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"Song Qingwu, how dare you lay a hand on me!"
I pretended to be surprised, "Junior sister, don't talk nonsense. I'm just a mortal. How could I possibly beat a powerful Foundation Establishment expert like you?" With a sarcastic remark, the pitch-black night couldn't hide the anger on Junior Sister's face.
Lin Qian'er's cultivation was truly impressive. Her efforts to climb up to Wei Zhao were all for the sake of gaining more cultivation resources. The explosion's shockwave attracted numerous disciples, including Wei Zhao.
He anxiously stepped forward to check on the injuries of the junior martial sister, then pointed his sword at me: "Song Qingwu, how dare you use a weapon to harm the junior martial sister?"
I snorted a few times. "A mere disciple of sect, daring to show disrespect to the sect leader?"
Wei Zhao sneered. "Sect leader? A mere mortal like you, can you also become the sect leader of Cang Yao Sect? Who in the sect would respect you?"
I was puzzled and said, "Why should I care whether you submit to me or not? If anyone disobeys, I'll just kill them. Do you think the cultivation world lacks useless disciples?" There was a collective gasp from the surrounding voices.
The sword spirit of Cangyao Sword hurriedly transmitted to me, "Hey hey hey, I submit, don't come at me again. I'm old, I can't handle the trouble like you young people..." Wei Zhao looked at me with eyes like dead objects, drew his sword, and stabbed towards my heart.
When he was three feet away from me, a mechanical voice entered my mind: "Unidentified object detected. Defense system fully activated, immediately launching missile pursuit!"
Eight intercontinental missiles flew like arrows, heading straight for Wei Zhao's forehead. He obviously didn't recognize what kind of weapon this was. But instinct told him that getting hit would mean certain death.
Wei Zhao fled in a panic, the eight missiles sandwiching him in the middle, exploding into brilliant fireworks in mid-air. Fear was evident on the faces of all the disciples.
Even with his Golden Core cultivation protecting him, Wei Zhao was still injured, his spiritual veins damaged. He covered his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
I finished watching the fireworks display with a sense of unfulfilled longing, raising an eyebrow: "The truth of this world is indeed within the range of the cannon." "So, Second Junior Brother, do you have any other truths... cough... anything else to say?"
Lin Qian'er cried out as she helped Wei Zhao up, shouting at me: "Song Qingwu, you are just a mortal, relying on a few magical weapons in your hand, and you want to secure the position of the sect leader. It's simply a pipe dream!"
I nodded thoughtfully. The junior sister was right.
So, I want the weapons, and I also want the cultivation! I want everything! I want the lives of these despicable men and women too!
Pointing at the barely alive Wei Zhao, I said, "When my father was in power, he arranged a marriage for me with my second martial brother. Since that's the case, let's get married soon!"
Laughter erupted around me, seemingly mocking my overestimation of myself, thinking that by marrying a cultivator, I could secure the position of sect leader.
No cultivator has ever been willing to marry a mortal since ancient times. Lin Qian'er put on a victorious smile on her face again. As for Wei Zhao, who was as stubborn as a mule, he looked at me with disdain and showed his unique confidence, saying, "Marry you? Are you even worthy as a mere mortal?" I was surprised and said, "Who said I want you to marry me? I meant for you to marry me!"
"As a disciple, you are marrying the head of the Cangyao sect."
"To put it more bluntly, it's a marriage of convenience!"
"Taking in a rooster that doesn't lay eggs and loves to crow, marrying you is already giving you face."
Wei Zhao His face twisted in a grimace, trembling with anger. He gathered his spiritual power again, ready to charge at me, before the defense system could even start. The Cangyao Sword in my hand flew out first. The two swords clashed in mid-air. Clang—
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