Kai Huang

After traversing through time, Li Xuan was delighted to have become the second son of Earl Chengyi's mansion, as well as a proud warrior of Liudao Fumo. However, just ten days into his privileged life, he faced fierce female supervisors, terrifying ghost-girls, and spiteful demonesses one after another.
Amidst this whirlpool of challenges, Li Xuan claimed he didn't feel a bit panicked. A few years later, standing above the Yangtze River, he swung his sword, and with that, thousands of miles of landscapes were instantly frozen.
Where will the demoness escape to? Take my sword!

Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?

At the summit of Kunlun Mountain, inside the Jinque Palace suspended above the clouds, on a high platform shrouded in mist, a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in Confucian robes, was sitting cross-legged on a cushion in the center. In front of him was a desk, scattered with dozens of fragments of paper.


If one looks closely, they will realize that these pieces of paper are not ordinary paper. They are made of some kind of animal hide and infused with a powerful force.


Standing by the southern side of the platform are two individuals. One is a female whose facial features are beautiful, with bright eyes and white teeth. In her light red palace dress, she exudes an elegant and refined aura. The other is a young man in his twenties, handsome, carrying a long sword. Should Li Xuan be here, he would recognize this person as the Sword-bearer he had met before.


Chapter 393: Qianqiu Brush_1