As Ji Xiaoxiao began chanting the incantation, the radiant golden core within Huang Yanheng's body dimmed, and a mysterious power stirred within her. Her eight extraordinary meridians swelled and bulged, seemingly about to break free from the constraints of her blood vessels, defy the rules, and soar into the sky.
"Sumari, what did you just inject into my body?" Huang Yanheng heard Ji Xiaoxiao's mutterings and panicked as she carefully examined her body inside and out.
Ji Xiaoxiao had no time to spare and paid no attention. Huang Yanheng, unable to get an answer, was filled with rage. In extreme panic, she followed her biological survival instinct, unleashing her infinite potential, and her life-slaying and soul-stealing spell was about to be unleashed.
"Distracted mind!" Ji Xiaoxiao shouted, and the talismans inside Huang Yanheng's body collapsed.
The tiny talismans not only seeped into Huang Yanheng's internal organs, but also attached themselves to his soul and consciousness. The profound characters engraved on the talismans radiated golden light, and as time passed, the characters' light flickered more and more frequently. Reaching a critical point where a red light suddenly appeared, a series of loud explosions rang out.
Before she could finish reciting the killing curse, Huang Yanheng suddenly trembled, cried out to the sky, and then her limbs stiffened, she became speechless, dizzy, and her vision blurred. She coughed up mouthfuls of blood. With a thud, Huang Yanheng's eyes became empty and lifeless as she knelt stiffly on the jade.
The Gang Sha Formation is not a killing formation where swords are drawn and blood is inevitable—at least, Ji Xiaoxiao doesn't want it to be. The true brilliance of a battle between top-tier masters lies in inflicting physical, mental, and spiritual damage on the enemy in full view of everyone, leaving them powerless to resist.
Huang Yanheng's soul and consciousness were damaged. In the Qingyun Sect Grand Competition, Ji Xiaoxiao emerged victorious. The first-place reward was generous, but Ji Xiaoxiao disregarded it, turning around and leaving the arena with lightning speed, returning to the Qingyou Cave on Pingjue Peak to recuperate.
"Tsk tsk, truly terrifying." The Demon Lord observed coldly, yet he still offered his comment.
"With meridians severed, golden core shattered, and soul damaged, there is no hope left on the path of cultivation." Ying Cheng looked regretful, both admiring and disdainful. "They pride themselves on being a prestigious and righteous sect, guardians of the Heavenly Dao, yet in a small sect competition, the battles between fellow disciples are fought to the death."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" The Demon Lord slapped Ying Cheng, pursed his lips, and smiled gently. "That woman, I'm determined to have her."
"Who?" To be honest, Ying Cheng didn't think much of Ji Xiaoxiao and Huang Yanheng.
Ji Xiaoxiao is too ruthless; she's not suited to the adorable and innocent Demon Lord. Ying Cheng is afraid that Ji Xiaoxiao will betray the Demon Lord, and the Demon Lord will still be foolishly helping her count the money. That scene is just too wonderful; Ying Cheng can't help but chuckle. And Huang Yanheng is too weak; she can't protect the beautiful Demon Lord. If… sigh, never mind. Having a child at home brings its own set of worries.
"That defeated woman, I think her name was something like Huang Yanheng." The Demon Lord looked at the antique ring on Huang Yanheng's thumb with great interest.
Ying Cheng was taken aback and hurriedly stood up. Unexpectedly, his head was blocked by a tree branch. He cried out in pain and covered his head, but still said in a low voice, "Change it, Lord Demon Lord, change it. I think Su Mary from the Su family is not bad. She is talented, beautiful, and of noble status. She won't embarrass you if we take her out for a stroll."
The Demon Lord reached out and pulled Ying Cheng's cheek, pretending to be stupid and saying, "Ying Cheng, it's me getting married, not you choosing a wife. Why should I have to cater to your preferences?"
Ying Cheng dared not lay a hand on the Demon Lord. Enduring the pain and embarrassment, he said with a flushed face, "Demon Lord, then why must you choose Huang Yanheng? She is weak in martial arts and has no hope of cultivating immortality. What ability does she have to attract you?"
Actually, what Ying Cheng wanted to ask was, "Demon Lord, are you out of your mind?"
The answer is yes. The Demon Lord is not only mentally ill, but also an ingrate who always sides with outsiders. "There is a destiny in the dark, and I should marry her. For us, cultivating immortality is not difficult. The Creation Pill can reshape meridians and spiritual roots, and Huang Yanheng still has great potential."
"Wait, the Creation Pill. The Lady's Creation Pill, Lord Demon Lord..." Ying Cheng blinked, but the Lord Demon Lord was nowhere to be seen. He sighed deeply, steeled himself, and flashed to catch up with the Lord Demon Lord.
The two demons disappeared unnoticed, and Ji Xiaoxiao returned to the Serene Cave to reflect on the battle. Although she had won, she had paid a considerable price. For at least ten years, Ji Xiaoxiao would have no hope of advancing to the advanced stage of the Golden Core realm.
After a month of seclusion to recuperate, Master Yun Yi arrived at Qingyou Cave, startling Ji Xiaoxiao. "Master, what brings you here?" Ji Xiaoxiao bowed and greeted him, then asked in a calm and indifferent tone.
Yun Yizhen's warm smile froze on her face. Her disciple, who knew the answer to her question, was not amusing at all. "Mary, you haven't forgotten that the Cloud Realm opens in three days, have you?"
"This disciple has never forgotten." Ji Xiaoxiao had a pretty good grasp of the original owner's aloofness.
Master Yun thought to himself that his disciple was not lovable. In the blink of an eye, he put on a calm face and instructed Ji Xiaoxiao to go to Chaoyun Hall on Xianyun Peak in three days. Ji Xiaoxiao respectfully agreed.
Three days later, the sky cleared up.
Ji Xiaoxiao arrived alone at the Chaoyun Palace on Xianyun Peak. Looking at the sea of people pushing and shoving each other, she was troubled about where she should stand so that she could leisurely watch the flowers bloom and fade in the courtyard and the clouds drift and gather in the sky.
"Xiao Heng, are you really alright? Should I go home and ask a Saint-level alchemist to take a look at you?" The sycophant's voice was very familiar, as if it were engraved in Ji Xiaoxiao's mind. Even after erasing the hard drive, it could still linger on.
"Brother Su, no need. I'm also an alchemist, and I know my own physical condition very well. I'm really better now, so you don't need to trouble yourself." Ji Xiaoxiao looked in the direction of the voice and saw Huang Yanheng strolling leisurely among a group of men and women, gently and softly refusing Su Jieke's kind offer.
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