Chapter 89 Female-Dominated Cultivation World (10) Master

Liu Changning’s ancestor was in an irritable mood and vindictively bit the female cultivator’s pale finger.

She seemed unafraid of pain. Her slender fingers struggled and scraped inside his long mouth cavity, stirring up the frustration in his chest more and more.

It suspiciously raised its eyes. The woman before him wasn’t even looking at him. Her fingertips were poking and prodding, seemingly out of instinct, without any trace of intimate behavior.

The earlier “darling” seemed to have slipped out, merely a pet name for spirit beasts.

It was overthinking again! Again and again…

The little black bird half-closed its eyes. Although it kept reproaching itself for its vulgar thoughts, the trembling sensation in its heart hadn’t subsided one bit.

Since reaching an agreement in the cave that day, Liu Changning’s ancestor had a constant feeling of being bullied, but upon careful reflection, he couldn’t find any reason for it.

More frustratingly, while he couldn’t vent the shame and anger in his heart, this female cultivator was even more inexperienced than him.

When transferring qi, her soft touches poked and prodded, yet she herself was clumsy and ignorant about such matters, dodging ineffectively. Each time after transferring true essence, he was left gasping for breath from the disturbance.

When his beak occasionally touched her chest, it was even worse. Her body trembled, the softness moving up and down. Every time this happened, he angrily raised his head, only to see a panicked and humiliated expression on her face.

Liu Changning’s ancestor was furious but had no way to seek justice from Liu Changning. The frustration in his heart fermented and expanded.

Looking up, he saw that the three foolish female cultivators not only hadn’t been forced back, but had all drawn their spiritual weapons and surged forward.

The lesson of the broken sword earlier clearly hadn’t deterred the Three Tyrants of Li Gate.

Relying on the Nascent Soul stage elder Wood Cloud as their backer, the three women were stunned for a moment, then surrounded the person and bird together.

“Mere rogue cultivator? You dare tell us to get lost in Wuya City? Seeking death!” The strongest of the three, Huang Qin, coldly snorted, stepping forward to protect Mu Lanqing behind her.

Used to doing as she pleased following Mu Lanqing, even though she had just been stunned by the white-robed female cultivator’s spell.

Yet she was unafraid. She had just probed the white-robed rogue cultivator’s depth – this woman was only at the Foundation Establishment realm and bore no disciple token of the Ten Great Sects.

Nowadays, there were countless such lone rogue cultivators in Wuya City. If not for her stunning looks and skillful spell casting earlier that even shocked herself,

How could she have let this woman steal the limelight for a moment.

As the shock faded from her eyes, revealing contempt, Huang Qin’s words fell.

Mu Lanqing, who had just been shocked, came to her senses and snorted heavily.

Both at Foundation Establishment, yet to be humiliated by a rogue cultivator – this anger was hard to swallow. Moreover, the beauty behind her was looking at that female cultivator with fiery eyes.

Piling new and old grudges together, she swept her eyes over her two senior sisters beside her and ordered: “Kill her!”

The three exchanged glances, drawing their magical weapons with perfect tacit understanding.

Having done much killing and plundering in the past, their eyes were fierce, showing no mercy. The three magical weapons converged into three bright white beams of light, heading straight for Liu Changning’s face.

Sitting in the corner, the three female disciples of the Tianxin Sect looked gravely at their leading senior sister.

“Senior Sister, that female cultivator’s cultivation level is no match for the Three Tyrants of Li Gate.”

“Should we go help?”

The yellow-robed woman sitting at the head shook her head. The four had vastly different cultivation levels. Although the white-robed female cultivator had an impressive aura, she was only at Foundation Establishment, while Huang Qin of the Three Tyrants of Li Gate was already at early Golden Core stage.

With the three attacking together, the woman sitting by the window had no chance of winning.

“Wait a little longer… From examining her bones earlier, this woman is only twenty years old. To reach Foundation Establishment at twenty, with such beauty and celestial aura, her spiritual roots must be extraordinary. Let the Three Tyrants of Li Gate probe her background first. If there’s nothing unusual, recruiting her into our sect would be a great thing.”

“But this battle will damage her foundation… It may hinder her future cultivation.”

The leading yellow-robed cultivator’s gaze was sharp. She raised her hand, pointing at the female cultivator enveloped in light pillars. Her calm expression froze on her face.

She opened her mouth, staring at the distant battle with some surprise: “She’s actually going to win…”

The three younger women looked over following the gaze of the Tianxin Sect’s personal senior disciple.

The window was wide open, with cool breezes gusting in.

It made the white-robed woman’s clothes flutter by the white Eight Immortals table. Though surrounded by magical weapons, her expression remained unchanged.

Her slender hand casually pulled out three pairs of wooden chopsticks. Green spiritual energy gathered on the chopsticks as they swiftly left her hand.

They collided with the three bright white beams of natal magical weapons attacking her head. A “crack” of breaking magical weapons sounded in mid-air.

The three women’s natal magical weapons were all top-grade spiritual weapons, far more powerful than ordinary magical weapons. Wielding spiritual weapons often allowed one to kill across realms.

But now, the spiritual weapons were shattered by wooden chopsticks, falling from the sky like kites with cut strings, utterly defenseless. They dropped onto the marble-paved floor.

At this moment, with their natal spiritual weapons damaged, affecting their dantians, the arrogant Three Tyrants of Li Gate spat out mouthfuls of blood.

Liu Changning turned her head, her tea-colored eyes falling on the three. A few small creases formed between her brows.

She pressed her lips together, her cold voice carrying an imposing pressure: “Get lost. Leave the money for the damaged tables and chairs.”

The three women clutched their chests, their eyes full of boundless hatred behind their messy black hair.

Mu Lanqing glared fiercely at Liu Changning, gritting her teeth as she said to the two women behind her: “Let’s go!”

But unexpectedly, another wooden chopstick flew over, blocking the path in front of the three.

“Even beasts can understand human speech, yet you lot are not even as good as beasts? I said, leave the money!”

Mu Lanqing clenched her fists, her narrow eyes filled with blood-red color. Even though she hated her enough to eat her flesh and drink her blood, she dared not use her final underhanded move in this public place.