...Meanwhile.
In a secret space hidden away from the hustle and bustle, it was different from the misty water curtain formed by the heavy rain and fog outside.
This mirror space was like an independent little world, perfectly isolated from the rain outside, maintaining its own unique tranquility.
Within it, a muffled thud tore through the silence, followed by a graceful figure flying backward in distress, falling like a kite with a broken string.
Rumble!
The street instantly cracked apart, erupting with a deafening sound as dust surged up like a giant wave.
"Cough, cough... This power is too strong..."
Mo Xi staggered as she struggled to stand up from the deep pit, her clothes in disarray.
She did a quick scan of her body, confirming she hadn't sustained any serious injuries, and then raised her sharp gaze.
Her gaze quickly pierced through the pervasive dust, silently confronting a pair of cold blue eyes high up in the sky.
This woman... as expected, she can also clearly see my position?!
The woman seemed to sense Mo Xi's thoughts and met her gaze without hesitation, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
Seeing this, Mo Xi's pupils suddenly constricted.
However, the opponent gave her no room to breathe.
The blue sword blade suddenly trembled, and a faint blue blade light tore through the air, piercing the thick dust and slashing accurately toward where Mo Xi had just been standing like a reaper's scythe.
...That was close!
The quick-reacting Mo Xi felt a chill in her heart, her fingertips trembling slightly from tension, but within a breath, she forcibly suppressed her alarm and seized the opportunity to counterattack.
Mo Xi made a grasping motion with her right hand.
Then, in her palm, the air seemed to be kneaded by an invisible hand, the temperature plummeted to freezing point, and a sharp-edged ice spike silently condensed, its edges even glinting with a faint blue cold light.
This was not any cultivation technique or move she was currently practicing.
Instead, it was something she discovered after the wound on her palm that had been pierced through healed; when she gently removed the bandages, her fingertips had touched a strange chill.
Looking down, her palm actually had faint traces of deep blue frost, like thin ice on a winter lake.
She suddenly understood—when she was attacked back then, this Special Ability must have instinctively frozen the wound, causing the blood to coagulate instantly, pulling her back from the brink of death due to excessive blood loss.
This power was exactly what Sister Acheron had hinted was latent within her... the Special Ability—Mystic Frost, a power she had never awakened in her previous life.
Mo Xi: (◣‸◢)
Almost at the same instant, Mo Xi poured both spiritual power and spiritual energy into the ice spike, the cold air wrapping around the spike like a physical substance.
With the enhancement of spiritual power, the speed of the ice spike actually far exceeded that of a sniper rifle, turning into a cold light trailing a wake of ice crystals as it shot toward the back of the Blue-Clothed Woman high in the sky.
Seeing that the ice spike was about to pierce the target, the Blue-Clothed Woman didn't even turn her head; she lightly held the blue longsword and flicked the tip—
Qiang!
In a clear sword chime, the ice spike was accurately shattered, and the cold light of the sneak attack exploded like fireworks, vanishing without a trace.
Seeing this, although Mo Xi had anticipated such an outcome, cold sweat still couldn't help but pour down her forehead as she clicked her tongue inwardly.
"As expected, it's not that simple..."
Mo Xi looked up, her gaze piercing straight at the Blue-Clothed Woman floating in the air.
The woman was dressed in a light blue Taoist robe, her sleeves fluttering lightly in the wind like a feathered garment woven from clouds.
Her face was as cold as the moon, as if she were a banished immortal woman who had stepped out of a mortal painting.
However, at this moment, Mo Xi was in no mood to appreciate this beautiful fairy's appearance, only secretly sighing at her own terrible luck.
She had originally intended to go out for a walk to relax and then properly stabilize her cultivation realm.
But while walking on the street, she quietly noticed something strange—the road was excessively quiet, even eerily deserted.
There were no pedestrians, no sounds; a dead silence submerged everything like a tide.
What followed was this unexpected "fairy."
The Blue-Clothed Woman came through the air; not only was her swordsmanship superb, but her mysterious and unfathomable strength made waves of shock surge in Mo Xi's heart.
During their brief exchange, Mo Xi's gaze inadvertently swept over the surrounding streets and residential areas more than once.
She saw that doors and windows were tightly shut, and there was total silence—with such violent commotion caused by their fight, if there were really living people nearby, how could there not be even a single cry of alarm?
Thinking of this, Mo Xi's heart sank, and she couldn't help but suspect: could it be that the opponent had cleared the street in advance, driving away every possible living thing that could interfere?
No... she clearly remembered that she was just passing by randomly; it was impossible to have triggered such a thorough "clearing of the area" in advance.
Or... had the woman before her actually opened up a special space independent of reality?
And she herself had quietly stepped into this carefully laid trap at some unnoticed moment...
Just as Mo Xi's face was as anxious as if scorched by fire and fine beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, the Blue-Clothed Woman slowly turned around, her skirt brushing like clouds, and she leaned over to gaze at Mo Xi on the ground, a playful curve hooking the corner of her mouth.
"Is this all you're capable of? This kind of little trick... can't even scratch the corner of my clothes~"
Her voice was cold yet teasing as she lightly tapped the tip of her sword.
Facing the woman's mockery, Mo Xi was expressionless and had nothing to say.
During this period, she had been burying her head in bitter cultivation, pouring all her energy into improving her cultivation level, but she had neglected to polish her precision control over her Special Ability, so her mastery was truly average.
And the move just now was merely a sudden inspiration she had in a moment of desperation...
The Blue-Clothed Woman chuckled.
"Why have you been silent? You couldn't be angry from embarrassment, could you?"
Mo Xi (ꐦÒ‸Ó): "...Who exactly are you? Why did you suddenly attack me?"
Although the other party's words were very provocative, seeing that she had a desire to speak, Mo Xi finally threw out the question in her heart tentatively.
The Blue-Clothed Woman knit her brows slightly, her voice carrying a hint of reproach.
"Ah, don't you remember me?"
Mo Xi shook her head, her tone firm.
"No. If we had really met, I don't think I could fail to recognize you."
That's right, if she had ever had a chance encounter with such a beautiful fairy, Mo Xi would definitely have an impression.
But the problem was, the two had never met, let alone had any intersection.
So, why would she attack her for no reason?
As for seeking revenge for those two people from back then?
Mo Xi had almost never truly considered that thought.
But as for the reason, even she couldn't say for sure—perhaps, subconsciously, she felt that this beautiful fairy-like woman before her had absolutely nothing to do with those filthy "scum."
After the Blue-Clothed Woman heard this, a look of realization appeared on her face, and she nodded slightly.
Just as Mo Xi was secretly speculating what kind of reason she would give, the Blue-Clothed Woman suddenly gave a sweet smile and spoke as if it were a matter of course.
"It's right that you don't remember. After all, this is indeed our first time meeting, and I don't know you either."
Blue-Clothed Woman ( ˘▽˘)っ
Mo Xi (ꐦ°᷄◡°᷅): 'This woman's way of speaking is really annoying...'