102: Chapter 102 What does the Sword Sect's actions have to do with your Yin Yang Sect?

A white shadow darted rapidly, the moonlight-like sword light biting closely at the panicked green shadow ahead.

The White-robed Female Sword Immortal's emotions were in turmoil; shame and indignation bubbled like scorching magma in her typically calm lake of a heart.

The absurdity in that cave last night, the searing heat of skin pressed against skin, and that Rake actually... actually dared to make her assume such an incredibly shameful position at the final moment!

Various images played out in her mind uncontrollably, burning her earlobes until they were hot, her fingers gripping the sword turning slightly white from the force.

The Female Sword Immortal locked all her focus on that hateful green-robed figure ahead, her mind filled with thoughts of catching up and capturing him.

At the very least... at the very least, she had to teach him a harsh lesson and let him know the price of molesting her!

As for the surrounding environment? She had no intention of paying attention to it.

Because of this, she was genuinely startled only when a swift, pitch-black whip shadow suddenly shot out from the dense tree canopy to the side, like a viper flicking its tongue, striking directly at the moon-white longsword in her hand!

"Who goes there?!"

The Female Sword Immortal reacted extremely quickly, flicking her wrist, and the moon-white longsword traced an arc.

With a crisp 'clang', she accurately parried the sneak-attack whip.

The force transmitted from the whip was not weak, causing her sword body to hum slightly.

Her figure paused in mid-air, and she turned her head abruptly, her sharp gaze shooting toward the source of the whip shadow.

A black, graceful figure darted out from the tree canopy and landed lightly on a thick, protruding branch not far away.

It was a female cultivator who looked like a young girl wearing a black dress.

She was extremely beautiful, but at this moment, her willow eyebrows were raised, her almond eyes were wide open, and she was glaring angrily at her, while a pitch-black long whip in her hand twisted slightly like a living creature.

Ye Xiaoyao heard that familiar "Husband", and his heart first relaxed, then immediately tightened again.

It was Chaner!

He immediately stopped his Flying Sword, turned, and looked over, indeed seeing Ji Chanxi's figure.

It seemed that after Chaner escaped danger, she had followed her intuition to find him.

Ji Chanxi gripped the long whip tightly in her right hand, pointing the tip at the White-robed Female Sword Immortal, her voice filled with suppressed anger:

"What are you trying to do to my husband?!"

The White-robed Female Sword Immortal was first surprised and suspicious.

Who would dare to sneak attack her?

Upon hearing the word "husband" and combining it with the black-dressed female cultivator's angry gaze, she instantly understood.

So this Rake... actually had a Dao Companion!

And this Dao Companion was actually a Core Formation Cultivator!

This realization was like adding fuel to the fire, adding a layer of indescribable irritation to the shame and indignation in her heart.

What a shameless little thief!

Having a Dao Companion, and still daring to do such... such transgressive things to her!

Her pretty face was frosted over, her eyes looked coldly at Ji Chanxi, and her voice was like ice beads falling onto a jade plate:

"Where did this little demoness pop out from? How dare you act so presumptuously here!"

"Demoness?"

Upon hearing these two words, Ji Chanxi's anger flared up another three notches.

She hated it most when others slapped labels on her, especially since the other party was someone who wanted to kill Ye Xiaoyao.

"I am the Saintess of the Yin Yang Sect! Who are you calling a demoness? I think you're the one holding a sword and committing violence, looking more like an enchantress!"

"Yin Yang Sect?"

The White-robed Female Sword Immortal raised her slender eyebrows slightly, her tone carrying a hint of realization and faint disdain:

"That Demonic Path Sect from the Southern Border? Since it is the Demonic Path, what is wrong with calling you a demoness?"

"Pah!"

Ji Chanxi spat in anger, her eyes sweeping over the other woman's incredibly unfair figure, and she deliberately mocked:

"Calling us the Demonic Path? Which mountain ditch did you crawl out of? I see you... big-breasted and brainless, sticking out a big butt, holding a sword and putting on an act; you don't seem like a decent woman at all!"

These words were truly caustic and mean.

The White-robed Female Sword Immortal's voluptuous figure, which stood in stark contrast to her cold and aloof temperament, had always been her secret annoyance. Being mocked so bluntly by Ji Chanxi as "not a decent woman" was no different from pointing at her nose and calling her a "slut".

The Female Sword Immortal was so angry that her cheeks flushed red, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

She raised her head, her voice carrying the pride belonging to a prestigious Sect:

"I am the Saintess of the Vast Righteousness Sword Sect! The Vast Righteousness Sword Sect is a super Sect of the Central Plains; how could your mere Yin Yang Sect be allowed to slander and disparage us?"

"Vast Righteousness Sword Sect?"

Ji Chanxi sneered, cracking her whip in the air.

"I don't care what kind of cheap Sect you're from! A dignified Righteous Path Saintess, shouting to kill a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, bullying the weak with your strength—is this the style of your prestigious Righteous Path? I think you're the one who is truly cheap!"

The Female Sword Immortal knew clearly that this black-dressed woman was angry because she was chasing and trying to kill her husband, but she was also in a fit of rage herself and insisted on deliberately saying things to provoke the other party.

She lifted her chin slightly, her tone becoming even more arrogant:

"My sword Sect acts as it pleases; why would I need to explain to your Yin Yang Sect? Do you really think your tiny Yin Yang Sect is qualified to be mentioned in the same breath as my Vast Righteousness Sword Sect?"

Although this was an exaggeration, in terms of overall strength, the Vast Righteousness Sword Sect did indeed have a steady advantage over the Yin Yang Sect.

However, the strength of individual cultivators was another matter entirely.

Ye Xiaoyao was over ten zhang away, stepping on his Flying Sword, watching the two stunning Fairies in black and white trading verbal barbs in the air, attacking each other, hurling insults with endless variety, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

"Chaner's little mouth is really... formidable."

She was sharp and spicy when scolding people, not losing an ounce of momentum.

Hearing the White-robed Female Sword Immortal speak with such disdain for the Yin Yang Sect, Ye Xiaoyao frowned and muttered:

"Vast Righteousness Sword Sect Saintess? What a high and mighty attitude. Looking down on my Yin Yang Sect? Just wait until later..."

His eyes swept over the Female Sword Immortal's breathtaking curves, and a vague thought flashed through his mind.

"...I will definitely make you experience the power of my Pure Yang Sacred Body again."

Seeing the other party using her Sect to suppress them, Ji Chanxi was even more indignant. She pointed her whip at Ye Xiaoyao and shouted at the Female Sword Immortal:

"He is my Dao Companion! Why shouldn't I stop you if you want to kill him? Do you expect me to just watch you commit murder?"

The Female Sword Immortal heard this and sneered, asking back:

"So, he is your Dao Companion?"

She paused deliberately, raised her voice, and said with obvious questioning and deliberate grievance:

"Then why did he come to molest me? Since I have been molested by him, do I not even have the right to vent my anger and teach a Rake a lesson?"

Out of intense shame, indignation, and some unspeakable psychology, the Female Sword Immortal did not mention that she had been the one to succumb to the lust poison first and had actively pounced on him while delirious; she insisted that Ye Xiaoyao had "molested" her.

"What?!"

Ji Chanxi was struck by lightning, turning her head abruptly to look at Ye Xiaoyao, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Husband! Is... is what she said true?!"

Ye Xiaoyao immediately felt a massive headache.

How was he supposed to explain this?

Say he didn't molest her voluntarily?

But it was indeed him who helped her take off her clothes and finally... pressed on top of her.

Say she was the one who pounced on him first?

But the situation at the time was complicated and involved that strange lust poison and Dual Cultivation healing...

He opened his mouth, feeling that no matter what he said, it would sound like shirking responsibility or making excuses.

In the end, he could only offer Ji Chanxi a dry smile mixed with helplessness, embarrassment, and a hint of a guilty conscience.