Lin Qingcheng burst out of the House of Paradise. Her eyes shone through her golden mask, full of excitement. Her golden dress fluttered in the air while her golden gauntlets shined under the sun. Her whole body was surrounded by a glowing aura, transforming her into the true Golden Madam.
“I’m here!” She shouted.
Her spiritual energy surged out with her voice, sweeping over the street. It was so strong and sudden that the assassins and city guards all couldn’t help but stop fighting and look in her direction. Some opened their mouths in surprise. Others furrowed their brow in worry.
“Hahaha! Don’t worry, sis. I’ll take care of these guys!”
She was in the best shape of her life. Not only had she returned to full strength, she was overflowing with energy. The cultivation array had given her far more orgasmic energy than she could handle with the rest spilling out wildly around her, causing the golden glow and uncontrollable waves of spiritual force.
“Chengcheng, wait…” Zhou Ziyun was about to explain the situation.
But Lin Qingcheng was filled with fighting spirit. She had no time for strategy or pep talks. She directly dashed past her three sisters and into the middle of the battle. She swung her fists, aiming for the closest skull mask.
That assassin turned towards her with a deathly glare and raised his sword. Underneath his mask, he even grinned. Killing Peng Lingxi or killing a different disciple. It didn’t matter as long as they killed a few. This one coming toward him was the first disciple, an even better target.
He swung his sword at her viciously. Since it had a longer reach by far, the blade would strike her down before her fist could hit him.
The two sides collided. One person flew out. They smashed into the ground, shattering the stone tiles. Their white skull mask was also broken along with most of their face which was now a bleeding mess.
Lin Qingcheng emerged from the clash unscathed. There was no wound on her body. Not a strand of hair was out of place. She was still clad in a cloak of golden spiritual energy like she was a goddess that had descended from the heavens.
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Several people blurted. Such a sharp difference in strength didn’t make sense. They all knew that the first disciple Lin Qingcheng had only barely entered the 10th Level of the Spirit Initiate Realm. That could hardly be compared to an expert assassin at the Lesser Realm of Spiritual Growth with many decades of experience.
They also couldn’t believe Lin Qingcheng was unharmed. That was a full-strength attack from a spiritual growth expert. She had made no effort to dodge so how did she do it?
“The first disciple has come seeking death. Everyone, kill her together!” The lead assassin commanded.
Immediately, two assassins flanked Lin Qingcheng, waving their swords about furiously. She retaliated in kind, punching and kicking as her training had taught her, as the Nineteen Demon Subduing Palms had taught her.
Her powerful kick caught one of the assassins square across the chest. His eyes bulged as he crumpled. His sword which had been aimed at her head clanging harmlessly off her golden aura. Disbelief was still written on his face even as he fell unconscious.
With one foe defeated, Lin Qingcheng turned to the other one. Launching a flurry of golden fists, her gauntlet quickly destroyed the strange blades in the assassin’s hands. With no weapon, he turned and fled at full speed.
Lin Qingcheng was about to give chase when a flurry of flying daggers struck her. She ducked instinctively even though she had already been hit. Several assassins laughed only to have their joy get stuck in their throats as Lin Qingcheng emerged without a single scratch.
“I see,” Zhou Ziyun muttered, “Master is using the Golden Serpents Robe’s aura and combining it with hers. Thus, it makes it seem like her spiritual aura is providing such great defense.”
“He is still so shameless.” Wu Qianyu muttered.
Peng Lingxi giggled, “So shameless!”
As they spoke, Lin Qingcheng picked out another group of assassins and charged into their midst. Her offensive power was driven by the energy from her orgasmic cultivation array. Her defensive prowess was provided by the Golden Serpent Robe. It was the perfect combination.
Her strength was a definite match for a cultivator at the Lesser Realm of Spiritual Growth. This was the benefit of her special power and the side effect of the cultivation array. Through a feedback loop, she received spiritual energy from her disciples’ orgasms while giving energy in return through her own ones. As a result, she was still overflowing with energy after defeating three assassins in a row.
“Useless bastards. Get out of the way!” The enemy leader shouted and strode forward.
“Our turn.” Peng Lingxi said and turned into a gray streak.
Her sword directly collided with the enemy leader’s weapon.
Wu Qianyu followed, slashing her sword and sending out a wave of painful energy. It wasn’t enough to disable this person who was in the Lesser Realm of Spiritual Awakening. However, it was dangerous enough that he had to pay attention and devote a portion of his spiritual energy to counteract the effects.
Zhou Ziyun waved her saber and leaped into the air, “Chengcheng, we’ll leave the rest to you!”
She then slashed toward the assassin leader continously without stopping.
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Silver blades of saber energy struck home like a hailstorm. The man dodged like a cloud of smoke while slashing the sky above to block. Even so, after the flurry was over, his skull mask was shattered and his clothes had turned to tatters. His pale face was filled with fury, so much so that it started to turn pink.
Peng Lingxi and Wu Qianyu gave him no time to vent, continuing their attack and forcing him back.
Meanwhile, Lin Qingcheng was wreaking havoc among the remaining assassins. Supported by the remaining city guards and Zhou Clan fighters, she beat every enemy she found with two golden fists. She beat them until their masks broke and their faces were turned to mush.
She was unstoppable. None of their attacks could hurt her. They had nowhere to run and could only obediently take their beatings until they were knocked into blissful oblivion.
“Sis, I’m here!” Lin Qingcheng clenched her fists as she turned to the last enemy. “Let’s beat him up together!”
The assassin leader’s face turned ugly. He was surrounded by the four disciples of Ten Thousand Flower Valley. Beyond them, there were over a hundred city guards and Zhou Clan fighters. It was over.
“Dog shit mission… dog shit immortals…” He muttered, resigned to his fate.
He raised his weapons even as he was attacked from all sides. Peng Lingxi’s Lonely Sword Wanderer, Wu Qianyu’s Sorrowful Sword Style, Zhou Ziyun’s Flying Dragon Saber Art, and Lin Qingcheng’s fists; they all arrived at the same time. His spiritual aura was broken, leaving him exposed. One moment, he was still in one piece. A split second later, his body was torn to pieces by the colliding spiritual energies.
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