Upon hearing this sound, the two were startled, seemingly unaware that there was a third person around them, and they both looked up toward the source of the sound.
A stunningly beautiful woman sat atop a thick tree branch, her hair adorned only with a long silver hairpin slanted into her hair. The moonlight shone brightly upon her, and she wore black gauze and white feathers. Holding a wooden fan, her beautiful eyes shone with a captivating allure.
Upon seeing that familiar figure, Lingyin frowned abruptly, her eyes filled with disgust. She immediately said sternly, "What are you doing here? This is my business, it's none of your concern!"
Yan Luo looked at her and said mockingly, "Miss, I came to help you out of kindness, but you chased me away. It makes me so sad. If I hadn't helped you deflect the sword energy just now, you might have already died here, your soul scattered. How could you still be talking to me here?"
Lingyin was enraged by her and glared at her fiercely. If looks could kill, Yanluo would have been torn to pieces by now.
Li Jiang was somewhat surprised. The woman in black had just addressed Lingyin as "Miss," which meant she was the daughter of the Demon Lord Ji Chen. This was truly unexpected.
Putting aside the fact that the young lady of the demon race personally took action to seize the divine pearl, given her status, there's no way she could be so... weak, right? But that's the truth. Judging from the pressure she just released, he knew that was all her power, and she didn't hide anything.
Could it be that the cultivation methods of demons are different from those of mortals?
Looking at the woman in black in the tree, he could tell that she was no ordinary woman, and that her strength was subtly above his own.
Her gaze shifted between the two women, and Li Jiang had gained a general understanding of their identities and strengths.
He stepped forward, twirled his sword with one hand, and said, "The demon race has committed numerous evils and killed countless people. Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven to eliminate you two demons."
Yan Luo chuckled, as if he had heard something amusing. His silvery laughter added a touch of mystery and fear to the night. "Young master, you are handsome and talented, how can you be so arrogant? You alone, let alone eliminate me, you probably can't even get close to me."
"Whether it can be done or not, we'll find out by trying!" With that, Li Jiang drew her sword and charged forward, her movements unpredictable, making it impossible for Ling Yin to see clearly.
The sword energy, carrying a sense of oppression, approached her. Lingyin tried to move, but no matter what she did, she couldn't move at all. Her body seemed to be frozen in place.
Just as the cold sword was about to pierce her skull, she was suddenly thrown away by another force. The sword energy grazed her cheek and struck the tree trunk, leaving a deep groove.
The force was not gentle, but rather powerful. Lingyin was thrown to the ground and immediately felt dizzy. When she came to her senses, she glared fiercely at the tree and saw that Yanluo and Lijiang were already fighting.
In a world where spiritual power reigns supreme, even a difference of one level in cultivation can result in a world of vastly different strengths. Lingyin watched the fight between the two from the sidelines, with absolutely no chance to get involved.
Dazzling light shone everywhere, spiritual magic clashed fiercely, and their movements were ever-changing. Their speed was so fast that it was beyond the reach of the naked eye. But one thing she could see was that as time went on, Li Jiang was already at a disadvantage.
Although she disliked Yan Luo, she had to admit that this woman, whose origins even her father didn't know, was truly terrifying in strength.
Li Jiang was well aware of this, and he dared not be distracted in the slightest when facing Yan Luo.
After another exchange of blows, he gripped the cold sword tightly in one hand, controlling his qi to generate power. With his other hand, he gathered spiritual energy and channeled it into the sword, instantly transforming it into countless swords that were unleashed simultaneously, piercing towards Yan Luo.
Seeing this, Yan Luo smiled seductively, raised her hand and flung out the wooden fan in her hand. The fan blades scattered and instantly transformed into sharp crossbow bolts, flying towards Li Jiang.
The sword tip met the arrow tip, producing a "sizzling" sound. The clash between the cold weapons ignited dazzling sparks. Both sides used their spiritual power to control the weapon, and for a time it was difficult to determine a winner.
Seeing that the two were evenly matched, Lingyin took out a dagger and slowly walked towards Li Jiang. "Senior Brother, we are fellow disciples. I don't want to hurt you. As long as you hand over the Divine Pearl, I will let you go back and will not make things difficult for you."
Li Jiang didn't turn around, and snorted coldly, "Do you think I'd believe you? Even if I die here today, I won't give you the Divine Pearl."
"Fine, then don't blame me!" The dagger was drawn and suddenly stabbed towards Li Jiang's back.
Facing Yan Luo, Li Jiang was already stretched thin, but the dagger was already close at hand. In desperation, he had no choice but to quickly withdraw his strength, unleash the power of ten thousand swords, and suddenly retreat more than ten meters.
Lingyin was struck by a palm and crashed into a tree trunk. The palm strike used only 30% of its force, but Lingyin suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed unconscious.
Yan Luo withdrew her power, and the wooden fan returned to her hand. She only glanced at Ling Yin before looking away and focusing her gaze on Li Jiang.
The sudden withdrawal of force greatly injured him; the rebounding force struck his heart. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, used his sword to support himself, and slowly stood up.
Seeing that the fighting spirit in his eyes had not diminished, Yanluo couldn't help but admire him. Such an indomitable opponent was the kind of person she could easily manipulate and control.
"Young Master, you're already injured. Continuing to fight would be counterproductive." Yan Luo slowly approached him, fanning herself with a wooden fan. "You've injured the Young Miss; the Demon Lord won't let you off the hook. How about I find you a new way out?"
Li Jiang stared at her coldly without saying a word, secretly adjusting her breathing and gathering her strength.
Yan Luo's beautiful eyes flickered slightly. "Judging from your cultivation level, you are sure to achieve great things if you join my Demon Clan. In the future, when the Demon Clan ascends to the Three Realms and establishes itself as the king, the Demon Lord will certainly not treat you unfairly. What do you think?"
Li Jiang sneered, "My Qingyun Sect is upright and honest, and would never associate with that rabble of demons."
Yanluo still wore a mocking smile, showing no anger at Li Jiang's insulting words, as if the reputation of the demon race was unimportant to her. She walked up to Li Jiang and stopped when they were only one step apart.
At such close range, Li Jiang could even smell a faint fragrance emanating from her. He didn't know what it was; perhaps it was the scent of a young woman's rouge, or something else entirely.
Their eyes met, and Li Jiang saw a pair of extremely beautiful eyes reflected in his pupils, like bright and dazzling starlight in the night. He couldn't quite tell if they were blue or gold; his mind seemed to have stopped thinking.
His body was stiff and numb, unable to move. He seemed to have become a lifeless puppet, with the strings that held him in the hands of the woman in front of him.
He saw her raise the wooden fan in her hand and press it against his chin, and heard her say, "You're so handsome, it's really tempting. I regret not letting you join the demon clan. How about you come with me and become my male concubine?"
Unfathomable depths, like a frozen pool; eyes gleaming like stars. Just as Li Jiang lost her last shred of consciousness, she suddenly heard a sharp whooshing sound past her ears, followed by a deep, resonant voice from the sky—
"You spineless coward! You couldn't even withstand such a lowly spell as Soul-Seizing Technique?!"
As the wind subsided and his consciousness returned, Li Jiang instantly became alert. He turned his head and saw his Uncle Lu Chang floating on the treetop, standing with his hands behind his back.
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