My Daily Cultivation Life with a Clumsy Female Disciple

In the Guardian Mountain Formation, Chasing the Wind lay in the darkness, panting and sighing, "What a pity, only two taken down."

His big eyes glanced at Ao Yi, complaining, "Brother, you're too weak. What difference would it have made if you had switched with me at the end? One claw strike, and that guy would be dead for sure. You'd only have injured your claw. I really don't believe that phantom could have sliced your claw off with one slash."

Ao Yi's black body was completely invisible in the darkness, only his golden vertical pupils glowing brightly.

Those golden eyes, cold and detached, hovered in the air, quite intimidating.

The golden pupils swept over Chasing the Wind and said coldly, "You try letting him slash you once."

"How could I compare to you, Brother?" Chasing the Wind chuckled, "You've got thick skin, you can take it, but I can't."

Ao Yi felt something was off about that sentence, as if it wasn't meant as a compliment. He didn't respond, only asked, "What do we do next?"

"What do we do?"

Chasing the Wind tilted his head to look outside.

While they were driven back into the formation, the Hengduan Mountain Alliance's formation for breaking the array quickly mobilized, setting up array-breaking nails.

In a short time, over twenty array-breaking nails had been driven into the formation's barrier.

Although Chasing the Wind was known for being mischievous, lazy, and unruly, under the dual iron fists of Qin Ran and Tushan Youyou, he had still picked up some knowledge about formations.

He could feel that with each array-breaking nail driven in, the Guardian Mountain Formation let out a faint cry of distress.

"What else can we do? Keep going, of course!" he replied.

Ao Yi had a deeper connection with the formation, and he felt its pain more acutely.

He looked at the cultivators outside driving in the nails, his golden vertical pupils filled with pain but also murderous intent.

"Do you go first again?" he asked Chasing the Wind.

"Of course, I go first," Chasing the Wind said, lying down but lifting his head proudly, "I go out first, and you guys wait for your chance. This plan is absolutely the best; even my dad said so."

"I mean..." Ao Yi turned to look at him, "Can you still hold on?"

To prevent those suspicious Nascent Soul stage old monsters from suspecting anything, Chasing the Wind had taken two ancient demon-slaying talismans head-on, and then continued to battle a Nascent Soul stage cultivator while under the effect of those talismans.

He had looked mighty impressive earlier, but the cost had been significant.

"Just a mere Nascent Soul cultivator!" Chasing the Wind scoffed, "How could I not hold on?"

The darkness of the formation space was no obstacle for Ao Yi. He could see clearly that Chasing the Wind, who had the potential to become an eighth-grade demon beast, was already gasping for breath. His fur was disheveled, and there was a faint trace of blood on his flank.

The guy had been injured earlier.

"Actually, I could go out. That way, I could delay them and prevent them from breaking the formation too soon," Ao Yi suggested.

Chasing the Wind shook his head, "My dad said it's not about whether the formation breaks or not, it's about killing people. Your role in delaying them isn't that significant..." Ṙ

As he spoke, his tiger eyes suddenly lit up with a mischievous glint as he looked at Ao Yi, teasingly saying, "Brother, if you really feel bad about it, you could give me a couple of drops of your essence blood. Dragon essence blood would help me regain my might! It would be like adding wings to a tiger..."

"Smack!"

Before he could finish, Ao Yi's tail had already struck his face, sending him flying out of the formation with a heavy blow.

"Hehe, thanks, Brother, hehe!" Chasing the Wind's cheeky voice came from outside the formation.

Clearly, Ao Yi had still given him some essence blood.

Ao Yi prepared himself in the darkness of the formation, waiting for Chasing the Wind to lure away the ancient sword sage phantom so he could charge out and start killing.

He watched as Chasing the Wind dashed out, stabilized himself at a safe distance from the enemy formation, and then regained his Profound Underworld Spirit Tiger aura.

Instantly, the pride unique to the tiger clan emanated from him. He raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and disdainfully glared at the cultivators in the enemy formation.

The next moment...

He opened his mouth!

And unleashed a torrent of vulgar insults at the enemy.

"Pfft! You're not even worth a single hair of your tiger lord!"

A group of you can't even muster a single brain, being toyed with by your tiger grandpa.

"I've never seen such spineless cowards like you..."

"Come on, let's have a hundred rounds..."

"I'll even let you have both my hands... or both hands and feet... even my tail, I'll just use my mouth to bite you to death..."

At this time, the Hengduan Mountain Alliance had already reinforced their formation, with five Nascent Soul cultivators providing protection. They glared at Chasing the Wind, their fists itching with anger, but they didn't make a move.

"Are you all turtles turned spirit?"

Chasing the Wind continued his verbal onslaught.

"If you don't come over, I'm going to bite you."

The enemy, having learned their lesson, didn't fall for his provocation and focused on driving in the array-breaking nails.

"Here I come..." Chasing the Wind warned.

Come?

What could this little brat do besides running his mouth? Who did he think he was?!

The cultivators in the formation didn't believe it for a second...

"Whizz~Thud!"

Suddenly, a white shadow darted in, and before the cultivators in the formation could react, the Nascent Soul cultivators couldn't believe their eyes, and a Foundation Establishment cultivator had no chance to resist, being accurately bitten by the white tiger and quickly dragged back to its original spot.

The speed and precision of the attack left everyone in awe, truly a masterful tiger strike.

"Pfft!"

Chasing the Wind spat out the corpse from his mouth.

The corpse's neck had four thumb-sized holes, and as Chasing the Wind pulled his teeth out, blood spurted out with a "pssh" sound. The corpse, still spurting blood, fell from the sky, landing in a pile of other corpses below, kicking up dust.

“Disgusting!” Chasing the Wind said with disdain, “You see, cowards even have stinky blood!”

The Hengduan Mountain Alliance's formation had already halted, their eyes wide with fear as they looked at the white tiger across from them, realizing they had just walked past the gates of hell.

They hadn't expected the white tiger to dare come over in front of so many of them, nor had they expected it to come and go unscathed.

So, they couldn't help but ask themselves a question: if the white tiger's target hadn't been that unlucky guy but themselves, could they have survived?

The cultivators in the formation were all stunned and terrified.

The outer cultivators, especially the Foundation Establishment ones, were overcome with fear.

Now, they couldn't be sure that the next one to be snatched away by the white tiger wouldn't be them.

Even the Core Formation cultivators didn't feel safe.

The battlefield fell silent!

A single white tiger had brazenly suppressed over a thousand cultivators.

"Chasing the Wind has the courage of a tiger!"

Seeing this scene outside, Qin Ran couldn't help but clap and laugh.

"Master..." Li Shiyin was practicing her sword moves under the Old Spirit Pagoda Tree, hearing his words, she couldn't help but question, "Chasing the Wind is already a tiger!"

“Ah! You don’t understand!” Qin Ran shook her head and said.

Li Shiyin continued her sword practice, her sword intent faintly resonating with Qin Ran.

"Ahem!" Qin Ran avoided looking at Li Shiyin, instead gazing at the outside of the formation, boasting to Gu Yueming, "See that? I trained him. Smart, brave, strong, isn't he a million times better than a mount?"

"Indeed!" Gu Yueming nodded in agreement, glad he hadn't taken Chasing the Wind from Qin Ran... another correct decision, "Chasing the Wind's value is no less than that of a late-stage Nascent Soul elder!"

“Now, the Hengduan Mountain Alliance is caught between a rock and a hard place. They have to take action against Chasing the Wind,” Qin Ran said with a sense of pride, “But with two Nascent Souls already lost to him, they only have one choice...”

"Which is to send that ancient sword sage phantom to kill Chasing the Wind!"

"Chasing the Wind is truly both wise and brave!" Gu Yueming praised.

Because he knew what would happen if the ancient sword sage was lured away by Chasing the Wind.

"Master..." Li Shiyin said again, "They're not riding a tiger! Chasing the Wind didn't let them ride him."

Qin Ran glanced at her, thinking her a foolish disciple, and didn't bother explaining.

"And Master, since Chasing the Wind is equivalent to a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator..." Li Shiyin continued questioning, "Does that mean I'm also equivalent to a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator?"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes..." Qin Ran nodded.

Li Shiyin sensed his indifference, suddenly drew her sword, and said, "Hmph! Stinky Qin Ran, watch out!"

"Swish..."

Someone had their eyebrows shaved off by a sword...