Primordial Cultivator

"Fan Ping…How nostalgic…" The small pagoda-like body said.

His voice was tranquil as he continued, "No one had said my original name for a long time."

Zhu Wenqian ignored his nostalgic moment as she activated her movement technique.

With a blink of the light, Zhu Wenqian reappeared in front of Fan Ping as she hacked her sword filled with sword intent at him.

"Die," Zhu Wenqian screamed as she made sure that her one strike would decimate him.

Meanwhile, Fan Ping smirked at the strike by Zhu Wenqian.

"Amateur." Fan Ping snorted as he changed his form into a miniature man.

Afterward, he clamped on Zhu Wenqian's sword with two fingers as he grinned evilly.

"Your sword strike may be fancy but it has no foundation," he added.

Zhu Wenqian widened her eyes in surprise when Fan Ping nullified her sword strike without much effort.

Her strike was effortlessly repelled by Fan Ping, and the worst-case scenario hadn't even occurred yet when Fan Ping started using his spiritual qi.

"No, don't do it." Zhu Wenqian panicked as she tried to pull her sword out.

Alas, she couldn't overpower Fan Ping's strength as she witnessed Fan Ping shattered her precious swords in half.

"Noooo! I'll kill you!" Zhu Wenqian roared as she released the hilt of the sword as she propelled herself forward.

"Demonic Solar"

Zhu Wenqian's body was coated with a golden light and the space around her began to tremble, almost like it was on the verge of being destroyed by the spiritual qi.

Zhu Wenqian's pace increased further as she dashed toward Fan Ping. She flicked her hand and sent multiple waves of spiritual qi at Fan Ping.

Golden light followed behind with an arc-like shape.

Fan Ping narrowed his eyes as he nodded.

"A much better attack compared to before," Fan Ping commented as he praised Zhu Wenqian's effort.

"Unfortunately though, it's still not good enough," he added.

Fan Ping suddenly snorted as his aura began rising up. With the increased power in his cultivation realm, Fan Ping shattered Zhu Wenqian's spiritual qi and golden arc at the same time.

Zhu Wenqian was in disbelief when her attacks were repelled once again by Fan Ping.

'Damn it,' Zhu Wenqian cursed inwardly.

Sensing the situation had turned bad and that she would no longer have a chance, Zhu Wenqian decided to flick a few more spiritual qi toward Fan Ping.

Afterward, Zhu Wenqian turned around as she decided to flee the scene and wait for another opportunity.

'Since you only come out now when Yang Wei's life is about to be over, then it must mean you have a time limit in appearing.' Zhu Wenqian pondered inwardly.

Fan Ping realized what Zhu Wenqian attempted to do. "Trying to run? I'm afraid that's impossible."

Fan Ping snapped his finger and multiple strands of spiritual qi started to wrap around Zhu Wenqian.

Zhu Wenqian was dumbfounded as she tried to cut the strands apart. Alas, the strands seemed to tighten up and her spiritual qi slowly became restricted.

Zhu Wenqian's arms were tied up by the strands of spiritual qi as she continued to struggle.

"Why can't I utilize my spiritual qi? What is this strand of light?" Zhu Wenqian questioned Fan Ping as she tried to exude her aura.

However, her ability and technique were restricted by the strand of light created by Fan Ping.

Meanwhile, Fan Ping calmly walked toward Zhu Wenqian with an amused expression. "Don't bother to struggle. Once someone gets hit by my strands, they are trapped forever."

Zhu Wenqian held a resentful gaze at Fan Ping, almost like she couldn't wait to devour his flesh and drink his blood.

"Tying up a fine lady like me, do you even have any ethics?" Zhu Wenqian growled in anger.

Fan Ping chuckled softly at her words.

"Fine lady?" Fan Ping raised an eyebrow.

He then shook his head as he teased, "I have never seen a three thousand woman calling themselves a fine lady. Wait, I'm wrong. Only vile women in their old age call themselves a fine lady."

"SHUT UP!" Zhu Wenqian's face flushed in anger when Fan Ping called her an old woman.

"I'm a fine lady and always will be. My youthful look is permanent." Zhu Wenqian roared as she corrected Fan Ping.

Fan Ping smirked as he nodded.

"Alright fine, for a Saint Race member. 3000 years old is indeed in the range of the so-called 'fine lady' right?" Fan Ping said as he walked closer.

"That's right." Zhu Wenqian snorted as she tilted her head slightly.

She didn't want to look at the smirk expression of Fan Ping.

Most of all, she wasn't afraid of Fan Ping since he resorted to restraining her movement instead of killing her directly.

"What do you want?" Zhu Wenqian asked as she stopped her struggle.

Fan Ping's cultivation realm and fighting expertise were above her. It was pointless to struggle when it wasn't going to help at all.

Fan Ping smiled lightly as he pointed at the unconscious Yang Wei.

"This boy… I want you to protect him when I'm not available." Fan Ping said.

Zhu Wenqian glanced at Fan Ping briefly before shifting her focus to the unconscious Yang Wei.

With a scoff, Zhu Wenqian started laughing as she spits out some saliva toward the ground.

"You want me to play bodyguard for a brat like him?" Zhu Wenqian held a disgusted expression as she flatly refused Fan Ping's request.

Fan Ping remained quiet as he closed his eyes.

Time slowly passed by with Fan Ping not responding back to Zhu Wenqian's words.

However, Zhu Wenqian's expression became more complicated by the minutes as she felt the strand tighten up. Her arms were being squeezed tightly but the worst part was her spiritual qi being depleted rapidly.

Zhu Wenqian's face turned pale as she could feel her strength deteriorating and her cultivation realm started dropping down rapidly.

Zhu Wenqian gnashed her teeth as she stared at Fan Ping in a resentful gaze.