NOVEL NEXT Chapter 47 - Taking Down the Monster Trees
Truth is, when Su Yaoyue charged that Water-Attribute Four Directions Monster Tree, Li Chuan guessed her plan.
If that water one didn’t go down, she’d never beat all five.
Attribute matchups matter too much.
He vibed with her call.
But he overestimated her—she didn’t even get close before getting whacked out of there.
Stubborn as hell—can’t win, just dip! Her kill-vibe face almost fooled him.
“Senior Brother, we’re just bailing—leaving Senior Sister Su behind?” The old guy caught up to Li Chuan, glancing back, all worried.
“Yeah, we can’t ditch her!” Li Chuan stopped short, pulled out his Spirit Weapon, and yelled, “You guys save Senior Sister Su—no way she goes down!”
His passion lit a fire—the old guy and crew grabbed their Magic Weapons and charged back.
Halfway in, something felt off. They glanced around—someone was missing.
A look back—Li Chuan, Spirit Weapon in hand, still parked where he was.
“Senior Brother, why—why aren’t you coming?!” The old guy’s jaw dropped.
Li Chuan shrugged. “I can’t beat ‘em—you guys got this. Don’t worry, I’ll collect your bodies later.”
Their faces twitched. The first-level Qi Refining crew bolted back fast.
Seriously—why get hyped with no strength to back it?
“We can’t beat ‘em either,” the old guy mumbled, slinking back.
“Now what, Senior Brother?” They huddled by Li Chuan, treating him like the boss.
“Let’s watch first,” Li Chuan said, eyeing the fight.
They lined up beside him, staring too.
Su Yaoyue landed hits on the Monster Trees now and then, but mostly? She was the one getting hit. Thank god for that Treasure Weapon armor.
Swap it for a Magic Weapon robe, she’d be whipped dead by now.
Watching, they sensed something off—someone was gone again.
A side glance—a gap where Li Chuan had been.
They turned—he was dead serious, watching Su Yaoyue vs. the Monster Trees, but his flying sword? Backing off steady.
Bro, you’re slipping away—stop!
Numbed—they got ditched every escape. More people isn’t livelier?
They copied him quick, sliding back on their swords.
Learning from past screw-ups, they stayed behind Li Chuan, tracking his every move.
Far off, Su Yaoyue was a dot—then a shout. Her spear morphed midair into a dragon—a ten-meter-plus fire dragon.
It danced, blazing with power, turning the night sky around her red-hot.
Flames cloaked her—she was a fire figure now.
Big move time.
Li Chuan’s eyes narrowed—he shot forward. “Quick, save Senior Sister Su!”
No better moment to play hero.
The old guy and crew didn’t budge.
Hmph—trying to trick ‘em again.
Wait, huh?
Li Chuan floored it—his 30-contribution flying sword practically smoked. The old guy and crew blinked.
You’re actually going?!
“Senior Sister, don’t panic—your Junior Brother’s here to help!”
“I’ve spotted their weak points—watch me slash ‘em with my Spirit Weapon…”
That “Spirit Weapon” bit—he had to flex it.
His sword flew out, ballooning into a giant golden blade.
It swept down—and hit nothing.
Why nothing?
Simple—right as his blade dropped, Su Yaoyue’s monster attack blew all five Four Directions Monster Trees apart.
Li Chuan—dozens of near-death scraps under his belt—had battle instincts for days. Even Su Yaoyue, with her tangible killing intent and body count, couldn’t match him.
Her fights leaned on raw power.
So when he saw her big move, he knew it was over.
If it didn’t finish the Four Directions Monster Trees, he’d follow up. If that flopped, he’d grab her and run.
But if she nailed it…
“Thanks, Junior Brother.” Her spear hit the ground—Su Yaoyue’s face went paper-pale. Turning to Li Chuan, she—rarely—thanked him.
Her voice lost its icy edge.
Proud as hell, she hated owing anyone.
But Li Chuan charging in under that danger? That gutsiness earned her respect.
If her strike had failed, he’d have been toast too.
She only knew him as fourth-level Qi Refining—clueless about his real combat chops.
Cultivators live selfish—she glanced at the old guy and crew, strolling up late.
That’s reality.
“No need to thank me, Senior Sister. My Spirit Weapon didn’t do much,” Li Chuan said, stashing his sword, suddenly humble.
This was his goal.
No need for her to grovel—just a slight shift was enough.
A general? Don’t overestimate her smarts. If she had any, she wouldn’t have been framed into the Yin-Yang Sect.
Most cultivators worship strength anyway.
Seeing her wobble, Li Chuan zipped over to steady her. “Senior Sister, you okay?”
His arm slid around her slim waist—smooth as butter.
Su Yaoyue didn’t resist, shaking her head. “I’m fine, Junior Brother—no need for this.”
Yin-Yang Sect women, once you’re tight, don’t sweat formalities like other sects’ ladies.
Simple terms: get close, and they’re easy to handle.
She summoned her spear back, slipping from his grip, and flew to the old guy’s crew.
“Senior Sister Su, you alright?” the old guy asked, concerned.
Here’s the difference between real and fake old-timers—she didn’t answer, just held out a hand. “Monster Trees are down—settle up,” she said flat.
The Mission Hall gig was paid—she wanted the extra four Monster Trees’ reward now.
The old guy fumbled for Spirit Stones—awkward—he couldn’t scrape up 300. He borrowed from the crew and handed it over. “Senior Sister Su, thanks for the work.”
That’s most Spirit Planting folks’ deal.
They rake in Spirit Stones decently, but tons are ex-cultivators who hit a wall—feeling their years ticking down—so they switch tracks.
First thing after cashing in? Pills.
Can’t blame ‘em—that damn urgency to break through and ditch the lifespan shackles is real.
Without pill splurges, saving a thousand Spirit Stones a year’d be cake—years in, they’d have a stash.
Kinda like Li Chuan—pockets full, he can’t help spending.
His eyes tracked Su Yaoyue’s waist, savoring that earlier feel.
She pocketed the Spirit Stones, then turned to him. “Junior Brother, my mission’s done—see ya.”
If he hadn’t rushed in at the end, she’d have bailed without a word—that’s her style.
“Senior Sister, let’s roll together.”
Thinking of what might go down on the way, Li Chuan’s pulse kicked up.