Invincible Dad

SHIING—

A sound that ripped through the night sky echoed across the field.

The sound was not harsh. On the contrary, it was quite soothing, like being immersed in a beautiful dream. This was no dream, however, but the sword of death!

"Deng Shu, what are you doing!" Gao He's expression changed dramatically.

The other Divine Gate Realm and Ninth Grade Realm experts watching nearby reacted the same way; they all knew the terrifying power contained within that strike.

And the young girl chasing butterflies in the distance…

She was Xu Die, another Sword Cultivator who had recently made a name for herself here as a young prodigy.

But her Boundary was definitely not at the Seventh Grade.

For Xu Die, this was an unsurvivable blow!

Gao He and the Divine Gate Realm expert from the Blade Sect both moved at once, attempting to intercept the sword, but they were too late.

Because Rong Sanyue had made her move.

She squinted, determined not to let anyone disrupt this strike, which could temper her disciple's Dao heart.

As for that innocent little girl… if she dies, she dies. We can simply compensate her family with some money afterward. To trade one life for the birth of a Sword Sect, or even a Divine Gate Realm seed, is a more than worthwhile exchange.

"Rong Sanyue, you dare!"

The Blade Sect's Divine Gate expert roared in anger. Blocked by Rong Sanyue, he understood her intentions but was powerless to stop them. He could only watch as the tragedy unfolded before his eyes.

WHOOSH—

As the sword lanced out, Deng Shu exhaled a turbid breath, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

He could feel the Spiritual Energy draining from his body, leaving him feeling hollow, but his mind gradually became clear. So clear that sword techniques that once seemed obscure and difficult to understand now became perfectly lucid.

Once the butterfly-chasing girl became a soul claimed by his sword, Deng Shu could ascend directly to the Seventh Grade. He would become the youngest in the history of the Penglai Sword Pavilion to attain the rank of Sword Sect!

Hm?

Xu Die seemed to sense something. She turned her head and saw the terrifying Sword Intent that had crossed the distance in the blink of an eye.

The formidable sword pressure whipped her clothes about, and her high ponytail thrashed wildly.

Xu Die tilted her head slightly and instinctively drew the wooden sword from her back, executing what seemed to be a light, powerless slash.

Ridiculous! Never mind that I've been building momentum for over twelve hours, the sword in my hand alone is forged from extremely precious Meteoric Iron. It is a divine weapon that the Pavilion Master from three hundred years ago spent thirty years forging, and it excels at Sword Intent attacks. And this woman thinks she can block it with a Broken Wood Sword? Pure folly!

Just as he expected. Seemingly realizing the impossibility of her action, Xu Die swung her wooden sword once before pulling it back.

THUD! The hearts of Gao He and the others pounded violently, filled with rage, helplessness, a touch of pity, and self-recrimination for failing to save this innocent life.

They had expected to witness a tragic death, but were instead met with the sight of countless moonlight butterflies materializing under the night sky.

As they fluttered about, they completely dispersed the Sword Intent!

Then, with a sharp CRACK, the divine weapon in Deng Shu's hand shattered.

For a moment, the field fell silent.

Xu Die wrinkled her delicate little nose.

Recently, she and her childhood sweetheart had been arranged to stay in the Martial Artist apartments outside the Martial Practice Field. Unable to sleep tonight, she had gone for a walk and discovered this butterfly that had appeared out of nowhere. She had been chasing it for a full twenty minutes and was just about to catch it when the interruption caused the butterfly to fly away.

She said flatly, "Deng Shu, what was that for? Are you challenging me?"

As Xu Die spoke, a terrifying aura began to emanate from her body—it was Sword Intent!

BUZZ… BUZZ… BUZZ…

The broken sword in Deng Shu's hand trembled continuously, emitting a low hum, as if in fear.

Even though his opponent was only a six- or seven-year-old girl, Deng Shu was overcome by a sense of his own insignificance. He felt as if he were standing at the foot of an impossibly tall mountain, and this feeling caused the Dao heart he was on the verge of consolidating to shatter instantly.

A sweet taste rose in his throat, and he gagged, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

His powerful momentum vanished in an instant. He collapsed to the ground, completely listless, his spirit broken.

Rong Sanyue's pupils contracted violently.

My disciple's strongest strike was blocked by a six- or seven-year-old girl? How is that possible?! Wait…

Rong Sanyue narrowed her eyes, sensing more carefully. She discovered that the girl's Sword Intent soared to the heavens. It even bore a faint resemblance to the aura of the Sword Ranking, a monument on which even she was unable to leave her name.

"Who is your master?" Rong Sanyue asked coldly.

"I don't know," Xu Die shook her head and said earnestly. "I'm looking for him, too. That's why I have to leave my name on the Sword Ranking. I'm sure he'll see it then."

On the night Tan Chang was inducted as a Martial Ancestor, a moonlight butterfly, guided by a single thought from Xu Lai, had entered Xu Die's body, transforming her into a Sword Dao Cultivator.

On the other side, Tan Chang, Gao He, and the Divine Gate expert from the Blade Sect all drew a sharp breath.

What was a prodigy? This was a prodigy!

This majestic Sword Intent, wielded with such effortless control, completely overturned their understanding of Sword Cultivators.

Tilting her head, Xu Die looked at Deng Shu. "You won't fight?" Her interest waned, and she turned away. "I'm going home."

She couldn't find her master here, and with so many annoying people around, it was a boring place to be.

"Are you willing to become my disciple?" Rong Sanyue offered.

"No."

Xu Die didn't look back or even slow her pace. Her crisp voice drifted back on the wind, "What I want to learn is not something you can teach."

As Xu Die departed with the wooden sword on her back, all the Ninth Grade and Divine Gate Realm experts present knew that Hua Country's Martial Dao had just produced a prodigy of the sword. A future female Sword Sect who might one day stand above the entire Penglai Sword Pavilion!

"Master…" Deng Shu looked like a beaten dog, his eyes dim as he gazed at Rong Sanyue.

"You have utterly disgraced us!" Rong Sanyue declared, her face like ice.

With a flick of her sleeve, Rong Sanyue turned and left. She had come to see the battle between Deng Shu and Xu Lai's daughter, but her own disciple ended up being thoroughly crushed by an unknown Loose Cultivator swordswoman.

Today, she was sorely disappointed.

「East Sea City.」

「Haitang Court.」

Xu Lai, who was playing video games with his daughter, glanced in the direction of the Martial Practice Field and remarked with some surprise, "That little girl's talent is quite high."

Absorbed in her game, Xu Yiyi asked a moment later, "Dad, which little girl did you say is quite tall?"

"…"

Sitting on the sofa, Ruan Tang silently lowered the fashion magazine she was reading. She looked over with a gentle expression. "Xu Lai, come here."

"!!!"

Xu Lai's face darkened. So much for my sweet, caring daughter. She's a little snitch!

He coughed. "Honey, don't listen to our daughter. She misheard."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Yes…"

"Ruan Lan is coming home tonight. You can sleep in the guest room. I'm going to have a heart-to-heart talk with her."

"…"

The corner of Xu Lai's mouth twitched. Is she really kicking me out?

Without another word, he swept Ruan Tang into his arms and kissed her flawless cheek. "Absolutely not. I can't sleep without you!"

"Our daughter is right here!" Ruan Tang's face turned red as she tried to break free from Xu Lai's embrace.

"Don't move, or I can't guarantee I won't do something even more out of line."

"…"

Ruan Tang did indeed fall still, shooting Xu Lai a glare of mortified anger. "Let go of me!"

"Lalalala, the beautiful Fairy is home! Dear sister and brother-in-law, and my most adorable niece, did you miss me?"

At that moment, the door swung open, and an excited voice filled the room.