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“Th-this… this is…”
Zhi Jiu paid no heed to Yu He’er’s shock. With a flick of her wrist, the dagger carved a cross-shaped wound.
Netherworld Flame swiftly surged into Yu He’er’s body, obliterating her life force.
“Pfft!”
Blood and viscera splattered onto the ground, even as Zhi Jiu withdrew her dagger.
The elders standing nearby were utterly stunned by this sight.
They had never imagined their Family Head would fall directly before their eyes.
Before the elders could fully process their shock, a crimson line appeared across each of their throats, and they collapsed, one after another.
At that moment, an oppressive tension permeated the Yu Family estate.
Yet, Zhi Jiu’s movements remained relentless.
A blade materialized in her hand, its surface emanating a bone-chilling cold.
“Ice Cloud Shatter!”
Zhi Jiu plunged the blade fiercely into the ground.
The ground instantly fractured, and a potent wave of icy power spread rapidly outward.
Blades of ice coalesced, radiating in all directions, freezing everything in their path into solid blocks of ice.
Zhi Jiu slowly drew her blade.
Around her, icy sword-lights flickered, and a world of frost materialized.
Within this frigid environment, Zhi Jiu’s gaze remained cold and merciless, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
Members of the Yu Family fell one after another, their flesh and blood scattering across the frigid ground.
A profound silence descended upon the surroundings.
As the icy blade was fully withdrawn, its body shimmered with an ice-blue radiance.
A torrential surge of furious Ice Spiritual Energy swept forth, burying everything of the Yu Family beneath it.
The rampant Ice Spiritual Energy raged through the area, instantly freezing a thousand li, transforming the land into a desolate world of ice and snow.
****
“Next target: the Cheng Family.”
Zhi Jiu did not linger, heading directly towards the Cheng Family estate.
This night was destined to be anything but peaceful.
The Cheng Family, once a prosperous and flourishing clan, was now shrouded in a pall of gloom.
Zhi Jiu’s arrival was akin to a nightmare, her ruthless methods striking terror into the hearts of the Cheng Family members.
Within the grand courtyard of the Cheng Family, a scene of utter chaos unfolded before everyone’s eyes.
Zhi Jiu’s figure flickered like a specter.
Wielding her icy dagger, a chilling aura permeated the air, making it difficult to breathe.
The family elders were gripped by extreme panic.
They hastily rallied their forces to resist.
Cheng Yang, the Cheng Family Head, also appeared utterly helpless amidst the chaos.
He couldn’t see anyone clearly; he merely witnessed his own people falling one by one.
Zhi Jiu’s eyes were cold and merciless.
She appeared to casually slaughter the Cheng Family members, each swing of her blade unleashing a bloody catastrophe.
****
Shortly thereafter,
the Cheng Family estate was reduced to ruins.
Not a single Cheng Family member survived.
As for the Ning Family, their situation was no better.
Under Leng Xi’s relentless assault, the once magnificent Ning Family was instantly transformed into a desolate ruin.
Why hadn’t these families employed arrays or other countermeasures?
Because Leng Xi and Zhi Jiu were Quasi-Saints, their cultivation alone surpassed that of their opponents.
Furthermore, empowered by Shadow Pills and Netherworld Flame, one couldn’t even locate them, let alone launch a counterattack.
It was like using high-tech equipment against ancient people; the result could only be an overwhelming victory.
As for Xian Yuan, she was deep in a pleasant dream on her bed.
Her sleeping posture was quite unrestrained.
One delicate hand reached upwards under her white nightgown, gently kneading her ample chest.
Her other hand rested on her stomach, index finger and thumb pinching a bit of the white fabric.
A trickle of drool escaped her lips, creating an unconventional aesthetic.
‘My materials~ Heh heh heh~’
In her dream, Xian Yuan had become a great landowner.
The dragon scales she possessed had been exchanged for gold, filling her house to the brim.
She then published a book, becoming a world-renowned figure.
However, she was unaware at this moment of the profound heartbreak she would soon experience.
****
The morning sunlight filtered gently through the sheer curtains, softly illuminating Xian Yuan’s face.
Leng Xi and Zhi Jiu stood by the bed, having only recently returned.
“Mm~”
Xian Yuan let out a soft murmur, lazily turning over and revealing a glimpse of her shapely posterior.
This movement made Leng Xi oblivious to her surroundings, her eyes reddening.
Zhi Jiu, however, watched her warily, ready to intervene should any unusual action occur.
“Xian Yuan, it’s time to wake up!”
Zhi Jiu gently called out to the girl in bed.
Yet, Xian Yuan on the bed remained utterly still.
“Xian Yuan, wake up!”
This time, Zhi Jiu firmly slapped the bed, sending Xian Yuan flying into the air, like a soaring sprite.
Following a graceful freefall, Xian Yuan landed with a thud on the floor.
“Aiya!! This is murder!”
Xian Yuan roared like a dragon and tiger, her eyes blazing with fury.
Like a wronged maiden, she glared at the two of them, then swiftly changed her expression and immediately slid into a kneeling bow.
“Oh, Sister Zhi Jiu and Sister Leng Xi, what can I do for you?”
Xian Yuan’s demeanor shifted with astonishing speed.
‘If you can’t win, concede.’
‘After all, I’m deferential to the powerful, but I strike hard against the weak!’
“Wang Zhe is waiting for you downstairs.”
“Alright, alright.”
Xian Yuan quickly shed her nightgown, revealing her snow-white body.
This sight caused Leng Xi’s eyes to widen considerably.
However, before she could gaze for more than a few seconds, Zhi Jiu, standing beside her, mercilessly interrupted.
“We’ll head down first.”
Zhi Jiu, her expression blank, pulled the wide-eyed Leng Xi out of the room.
After a while,
Xian Yuan donned a short-sleeved white dress, exuding the charm of a modern-day girl.
****
Downstairs,
a few people were enjoying the ‘breakfast’ Murong Fier had prepared in the kitchen.
Leng Xi’s face was etched with reluctance.
Her eyes, fixed on the dark, shapeless mass on the table, held a solemn expression.
She had never imagined Murong Fier’s cooking would be ‘dark cuisine’, and now she had to face such a predicament.
The dark, shapeless mass resembled sesame paste, though unlike sesame paste, it emitted a faint, putrid smell.
Leng Xi’s brow furrowed.
Her heart was filled with unease, yet she couldn’t conceal her burgeoning curiosity.
“Fier, what is this?”
Leng Xi asked, her brow slightly furrowed, her gaze fixed on the black liquid with a hesitant heart.
Murong Fier murmured, “Um…”
Murong Fier lowered her head, her face etched with an apologetic expression, as if she had committed a grave error.
“So much happened last night, I simply had to prepare a delicious meal to help you all alleviate your fatigue,” Murong Fier stated.
Before her words had fully faded, Wang Zhe stepped forward and patted Murong Fier on the shoulder, offering comfort: “Failure is the mother of success. As long as you persevere, everything will fall into place.”
“Sister Wang Zhe, I understand.”
Murong Fier’s eyes shone with gratitude and determination.
Leng Xi watched this scene, silently wishing for her success, for ultimately, all of this was for her own sake.
“Sister Wang Zhe, is your proclamation against the bandits finished?”
Xian Yuan bustled into the kitchen, then suddenly noticed Murong Fier and the others.
“Good morning!”
“Hmm.”
Zhi Jiu and the others scrutinized Xian Yuan’s modern white dress attire, instinctively comparing it to their own clothing.
Clearly, Xian Yuan’s outfit made her appear more vibrant and captivating.
With her graceful figure and skin as fair as snow, she was undeniably a sight that compelled others to steal a few extra glances.
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