Milfs: Dual Cultivation

Woosh!

Clinggggg!

Crakkkkkk!!!

Bang!!!

With a single, fluid movement, Xian Tian sidestepped the strike and grabbed the assassin's arm mid-air, twisting it effortlessly until he heard the satisfying crack of bone like in action movie.

"Hmmmmmm!!!!"

The assassin let out a muffled scream, but Xian Tian wasn't finished.

Boom!!!

He pulled the man closer, driving a swift elbow into his gut, sending him crashing to the ground.

Before the others could react, Xian Tian was already moving.

His speed was unreal, like a blur in the early morning light, creating that glitchy effect.

A kick here, a punch there, a knee-shot over GEAR, each one precise, deadly, and leaving his enemies writhing on the ground in seconds.

The last of the assassins was a woman with cold, calculating eyes who still stood her ground as Xian Tian approached her.

Lucky for her she didn't possessed the GEAR.

Tangggg!

She drew two curved daggers from her waist and took a fighting stance, but Xian Tian's smile only grew wider.

"More bones for me to break," he said, his voice laced with amusement as he couldn't fathom what made this woman think she can fight him?

Like seriously some people never learn how to function properly.

"Haha!..."

She lunged at him, her blades flashing in the dark cold blood thrishty light, aiming for his neck.

But Xian Tian's movements were effortless, dodging each strike with ease.

The woman's attacks became more frantic, but she couldn't land a single blow.

Tak!

Grabs!

Then... in one swift motion, Xian Tian caught both of her wrists, squeezing until her grip on the daggers loosened.

He leaned in, his voice barely a whisper.

"Tell your emperor this," Xian Tian said with his voice cold and unwavering.

"If he wants my head, he'll have to come here and take it himself,"

The quote was cold than ice.

Bang!

With that, he released the woman's wrists and delivered a crushing blow to her chest, sending her flying several feet back.

Thuddddd!!!!

Haaaaahhhh!!!

She landed hard, gasping for air, her body crumpled in defeat.

Tak! Tak!

Xian Tian dusted his hands off and turned back toward the walls, as if nothing had happened.

The masculine urge to spare woman.

The assassins lay scattered across the ground, groaning in pain, but Xian Tian paid them no mind. They were just a warm-up.

Still he could only spare one person go leave that impact

"Let the emperor send as many as he wants," he muttered to himself with a smirk.

"I could use the exercise,"

Saying that, he snapped his fingers and killed all others aside from the woman, their body turning Into smoke before completely vanishing.

The woman sensing the danger hurriedly left however she didn't understand why would he think the emperor sent an assassin after him?

Truth be told, They weren't sent by the emperor but by someone else.

And that someone hates Xian Tian deeply.

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Swoosh!

In an instant, she teleported far away from the sect, while she took a breath of relief and peace.

She never expected to be beaten by someone with no name.

It was a shame for their assassin association because they were the best.

Elite among the elite.

The assassin, whose name is Mi Lin by the way,

Clenched her fist as she regained her breath.

Her body ached from the fight, but her mind whirled with confusion and anger.

What would she answer the one above her?

She'd underestimated the target... not only was he far stronger than she'd anticipated, but he'd misinterpreted their mission entirely.

Anyway, she needs to report back to her superior.

It wasn't the emperor who had sent her after Xian Tian; it was a different client a powerful figure from the shadows, one who harbored a long-standing vendetta against Xian Tian for of course stealing his loved woman.

"Ughh! Damn it... I don't know what else to speak,"

She cursed under her breath, wondering if that man's arrogance had blinded him to his real enemies but the trouble for her was real.

She has no courage to reveal her failure.

As she moved through the dense forest, Mi Lin activated a small, discreet communication device pinned inside her collar.

It has voice-transferring runes.

"This is Agent Mi Lin... reporting back," she said, her voice tense and nervous.

"T-The mission was unsuccessful... Target possesses far greater strength than anticipated. I was unable to complete the mission and all others were slaughtered... I was spared and was ordered to tell the emperor that he could send as many assassins as he wanted,"

A low, distorted voice crackled through the receiver. "Did he mention the emperor? Oh! He thinks it's the emperor who has targeted him,"

"Yes," she replied, wincing at the memory of Xian Tian's cold words. "He seems to believe the emperor is behind the attack and he also made a clear warning, but… he has no idea who wants him gone."

The voice on the other end let out a sinister chuckle. "Good. Let him think that. His arrogance will lead him right into our trap. If he believes the emperor is his enemy, he'll exhaust himself on the wrong front."

Mi Lin hesitated before continuing, "But he's... strong. Stronger than I've seen. What should we do next?"

A silence followed before her handler responded, "We'll change our approach. Return to base for reassessment. This was merely a test to see his strength and now we know. Next time, he won't be so lucky... We need to send HER to this assassination..."

Her!

A legendary figure in the assassin world, it is rumored she is extremely beautiful and graceful like a fairy however she is cold-blooded and would slaughter anyone and everyone.

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Swoosh!

Slash!

In a bamboo forest, four people get mercilessly slaughtered while a figure walks gracefully.

She was extremely beautiful like a fairy while a red ribbon was on her eyes and a veil to cover her mouth, her graceful beauty was covered from top to bottom.

Despite that, she had a separate aura that couldn't be understood by the mortal mind.

She suddenly pulls out a hearing jade,

"Yes!?"

"Qingyun... There is a mission for you, there is a man named Xian Tian, who is the sect master of the flower blossoms sect, you have to kill him,"

The voice came from Jade.

"The sect master of Flower blossoms? Okey..." With that, she hangs the jade on her hip.

Her name is Qingyun and surprisingly she is the Princess of a neighbouring nation.

Not only she is the princess but she is also one of the Yakxas.

Yakxas are legendary figures who don't rely on dual cultivation but rather cultivate the path of corresponding Dao.

And Qingyun here follows the Path of Blood Dao.

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As Qingyun hung the jade at her hip, her mind drifted, momentarily lost in the memories of a past she'd long since buried.

Being a princess of a neighboring nation came with its own set of expectations, but Qingyun had defied them all.

Her life as royalty had been fleeting, a mere cover over the soul of a warrior born into blood and shadows.

From a young age, she was drawn to the mysteries of the Blood Dao, an art as old as time itself but feared for the cost it demanded.

( I believe Dao to be absolute primordial )

The Blood Dao required an unwavering heart and a willingness to abandon all attachments.

Where other Yakxas chose the paths of Light, Earth, or Spirit, Qingyun had embraced the darkness that flowed through her veins, a choice that earned her a reputation as both feared and revered across the lands.

She was the Princess yet she Who Never Was.

As a child, she had always been different.

She was like Buddha, questioning the aspect of life.

She wondered why people would die why couldn't everyone reach immortality, and move when she was playing with her subjects.

One of them shoots at the bird instantly killing it.

Seeing the bird the switch in her mind began to function.

What? Why?

Life was too fragile and it could get even more fragile, for her it was crazy to think one couldn't even have a choice to live.

Since then instead of choosing peace like Buddha, she chooses another path... The path where strong could do as they wished.

It was also this time when she had received the Vision from the god of slaughtering and massacre.

A Vision that thrust for blood.

She can become stronger the blood she sheds.

By killing of course.