Wang Po suddenly turned her head,
Unknowingly, a silver-haired girl had silently appeared behind her.
The abandoned temple was dim, the moonlight ghastly pale.
The girl’s figure was slender, and her appearance bore a seven or eight out of ten resemblance to Xu Qingjun, yet her aura was completely different.
Her silver hair cascaded down, within the strands were faint crimson pupils, like fire, like blood.
Cold, ruthless, with a hint of maddening frenzy
At this moment, she was tilting her head to scrutinize her, a morbid smile playing at the corners of her lips.
This girl... who is this girl?!
Wang Po had never seen her before!
She was sure this was not Xu Qingjun!
How could a little girl suddenly turn into a young woman?
"You... who are you? Where is Xu Qingjun?" Wang Po shouted harshly, secretly clutching the magical artifact hidden in her sleeve.
"Hee hee..."
The girl covered her mouth, giving a mocking laugh,
"Are you talking about that crybaby, that fool who takes whatever comes? She was too noisy, so I let her sleep for a while."
"As for me? My name is — Xu Xinming!"
Wang Po, being a senior in the Myat Pill Pavilion for many years, quickly calmed down after a brief shock.
"Stop pretending to be a god!"
After all, she had the cultivation of the third-layer of Qi Cultivation, how could she truly fear a mysterious little girl?
"Old woman like me, I don’t care who you are! Since you’re not that wretched girl, what’s the use of keeping you!"
A flash of fierceness glared in Wang Po’s eyes as her withered palm, glowing faintly with spiritual light, mercilessly slammed towards Xu Xinming’s crown!
Years of immersion in low-tier magic had taught her well, and this seemingly ordinary strike harbored sinister force, enough to shatter common stone.
Faced with Wang Po’s wrathful blow, Xu Xinming’s smile only grew more excited.
"Good!"
Instead of retreating, she advanced, her delicate figure nimbly sidestepping Wang Po’s palm strike in an incredible way.
At the same time, her pale and slender fingertips suddenly gathered icy glimmers!
"Swoosh! Swoosh!"
Several translucent, unmatched sharp ice needles appeared out of thin air.
With a sharp screech tearing through the air, they tore the dim darkness apart.
Like arrows released from a bow, they aimed straight for Wang Po’s vital points!
Ice Condensation Needle!
Wang Po was appalled; she never anticipated that this seemingly fragile girl could instantly cast magic!
No... it wasn’t instant; she had been secretly preparing!
"Crazy girl!"
With an angry roar, Wang Po abandoned her attack, scrambling to defend herself.
A small bronze mirror spun at her front, blocking the ice needles.
"Ding ding ding!"
The ice needles clashed against the mirror, emitting crisp collision sounds.
Spiritual light flickered, successfully fending them off, leaving only a few shallow white marks on the mirror surface.
"Wait..."
After repelling the attack, Wang Po was initially stunned, then delightedly sensed the spiritual power fluctuation contained in the ice needles!
Such weak power?
Wang Po suddenly laughed sinisterly, "So, just a little trash at the first-layer of Qi Cultivation!"
She was both shocked and delighted.
This girl, calling herself Xu Xinming, had such ferocious, savage demeanor, yet her beauty was an otherworldly charm.
Wang Po had thought she possessed some skill, but to end up being just a small fry who had just stepped into the first-layer of Qi Cultivation!
And to think she was momentarily intimidated by her earlier!
Reflecting on this, Wang Po’s heart settled, her sinister grin widening.
Her fingers curled into claws, spiritual light flickering, stirring up a foul wind.
"Bang!"
To Wang Po’s surprise, Xu Xinming did not dodge, raising her slender arm to meet her spiritually powerful claw head-on!
This madwoman!
"Crack!"
The sound of bone fracturing echoed sharply in the eerie silence of the abandoned temple.
Xu Xinming’s arm twisted at a bizarre angle, blood rapidly staining her thin sleeve.
She stifled a groan of pain, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
Yet those crimson eyes shone brightly, burning with even more delirium!
Seeing this, Wang Po felt a chill rise from the depths of her heart; despite having the upper hand, she was terrified by the girl’s life-for-life, pain-ignoring strategy, causing her to retreat repeatedly.
After all, she was old and had been complacent in the Myat Pill Pavilion for many years, long losing her youthful fervor and readiness to fight to the death.
Facing such a frenzied opponent, how could she not feel fear?
Just as Wang Po, filled with bewilderment, several more crystalline ice needles appeared out of nowhere, aiming for her face!
But Wang Po now understood the girl’s reality.
Decisively deploying the bronze mirror, ignoring the ice needles.
Withered fingers clawed at the girl’s heart!
She wanted to kill with one strike, to completely resolve this madwoman!
However, just as Wang Po’s claw was about to touch the girl’s body, water vapor suddenly enveloped around the girl!
"Water Element Shield!"
A pale blue water shield rapidly formed, barely blocking Wang Po’s determined blow!
"Boom!"
The Water Element Shield didn’t hold for long, as Wang Po’s spiritually powered claw shattered it with a powerful blow!
The exploding water shield turned into a cold mist, instantly cloaking Wang Po, temporarily obstructing her view.
Wang Po squinted her eyes, wary of Xu Xinming’s reckless mania, fearing she might use the icy mist to launch a sudden attack, retreating half a step with full vigilance.
Yet to her surprise, as the mist cleared swiftly, the girl’s figure was already nowhere to be seen!
All she saw was that the seemingly do-or-die girl had grabbed the empty basket on the ground just as the water shield shattered.
Her figure darted out of the decrepit temple like an arrow released from a bowstring, disappearing in a few swift movements into the vast wind and snow!
"Damn it!"
As the mist dissipated, Wang Po, looking at the empty temple and Xu Xinming’s disappearance direction, trembled with rage, stomping her feet.
It was only now she belatedly realized the girl had never intended to fight her, only wanting to seize the opportunity to escape!
Wang Po recalled carefully, the spiritual energy fluctuations from the girl were extremely weak, indeed only at the first-layer of Qi Cultivation, theoretically no match for her.
Moreover, the consecutive magic spells just used had already exceeded the spiritual power limits of a first-layer practitioner!
This girl must have exhausted her spiritual power!
But... why did she grab an empty basket?
"Hmph! You can run, but you can’t hide from the temple!"
Wang Po snorted coldly, intending to channel her spiritual power to give chase.
"Hehehe... interesting, truly interesting..."
A hoarse and dry, yet eerily captivating female voice abruptly spoke up within the temple.
Wang Po’s entire body stiffened and she spun around sharply.
She saw in the shadows of the ruined temple, an unknown figure had appeared.
A female cultivator dressed in a tattered black robe whose face was obscured by a large hood was quietly standing there.
But the indistinct pressure emanating from her made Wang Po, a third-layer cultivator, gasp for air, paralyzed with fear.
This female cultivator’s aura was profoundly unstable, clearly heavily wounded.
Yet even so, the pressure from a high-tier cultivator allowed her no thought of resistance.
"Hon... honorable..."
Wang Po stuttered, her voice trembling, her attitude the epitome of respect.
Fear and regret churned within her; if she had realized how bizarre the silver-haired girl was, she would’ve avoided this small gain altogether!
And of course...
There was another reason, to exact revenge on Chen Ye!