My Daily Cultivation Life with a Clumsy Female Disciple

In his youth, Lu Junxing wielded a sword, cutting his way from the Dao Sword Sect to the Land of Immortal Legacy and back again. Eventually, he settled down at the Dao Sword Sect, where his heart gradually calmed.

Thus, the number of people and geniuses who died by Lu Junxing's hand is countless.

With such formidable combat power and talent, he could even subdue someone like Liu Baixuan, who practiced dominating sword techniques, turning him into a docile and honest man. It's easy to imagine that he was far from the amiable and carefree figure that Li Shiyin and others see today.

Who doesn't have a wild youth?

Especially someone like Lu Junxing.

Li Shiyin, Tian Wenjin, and others only know Lu Junxing as generous, carefree, broad-minded, and indifferent to gains and losses. They believe he fights with restraint, always stopping at the right moment, and never cares about winning or losing.

They have no idea what Lu Junxing was like in his wild youth.

A man with the mindset of a master of an era also possesses the strength of a master of an era. When he kills, he does so as a master of an era.

One sword strike, one Nascent Soul cultivator, like cutting vegetables, without even blinking.

In the sky above the Dao Sword Sect, on one side stood Lu Junxing alone, and on the other, a cloud ship accompanied by over a thousand cultivators. The difference in numbers was vast, and so was the difference in momentum.

Lu Junxing stood in mid-air, his gaze gentle as he looked at the opposing side. Seeing that no one came forward to challenge him for a long time, he smiled and asked, "Fellow Daoists, are we still going to fight?"

There was no response from the other side. He then kindly suggested, "If one person is afraid, you can come two or three at a time. Don't worry about my feelings; my sword is very sharp, and two or three can be cut down in one strike."

Still, no one stepped forward to take up the challenge.

After waiting for a while, Lu Junxing scanned the Hengduan Mountain Alliance. Every person who met his gaze chose to avoid it.

He was puzzled: "You neither fight nor retreat. What is the reason?"

"Halt! Don't be so arrogant. I'll face you!" Finally, someone responded, flying out from the cloud ship and arriving in front of Lu Junxing.

Lu Junxing looked happily at the newcomer, who was emaciated, hunched, with a few white hairs fluttering on his head. He looked like a skeleton wrapped in human skin.

The old man leaned on a dragon-headed wooden cane, his overly large eyes glaring at Lu Junxing with hatred, as if he had a deep grudge against him.

"A mere brute with a sword, what qualifications to be arrogant?" he sneered.

"You misunderstand, Senior. I am known for my modesty and politeness. I am certainly not an arrogant or rude person," Lu Junxing replied with a smile. "May I ask for your honorable name?"

"He...ui!" The emaciated old man spat a glob of phlegm toward Lu Junxing and sneered, "You are not worthy to know my name."

"Under my sword..." Lu Junxing raised his index and middle fingers together, lifting his hand in front of his chest. Black and white sword qi fluttered at his fingertips as he said, "My sword qi does not kill nameless souls."

"I think you won't care about this issue anymore!" The emaciated old man chuckled sinisterly and suddenly charged at Lu Junxing.

"Alas!" Lu Junxing sighed and slashed downward with a finger.

The Mountain and River Sword Qi sliced through the black and white sword barrier without any surprise or obstruction, passing through the emaciated old man, and then...

"Boom!"

The old man exploded like a bomb.

In an instant, black, red, and white matter splattered across the sky, turning into eerie-colored mist that floated in the air, drifting toward the sword barrier like fog. �

"Hmm?"

Though he had killed another Nascent Soul cultivator, Lu Junxing frowned, sensing something was amiss.

It was true that few could withstand his sword qi, and he had that confidence. But this old man didn't seem to have been killed by his sword qi.

What was his level of cultivation? How well did he control his sword qi?

Whether someone died by his sword qi, he knew better than anyone!

"He wasn't killed by me; he exploded himself..." Lu Junxing pondered, "Why would he commit suicide?"

At that moment, he noticed the eerie mist drifting onto the Mountain and River Sword Barrier, then passing through it without being affected by the Mountain and River Sword Qi.

"What's going on?!"

He immediately mustered all his strength, stirring up a fierce wind to blow the mist away.

But it seemed that this wasn't just mist; the wind couldn't disperse it. It continued to spread and drift slowly.

It seeped into the Mountain and River Sword Barrier, spreading within it, from the sky downward, toward the five peaks of the Dao Sword Sect.

Lu Junxing considered retreating, as the mist, though unyielding to wind and sword qi, moved too slowly.

But could he avoid it while the ordinary disciples below could not?

And if he, the Dao Sword Sect's top Nascent Soul cultivator, retreated, leaving the ordinary disciples to face the enemy?

Lu Junxing didn't hesitate for a moment. He couldn't retreat even half a step!

He stood there, covering his skin with sword qi and spiritual energy to isolate the mist.

However... this didn't work.

The mist slowly passed through his protective sword qi, seeping into his clothes and skin.

"What is this?" Lu Junxing asked seriously toward the cloud ship.

"Finally here!" On Dan Peak, Qin Ran sighed.

He stood up from the Sword Washing Lake, placing Zhaofeng on a stool, and looked up at the sky full of mist.

At some point, Long Qiqi had walked over to his side, gazing at the sky with him.

"This isn't ordinary poison, related to spells and divine abilities," Long Qiqi said with a serious expression, "It's not just poison... extremely complex."

"With a Nascent Soul cultivator as the poison carrier, how could it be ordinary poison?" Qin Ran shook his head, "And that Nascent Soul cultivator wasn't a normal one; he was a specially cultivated poison person. A disposable Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Another ace up Zhican Valley's sleeve!"

Poison?

Yes, poison!

Zhican Valley, a sect specializing in alchemy.

How could a sect of alchemists not have poison?

Medicine and poison are inseparable, just the two sides of the same thing. Like life and death.

Even a declining alchemist like Qin Ran could concoct poison, so how could Zhican Valley, a sect dedicated to alchemy, not have poison?

Their first move wasn't ordinary poison but poison from the Poison Scripture, poison from cultivation techniques.

They found someone with sufficiently high talent and trained them in poison techniques from the very beginning, feeding them various poisons during their cultivation.

Ultimately, this poison person's body, spells, and soul were all poison. Every move, every action was poison.

It's unclear how many poison people Zhican Valley has, but a Nascent Soul-level poison person wouldn't be too common.

A specially cultivated Nascent Soul poison person, a disposable Nascent Soul... It's hard to imagine the strength of such poison.

"Zhican Valley has finally made their move." Qin Ran's eyes gleamed.

The previous two formations, though they caused many casualties and even some deaths among Zhican Valley's members, had...

Few core members of Zhican Valley perished.

No one would really think that the core combatants of an alchemy sect would be body cultivators or sword cultivators, would they?

"Not just poison people!" Qin Ran looked beyond the black and white sword barrier, where someone was setting up a formation on the ruins of the Dao Sword Sect's protective array, intending to surround the Dao Sword Sect. "There are also poison formations!"

Poison, poison. Poison is the main killing tool of an alchemist!

"It's time for me to act... into my field of expertise." Qin Ran said, "I've rested enough."

As the poison mist seeped into his body, Lu Junxing initially felt no discomfort. But soon, he felt that his blood, meridians, flesh, and bones were all affected.

He realized that this was a poison that bypassed spiritual energy and targeted the physical body, a compound poison! It left no chance for survival.

Intense pain!

Lu Junxing's body flickered between shades of blue, white, and red, blood seeping through his skin.

Soon, he found that his body was no longer under his control.

His spiritual energy, sword qi, and divine abilities were all functioning normally, but his body was failing!

He was drenched in blood, his white clothes quickly turning crimson. The pain made his body tremble and contort, and he could no longer stand steadily in the air.

And at that moment, outside the sword barrier, on the cloud ship, a powerful aura suddenly emerged.

Following that, a three-zhang-tall white phantom, holding a sword upside down, materialized above the cloud ship...

Ancient Sword Immortal!

Zhican Valley's secret treasure, the Eight Immortals Subduing Demon Talisman, summons an Ancient Sword Immortal phantom with transcendent combat power by sacrificing eight Nascent Soul cultivators.

The ancient sword immortal's phantom stood towering at three zhang in height, his sword inverted in hand. He walked through the air, step by step, approaching Lu Junxing...