Chapter 82: Then Prepare—Enter Hell

“Purity.

Too low.”

From the very moment she had arrived in this world, Bai Yue had been fully aware of her own trump cards.

She could see the system panel.

She could forcibly raise her cultivation realm using points.

This was her “cheat.”

But even with this cheat device in hand, she had never placed all her hopes on something so intangible.

Points could buy realms, but they could never fill her insatiable heart.

In her eyes, there had always been only one goal—the lofty, unattainable deity above all else!

And now, a hunk of iron that hadn’t even earned the right to press [Start] in this game was here, brazenly lecturing about superiority?

Boasting that it surpassed all of humanity?

Absolutely laughable.

“Purity?”

The dignified voice from within the immortal boat faltered.

Chu Zhai was clearly unfamiliar with this term; her underlying logic had no matching response.

Her tone carried a hint of visible confusion.

“Purity?

What is that?

Can it be converted into combat power?

Or increase armor?”

Bai Yue didn’t answer directly.

She looked up at the menacing mechanical birds and beasts in the sky, her tone suddenly turning contemplative.

“I do one thing every single day.”

Bai Yue held up a finger, speaking slowly.

“Multiple times a day, I force myself to stop.

I try to forcibly detach my mind from cultivation and experience the everyday life that has nothing to do with getting stronger.

Like watching the clouds.

Or listening to this idiot next to me talk nonsense.”

“Hey!

Who’re you calling an idiot!”

Xiao Yueluo was hopping mad behind her, but her protests fell on deaf ears.

Bai Yue ignored her and continued looking at the immortal boat: “I have to force myself to do these relaxing things.

Because only during these moments can I temporarily forget about cultivation and stop squeezing every last drop of my soul.”

Dead silence fell over the entire plaza.

After a brief pause, Chu Zhai’s voice suddenly rose in pitch, the blue inscriptions on her hull flickering violently: “You!

Meaning—you devote your mind to cultivation at every single waking moment?!”

This realization caused a severe logical conflict in the proud boat spirit.

A person who poured every thought into cultivation at all times, even needing to “physically isolate” her own brain just to breathe like a normal human?

What kind of monster was this?

What kind of goal, what kind of ideal, what kind of purity was driving her through this utterly insane self-torture?

Chu Zhai’s proud central processing core began to overheat.

She instinctively compared herself.

Could I do that?

No!

I don’t need to!

Inside her mind, Chu Zhai frantically patched her own logic: I am strong.

I am stronger than anyone!

Therefore, I don’t need to devote all my mind to cultivation like those weaklings.

If I—who was born stronger than humans, than demon beasts, even than those innate sacred spirits, with higher aptitude and comprehension—were to cultivate even harder than them…

That would be far too unfair to every other living being.

Yes.

I don’t work hard to maintain the fairness of this world!

“Are you comforting yourself with your ‘unfairness theory’?”

Bai Yue suddenly laughed.

The laugh was soft, but it pierced Chu Zhai’s logical defenses like a needle.

“Why do you feel that way, weakling?”

Bai Yue took a step forward.

“If you truly believe you’re stronger than everyone, and that your diligent cultivation would be unfair to other living beings… then why are you trembling right now?”

“What?!”

Chu Zhai was startled.

Bai Yue pointed at the sky, then at the immortal boat: “If you were truly so at ease, why are all your weapons and formation nodes now uncontrollably aimed at me?

And why is there a fear in your core right now—the fear of ‘regretting not having trained harder before’?!”

Chu Zhai froze.

She hastily examined her own hull.

At some point, all three hundred sixty steel bird-beast puppets circling above had abandoned their patrol patterns, locking their most lethal tail-stingers directly on Bai Yue’s forehead.

This had never happened before!

She had issued no attack command!

This was her body’s instinctive reaction!

Didn’t that mean—this invincible steel body was afraid of the woman before her, who hadn’t even released a wisp of spiritual pressure?!

Unforgivable!

Absolutely unforgivable!

Overwhelming shame and fury shattered Chu Zhai’s proud composure in an instant.

If armor couldn’t provide a sense of security—then she’d tear it apart!

“You’re asking for death—!”

With a heart-rending shriek, Chu Zhai shed her immortal boat disguise entirely.

She activated her strongest technique—Chu Zhai Dao!

Ultimate True Form!

BOOM—!

With a deafening explosion, the colossal hull disintegrated in an instant.

Tons of steel melted and reformed at a visible speed.

Those blue inscriptions wove through the air like blood, forming an intricate net.

There was no longer a massive immortal boat in the sky.

In its place hovered a beautiful woman.

She perfectly blended the traits of three races—

Her body was clad in streamlined silver armor—the coldness of an artifact spirit.

Her exposed skin was fair and warm—the vitality of a human.

And behind her unfolded a pair of bewitching wings made of pure spirit particles—radiating the dangerous aura of a great demon.

Neither human, nor demon, nor artifact.

And yet, that did nothing to diminish her beauty.

It was a beauty of overwhelming, violent oppression.

This was her ultimate true form.

To date, only Bai Yue had been deemed worthy of witnessing this form—one that embodied both power and beauty.

Chu Zhai looked down on Bai Yue from above, slowly licking her crimson lips, her gaze filled with brutal killing intent.

Then, she made a move that made everyone’s jaws drop.

She raised her right hand, covered in a silver gauntlet, and slowly reached toward her own chest—toward the vast, magnificent peaks that would make any woman envious.

Then, amid a grating metallic screech, she pulled—from that deep, shadowy valley—a massive greatsword a full two meters long, perfectly matched to her own height!

The greatsword blazed with blue flames as she pointed it at Bai Yue’s nose from afar.

“This is my strongest form.”

Chu Zhai’s voice was no longer ethereal, but carried the texture of metal and fervent passion.

“I hope you, this arrogant challenger, do not disappoint me!”

The scene was silent for two seconds.

Then, a mournful wail shattered the tense atmosphere.

“Curse you—!!!”

Xiao Yueluo, staring at Chu Zhai’s awe-inspiring, toweringly endowed empress-like form, couldn’t stop her teeth from chattering.

Tears rolled shamelessly in her eyes.

She looked down at her own chest for a second, then back up at the mecha-girl in the sky.

“Why?!

Why is this happening?!”

Xiao Yueluo tore at her hair in despair.

“Why are their chests so big?!

Even a hunk of iron is bigger than me!

What did she eat to grow those?!

And how did she fit that sword in there?!”

“Shut up.”

Su Qingyan unceremoniously slapped the back of Xiao Yueluo’s head, cutting off her meltdown.

Su Qingyan’s gaze had never left Bai Yue.

She murmured to herself: “A battle that belongs to Bai Yue…”

She was curious.

Throughout their time together, the Bai Yue she’d seen was mostly lazy, sharp-tongued, or one-sidedly overwhelming.

She truly wanted to know—what did Bai Yue look like when she was genuinely serious?

But reason told Su Qingyan that with her and Yueluo’s current strength, they had no right to spectate such a battle up close.

She grabbed Xiao Yueluo by the collar and prepared to drag her away from this danger zone—to make sure she wouldn’t hold Bai Yue back.

But just as she turned, Bai Yue’s voice rang in her ears.

“Don’t.”

Bai Yue raised her hand, stopping them.

“Relax, Su Qingyan.”

Bai Yue’s tone was casual.

“Against her, I have a ten-out-of-ten chance of victory.

So you don’t need to run.

Just stand behind me and watch.”

With that, Bai Yue pressed her fingers together like a sword, condensing a sharp edge of spiritual energy at her fingertips.

She turned and casually drew a black line half an inch deep on the ground in front of Xiao Yueluo.

Then, ten meters ahead, at the spot where she’d been standing just moments before, she drew a second straight ink line.

Done with that, Bai Yue dusted off her hands and looked up at the murderous Chu Zhai in midair.

She grinned, revealing a set of pristine, gleaming teeth.

“This is the emergency zone.”

Bai Yue tapped the ink line on the ground with her toe.

“And this is the furthest point you’re allowed to advance.”

She raised her thumb and slowly drew it across her own neck.

“Listen up, you hunk of iron.

The moment you set foot within my lines—or before that—I’ll take you down.”

Two lines.

The furthest distance from Chu Zhai was no more than thirty meters.

Chu Zhai stared at the lines on the ground, and an overwhelming sense of humiliation shattered her composure.

Her pride as a favored child of heaven surged to its peak.

“Arrogant!

Far too arrogant!”

Chu Zhai gripped her two-meter greatsword with both hands, her light wings swelling to twice their size as her defiant roar shook the heavens.

“Don’t forget—you are the challenger here!”

Bai Yue’s smile widened.

She slowly drew her sword from her waist, its tip pointing downward.

The spiritual pressure she had suppressed to its limit now exploded outward with a deafening roar.

The black flagstones beneath her feet cracked inch by inch under the sheer weight of her aura.

“Is that so?”

Bai Yue raised her eyes, the image of Chu Zhai’s stunned face reflected in her pupils.

“Then prepare—enter hell.”

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