"What on earth... is happening here..."
Zi Yiyi’s eyes were lifeless, clearly not expecting the situation to spiral into such an uncontrollable state.
Fairy Wangshu tapped her toes on the roof’s eaves, her snow-white skirt fluttering in the wind. She gazed at Cailing suspended in the air, her eyes filled with hostility.
She remembered this woman; outside Chuyun City, it was this female evil cultivator who blocked her master. After she appeared, the evil cultivator knew she was no match and immediately fled.
"Are you going to stop me again from saving my junior brother?"
Fairy Wangshu’s voice was like a cold spring. She stretched out her jade-like hand, not to grip a sword, but to untie the snow fox fur wrapped around her neck.
She carefully folded it and then put it into her Qiankun Bag.
Zi Yiyi was somewhat surprised by Fairy Wangshu’s ceremonial gesture before battle. Was this snow fox fur an indispensable treasure to her?
"So, Fairy Wangshu remembers me? I am truly honored."
Cailing smiled charmingly, causing waves of fascination to ripple through the air.
Facing Fairy Wangshu of the Lower Feather Transformation Realm, the evil cultivator showed no fear and even had the leisure to engage in banter.
Though Zi Yiyi was a maid, her long years by the side of Hua Jing’s head had accustomed her to great cultivators who were rare in the eyes of the ordinary.
As such, although she couldn’t sense the cultivation level on Cailing, she could roughly guess her realm through her aura—
Feather Realm Perfection!
This was her fearless confidence!
Zi Yiyi anxiously pondered countermeasures in her heart, realizing the higher the realm, the greater the gap. Although Fairy Wangshu was not an ordinary Lower Feather Transformation, it was also obvious that the opponent was not a typical Feather Realm perfectionist!
Everyone present added together likely wouldn’t be a match for this evil cultivator!
At this moment, she was already contemplating retreat and reviewed all possible ways to contact help in her mind.
But unexpectedly, in the mere moment of her thought, Fairy Wangshu had turned into a snow-colored streak and charged out!
...
"Taisui... you’re indeed carrying it!"
A masked man slowly stepped out of the night, only his eyes, sparkling brightly in the darkness, were exposed.
His voice was aged, and his physique extremely slender, resembling an old, dying monkey.
You Su was bound in mid-air by an invisible giant hand, his face flushed red, clearly due to prolonged suffocation. Worse still, he felt his body paralyzed, as if an electric current coursed through, preventing movement.
The suddenness of it all left him unable to react in time to crush the jade bead, and he was easily lifted like a chick.
"Let him go!"
Ji Lingruo was anxious and angry, raising her sword towards the masked man, but the man ignored her completely, as if she was beneath notice.
Watching You Su’s violently trembling body suspended mid-air, her eyes burned with fury. Without further hesitation, she kicked off and burst forth with astonishing momentum.
At that moment, Ji Lingruo poured all her Profound Qi into her right hand, her sword at a speed of Qi flow she had never imagined before!
But today was not like the past; she had You Su’s Demon Pill he had remolded for her, and under He Shutong’s guidance, she continually mastered the Mandarin Duck Swordsmanship. Even the fiercest form in the Mandarin Duck Swordsmanship—One Bird Enters the Forest, she could now exhibit its grace!
The surrounding Profound Qi responded to Ji Lingruo’s sword, resonating fiercely with its power. Yet, this full-strength strike felt like a clay ox entering the sea when it hit the masked man’s front, not even scratching his clothes as her strength was entirely dissipated.
"Not bad sword form."
The masked man finally turned to glance at the girl he had long ignored, surprisingly offering praise to the young woman who had brandished a sword against him.
"This matter doesn’t concern you, leave."
The masked man withdrew his gaze, his tone indifferent, resembling a final act of mercy.
However, there was no way Ji Lingruo would retreat in the face of a mere word from him. She gritted her teeth, raised her arms, disregarding the numbness from her previous exertion, and charged again with her sword.
The masked man casually flicked his fingers, causing a point of cold light to shine instantly. Ji Lingruo, who was rushing at him, suddenly reversed her momentum, flying backward, landing on the grass, gouging out a trench over ten meters long.
The masked man sighed softly, then glanced up. Despite blood on her lips, the girl stubbornly struggled to stand again.
The masked man was astonished, his control over Profound Qi more precise than his own hands, and he had held back this time, intending only to render a Middle Spirit Platform Realm cultivator immobile. Yet, this girl withstood the blow?
"It seems you’re no different from those Demon Race beasts; low intelligence, yet remarkably durable."
Resisting in the face of absolute power disparity was meaningless.
The masked man’s left palm pressed down as if from high above, and the just-risen Ji Lingruo felt a thousand pounds pressing upon her, her knees buckling again into the ground.
"This is the punishment for ignoring advice. You demons never learn. If you just listened, there wouldn’t be a need to be confined to that limited space, living a precarious life."
Perhaps it was the mask shielding his face that emboldened the masked man to vent his dissatisfaction with the Demon Race brazenly.
In truth, in public, discussions on racial discrimination are taboo for cultivators of his level, as they could easily spark conflict between the two continents.