, her figure following closely behind. Her dual blades were raised again, the saber light shimmering with cold light, preparing to deliver the fatal blow to Tuoba Pusa.

“No…” Tuoba Pusa only managed to utter one syllable before Nangong Pushi’s saber descended, cleanly severing his neck.

Blood sprayed out, and his head rolled onto the ground. His eyes, filled with unwillingness and shock, remained wide open, as if he still couldn’t believe his own demise.

Nangong Pushi retrieved her saber and stood still, looking at Tuoba Pusa’s corpse on the ground. The flames in her eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a relief-filled exhaustion.

The hatred of many years was finally avenged. She let out a soft breath, and her tightly held body swayed slightly.

Yu Xian stepped forward and supported her arm, a hint of concern in his eyes.

The Four Little Ones also gathered around, anxiously asking if Nangong Pushi was alright.

Yu Chenning put away his long sword and looked at the corpse on the ground, his small face serious. This person was indeed formidable; he was temporarily no match for him! However, only temporarily; given time to grow, this person might not be his opponent in the future!

The Women also walked up, looking at Nangong Pushi with relief in their eyes, congratulating her on avenging her great hatred.

Facing The Women, Nangong Pushi revealed a gentle smile. That smile dispelled the frost that perpetually shrouded her brows, like ice and snow just beginning to melt, adding a touch of lively warmth to her already peerlessly beautiful face.

She nodded lightly, her voice carrying a barely perceptible hoarseness, yet unable to hide the relief in her heart, she said, “Thank you, Husband, thank you, Sisters.”

The hatred of the past was like a heavy shackle, finally lifted completely at this moment. She felt an unprecedented lightness throughout her entire being.

“Now that Sister Nangong has avenged her great hatred, should we continue staying on the grasslands?” Li Qingluo asked.

They had been traveling for leisure, but their true purpose was to accompany Nangong Pushi in her revenge. Now that Nangong Pushi’s last enemy was dead, their subsequent itinerary naturally needed to be replanned.

Although the scenery of the grasslands was beautiful, it was ultimately not a place for a long stay. With the death of the North Mang God of War, North Mang would surely descend into turmoil, making it unsuitable to linger there any longer.

“Then is there anywhere you wish to go?” Yu Xian asked The Women.

“We know very little about this world. Although we have gained much knowledge along the way, we currently have no destination. We should primarily ask Han Yi, Ruoyi, Luoxia, Nangong, and Nanwei for their thoughts, as they are all more familiar with this world than we are,” Ning Zhongze stated.

They actually had no specific goals. Every step they had taken before was accompanied by a certain purpose.

For example, going to Jian Xin Tomb was to procure swords for The Women, going to Dongying was to destroy Dongying, and going to Liyang, Wudi City, and North Mang were all to help Nangong Pushi take revenge. Therefore, where to go next depended on what ideas the natives had.

Li Hanyi shook her head. Her nature was aloof; she only pursued a higher Dao of the Sword. When she was in Xueyue City, she spent most of her time Cultivating and comprehending the Dao of the Sword, so she had no particular place she wished to visit.

Ye Ruoyi also shook her head. She only wanted to follow her Husband, riding horses through the Jianghu; where they went didn’t matter.

Yin Luoxia also shook her head; things were very good as they were now.

Pei Nanwei shook her head so vigorously it was like a rattle drum, “I only want to Cultivate diligently.”

She was originally someone without any Foundation and held little interest in martial arts. However, after following Yu Xian, seeing so many sisters in the family possessing profound cultivation and superb skills, while she, the little weakling, constantly needed care.

Especially during their journey, not only The Women but even the children had displayed great Divine Might, which made her blood boil with excitement, feeling both envious and slightly disappointed.

She deeply understood that only by improving her own cultivation could she truly integrate into this power-filled collective and cease being a burden that required constant looking after.

Moreover, past experiences taught her that without strength, one could only be manipulated. Now that she had the protection of Yu Xian and her sisters, she needed to seize the opportunity to train desperately, striving to catch up with everyone soon.

Even if she couldn’t exact revenge as swiftly as Nangong Pushi, she should at least have the ability to protect the people she cared about, no longer having to hide behind others when danger arose.

After Yu Xian improved her Physique, she yearned to possess enough strength to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with her sisters and contribute a small effort when her Husband needed it, instead of being a drag.

Therefore, she focused all her thoughts on Cultivating, only hoping to raise her Realm soon and no longer be that frail woman with no strength to even truss a chicken.

“Don’t put too much pressure on yourself. With us here, we naturally won’t let you be bullied,” Ning Zhongze patted Pei Nanwei’s hand gently, comforting her with a mild tone.

She observed the almost stubborn determination in Pei Nanwei’s eyes, feeling both heartache and understanding.

This girl had not had an easy journey. Now that she had support, she wanted to desperately grasp this stability and never return to the past where she could be bullied at will.