Chapter 1569: Chapter 1569: Furious Impulse

"What do you mean?" Ye Shikai sensed a vague feeling of unease.

"Prepare yourself!" Mi Wen was also one to act without much talk; just after speaking, she drew her sword and aimed it at Ye Shikai’s neck with a fierce thrust. If he didn’t dodge, his neck surely would be pierced. In a hurry, Ye Shikai drew his sword and dodged, blocking Mi Wen’s sword edge.

"Hey, are you trying to kill me?" Ye Shikai stared at the sword edge, which was only a few centimeters from his eyes. If he had reacted any later, even if he didn’t die, he’d be blind.

"Continue."

Mi Wen showed no sign of holding back, reversed her grip on the sword, spun to break free from Ye Shikai’s restraint, and swung her sword to stab him.

Bang.

The two swords collided, sparking dazzling fireworks. Ye Shikai’s sword was a gift from Meng Tian, not exactly a legendary sword, but definitely a top-quality weapon, sharp enough to cut through iron like mud. Of course, his Storage Ring contained treasures like the Netherworld Blade and the You Xi Sword, but he did not plan to take them out. These weapons were considered "massive destructive weapons," too bloodthirsty, and Mi Wen was merely testing him. Ye Shikai didn’t want to accidentally injure her. Besides, the You Xi Sword was the sword of General Bai Qi, a famous general of Qin Country. If he brought it out and someone noticed, he would surely invite trouble.

"Your swordsmanship is good." Mi Wen stared at Ye Shikai, her tone very serious.

"Thank you for the compliment."

"However, your swordsmanship is rather strange, not like ordinary martial sword techniques. On the contrary, your swordsmanship bears some resemblance to mine; it must be from a cultivation family’s sword technique secrets." Mi Wen analyzed. Ye Shikai didn’t quite understand this; when he was in the modern world, he hadn’t particularly studied swordsmanship. After all, when he was with Dragon Teeth, he never had exposure to this; it was only after cultivation that he began using a sword.

"You’re from Ji County. Various signs indicate you’re a descendant of nobility from Yan State."

"Nobility or commoner, what difference does it make? ’Kings and emperors are not of divine ancestry,’ right?" Ye Shikai waved his hand. Being a modern person, his mindset equated to everyone being equal. He didn’t care much about hierarchies; even in modern times, not all cultivators’ descendants were capable – spoiled rich kids were plenty. For instance, the young master of the Yanjing Wang Family is a "spoiled rich kid" archetype. Now he can rely on the Wang Family’s influence to flaunt his power, but in twenty, thirty years, because of him, the Wang Family will certainly decline.

"Of course, it matters. Commoners are crude and shallow; as long as they have food and clothes, they don’t care whom they serve. In terms of the Right Path, they wouldn’t understand this rationale." Mi Wen sneered coldly.

"Well, it’s quite easy to say ’food and clothes,’ but what king could really achieve that?" Ye Shikai suddenly laughed, a "sarcastic" laugh. If the people were well-fed and clothed, it would already be a Peaceful Age, and it wouldn’t be like today, where chaos reigns and wars abound.

"Certainly, it’s possible. Once I gain control over the world, I can surely reverse this chaotic era." Mi Wen stated with determination.

"If that day truly comes, I hope you’ll keep your word. If one day you become a tyrant, I’ll surely rise in revolt."

Mi Wen tightly gripped her sword; perhaps Ye Shikai’s words had enraged her, as there was a clear presence of "killing intent" in the air.

"Watch my sword."

Bang.

Ye Shikai drew his sword to block, but as soon as it was out of the sheath, Mi Wen sliced it in half. Witnessing this scene, Ye Shikai dared not be careless anymore; Mi Wen’s intent seriously had murder in mind.

In desperation, Ye Shikai gathered his Inner Strength, took out a metal sharp-edged sword from his Storage Ring, forged by Ghost using top materials, indestructible.

However, Ye Shikai had forgotten that Mi Wen was also a cultivator; as she thrust this sword, he felt a powerful Inner Strength sweeping towards him.

Bang.

Ye Shikai was unprepared and had not anticipated Mi Wen would strike so ruthlessly. He only used forty percent of his Inner Strength, utterly unable to stop her sword edge. The intense energy sent him flying, crashing heavily onto the table behind.

Before he could react, Mi Wen stabbed down with her sword; Ye Shikai didn’t have time to dodge. The sword edge easily pierced his armor and penetrated his body. Not only that, the longsword also punctured through him from the back, effectively "pinning" him to the table.

The wound throbbed with severe pain; although he had experienced such injuries before, it was nonetheless a body-piercing wound with unavoidable flesh suffering.

He hadn’t expected Mi Wen’s strike to be so ruthless, nor her cultivation to be so profound. In previous battles, even without using his full Inner Strength, Ye Shikai could at least maintain for a period, but this time, merely three moves and he was defeated, indicating Mi Wen’s cultivation was indeed above his.

"Are you... are you alright?"

Ye Shikai slowly opened his eyes, and what greeted him was Mi Wen’s anxious face.

"What do you think?" Ye Shikai felt quite helpless and hurriedly circulated his Inner Strength to protect his heart vein. Although the sword had penetrated his body, fortunately, it hadn’t injured his internal organs. It hurt, yes, but with Inner Strength, these wounds would heal quickly.

"I... I’m sorry..." Mi Wen quickly stood up, flustered and uncertain, and Ye Shikai could tell she was truly panicked. In all the time they’d known each other, it was her first time showing such a nervous expression.

"Bear with it for a moment."

Mi Wen pressed down on Ye Shikai, pulled out her sword, and blood immediately surged from the wound, staining the armor and robe red.

In her haste, Mi Wen tore a strip of cloth from her clothes and helped bandage his wound.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it just now." Mi Wen’s hand loosened, the sword fell, and her eyes were full of remorse.

"You..." Ye Shikai momentarily didn’t know what to say, perhaps he had spoken too heavily earlier, touching Mi Wen’s "sore spot," inciting her anger, nearly costing Ye Shikai his life.

"Is your injury alright?"

"No problem, it didn’t hit critical organs, just flesh wounds." Ye Shikai waved his hand, Mi Wen wanted to step forward to examine his injuries, but Ye Shikai gently "pushed" her away.

"Earlier... did you really want to kill me?" Ye Shikai asked.

"No, I didn’t mean to kill you, it’s just that I... got carried away... so I lost control... then..."

"Alright, no need to explain," Ye Shikai put his armor back on and wiped the blood with a damp cloth; he didn’t want others to see his injury, surely the movement made by their skirmish in the camp must have been noticed by the guards outside.