Leng Yan stood up, brushed off the nonexistent dust on her clothes, and walked out of the imperial mausoleum, sword in hand. Wen Shi asked: "Yan'er, where are you going?"
Leng Yan said lightly: "Guard the human world." She could see that the grade of the spiritual weapon this time was very high, it was above the high grade, the heaven grade. Once such a magic weapon came out, it would surely attract a scramble in the world of cultivation.
Although the Heavenly Dao restrained those in the cultivation world from using spiritual power to harm others, it was still easy for cultivators to kill ordinary people. In addition, treasures were very tempting, so there would always be some people who would brave the backlash of the Heavenly Dao to fight for the magic tools.
After leaving the imperial mausoleum, Leng Yan returned to her own Chaolu Palace. After she returned, she asked the palace maid to close the palace door, and then she went to rest. She had lost a lot of spiritual power and blood essence today, so she had to recover quickly. The next few days would probably not be peaceful. The matter of the prime minister had not been resolved, and there was also the matter of the spiritual weapon, which was really exhausting.
Leng Yan slept for a whole day. She woke up at night. The hall was extremely quiet. Leng Yan rubbed her dizzy head, then stood up and disappeared in the hall with her sword. Leng Yan checked again to make sure that the formation was okay before going back.
On her way back, she thought of what Ruan Mengli had told her and turned to walk towards the inn Ruan Mengli mentioned. At this time, Ruan Mengli in the inn was complaining about Leng Yan's failure to keep his promise, saying that he had arrived yesterday but hadn't seen anyone in a day.
He had just finished complaining when there was a knock on the window. Ruan Mengli became nervous instantly. Xiao Xuanxi took out his sword and looked at the window defensively and asked: "Who is there?" The next second, the window was pushed open and the man came in.
The moment the window was opened, Xiao Xuanxi immediately swung his sword, but Leng Yan simply raised her hand and waved it, easily dispelling the sword energy. Leng Yan sat on the stool and looked at Xiao Xuanxi, who had not yet reacted, and Ruan Mengli, who was still in a daze, and said lightly: "Weren't you talking about me just now? Why are you silent now?"
Ruan Mengli smiled flatteringly: "Sister Yan, you must have heard wrongly. Who dares to say bad things about you?" Before she finished speaking, an icicle flew past her face. Leng Yan said indifferently: "I told you, call me by my name."
Ruan Mengli immediately changed his tone: "Okay, Master Leng Yan. What are your instructions?"
Leng Yan looked away from him and looked at Xiao Xuanxi, then frowned and said: "Why are you just building the foundation? You can't slack off in cultivation." Xiao Xuanxi bowed respectfully and said: "Disciple will follow the master's teachings." Xiao Xuanxi knew clearly that Leng Yan knew from the beginning that the purpose of his becoming her disciple was to use his identity as Leng Yan to avoid those people who came to trouble him, so he was always respectful in front of Leng Yan.
At this time Leng Yan spoke again: "I have accepted a new disciple. You go to meet her tomorrow. She is a girl named Zhirong." Xiao Xuanxi responded respectfully.
Leng Yan stood up and walked towards the window, saying as she walked, "I will send someone to pick you up and bring you to the palace tomorrow. Please prepare tonight." Ruan Mengli immediately agreed, as if he was afraid that Leng Yan would change her mind the next second.
Leng Yan returned to the palace. As soon as she landed in a secluded place, she heard Wen Shi's joking voice behind her: "Tsk tsk, there's such a beauty in such a secluded place in the palace at this hour of night."
Leng Yan turned around, setting up a formation with one hand, while with the other hand, he launched his spiritual energy towards Wen Shi. Wen Shi blocked Leng Yan's attack with his folding fan. He smiled and said, "Yan'er, your master just wanted to have a few good words with you. Why are you so unreasonable?"
Leng Yan didn't want to waste any more words with him. With a wave of spiritual power in her hand, a huge cone of ice rose from the ground. Wen Shi stopped in mid-air and looked at the ice cones on the ground below and sighed: "Yan'er, you are so cruel. Your master was worried about you and came out to find you, but you didn't appreciate it."
Leng Yan said, "Shut up." As she said that, she waved her hand, and all the ice vines in the sky rushed towards Wen Shi. Wen Shi dodged immediately when he saw this, but was still hit by Leng Yan's ice vines. In an instant, a blood mark appeared on his body, and the blood that seeped out soaked his white clothes, but soon ice formed on the wound, and the blood that flowed out was frozen.
Wen Shi gritted his teeth and smiled: "Yan'er, what is this, stopping the bleeding while hitting?" Leng Yan glanced at him and then the spiritual power in his hand flipped again. A huge ice lotus appeared above Wen Shi's head. Leng Yan's mind moved slightly, and the petals of the ice lotus disintegrated instantly, turning into thick ice cones that stabbed towards Wen Shi.
Wen Shi used his spiritual power to resist, but was ultimately unable to withstand Leng Yan's continuous attacks. He was injured by an ice cone, fell to the ground, and slid for a distance before stopping.
Wen Shi looked up at Leng Yan in the air and smiled. He said, "Yan'er, you are able to hurt me with your Mahayana cultivation. You are indeed a recognized genius in the cultivation world. You are worthy of being my disciple. You have the demeanor of me back then."
Leng Yan frowned and looked at Wen Shi. Finally, with a wave of her hand, the formation was released. Leng Yan's figure disappeared, and the ice cones on the ground also disappeared completely, as if nothing had happened.
Seeing Leng Yan leave Wen Shi also left, he knew why Leng Yan suddenly stopped.
After the two of them left, a few patrolling guards passed by. They shuddered and complained, "Why is it so cold here?"
Leng Yan returned to the hall and meditated on the bed. She had suddenly felt her blood boiling during the fight with Wen Shi, but had no choice but to stop because her injuries had not yet fully healed. Leng Yan took a few pills and began to heal her wounds.
The next morning, Leng Yan sent someone to pick up Ruan Mengli and the other two. After they entered the palace, they were taken away by the palace maids to arrange accommodation without even seeing Leng Yan. Xiao Xuanxi went to see Zhirong according to Leng Yan's instructions.
It was almost noon when the distant sky darkened, hinting at the approaching storm. Leng Yan sat in her bedroom, gazing at the gloomy sky with a calm expression. Her Hanyue Sword and Suchen Sword lay on the table beside her.
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