6: Chapter 6 The Great Retreat

"Mister, what should I do?"

Sensing Zhuge Jinyu's nervousness, Su Chen gave commands calmly.

"Calm down! Remember the trick I taught you last night."

"Inject spiritual power into the feather fan and fan it out hard!"

Hearing this, Zhuge Jinyu calmed down a bit.

She was already in a state of complete trust in Su Chen. Without hurrying, she raised the vermilion bird feather fan in her hand, which had a gradient of white, gray, and black.

She gave a light fan toward the pouncing Wang Teng.

There was no world-shaking momentum, only a wisp of seemingly weak vermilion flame that floated out silently.

When that flame met Wang Teng's sword qi, it swallowed it instantly.

Immediately after, the flame touched Wang Teng's body.

"Aaaah!!!"

A shrill scream, so sharp it didn't sound human, suddenly rang out.

Wang Teng's entire person was instantly enveloped in vermilion flames.

The flames were incredibly bizarre.

He tried desperately to circulate his spiritual power and even rolled on the ground.

But this feather fan was made from the feathers of a Vermilion Bird.

How could the fire of a divine beast be easily extinguished by a small Golden Core Realm cultivator?

The fire was like a maggot on a bone, crazily burning his flesh, spiritual power, and even his soul.

"Save me! Mother! Elder! Save me!"

Wang Teng rolled and wailed on the ground, his voice shrill.

The Wang family members were pale with fright. They wanted to step forward to rescue him, but were forced back by the terrifying high temperature of the flames.

In just a few breaths.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, that overbearing second young master of the Wang family...

...was burned into a pile of human-shaped ash right before everyone's eyes.

Not even a bit of residue remained.

A breeze blew past, and the ashes scattered.

The entire venue was dead silent.

Everyone, including Liu Xuan and Zhuge Yuan on the high platform, as well as all the elders of the Zhuge Family.

They were all like they had been hit by a freezing spell.

They stared dumbfounded at the girl in snow-white clothes holding the feather fan in the center of the field.

She stood there with a calm expression, as if she had just fanned away an annoying fly.

The sunlight fell on her feather fan, reflecting her cold and beautiful face, giving her a heart-palpitating majesty.

Zhuge Jinyu slowly put away the feather fan and bowed again toward the high platform, her voice remaining calm.

"The third round, thank you for the match."

Inside the mirror, Su Chen watched this scene of great victory in the outside world.

Feeling Zhuge Jinyu's rising body temperature, the corner of his blurred mouth curled into a satisfied arc.

"Well done, Xiao Yu."

Hearing Su Chen's praise, a faint blush appeared on Zhuge Jinyu's pretty face.

"Next... I'll leave it to Mister!"

Su Chen had already expected that suppressing Wang Teng with such means would surely bring out the older generation.

As expected.

"Teng'er!!!"

Wang Tengs Mother, that noble lady of the Wang family, let out an extremely shrill scream.

Accompanying her words, a huge black handprint formed entirely of spiritual power appeared out of thin air.

Carrying an aura of destruction, it crushed down toward Zhuge Jinyu.

The Spirit Transformation Realm elder, Wang Zheng, finally made his move.

Even though this was Great Qian and the Emperor of Great Qian was present, he was determined to suppress this little girl who had ruined the Wang family's future right here.

Even if he didn't succeed, he could test how much strength the Old Emperor of Great Qian had left!

This was Wang Zheng's only thought when he struck.

"Stop!"

"Elder Wang, why make things difficult for a junior?"

Almost simultaneously, Zhuge Yuan condensed an Eight Trigrams formation diagram.

Liu Xuan gave a long shout, dragon qi gathering around him as his physical body blocked the path between Zhuge Jinyu and Wang Zheng.

The moment they collided, Zhuge Yuan groaned and was sent flying while spitting blood.

The golden dragon phantom released by Liu Xuan let out a wail and directly dissipated.

His face turned pale, and he began to cough violently, his body swaying.

"This Great Qian really is finished..."

A fierce smile appeared on the corner of Wang Zheng's mouth.

It was one thing for Zhuge Yuan to be unable to stop him.

But the Emperor of Great Qian was an Integration Realm expert, yet he actually suffered a loss against a Spirit Transformation Realm like him?

This showed just how much the dragon qi on his body had declined.

Wang Zheng's eyes were cold, and he didn't stop for a moment.

A second palm strike had already condensed, even more powerful than before, prepared to finish off Zhuge Jinyu in one go.

Under such pressure, she couldn't help but fall to the ground.

"Mister..."

"Didn't we agree to leave it to me?"

Su Chen's voice was like a reassuring pill.

In the next second, a sharp sword hum and a brilliant sword light shot out from Zhuge Jinyu's chest.

Wang Zheng instantly sensed danger, and all his spiritual power defensive measures and magical treasures were deployed.

But that huge black palm and all his methods were completely sliced open by this sword strike, annihilated and dissipated.

He himself was sent flying back, his aura withered, crashing to the ground, his life or death unknown.

The entire venue was dead silent again.

It was even a hundred times quieter than when Zhuge Jinyu fanned away Wang Teng just now.

Just who was it that made a move?

To slash a Spirit Transformation Realm expert to near death with one sword—even Liu Xuan in his prime probably couldn't do that.

A blurred white phantom with an indistinguishable face, holding a long sword, quietly appeared in front of Zhuge Jinyu.

The phantom was about three meters tall, and one could vaguely tell it was a young man.

His eyes looked down coldly at the entire venue, finally fixing on the miserably struggling Wang Zheng.

A calm but majestic voice rang out.

"This seat's student—is she someone you can touch?"

"Begone."

Wang Zheng lay on the ground, and Wang Tengs Mother hurriedly landed beside him, feeding him pills to soothe his injuries.

Having just recovered a bit of consciousness, he found that he didn't even have the courage to look at this white phantom.

This turn of events left the Wang family members looking like they were in despair.

They could only accept their bad luck.

Wang Zheng struggled to get up and bowed deeply to the phantom.

"Thank you for your mercy, Senior. We shall leave immediately."

He no longer dared to stay for a single moment, nor did he even dare to look at Zhuge Jinyu.

Leading Wang Tengs Mother, who was full of resentment but didn't dare to show it, and the other Wang family members.

Like stray dogs, they quickly and gloomily left the Zhuge Family.

"I won?"

"I actually really won!"

Zhuge Jinyu stood in the center of the plaza in disbelief, then shed tears of joy.

She was, after all, only a fifteen-year-old girl.

Zhuge Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He wanted to approach his daughter, but ultimately just shook his head from the side.

His daughter was so outstanding, yet he had never noticed, and even had the idea of marrying her off.

As a father, he was truly... too incompetent.

The ones looking most like they were in despair were Murong Yue and those branch family disciples who were close to Wang Teng.

Anyone could guess that their future outcomes would not be very good.

The white phantom formed by Su Chen glanced faintly at Zhuge Yuan and the Old Emperor Liu Xuan, nodding slightly as a greeting, his face showing no joy.

"This disciple of mine is kind-hearted, knowledgeable, and exceptionally talented."

"If anyone dares to harm her, this seat still retains the right to strike at any time."

"I advise you all to behave yourselves."

Finally, his illusory palm gently patted Zhuge Jinyu's head, his voice softening considerably.

"Xiao Yu, you did well."

Immediately after, he spoke in a voice that only Zhuge Jinyu could hear.

"Master... needs to sleep for a while to recover. You must develop quietly and don't be reckless..."

Inside the mirror, Su Chen did feel a slight sweetness in his throat after unleashing that sword strike.

But he only needed a short rest.

As for why he said he needed to sleep for a while?

Naturally, it was because he planned to go and kill some people who shouldn't be let go.

Zhuge Yuan and Liu Xuan chose to give them a way out, but that didn't mean Su Chen would.

["Stupid Host, don't use your power so casually!"]

"I don't think I did anything wrong. This sword strike both protected Xiao Yu from harm and established her reputation, letting them know that there is a powerful existence like me behind her..."

["That may be so, but although the power I can give you is very strong, the total amount is limited."]

["Once the power is used up, Host, you will disappear from this mirror and return to the real world."]

["If you haven't trained her into a talent yet, the investment will be considered a failure."]

["So Host, use it sparingly!"]

"I know, I know."

Using the power bestowed by the system for the first time as the person in the mirror.

Su Chen felt like his head was splitting.

Although the power the system gave him was inherently strong, he was, after all, still just a boy from Earth with an ordinary divine sense.

Starting off by slashing a Spirit Transformation Realm with one sword was no different from a little chef boy ordering ten young models the first time he entered a club.

However, Su Chen could also begin to feel the sensation of controlling power.

The next time he used it, he would perhaps be much more composed.

"I really need to rest for a bit."

"I understand, Mister—"

"Jinyu will study the knowledge Mister taught me well."

"Mister... you must wake up soon..."

Su Chen closed his eyes in satisfaction.

Just as he was about to recover his strength, he once again felt Prime Minister Zhuge's broad bosom.

"Damn it, I dodged the senior sister, but I couldn't dodge Xiao Yu..."

Su Chen shouted unwillingly.

His whole person fainted inside the mirror in a sprawled-out position.

His only thought before fainting was...

...the fog on the mirror shouldn't be wiped away too much by her during this time, right?

...

One month later.

The border between Qian and Wei, Da San Pass.

This was one of the few passages for Great Qian to go north to Great Wei.

The valley was extremely narrow, only allowing a few carriages to pass, and was shrouded in mist all year round.

In the early morning, a carriage convoy that looked to be of high status happened to pass through here.

This group was the Wang family party that had just returned home after suffering a setback in Great Qian.

Because Wang Zheng had been sent flying by Su Chen's sword and was still recovering his cultivation, the entire Wang family convoy took a month to reach the Da San Pass area.

"What bad luck! I think the saying 'losing the wife and the soldiers' refers not to that young ruler of Great Hao, but to my Wang family!"

Wang Tengs Mother sat in the main carriage, her whole body trembling with anger.

She never expected that her son Wang Teng, who had the potential of a Great Emperor, would fall during this trip.

"Zhuge Family, Zhuge Jinyu, Great Qian, I will definitely make you pay!"

"Great Qian is about to be finished."

Seeing Madam Wang in such a state of collapse, Wang Zheng lowered his voice to a level only the two of them could hear and comforted her softly.

"Over at White Emperor City, Great Hao's trap has already been set. I heard that even their 'War God' has personally gone there."

"This time, the elite of Great Qian must be completely wiped out. Perhaps even that Liu Xuan of theirs will fall there!"

"When that time comes, let's see how they can still protect that jinx!"