The eight arms conjured different shapes: swords, magic weapons, the Dream Lotus Lantern, and even the wooden fan array she had just used!
Apart from the wooden fan, all the other magical artifacts belonged to people she had devoured. Unexpectedly, after devouring their spiritual power and souls, she had even mastered the magical artifacts and spells, making them her own. This was truly defying the heavens.
It's already difficult for one person to deal with just one magical artifact, let alone so many. It would be impossible to even get close to her. Yan Luo stood there for a moment, feeling increasingly satisfied with Yin Luosha's power.
Such powerful humanoid weapons, if mass-produced and cultivated for use in conquest, would surely make the demon race invincible.
With grand plans in mind, she continued her actions without slowing down. She conjured a huge star chart in mid-air. The chart was as clear and deep as a mirror, and a bright blue light shone from it. The points of light connected to form a six-pointed star, which instantly struck Yin Luosha's brow. The star, like a soul, dispelled the darkness and slowly freed Zhou Xiaotong's soul.
When Ji Chen arrived, Yin Luosha had calmed down, her eight arms had disappeared and she had returned to a normal human form, the demonic markings had dissipated, and Zhou Xiaotong's consciousness was gradually returning to normal.
Yan Luo recounted the changes Yin Luosha had undergone to Ji Chen. Upon hearing this, Ji Chen smiled with satisfaction and said, "With her, the Demon Clan will surely win this great battle."
Yan Luo said, "I have already taken control of her consciousness. Now she is a sharp knife to us, so there is no need to worry about her having any disloyalty."
Ji Chen nodded: "That's good."
As they were talking, Yin Luosha, or rather Zhou Xiaotong, had already woken up. The moment she opened her eyes, her eyes gradually changed from black to normal color, the demonic markings disappeared, and her beautiful face was revealed.
As her dazed consciousness gradually returned, she was somewhat disoriented. It wasn't until she saw Ji Chen in his black robes that she suddenly remembered everything that had happened. Struggling to her feet, ignoring the blood and gore on her back, she shouted, "Give me a mirror! Give me a mirror!"
With a flick of her sleeve, Yan Luo sent a bronze mirror into Zhou Xiaotong's arms. She picked it up with trembling hands and carefully looked at the mirror.
The mirror reflected the girl's face, which was pure, elegant, and stunningly beautiful, and this face was not unfamiliar to her.
"Hahahaha..." Maniacal laughter filled the entire ice room. "I've finally become beautiful! I'm no longer an ugly duckling! I'm finally more noble than them! Hahahaha..."
Zhou Xiaotong became obsessed with her own beauty, becoming both crazy and foolish. Ji Chen looked at her with disgust, said "It's up to you now," and went back alone.
Yan Luo watched him leave, then turned her gaze back to Zhou Xiaotong. She stepped closer, draped a coat over her shoulders, and said softly, a glint of light appearing in her eyes, "Training begins."
Zhou Xiaotong's gaze slowly became empty and dull. The bronze mirror slipped and shattered on the ground. When she heard Yan Luo's command, she numbly said, "Yes, Master."
...
After two peaceful days, the training ground was brightly lit, and the people set up fires, pots, and began to cook for themselves.
The ingredients and water were brought by Feng Lao, Luo Fan, Luo Yun, and the others, totaling more than ten shi (a unit of dry measure), providing ample supplies.
The aroma of meat soup filled the entire venue, and many people gathered around the large pot, waiting to enjoy a delicious meal. Among them were Mu Dong, Miao'er, and Yuan Xiu.
The three of them squatted on the ground, each holding a bowl, bathed in the aroma, eager to eat the delicious meat soup.
Miao'er had been pampered since childhood, never lifting a finger to eat or dress herself. She had never known how food was made, and as her years of cultivation had increased, her appetite had gradually disappeared. To this day, she had not eaten such mundane things for a long time, so she was inevitably a little excited. She grabbed Yuan Xiu's arm and asked excitedly, "Brother Yuan Xiu, what's in here?"
A sweet "brother" made Yuan Xiu's cheeks turn red. He tried his best to keep a straight face and said, "Lean meat and various seasonings."
"Was the food and soup we ate before made this way?"
"I don't know much about the kitchen either. I'll ask the cook when we get back." Yuan Xiu pulled his arm away, sat upright on the ground, and adopted the demeanor of a virtuous gentleman.
Yuan Xiu was introverted, with a hint of melancholy in his eyes. However, he met Miao'er, a lively and playful young lady. One was proactive and the other was passive, and their personalities complemented each other.
Seeing Yuan Xiu withdraw his hand, Miao'er immediately pouted and forcefully pulled it back, her fingers intertwined. She used some force and couldn't pull it apart. Her pretty eyes widened as she looked at Yuan Xiu and said, "What are you afraid of? We can be together openly and honestly. There's no need to hide. Don't you like me? Do you think I'm ashamed to be seen by others?"
Yuan Xiu was not good with words, and when faced with Miao'er's questioning, he hurriedly denied it, saying, "No, that's not what I meant."
"Then what do you mean? All this way, whenever I get close to you, you avoid me like a mouse seeing a cat, you won't even let me lean on your shoulder. I thought I did something wrong to make you angry again, but I can't figure out what I did wrong. You don't say anything, you keep everything to yourself. How am I supposed to understand you and comfort you? How am I supposed to... what do you want me to do to make you happy?"
As she spoke, tears streamed down her face like raindrops falling onto a plate, her eyes red and swollen, filled with indescribable grievance and sorrow.
Seeing her crying so sadly, Yuan Xiu panicked and stood there, not knowing what to do.
"You...you stop crying." As soon as he spoke, Miao'er cried even more sadly, her voice growing louder and louder, attracting the attention of everyone else.
Seeing this, Old Feng, who was sitting at a distance, did not get up to check. Instead, he smiled helplessly and said, "This young couple is really never quiet."
Looking at Qi Changfeng, he said, "Miao'er is spoiled by her father. She is arrogant and sharp-tongued. No one has ever been able to talk to her better since she was a child. I thought she would be more restrained when she grew up, but she fell in love with Yuan Xiu, a man of few words. It is truly a wonderful fate."
Qi Changfeng smiled knowingly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Grand Tutor's face with his eyes closed in meditation, and felt a deep sense of sympathy.
Miao'er was still crying, her head buried in her arms so her face was obscured. Occasionally she would steal a glance at Yuan Xiu, and when she saw that he still hadn't come to comfort her, she cried even harder, covering her head with her hands.
Yuan Xiu was at a loss and could only look to Mu Dong for help.
Mu Dong couldn't help but chuckle. Noticing his gaze, she immediately whispered, "Hold her, hold her!"
Yuan Xiu understood, and stiffly opened his arms to hug Miao'er. "I have never disliked you. I really like you. It is because of this that I am extra careful and dare not get too close to you, not wanting to damage your reputation."
Miao'er felt the warm embrace, lifted her head from the arms, and looked at Yuan Xiu with her two swollen eyes, which were like walnuts. She sobbed, "Are you telling the truth?"
Yuan Xiu said earnestly, "Of course it's true. I've never lied to you." He gently wiped away her tears with his sleeve.
Seeing his pitying and distressed expression, Miao'er smiled through her tears, "Okay, I forgive you this time. If there's a next time, I'll never talk to you again."
Yuan Xiu smiled shyly and said, "Thank you for forgiving me."
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