Game Lord's Cultivation System

"I-Incomplete illusion sword art?" Gao Fushou held an aghast facial expression when he heard her explanation.

How was it possible that their precious Gao Clan\'s technique came out to be incomplete?

That was unheard of and too unbelievable.

"Fellow cultivator Yiqin, please don\'t spout random things." Gao Fushou said, hoping to keep his cool. If it weren\'t for the fact that he was weaker than her, then he would have outright killed them for speaking such nonsense.

Yang Liqin sighed softly when she had expected such a reaction from Gao Fushou.

Speaking the truth may not be the best choice since people are prone to their beliefs and faith.

\'Haa it\'s a time like this when I truly miss Jiang Ming. At least he was able to adapt to any situation and rethink his thoughts.\' Yang Liqin sighed inwardly. She recalled the time when she explained their predicament to Jiang Ming and he was able to accept it rather quickly.

"Normally, I really wouldn\'t care whether you believe my words or not, but just for the sake of my Senior Brother\'s reputation and honor. I shall show you the true illusion sword art." Yang Liqin said.

Her aura slowly rose up and the pressure she emitted caused some of the trees nearby to collapse to the ground. The pressure was even stronger than the one Gao Fushou had shown before.

However, what caused Gao Fushou to nearly have his eyes pop out was the fact that he realized the aura and pressure were extremely similar to the illusion sword art of their Gao Clan.

"I-I-Impossible… How can you use our illusion sword art?" Gao Fushou\'s lips were trembling in fear as he stumbled to the ground, his finger pointing at Yang Liqin was shaking rapidly.

"What do you mean by your illusion sword art?" Yang Liqin sneered coldly.

"This is just the basics of any illusion sword art. It\'s completely irrelevant for many people to even try to study it any further." She added, revealing 50 illusion swords that hovered in the sky.

Gao Fushou\'s mouth had turned dry from shock already. It was at the point where he couldn\'t even swallow his own saliva to quench himself.

Meanwhile, Huo Ning held an admirable gaze at Yang Liqin.

\'So amazing…\' She exclaimed inwardly, placing her hand in her heart as she felt it throbbing rapidly.

As for the other two companions of Gao Fushou, they were already shocked into numbness. If possible, they wished to surrender right away and leave the scene.

"Do I need to continue and attack?" Yang Liqin asked in a sweet and melodious voice.

"N-No need for that, fellow cultivator Yiqin. We will retreat and give you some face," Gao Fushou said, sheathing his sword as he tucked his tail and fled the scene.

Who was he kidding?

He was someone who had practiced the illusion sword art since the time he could cultivate. Thus, he knew exactly the prowess of Yang Liqin\'s illusion sword art and its lethality.

Why should he court death when he fully knew that it would be impossible to receive such a strike?

\'Luckily I always listened to the Gao Clan\'s elders. Otherwise, today would have resulted in our death.\' Gao Fushou thanked them inwardly as he retreated far away from the scene.

"Gao Fushou, just what is the origin of that fellow cultivator Yiqin?"

"Could it be that she had infiltrated our Gao Clan and stole our techniques?"

The two companions of Gao Fushou quickly asked questions once they were out of the vicinity.

"Are you idiots?" Gao Fushou reprimanded them harshly. "The illusion sword art from her surpasses our ancestors themselves. So tell me why would she be stealing our technique when it\'s clear that she has the original?"

The two companions stayed silent when they heard Gao Fushou\'s words. This time, they had kicked an iron bucket and were already thankful that Yang Liqin had allowed them to retreat safely.

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"Thank you, Senior Yiqin, for coming to my aid." Huo Ning cupped her fist as she gave her sincere thanks to Yang Liqin.

She was thoroughly impressed by her demeanor, and most importantly, her profound techniques that were able to deter the likes of Gao Fushou effortlessly.

Meanwhile, Yang Liqin raised her hand to stop her from saying any more cringe lines.

Coming to her aid?

\'Bitch please, if it weren\'t for my accidental laughter, then I could have enjoyed the show with some snacks.\' Yang Liqin cursed inwardly. She had no interest in assisting any strangers, much less an immature brat like Huo Ning.

"No need to thank me. My Senior Brother had told me to maintain a good relationship with the Huo Clan, so I just stepped in a bit." Yang Liqin said.

"Even so, I would have met with disaster if Senior Yiqin did not intervene." Huo Ning shook her head, insisting on her thanks.

Yang Liqin narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

\'Hmm, why does it feel like she wants to learn from me?\' She thought.

"Anyway, I\'m off to find my Senior Brother. He\'s probably worried sick about me right now." Yang Liqin decided to make an excuse to ditch her.

There was no possible way she would become a babysitter.

Alas, Huo Ning doesn\'t seem to give up on her goal easily. She dashed forward and extended her hand out, seemingly trying to block her path.

"Please allow me to follow you, Senior Yiqin." Huo Ning pleaded with sparkly eyes.

"I know that you must think I\'m an immature and spoiled brat, but in reality, I really want to become stronger."

\'I\'m glad you know you are an immature and spoiled brat.\' Yang Liqin exclaimed inwardly while listening to her explanation.

Seeing how there was no response from Yang Liqin, Huo Ning gnashed her teeth as she went on her knees and banged her head.

"Senior Yiqin, my Huo Clan is declining in recent years, and you could tell that the Di Clan had been wanting to devour our clan whole based on the scene at the entrance of the ancient ruin. If I don\'t become strong enough, then our Huo Clan would be doomed to exist."