Chapter 92: The Death of Jiang Ziyi

The Water Jiao Silk that Jiang Zi Yi refined was a method her master had once chanced upon, then taught to her. Yet, lacking many crucial materials and facing a complex, arduous forging process, she now possessed only its embryonic form.

Even so, just the prototype of this treasure, paired with the Water Jiao Chant technique, exuded an extraordinary aura, its presence sharp and intimidating. If, in the future, she could fully refine this life-bound treasure, its power would surely multiply severalfold.

Boom!

The vast surge of water, imbued with the ferocious spirit of the jiao, crashed against the sea of thunderfire sword aura rushing toward Jiang Zi Yi. The collision erupted in a deafening roar, startling countless birds and beasts into fleeing the forest.

The impressive Nine Palace Thunderfire Sword Silk Array, upon meeting the Water Jiao Chant, was broken through by sheer force and gradually dissipated. Yet, Jiang Zi Yi’s life-bound Water Jiao Silk also rippled with disturbance; the jiao shadow swimming within grew dim and languid, clearly affected.

Linked to the fate of the Water Jiao Silk, Jiang Zi Yi’s face instantly lost color, turning pale—she had suffered backlash. But without hesitation, the moment she shattered the sword array, she pointed at Jiang Min. Her life-bound Water Jiao Silk, floating around her, condensed a long watery spike that shot toward Jiang Min.

Roar!

The spike, nearly ten feet long, carried the shadow of a fierce jiao spirit, surging at Jiang Min with astonishing speed. Where it passed, fierce winds swept up leaves and dust, its presence oppressive and murderous.

“This is the Water Jiao Silk’s strongest move—Water Jiao Strike. Once unleashed, even those of my realm cannot withstand it. Jiang Min, you’re dead.”

Jiang Zi Yi’s cold eyes gleamed with cruelty. Though this attack would drain much of the water jiao soul’s blood essence within the silk, requiring lengthy nurturing to recover, she did not hesitate to use her strongest means to kill Jiang Min.

So long as she killed Jiang Min and seized her fortune and treasures, the loss was acceptable. More importantly, she had to eliminate a future deadly threat; Jiang Zi Yi knew well how terrifyingly fast Jiang Min grew. If not slain today, Jiang Min would bring her no end of trouble.

Their enmity had begun the moment she stepped onto Flowing Cloud Peak—an irreconcilable feud.

As Jiang Zi Yi raised her finger, Jiang Min’s own hands blurred in swift motion, forming seals. A sea of purple thunder spread out, the sizzling sound making one’s scalp tingle, and soon formed a vast ocean of lightning.

Five Thunder Technique!

Strictly speaking, the Five Thunder Technique was not merely a spell, but a method of producing thunder through the five elements—a way to command lightning, infinitely variable and growing stronger with cultivation.

After studying the sword path, Jiang Min rarely used spells in combat, favoring sword techniques. But today, seeing Jiang Zi Yi’s life-bound treasure was a water spirit tool that controlled water and jiao, she recalled the Five Thunder Technique.

Thunder, after all, subdues water jiao.

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A sea of purple lightning, radiant and dazzling, reflected in Jiang Min’s bright eyes. Her gaze sparkled as she formed a sword seal; all the thunder seemed summoned by some law, converging like tides into a long sword of lightning.

Sizzle!

The sword, forged entirely from lightning, radiated divine power. Yet Jiang Min felt it was not enough. With a gesture, countless thunderfire sword auras and devouring force twined around it like vines, merging into the blade. Its hue deepened, its edge razor-sharp, exuding a dangerous aura.

“Go!”

With a flick of her fingers, the lightning sword shot toward Jiang Zi Yi, meeting the roaring Water Jiao Strike head-on.

In action, the moment was but an instant.

The lightning sword, barely three feet long, faced the Water Jiao Strike, which spanned nearly ten feet and accompanied a low jiao roar, its ferocity overwhelming. In comparison, the Water Jiao Strike seemed the stronger.

The two attacks collided in the forest.

Boom!

Violent currents swept out, snapping and uprooting trees. At the center of impact, the outcome was determined in a heartbeat.

In Jiang Zi Yi’s widened eyes, the three-foot lightning sword, astonishingly powerful, tore through her proud Water Jiao Strike and continued toward her, its momentum undiminished, trailing a long tail of thunder.

“That’s not the strength of a Foundation Establishment novice!” Jiang Zi Yi was stunned. How could this be? Her fierce Water Jiao Strike was utterly overwhelmed by Jiang Min’s lightning sword.

Jiang Min had only just formed her foundation.

How could she be so powerful?

Though she found it hard to accept, she dared not underestimate Jiang Min as the lightning sword approached. Gritting her teeth, she poured all her spiritual power into the white jade bracelet on her wrist.

Buzz!

A radiant shield of golden spiritual power enveloped Jiang Zi Yi, dense energy flowing across its surface, emanating a terrifying pressure.

The instant the golden shield appeared, Jiang Min felt its oppressive aura and frowned slightly, thinking, “Is this a defensive shield condensed by a Core Formation cultivator’s power? Did Jiang Zi Yi’s master leave her this means?”

“If I kill Jiang Zi Yi, will her master use this to track me?”

At that thought, a flicker of ruthlessness passed through Jiang Min’s eyes. Jiang Zi Yi must die, and as for the shield, she had her own ways.

Her thoughts lasted but a blink; the lightning sword tore through the Water Jiao Strike and crashed against the Core Formation cultivator’s shield.

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Jiang Zi Yi was full of confidence.

This was a defensive means bestowed by her master, the power of Core Formation sealed within the white jade bracelet. No matter how formidable Jiang Min was, she could not break this shield.

She had already begun to form seals, planning to block the attack, then escape with her Sky Net Silk and summon her partner Zhang Xun to hunt Jiang Min together. She had once thought herself enough, but now she realized reinforcements were needed to deal with this thorny problem.

Jiang Zi Yi looked at Jiang Min, her gaze cold as snow, her voice seething with anger: “I should have finished you when you were still a servant—”

“Ugh!”

A muffled groan escaped her.

She looked down in disbelief at the lightning sword lodged in her chest.

Before her eyes, the formidable golden shield had been pierced, a hole torn through it. In the next instant, all the shield’s spiritual power was forcefully dragged toward the lightning sword by an unknown devouring force, drawn in and consumed until nothing remained.

On the lightning sword, the thunder and sword aura gradually faded, revealing a plain peach branch hidden within.

The Peach Branch’s power lay in its devouring force—it consumed the essence of all things.

Had Jiang Zi Yi defended with Sky Net Silk or Water Jiao Silk, perhaps the branch would have been entangled and restrained, unable to act. But a spiritual power shield only served as its nourishment; even any restrictions or secrets left within would be utterly eroded, leaving nothing behind. Thus, no means could ever trace Jiang Min…

Jiang Zi Yi opened her mouth, about to speak, when a fierce devouring force erupted from the peach branch lodged in her chest.

She suddenly realized something.

Terrified, she cried out to Jiang Min.

“No!”

Jiang Min’s expression was unmoved, coldly watching as Jiang Zi Yi’s terror drove her eyes wide, her skin shriveling until she was nothing but a withered corpse. Even the consciousness and soul hidden in her sea of awareness were devoured and annihilated.

“People as arrogant and domineering as you should have died long ago.”

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