Unsheathed

A small boat was traveling down the river and through the drizzling rain, with an old fisherman wearing a bamboo hat and a green raincoat sitting on the bow and drinking wine with his head tilted back. There were two beautiful songstresses sitting behind him, both lithe and wearing thin garments. One was holding a pipa and playing an energetic melody, while the other was holding a sandalwood percussion instrument and creating a melodious beat. The combination of the two sounds was seemingly discordant and chaotic, yet there was actually order amid the disorder, with the two instruments benefiting each other.

The three people on the small boat were naturally all cultivators.

A Qi refiner soared through the air above the river, casually activating an immortal tool and unleashing a ray of white light that blasted toward the small boat as he scolded loudly, "You're too bloody noisy! Stop drinking and pretending that you're so great and mighty! This river water will surely be enough for you to drink your fill, and you won't even need to pay a single copper coin!"

The old fisherman raised an arm and gently shook his sleeve, and not only did the ferocious ray of white light not strike the small boat and capsize it, but it was actually absorbed completely into the old fisherman's sleeve, ringing for a moment before quickly falling silent.

The Qi refiner was devastated, and he immediately came to a hovering stop in the air and pleaded, "Please return my flying sword, Old Immortal."

"Kowtow and beg me," the old fishermen snickered.

The Qi refiner landed on the surface of the river without hesitation, treating it as the ground as he vigorously kowtowed and sent large splashes of water into the surroundings.

The small boat shot into the distance like an arrow, and only after the blind idiot kowtowed three times did the old fisherman shake his sleeve and throw out the snow-white sword pellet, lightly grabbing it in his hand before launching it backward.

After catching his bonded sword pellet and dashing far into the distance, the sword cultivator laughed loudly and exclaimed, "Old Geezer, if those two little ladies are your daughters, then how about I become your son-in-law? I won't complain about one being too few, and I won't complain about two being too many either..."

The young woman carrying the pipa smiled coldly, suddenly plucking the pipa strings vigorously and making it appear as if violent wind and lashing rain were about to descend.

A gigantic depression was blasted into the river surface behind the small boat, with the depression emanating all the way to the location of the Sea Observation Tier sword cultivator. Seeing that things were taking a turn for the worse, the sword cultivator soared into the air and attempted to distance himself from the surface of the river.

Unexpectedly, however, the shapely young woman holding the red sandalwood percussion instrument lightly raised a hand and struck her instrument, causing a colossal Dao Manifestation of the instrument to descend from the curtain of rain in the sky. The mountain-sized manifestation slammed into the sword cultivator and violently smacked him into the river. Afterward, it was only when the small boat traveled more than five kilometers into the distance that the pitiful sword cultivator climbed ashore, lying down on his back and panting heavily. He didn't dare to provoke the three people on the small boat anymore.