After saying that, she leaped away from the arena, and Shen Miaoqing, Wen Longting, Bai Mengfan, and the others swarmed around her: "Qingling, you are really amazing! Even our senior brother, who is a year ahead of us, is no match for you."

"Mengfan is joking, it was just luck," Qingling said modestly, though in her heart, this was far from enough.

"What luck? This is clearly talent. We went to the Monster Forest together for training, but Qingling's strength has already surpassed ours. As expected, anyone associated with Xiao Jiu is a genius," Wen Longting said.

At this moment, Zhenyuan stepped forward and patted her on the head: "Xiaoting, Qingling is much more hardworking than you guys. While you were still fast asleep at night, she was already fighting spirit beasts."

Qingling glanced at Prince Zhen in surprise; he actually knew!

Hearing this, the others remained silent, but looked at Qingling with concern, knowing why she was working so hard. "Qingling, I know you're eager to improve your strength, but your health is the most important thing. Don't overwork yourself."

"I'm fine. I can't sleep anyway, so I might as well use this time to cultivate."

"Qingling, when do you plan to leave after returning from the academy competition?" Wen Longting asked.

"tonight."

The group looked at Qingling in shock. Shen Miaoqing said, "Qingling, aren't you going to wait until the competition is over?"

Qingling shook her head. "No."

Seeing her determined expression, the others said nothing more.

Night falls.

The girl's dress was already stained with blood, and blood kept gushing from the wounds on her hands, but she seemed oblivious to it all, staring coldly ahead, while two pairs of bloodshot eyes stared intently at her in the darkness.

Opposite her was a level six two-headed tiger, whose wounds were no less numerous than Qingling's. The bloody wounds stained the fur around it crimson. Neither had gained the upper hand.

This battle is unlike the arena in the academy; here, there is only life and death, no winner or loser!

Qingling gripped the Azure Frost Sword tightly in her hand, her cold eyes flashing slightly. Countless Illusionary Sound Butterflies flew out from her hand, swirling around the two-headed tiger and gradually bewitching it. Her expression turned cold, and she charged forward with a murderous aura.

Sizzle!

The tiger's head landed on the ground!

The splattered blood sprayed onto her cheek, and a deafening roar erupted, the shockwave sending her flying.

The two-headed tiger was now reduced to only one head, its angry eyes fixed on Qingling as if it wanted to tear her to shreds. It lunged forward, but Qingling dodged its attack. Although the two-headed tiger had lost a head, its body remained incredibly agile and fast.

The man and the tiger chased each other, and soon arrived at the edge of a cliff. There was no way forward. The two-headed tiger's eyes flashed with ferocity as it pressed closer step by step.

Qingling tightened her grip on the Azure Frost Sword, but there was no sign of panic in her eyes.

At this moment, the two-headed tiger swooped down and attacked Qingling. Qingling did a backflip and thrust her Qingshuang sword from mid-air into the two-headed tiger's body. At a distance of one meter from the cliff edge, the two-headed tiger fell to the ground in pain, struggled a few times, and then went limp.

Qingling looked coldly at the spirit beast on the ground, and expressionlessly dug out the beast core. Her movements were as smooth as flowing water, quick and efficient, without any trace of the timidity and hesitation she had shown before.

Glancing at the wound on her hand, Qingling took out a pill from her ring and swallowed it, then took out some gauze and wrapped it up a few times before leaving it alone.

He then found a secluded stream, threw away his blood-stained clothes, and splashed into the water, the sound particularly clear in the quiet night.

The water in the pool was icy cold, but Qingling didn't even flinch, as if she had gotten used to it. Along the way, she would throw away her blood-stained clothes after every battle.

Just bear with it a little longer! As long as she advances one more time, she will be able to cultivate the Cleansing Technique.

A slight sound alerted Qingling. "Who's there!"

However, the only response she received was the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves. Qingling frowned. Could it be that she was mistaken?

His eyes flickered slightly; regardless of right or wrong, he decided to leave this place first.

The figure in the shadows, with their back to Qingling, breathed a sigh of relief.

A splash of water followed, and soon after, the sound of footsteps receding into the distance.

The fighting continues in the heart of the Warcraft Forest.

With a loud bang, a giant scorpion at the peak of level six fell to the ground. It nimbly and cleanly dug out the beast core, then leaped up to a hidden tree. Soon after, the sound of footsteps approached from afar.

"Brother, this giant scorpion is indeed the one we fought before. I didn't expect it to be killed now."

"So what if it's killed? This spirit beast killed so many of our brothers. Even if others don't kill it, I will."

Qingling looked down and saw a man with a scar on his face speaking.

"Judging from this giant scorpion, it must have died recently. Xiao Wu, cut off its tail and take it out to have a better knife made for you."

"yes."

Qingling watched from the shadows as the two cut off the giant scorpion's tail. A glint flashed in her eyes. So the giant scorpion's tail could be used to refine weapons. If she had known, she would have taken it.

Thinking of something, he summoned the ancient demon zither, which radiated a ghostly light. His fingertips lightly touched the strings, and the distant zither music seemed to come from ancient times, like the sound of a deep valley and secluded mountain, clear and pure, moving the heartstrings.

Clang!

Suddenly, a powerful melody struck a certain direction in the forest, clang! The music, like a rain of arrows, poured down with boundless killing intent.

"Who's there! Show yourself!"

Qingling put away the ancient demon zither, took the Azure Frost Sword and thrust it into the darkness. From the stream, she had a feeling that someone was following her, but she had been fighting spirit beasts. If that person was trying to kill her or ambush her, there were many opportunities, but none of them came!

This made her wonder if it was just her imagination. To verify if anyone was nearby, she only needed to play the Ancient Demon Harp. As it turned out, her suspicions were correct.

Qingling quickly arrived at the place she had sensed, but there was no one there. Her heart sank. This person in the shadows was so powerful. What was he doing following her all this way?

Qingling squinted, observing the area for any clues. Just as she was carefully examining it, a small snake slowly approached her.

Whoosh!

His expression turned cold, and he slashed backward with the Frost Sword, instantly severing the venomous snake into three pieces.

That's right, it's three sections!

Qingling frowned, looking at the snake on the ground, a look of disbelief flashing in her eyes. "Who, who is it? Show yourself!"

After calling out for a long time, all that responded was the rustling of the wind and the roar of a spirit beast not far away.

Her ethereal eyes flickered slightly, and she murmured something, as if talking to herself: "Shadow Moon?"

"Shadowmoon, is that you?"