Jiang Yuechu stood silently in place.
She did not react immediately.
She felt the violent Qi surging within her, nearly overflowing.
It seemed there was no need to waste effort maneuvering anymore...
With this thought in mind.
The young girl finally took a step, then vanished instantly from where she stood.
She appeared to the side of the Gray Wolf Demon, whose face was filled with murderous intent.
She swung the Ten Directions Mountain and River Staff in her hand, striking its massive head with casual ease.
What seemed like an unremarkable strike caused it to instantly lose all perception.
Its massive body was sent flying with a boom.
Rumble—!!!
Debris filled the air.
Everything happened too quickly.
It happened so fast that the Jackal Demon on the other side could not react in time, watching helplessly as its companion was struck and sent flying, its fate unknown.
A flash of undisguisable horror finally flickered in its crimson eyes.
This strike was different from the previous one.
Although the previous blow had sent the Gray Wolf Demon flying, it hadn't truly damaged its Foundation.
But this time.
The Jackal Demon could clearly perceive that the other's aura, which had been as vigorous as a furnace, had suddenly weakened significantly.
Boom—!
The demon's body collapsed through most of the stone wall, then twitched powerlessly in the ruins as its life force faded rapidly.
Clearly.
It was on the verge of death.
Damn, damn, damn!!!
The Jackal Demon was terrified to the extreme, with only one word left in its mind: run.
It turned its head in panic, just about to move, when it realized the blood-stained white robe was already right in front of it.
Jiang Yuechu's expression was cold, even appearing somewhat numb.
She gave the opponent no chance to breathe, bringing her green staff down once more!
"Ah!!!"
The Jackal Demon had nowhere to hide. It let out a desperate roar and violently raised its arms, trying to desperately block this fatal blow.
At the moment of contact, it finally experienced firsthand what kind of pain the Gray Wolf had suffered earlier.
Its arms collapsed instantly; against that unreasonable, overwhelming force, it only managed to block for a split second.
Then.
The end of the green staff landed on its chest again.
"Hraaah!!!!!"
A shrill, miserable scream tore through the dark valley floor.
The Jackal Demon's chest shattered open.
Gushing demon blood sprayed out like spilled ink, staining the surrounding debris a dark red.
Just at this moment.
A green streak of light suddenly appeared in the distance, rushing toward them.
"Guest Elder Jiang? I'm here to help..."
Lin Feiyan broke through the thick miasma, her hands rapidly forming seals in front of her chest.
This time, she finally formed the correct spell, and Spiritual Qi gathered frantically.
She was clearly ready to fight to the death.
But the next moment.
She abruptly stopped mid-sentence.
The spell taking shape in her hands froze in mid-air.
What met her eyes.
In the dark ruins of the valley floor.
The two Eight Chess Pieces of Strategy great demons, who had been radiating terrifying auras, were now lying lifeless in a pool of blood...
Lin Feiyan looked at the scene before her, feeling somewhat at a loss.
No...
What is going on?!
She had only hesitated for a moment to mentally prepare herself.
And it was already over?
Just as her mind wavered and her aura became chaotic.
Hmm?
Jiang Yuechu sensed a sharp aura suddenly attacking from the side.
Her brows furrowed slightly.
Her figure flickered, and she vanished instantly from her spot.
When she reappeared, she was behind Lin Feiyan.
The staff in her hand struck Lin Feiyan's pert buttocks lightly.
"Ouch!"
Lin Feiyan exclaimed in surprise.
The sudden force caused the spell she had struggled to form to instantly dissipate.
She clutched her buttocks, steadying herself.
She turned around, both embarrassed and angry, glaring at the blood-stained white robe: "No... what are you doing!"
Lin Feiyan's eyes were slightly red, furious and flustered.
She had come to help in good faith, risking her life.
It was one thing for her not to appreciate it.
But why hit someone?
Jiang Yuechu silently withdrew her staff.
She looked at the aggrieved girl in the green robe before her and shook her head.
Why is everyone from the Jieqing Sect...
...so fond of kill-stealing?
"Oh... I thought you were a helper from the other side."
"I..."
Lin Feiyan was choked speechless by this remark.
Just as she wanted to retort.
Jiang Yuechu had already turned away.
Completely ignoring the girl's ever-changing expression.
She slowly descended toward the two massive demon corpses in the ruins.
Bang! Bang!
[Killed Chess Player Realm creature, obtained 2,715,300 years of Dao Cultivation]
[Killed Chess Player Realm creature, obtained 2,684,100 years of Dao Cultivation]
Feeling the Dao Cultivation entering her body.
Jiang Yuechu's tense nerves finally relaxed slightly.
She summoned the system panel.
She looked at the balance at the bottom.
[Current remaining Dao Cultivation: 9,260,248 years]
Finally, there was some gain...
While calculating.
Since her Dao Cultivation was now sufficient... it was better to condense her demon body first.
No matter how sinister her talent was, her own strength was the most critical factor.
The background of the Southern Immortal Palace's Second Young Master was still unclear.
With more Foundation, she would have more bargaining chips to survive.
She ignored Lin Feiyan, who was still sulking behind her.
She walked straight to a relatively flat boulder.
Sat cross-legged.
Her mind sank into her Qi Sea.
She began to channel her Dao Cultivation to condense her demon body.
Lin Feiyan stood in place, rubbing her still-numb buttocks.
What does this mean?
After hitting someone... she just closes her eyes and meditates as if no one else is here?
She gritted her teeth, but in the end, she didn't dare to step forward to disturb her, and could only silently retreat to the side to act as her Protector.
...
The far south of Yunmeng Township.
Mountains were hidden within the vast marshlands.
Purple mist never dispersed throughout the year, winding in wisps around the continuous, towering palaces.
Deep within the Southern Immortal Palace.
In a quiet bedchamber sealed by heavy Restrictions.
A figure sat quietly at the table.
The woman had an extremely beautiful face, and her brows should have carried a delicate, tender air.
But at this moment, it was twisted slightly by extreme spite.
A maid lowered her head and carefully stepped over the threshold.
"Little Palace Mistress..."
"The Palace Master has issued an oral decree: palace affairs are busy these past few days, so the Little Palace Mistress must cultivate and rest in peace. Without his direct order, you are absolutely forbidden from stepping even half a step out of the bedchamber..."
Before she could finish speaking.
Bang!
"Get out!!!"
A shrill, angry shout exploded within the bedchamber.
The maid was so frightened that her knees went weak. She fell heavily to the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, then scrambled away.
The bedchamber returned to deathly silence.
Only the woman's hateful gaze remained, fixed on the direction of the door.
For a long while.
She slowly raised her hands and spread them out before her eyes.
Her ten fingers were slender and fair.
Yet they were trembling uncontrollably.
Not letting her leave... not letting her leave...
That gentle face lingered in her mind, unable to be cast away.
Even in the eyes of her father and brother, he was nothing but a lowly carp spirit struggling in the bottom-tier marshlands.
Even if the entire Southern Immortal Palace regarded him as a disgrace.
He was her most beloved husband.
How could she not leave?!
Her father thought that by confining her, everything would be treated as if it never happened.
It was simply wishful thinking...
This debt of blood.
Only by paying in blood... could the hatred in her heart be resolved.