Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

Chapter 385 The Castrated Man in Green? Spare Me! Eunuch!

Daoist Tianyu, on the other hand, was far more cunning. With a flicker of his body, he moved like a ghost, circling around the sword shadows. He lightly tapped with his longsword, specifically targeting the weak points of the sword shadows formed by the condensation of spiritual energy. At the same time, he kept talking: "Qingyizi, your 'Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage' stance is quite good, but unfortunately, your spiritual energy is unstable, and your mind is unsettled. The flaws are all in your lower body... Watch my move 'Searching for Flowers at the Bottom of the Sea'!"

Before he finished speaking, he seized an opening, and with the tip of his sword slashing along the ground, a condensed sword aura shot out like a venomous snake, heading straight for the green-clad man's ankle. The angle was so sharp and the timing so precise that it was truly amazing.

Just as Qingyizi was about to unleash his full sword technique to attack Qingfengzi, he suddenly felt a chill beneath his feet and had to divert his attention to move, causing his sword technique to stall. Qingfengzi would not let this opportunity pass, and his dark blue energy blade tore open a gap in the sword shadow, heading straight for Qingyizi's face.

"Damn it!" The man in green hurriedly turned his head, a blade of energy grazing his cheek, taking away a few strands of hair and leaving a bloody mark. His steps were already disordered from dodging Tianyu Daoist's "Underwater Flower Seeker".

Tianyu Daoist pressed his advantage, changing his sword technique again. He launched a "fire-wielding" upward strike from below, targeting Qingyizi's slightly protruding buttocks as he dodged!

"Pfft!"

This time the sound was clearer. The sword tip struck accurately, though not deeply, but the sharp pain and the subsequent icy touch sent a shiver down Qingyizi's spine, causing him to stumble forward and almost fall into Qingfengzi's arms.

"Haha! Fellow Daoist Tianyu, your swordsmanship is superb! Straight to the heart of the enemy!" Qingfengzi laughed, taking the opportunity to deliver a powerful kick to Qingyizi's chest.

"Bang!"

The man in green groaned and flew backward, crashing into an old tree in the courtyard, causing leaves to fall in a rustling sound. He clutched his chest, then couldn't help touching his burning, stinging buttocks, his face flushing red and then pale, filled with shame and indignation. How could the dignified leader of the Qingyun Sect have ever suffered such humiliation? Fighting is one thing, but why target his buttocks?!

He had just struggled to get up when Qingfengzi and Tianyu Daoren closed in on him from the left and right.

Qingfengzi chuckled sinisterly, a small, oddly shaped, gleaming dagger appearing in his hand. The blade gleamed coldly in the unique light of the bowl's reflection. "Old dog, don't struggle. Eunuch Wei has all the tools ready, and his skills are excellent. He'll make sure it's clean and quick, painless… Hehe, soon you'll be keeping me company!"

Daoist Tianyu, meanwhile, leisurely pointed the tip of his sword at the exposed portion beneath Qingyizi's tattered robe, shaking his head and saying, "Fellow Daoist Qingfengzi, you are mistaken. I see that this 'field' of yours has been barren for a long time, and the flow of spiritual energy here is often sluggish. I'm afraid it's not of much use to you. Whether you cut it or not may not affect your cultivation, but for today's events... it's quite a nice memento." As he spoke, the tip of his sword probed forward slightly.

With her back against a large tree, Qingyizi had nowhere to retreat. Watching the approaching curved blade and the sword tip that kept aiming at her embarrassing spot, and listening to the terrifying words exchanged between the two, especially the small curved blade in Qingfengzi's hand that was clearly a "professional tool," her mental defenses finally collapsed completely.

"Stop! You...you can't do this!" His voice was filled with terror, all traces of his former sect leader's authority gone. "Eunuch Chen! Don't...don't let them come any closer!"

Chen Fan, who was sitting at the gate of the courtyard, slowly finished eating the last melon seed, clapped his hands, and then slowly stood up and strolled over. His smile remained unchanged, and his gaze swept over the disheveled man in blue, lingering particularly on the tattered clothes with a meaningful look.

(Sorry, I sent this to the wrong person!)