CHAPTER 395: CHAPTER 382: IF YOU’RE NOT EMBARRASSED, OTHERS WILL BE

"Is it over there?" As soon as her consciousness returned to her body, Liu Rouxin sensed the gazes from Liang Yi and Su Youyi.

"Mhm, Jia Xian has already been taken care of by Senior Xu. He just sent us a message asking us to go over," Liang Yi nodded, recounting the message he received just now. Although he didn’t know what Liu Rouxin was doing just a moment ago, he could easily guess that she had gone to chat with the Blood Demon inside her.

"That quick?" Liu Rouxin was surprised, pondering how much time had passed.

"That thing is neither human nor Blood Demon-like. It looks like its three types of power are balanced, but in reality, it hasn’t mastered any of them. Add to that its intelligence issues, and its strength is probably even weaker than a fresh Eighth Realm cultivator, meow." Old Master Orange scoffed at Jia Xian with disdain. Did he really think having more power made him strong?

"If it wasn’t for that terrifying recovery ability, the Jia Xian in that state wouldn’t actually be a match for any of the three Seniors," Su Youyi also commented from the side.

She saw things very clearly. When she first started her cultivation journey, her mentor had advised her that power lies in refinement, not in abundance. In the history of the Cultivation World, there were cultivators who had attempted to follow both the Sword Dao and the Blade Dao, but after three epochs, the Cultivation World still primarily distinguished between the two paths, and there are reasons for that.

"Alright, alright, you all know so much, let’s hurry over," Liu Rouxin reverted to her usual brusque demeanor in front of others and walked out of the cave mansion first, covering her ears.

After determining the direction, Liu Rouxin transformed into tunneling light and vanished.

"That’s why I hate kids, meow." Old Master Orange showed an exasperated expression. He truly did not want to deal with mischievous kids.

"Speaking of age, she seems to be quite a bit older than you..." Liang Yi chuckled, reminding him.

"Speaking of birth time, each of you ought to be calling me the grandfather of your grandfathers, meow," Old Master Orange huffed and, with a leap, landed on Liang Yi’s shoulder.

Liang Yi grinned, speechless. By that reasoning, it seemed quite true.

"However, Old Master Orange and Liu Rouxin are indeed somewhat alike; both have a childlike side," Su Youyi, who was rising with the light of escape alongside Liang Yi, suddenly said. She truly felt that the two of them shared some similarities.

"Fair point, indeed," Liang Yi thought about it and felt it made sense.

Old Master Orange on the shoulder couldn’t be bothered with these two and rolled his eyes before closing them, adopting an out-of-sight, out-of-mind attitude.

By the time Liang Yi and Su Youyi arrived, Xu Yi and others were already waiting there.

"How’s that, was the idea I put forth any good, meow?" The moment Old Master Orange saw Xu Yi, his spirit perked up, and he smugly asked. It was this fellow who initially thought his idea was stupid; now it must taste sweet as honey.

With that statement, Liu Rouxin, who was chatting with Liu Yishou, gave a fierce glare. That smug look on the face of someone gloating was really annoying.

"It’s alright, I suppose. It certainly was unexpected," said Xu Yi, raising an eyebrow, yet he did not deny it.

In his opinion, traps should be laid as secretly as possible. Who would throw a treasure onto an island and claim it was a perfect trap?

If it were before, Xu Yi would have surely thought such a person was brain-damaged. But now, he realized that to deal with a brain-damaged person, using a brain-damaged method might just work wonders.

"Achoo! Who’s talking about me, meow..." Old Master Orange suddenly sneezed and looked around, but he saw nothing unusual.

"Alright, I’ve killed Jia Xian. The problem here is resolved. Let’s head out," Xu Yi said, and with a wave of his hand, a door suddenly appeared in the Void, following the trail of his right hand’s movement. It was identical to the one they had used to enter.

"The rights to enter and exit this space are exclusive to the Sect Master, so even if Jia Xian had an unbeatable home ground advantage here, he couldn’t leave," Xu Yi noted, catching Liang Yi’s inquisitive glance and instantly guessing what the young man was thinking.

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"I see." Liang Yi finally understood; he had been wondering why Jia Xian, who had formed the core of this space, had not been able to leave.

Even if he was not sober at the time, as an Eighth Realm cultivator, shouldn’t he at least have realized it was dangerous to stay here? But so much time had passed without him leaving, which was quite baffling.

"In the end, Jia Xian actually did regain his consciousness, but he showed no sign of remorse, which is really lamentable..." Liu Yishou sighed softly.

"What’s most attractive about cultivation is the ability to live a long life. Facing the great terror of life force running out, those who haven’t experienced it wouldn’t understand." Zhou Yuqing spoke calmly, as she had become used to such things.

As the third princess of the Xuanzhou Immortal Dynasty, she had seen many Royal Tributor desperately despair when faced with the fate of their life force being exhausted.

Liu Yishou fell silent.

He knew his own situation best. Liu Yishou had already realized that being able to break through to the Eighth Realm was indeed a benefit of the continued boon on the Immortal Path.

With his talent and aptitude, to break through to the Ninth Realm was simply wishful thinking, so unless something unexpected happened, he too would face this predicament countless years in the future.

"Why think so much about it? We from Blood Control Sect have always lived and died by the sword. A person can lack arrogance but must never lack backbone!" Xu Yi saw the somewhat dispirited Liu Yishou, laughed out loud, and then spoke loudly.

"Rouxin, recite the cultivation principle of Blood Control Sect!"

Liu Rouxin rolled her eyes. Everyone here is normal. Backbone is fine, but don’t treat us like fools, okay? Who would yell out that embarrassing declaration when they have nothing better to do?

It was then that Liang Yi, who was listening by the side, suddenly remembered something. Wasn’t Blood Control Sect’s cultivation principle the one jokingly referred to by players in a previous life as the "Stubborn and Foolish Principle"?

Every time players from Blood Control Sect went out to fight, they always had to shout this phrase, which made others cringe so hard that they could almost shed a layer of skin. But there’s a saying, do something embarrassing, and as long as you’re not embarrassed, the embarrassed one is others.

"Cough..." Xu Yi, who did not receive a response, coughed awkwardly, then decided to say it himself.

"Those who block my way, I will cut down! When in doubt, I will cut! Those who disturb my mind, I will cut!"

"Yikes..." Liu Rouxin’s face twisted with disgust. These were the lines that disciples of Blood Control Sect hung on their lips every day, almost as if they were possessed.

It was one of the main reasons why she liked to bully the disciples. She just couldn’t stand to hear someone reciting it, getting goosebumps even just listening to it.

But the damned disciples viewed these words as the truth, reciting it whenever they had the chance, even in front of her—weren’t they asking to be beaten? These kinds of extremely idiotic lines, she had only seen in stories from the mortal world. What normal person would say such things?

She got along with everything about Blood Control Sect except for this; she truly couldn’t tolerate it.

Su Youyi quietly held onto her senior brother’s sleeve; this was the first time she had experienced such awkwardness, especially since Xu Yi had recited it with such a sacred expression, she really couldn’t understand.

"I can’t take it anymore, meow." Mr. Orange was just short of covering his ears and eyes, as if to say, "I’m blind, can’t hear."

Liang Yi rubbed his shoulders, if it weren’t for his high level of points in Qinglian Creation, Mr. Orange’s actions just now would have left several marks on his shoulders.

He himself had a very high resistance to this, after all, the act of chanting with a solemn expression had gone out of fashion among players, and now the real powerhouses all come with their own BGM and monologues.

That was the kind of scene that truly made people cringe to the point of curling their toes.