Chapter 0661 The Proud Strong One

**Chapter 0661: The Lone Proud Warrior**

Jian Ruyan also despised those Immortal Disciples, believing them all to be perverted bastards like Lv Lingtian. She agreed to go and check things out.

Now, both she and Long Qiaofeng felt their strength was nowhere near that of Qin Yun and Xiao Yuelan.

They were all at the Early Spiritual Martial Realm, yet the difference was obvious.

They couldn’t understand how even highly cultivated Immortal Disciples had been defeated by Xiao Yuelan and Qin Yun.

Jian Ruyan quietly worried that Jian Nanhu might lose to Qin Yun again!

As they rushed forward, they sensed two energy signatures from a distance.

Jian Ruyan gasped, “That’s Brother Hu’s aura—who is he fighting?”

“Jian Nanhu is battling an Immortal Disciple!” Qin Yun mused, curious to see how much Jian Nanhu’s strength had improved.

Learning that Jian Nanhu was just ahead, Qin Yun and the others quickly flew over.

Xiao Yuelan wore a mask—she didn’t want to be recognized.

When they arrived, they saw Jian Nanhu fighting a black-clad youth.

All the trees within a radius of two to three kilometers had been destroyed, leaving shattered wood and scattered branches.

Jian Nanhu wielded his Lifebound Sword, unleashing the Divine Art *Sword Shakes the Heavens*, while relentlessly thrusting at the black-clad youth.

Countless sword shadows, along with the sword energy released from *Sword Shakes the Heavens*, formed a chaotic storm of sword energy that pressed down on the black-clad youth.

The black-clad youth’s weapon was also a sword, his body wreathed in an eerie red glow as he resisted the descending sword energy and charged through the tempest of blades.

This black-clad youth was indeed an Immortal Disciple, and his strength was formidable—he withstood Jian Nanhu’s fierce assault.

“Qin Yun, is this all you’ve got? Capturing you seems far too easy!” the black-clad youth said mockingly.

Hearing this from afar, Qin Yun seethed—Jian Nanhu was impersonating him!

Jian Nanhu was combat-obsessed and strong. When he met the Immortal Disciple, he wanted a fight.

He feared revealing he was from the Jian Clan would make the opponent unwilling to fight, so he pretended to be Qin Yun.

Jian Ruyan was at a loss.

After breaking through Jian Nanhu’s attack, the black-clad youth dashed forward, his sword suddenly transforming into a bolt of black light that shot toward Jian Nanhu’s chest!

“With strength like yours, you think you can capture me?” Jian Nanhu sneered, not bothering to dodge as he allowed the black light to pierce him.

Shockingly, Jian Nanhu ignored the sword turned black light and charged straight at the black-clad youth.

The black-clad youth’s sword pierced through Jian Nanhu’s body.

Yet, Jian Nanhu remained completely unharmed. In an instant, he appeared before the black-clad youth, his Lifebound Sword already piercing through.

“Ahh—you—!”

The black-clad youth was terrified. He was certain his sword had pierced Jian Nanhu’s heart, and upon entry, it had unleashed an explosive burst of energy.

But Jian Nanhu was completely unscathed!

Jian Nanhu's sword thrust was incredibly fast, delivered with desperate, all-or-nothing force!

His blade struck the black-clad youth's shoulder, releasing a burst of savage sword energy.

The sword energy surged through his lifebound blade, tearing through the youth's shoulder.

Even as the black-clad youth retreated, Jian Nanhu matched his steps effortlessly, ensuring his sword remained embedded in the youth's shoulder, pouring wave after wave of sword energy.

"You're not Qin Yun!" the black-clad youth suddenly roared, frantically reaching to pull the sword lodged in Jian Nanhu's chest.

But the sword seemed fused to Jian Nanhu's chest, impossible to dislodge!

"Correct, I'm not Qin Yun—I'm Jian Nanhu! You're a disgrace as an Immortal Disciple! Such a fine Immortal Body wasted on you!" Jian Nanhu roared in fury. "What a waste—like serving delicacies to pigs!"

"You... you dare mock me!" the youth snarled, swinging a fist at Jian Nanhu's face.

Jian Nanhu swiftly caught the punch and pumped a burst of violent energy into it, shredding the youth's sleeve.

"What if I'm not Qin Yun?" Jian Nanhu sneered, wrenching his sword free before thrusting it straight into the youth's chest!

His blade, wreathed in potent sword energy, punched a fist-sized hole through the youth's torso.

"A loser like you has no business wielding a sword, much less forging a lifebound blade," Jian Nanhu taunted. "You? Capture Qin Yun? If you took him, how could I defeat him in the Martial Dao Championship?"

"Jian Nanhu, you know I'm an Immortal Disciple of the Qiweng Hall! Kill me, and both the Jian Clan and Sword Immortal Pavilion will pay!" the youth shouted, sensing Jian Nanhu's murderous intent.

"Is that a threat? Fine—I'll kill you and see how your backers come for revenge!"

Jian Nanhu swung his sword, severing the youth's head and stashing it in a spatial artifact.

Seeing this, Qin Yun quickly flew over.

Jian Nanhu, keenly sensitive to Qin Yun's presence, grew excited. "Qin Yun, is that you?"

Upon landing, Qin Yun quickly retrieved the youth's corpse.

"It's me," Qin Yun said, storing the corpse with a grin.

"Here to play grave robber?" Jian Nanhu grumbled.

The lifebound sword stuck in Jian Nanhu began dissolving—the master dead, the blade perished with him.

"That corpse is useful to me," Qin Yun said.

"To me as well! That Immortal Disciple had an Immortal Body!" Jian Nanhu yelled. "Hand it over, or I won't go easy on you!"

Qin Yun chuckled. "You impersonated me earlier—a huge insult. But now, with this corpse, we're square!"

Jian Nanhu exploded. "I did you honor by impersonating you! How is that an insult?"

"You're my two-time loser," Qin Yun replied lightly.

"Qin Yun, fight me!" Jian Nanhu brandished his sword defiantly.

Just then, Jian Ruyan, Long Qiaofeng, Yue Bufeng, and Xiao Yuelan showed up.

"Hu-ge, forget it! Beating him here won’t get an audience. Wait until the Martial Dao Championship to take him down—that’s when everyone will see!" Jian Ruyan said. "Right now, hunting the Beast King comes first!"

Jian Nanhu snorted. "Qin Yun, I took out one of the Immortal Disciples coming for you—save your thanks! The reason I didn’t want them dragging you off is so I can defeat you myself at the Martial Dao Championship!"

"Two Immortal Disciples already tried to nab me, and both died!" Qin Yun chuckled. "So don’t expect gratitude from me either—I could’ve handled them without you!"

"You—"

Jian Nanhu had been feeling pretty smug about his victory over an Immortal Disciple, something worth bragging about. But now Qin Yun claimed he’d done the same.

He turned to Jian Ruyan. "Is this true?"

Jian Ruyan nodded. "He took down one solo... and then the masked guy next to him got another."

Jian Nanhu stared at the black-clad figure in shock. "Who’s that masked one? They from Immortal Weapon City too?"

"I’m Qin Yun’s wife!" Xiao Yuelan declared bluntly.

"What—"

Stunned for a moment, Jian Nanhu snapped angrily at Qin Yun. "You! Why do you have a wife? If you want to be a real powerhouse, you shouldn’t be tied down by a woman!"

"Qin Yun, I misjudged you! You don’t have what it takes to be a real powerhouse. With a wife, you’ll be distracted, unable to focus on cultivation. By the time of the Martial Dao Championship, you’ll definitely lose to me! You might as well forfeit now!"

"Only by staying single can you become an untouchable king!"

Jian Nanhu spoke with utter conviction, like he was destined for eternal solitude.

"Jian Nanhu, if you want to be a lone ranger, go ahead. I’m not joining your madness—you’re nuts!" Qin Yun scoffed. "My wife’s strong—stronger than me, even—and we go way back. That hasn’t stopped me from beating you, has it?"

"You only beat me once before—but from now on, you’ll never win again!" Jian Nanhu declared firmly, then turned to plead. "Qin Yun, listen to me. Cut her loose and be my lifelong rival!"

"Screw off!" Qin Yun laughed bitterly. "Go stew in your loneliness. I’m not playing along!"

Jian Nanhu huffed. "Qin Yun, when you lose to me at the Martial Dao Championship, you’ll see how staying single pays off!"

"Buzz off!" Qin Yun shot back with disdain. "Just wait. I’ll show you firsthand that having a wife doesn’t stop me from wiping the floor with you!"

"I’m giving you good advice," Jian Nanhu snapped. "I don’t want to see you weaken like this. Qin Yun, I thought you were better than this—turning into some womanizer! Yan-mei, stay away from him—he’ll ruin you!"

"We sword cultivators must keep our hearts solitary and proud!"

Jian Ruyan nodded in agreement.

Qin Yun and Xiao Yuelan exchanged glances, barely hiding their amusement.

"Total nutjob!" Qin Yun muttered. "Let’s bag that Beast King!"

...

Above Demon Martial Island, a wave of oppressive auras suddenly descended—demi-immortals had arrived!

They included demi-immortals from Elder Wen’s faction, the Medicine Immortal Valley, and other sects.

Their elders had all perished here, so they came to get answers.

Especially the Odd Glyph Hall faction—all three Immortal Disciples they sent had bitten the dust!

Jian Shitian arrived last. When he heard the news, he smelled trouble and booked it over immediately.