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"Come and take it if you can."
A cold glint flashed in Weirou's eyes as she spoke, gripping her longsword tightly.
"My master told me to use the sword against my enemies and not to reveal the techniques of the Soul Palace, or I would be recognized. So, I'll just use my sword," Weirou thought.
The three of them slowly closed in, their swords all aimed at Weirou's vital points!
"Hahaha! Girl, do you really think you can take on three of us? Although you're beautiful and well-endowed, which might work in bed with us brothers... heh heh, but with a sword?"
The three young men laughed heartily, but in the next moment, their laughter faded away.
The principle of striking first is unchanging; those who hesitate will suffer.
Weirou wanted to test the sword techniques she learned from her master and see what level they were at.
With a flick of her wrist, Weirou struck first!
The sword gleamed brightly, the Sword Light flickering as her sword surged forward!
"Whoosh!"
Weirou's Rusty Iron Sword moved like a dragon and a venomous snake. With a shake of her arm, a glimmer of cold light emerged from the Rusty Iron Sword, carrying an aura of extreme danger and an exquisitely cunning angle that pierced into the shoulder of one of the attackers.
Caught off guard by her sudden strike, the three did not expect Weirou to attack first!
"Ah!"
The sturdy young man let out a cry as a spray of blood erupted from his shoulder. Weirou's sword was simply too fast—so fast it was almost unbelievable. It struck with precision and without any pause, flowing like water under her command.
It was unbelievable! How could this girl possess such high swordsmanship?
As the blood arrow shot out from the shoulder of the sturdy young man, Weirou had already sheathed her sword and stepped back a few paces, a cold smile on her face while her heart was filled with joy.
"My sword style is indeed far beyond theirs. In situations like this, there's no need to hold back; I can even counterattack! My master told me that anything I seize counts as a successful mission!"
"What are you still standing there for? Kill her!"
The furious shout of the man pushed the other two disciples a few steps forward, while he himself clutched his shoulder and retreated to the back, already preparing to flee.
The two boys pushed in front of Weirou could only draw their swords.
However, just as they were about to strike, Weirou's sword light surged again!
She leaped forward, following up with a swift motion. The Rusty Iron Sword transformed into a mesmerizing red light; Weirou's speed was astonishing, so fast that it was nearly impossible for the naked eye to discern!
The Rusty Iron Sword pierced one boy's shoulder. The same tactic was employed, but under Weirou's blade, he couldn't evade or defend himself at all. Beneath the red sword light, Weirou's attack was elusive.
After injuring one person, Weirou pushed off the ground and leaped into the air. As she descended, she brought her sword down hard onto the wrist of the last boy, whose entire wrist was neatly severed by the Rusty Iron Sword!
"You will die a terrible death; just wait for us!"
Three boys were injured by Weirou; one of them was left crippled. The sturdy young man muttered a few words to save face before he scrambled away, howling in pain.
"Thinking of escaping? My Power Realm Martial Soul is Flying Dragon!"
Weirou's almond-shaped eyes narrowed as she summoned her Power Realm Martial Soul and charged forward!
"Oh my god, her aura is actually Power Realm?"
"How could such a terrifying woman have no reputation?"
"She can fly at the Power Realm. What kind of Martial Soul has she condensed? I feel like it's the aura of a snake!"
"Can snakes fly? This is a huge problem."
The three young men ran for their lives, but how could they outrun the flying Weirou?
"Someone like her is not even worth a hair from Wei Chen. Wei Chen is upright and would never resort to robbery or murder. Where on earth is Wei Chen?"
Weirou thought to herself as she soared behind one of the men, her sword severing his neck.
"I've reached the eighth level of Power Realm. It won't be long before I become a Spirit Realm Expert. I wonder what realm Wei Chen has cultivated to. He might have reached the Power Realm too, right?"
With another strike, the head of another disciple flew off.
"I was just an ordinary person in Cloud Spirit Sect, but now I've become the strongest cultivator in Soul Palace. Although Wei Chen is impressive, he can't possibly cultivate faster than me. When I see him, I must show off properly."
Weirou chased down the last man, who stumbled and fell to the ground. Upon seeing Weirou, he hurriedly bowed his head.
"Please spare me, my lady! I know I've wronged you. If you let me go, I'll offer you a Third-Grade Soul Stone!"
"A Third-Grade Soul Stone? Ha! The Soul Stones I use are at least Fifth-Rank. A Third-Grade Soul Stone isn't even worth my time to look at. You’ve committed so many injustices by killing so many disciples of Black Moon Sect; you deserve to die."
With a single strike, another head flew up, tracing a beautiful arc before rolling aside.
"This is my first battle against someone, and I feel no pressure at all. My Sword Technique is an Eighth Rank Sword Technique. Even though I've only mastered one percent of it, it's more than enough to deal with these people."
Weirou lifted her head and glanced toward the peak of Black Moon Sect, silently thinking: "Soul Palace, infamous Soul Palace, but my experience has been completely different. Both my master and those elders have treated me very well."
"However, Elder Mo's grandson keeps pestering me. It seems my master also intends for me to get close to him..."
"But the one I like is my childhood friend, Wei Chen!"
Weirou thought to herself, a hint of sorrow appearing on her face. "Wei Chen, where are you? Do you know how much I miss you? You borrowed a whole set of my clothes; how shameless! What do you men want? As if I don't know. At that moment, I should have kept you by my side and given you my most precious possession."
"If Elder Mo's grandson continues to cling to me, I really don't know what to do. From what they say, it seems they want me to marry him. Elder Mo has significant influence in the Soul Palace, and my master doesn't want to offend him easily. It's truly distressing; I should have given you my most precious possession long ago."
While Weirou was lost in thought about Wei Chen at the peak of Black Moon Sect, in a room on the eighth floor of the Black Moon Sect Master’s quarters, an array of energy filled the air. An old man dressed in a black robe with golden Strange patterns embroidered on his sleeves entered the array and was transported to the true Soul Palace.
This was an independent space located within the Black Moon Mountain, created over several years by the Great Being of the Soul Palace in the Eastern Region.
The Soul Palace was immensely powerful, instilling fear in the Ling Sheng Dynasty and major forces. But who knew that the Soul Palace of the Ling Sheng Dynasty was merely one of its branches? The headquarters was situated in the formidable Central Domain!
There, Spirit Wisdom Realm practitioners were not considered experts; those in Surge Realm were deemed skilled; Human Soul Realm individuals were called strong; Earth Soul Realm had quite a few practitioners; and only those in Soul Realm were top-tier experts, though they were not numerous.
The Central Domain was the heart of the continent, rich in cultivation resources and a place where strong individuals emerged and heroes contended.
Inside Black Moon Mountain was a vast space larger than the mountain itself! Sealed coffins were scattered everywhere—overhead, beneath feet, along walls, even on dining tables—coffins everywhere!
Countless mysterious energies emanated from these coffins, filling the entire space. The man in black robes closed his eyes and absorbed these energies, appearing extremely content.
Only about ten people could enter this place within the entire Soul Palace!
"Master of the Hall, you are late this time," said Elder Mo with a faint cold smile upon seeing the old man enter the mustard seed space.
"I was delayed by some matters. How is the progress?" The Soul Palace Master paid no heed to Mo's cold smile and asked casually.
"The progress is going smoothly. Once the Ling City War begins, it will be our time to collect souls. If a real fight breaks out this time, many experts will die. Their souls are what we need; ordinary people's souls are of no use," Elder Mo replied.
"That's good. Prepare well. If we succeed this time, our branch can return to the Central Domain with our heads held high. If we fail, we will be ridiculed by countless people," the Soul Palace Master said calmly.
Mo took a deep look at the Soul Palace Master, stepped closer, and whispered, "What have you considered regarding my grandson and your disciple?"
"If we succeed, I will arrange their marriage. If not, don't even dream about it. Weirou possesses a rare constitution that appears once in a hundred years; her future achievements are limitless. I won't easily let her marry into your Mo Family."
"Very well. It won't be long before you see my methods! This operation is led by me; how could it possibly fail?" Mo sneered.
"Young Master, Ling City is so vast!"
"Young Master, the air here is truly wonderful! In Blizzard City, there aren't even ten days a year like this."
"Young Master, there are so many Soul Warriors here! Why do I feel like everyone is a Soul Warrior?"
Snow Cicada sat in the carriage, asking questions out of curiosity. Wei Chen didn't mind her chatter and explained everything one by one. After several hours of touring, Snow Cicada had a rough understanding of Ling City, but what Wei Chen told her more about was the cultivation levels and methods of Soul Warriors. Snow Cicada had never encountered these things before and relied on Wei Chen to teach her bit by bit.
By evening, Wei Chen took Snow Cicada into Dingsheng Trading Company, carrying countless new clothes. The clothes Snow Cicada had in Blizzard City were practically unwearable in Ling City.
In the courtyard, Qing looked at Snow Cicada in surprise but didn't ask much. However, the news quickly reached Elegant.
"Young Master, do you think this outfit looks good?"
"Young Master, is this too revealing?"
Snow Cicada's face was filled with joy as she excitedly tried on various new outfits. Each time she changed, she would come out to show off to Wei Chen. When she wondered if she was too revealing, her eyes clearly sparkled with pride!
"Snow Cicada, actually, you look most beautiful without clothes," Wei Chen said, gazing enviously at the deep neckline of Snow Cicada's dress.
"Really?"
Snow Cicada walked up to Wei Chen, her face flushed yet determined as she removed her clothing, standing before him completely bare. She turned around, her eyes sparkling, and shyly asked, "Do I look beautiful like this?"
"Absolutely stunning..."
Wei Chen lifted Snow Cicada into his arms and rushed to his bed, where they lost themselves in each other once more, Snow Cicada appearing incredibly radiant.
Knock, knock, knock!
A voice called from outside, "Young Master, your two sisters are here to see you."
Wei Chen shook his head helplessly and said to Snow Cicada, "Ah, trouble has arrived."
"Is it your Sister Qingya and Sister Qingling?" Snow Cicada asked.
"Yes, come on. I'll take you out to meet them."
Holding Snow Cicada's hand, Wei Chen stepped out of the room. In the courtyard, Elegant and Qingling stood together. Upon seeing Wei Chen emerge holding a woman's hand—her face still flushed—Elegant's anger flared up instantly.
"Well, well, Wei Young Master, quite the flirt you are!"
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