Yun Jin looked at Xue Daoren, raising an eyebrow wordlessly before striking without warning.
Xue Daoren was startled. His expression twisted with anger and disbelief. "Yun Jin, don't push your luck! You're only at the Unity stage. If we really fought, I wouldn't necessarily lose to you. I've just been choosing not to waste my time on you."
But Yun Jin's attacks only intensified.
Xue Daoren was rattled.
What was with this woman? Her strikes were vicious, sharper than anything he expected.
Gritting his teeth, he shouted, "Do you even know what half my estate is worth? Just the spirit stones alone are astronomical!"
Yun Jin didn't seem to hear a word. The Tai'a Sword gleamed cold as frost.
Xue Daoren was beginning to buckle. He tried to negotiate. "Fine! I'll give you three-quarters. How's that?"
Yun Jin still didn't respond.
Xue Daoren finally lost his temper and roared, "What do you want from me?! Don't be so greedy!"
Yun Jin's eyes remained icy, devoid of all human emotion.
"Say something!" Xue Daoren shouted, nearly frothing with rage.
Yun Jin raised her eyes.
Her first sword fell.
It sliced across Xue Daoren's cheek.
"This blade is for the innocent mortals who died in agony."
The second sword came down. Xue Daoren barely dodged, but the hem of his robes caught fire.
"This blade is for the countless bones buried underground through the years."
The third sword struck, carving deep gashes across his chest. Flames licked at the wounds. He screamed in pain.
"This blade is for the grieving souls that still wail."
Yun Jin spoke calmly as her sword continued to fall again and again.
Xue Daoren's scalp prickled. His voice trembled as he shouted, "Wait! Yes, I've done some things in the Canglan Kingdom, but they didn't involve you! You can't seriously be avenging those mortals, can you?"
His face twisted in disbelief.
To him, Yun Jin was completely unreasonable.
Mortals?
The lowest of the low?
These powerless people—what difference did they have from ants?
And Yun Jin had chased him across three thousand li just for them?
She had to be insane.
What he'd offered her was worth far more than any mortal life!
But Yun Jin laughed coldly.
"The mortals you speak of are my people. Xue Daoren, offer up your head."
Xue Daoren's heart dropped.
She really was insane.
She truly intended to kill him over these mortals!
Yun Jin's white robe was stained with blood, her Tai'a Sword dripping crimson.
None of that blood was hers. It was all from demonic cultivators. Her white dress was soaked in it, but Yun Jin didn't care.
The more blood, the better.
She would offer it all, along with Xue Daoren's head, as tribute to the dead.
Her expression was blank, her blood-soaked figure radiating a quiet, chilling power.
"Madwoman. She's mad," Xue Daoren mumbled, then suddenly burned his own blood to escape.
But Yun Jin gave chase, her face as unreadable as ever.
In city after city across the Canglan Kingdom…
The people looked up to see a crimson aura fleeing into the distance, pursued by a blood-streaked woman in white, sword flashing in her hands.
"What's happening?"
"Who is that woman? She's chasing a demonic cultivator!"
"My cousin from the capital just sent me a spirit image! The rebellion there was quelled. Preceptor Qin and the others were rescued. The one who saved them was Yun Jin—Sect Master Yun!"
"That aura running away—that has to be Xue Daoren. And the one chasing him… It's Yun Jin!"
"They say Sect Master Yun swore to take Xue Daoren's head to honor the innocent lives lost."
"She's standing up for us mortals?"
A bystander stared in disbelief.
How many years had it been?
They had long accepted their place at the very bottom.
Qin Ping and a few others had fought for the mortals, earning respect through rare kindness.
But now…
Even Sect Master Yun—someone at the peak of the cultivation world—cared about their lives?
The master of the Wushuang Sect.
Yun Jin.
At that moment, countless people engraved her name into their hearts.
One man looked up at the blood-soaked Yun Jin, whispering, "Tai'a cuts across the skies. Her white robe is stained in blood for three thousand li."
Three thousand li of bloodshed.
Yun Jin's pursuit left a trail of carnage.
No one knew how many demonic cultivators died by her sword.
Bloodstained robes were usually a symbol of fear.
But to the people of the Canglan Kingdom, Yun Jin brought something else entirely—
A deep, unshakable sense of safety.
"So… how do we join the Wushuang Sect?" someone finally asked.
"If Sect Master Yun ever opens recruitment, I'll be the first in line!"
"Me too!"
"The Wushuang Sect is now my ultimate goal!"
"Sect Master Yun will prevail!"
From then on, every time Yun Jin passed through a city, the people erupted with joy. They shouted, cheered, doing all they could to express their gratitude. The first time she heard their voices, Yun Jin was stunned. Her eyes softened, just a little.
Cultivators, blessed by the heavens and supported by the Luck of the people, were always meant to protect the world of the living.
Yet now…
All it took was this small act, and the people were already thanking her with their whole hearts.
Yun Jin thought to herself—
This world is broken.
But that's fine.
She could fix it.
At the border of the Canglan Kingdom lay a desolate wasteland.
Xue Daoren, looking utterly wretched, was finally forced to stop. He'd burned too much demonic energy to keep running.
Yun Jin, meanwhile, showed no signs of fatigue. Her spiritual power seemed endless. At this rate, even without fighting, he'd wear himself out first.
Since she refused to listen to reason…
Then they'd fight to the end.
He might not lose.
Gritting his teeth, Xue Daoren charged at her.
A massive blood-colored serpent formed behind him.
Yun Jin didn't even blink.
She raised her hand, and a blazing fire dragon roared to life, towering over the serpent in sheer presence.
"Go!" Xue Daoren shouted.
The serpent surged forward.
The fire dragon launched into the air, clashing with the serpent in a devastating explosion.
Xue Daoren focused, pouring all his power into the serpent. But before he could do anything else, a sword shot out from the heart of the dragon. The blade pierced straight through the blood serpent. And in an instant, it was aimed directly at his forehead.
Xue Daoren's eyes flew wide open.
When had she hidden a sword inside the fire dragon?
Before he could even react, the blade burst through his skull.
Tai'a had struck dead center.
His demonic core shattered.
Xue Daoren collapsed to the ground, completely hopeless.
In the final flickers of his awareness, he saw the blood-soaked figure in white walking slowly toward him.
"M-madwoman…" Xue Daoren gasped with his last breath.
Then, his life faded away.
Yun Jin pulled Tai'a from his body and, without ceremony, severed his head.
She spoke evenly. "I said I wanted your head, so I took your head."
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