Chapter 24 Sorry, having the script means you can do whatever you want.
"We're almost there." Mu Jianjian pushed open the door in front of her.
A giant clock hangs in the huge room, swaying with the movement of the room. Layers of gauze ribbons hang from the ceiling, echoing the purple smoke that exudes sandalwood. The carved beams and painted rafters, along with the walls covered in runes, emanate a rich aura of true energy.
Upon closer inspection, she saw several disciples dressed in Xuanshuang Sect attire struggling against the bizarrely shaped paper figures. Every time the blade tore the paper figures apart, they would miraculously heal the next second, forming an impenetrable barrier.
On the other side, Sang Wanyue was engaged in a fierce battle with a short-haired girl using her twin swords. The collision of their true energy struck the runes on the wall, creating ripples that were absorbed without causing any damage.
A paper doll? A little girl?
Mu Jianjian glanced at the plot; there was indeed such a person in the original book.
The eldest aunt of the Shangguan family, Shangguan Qingrong.
The Shangguan family's secret technique is to disperse the body's true energy into various paper figures inscribed with talismans.
Paper figures have no sense of pain, and as long as their physical bodies are unharmed, they can fight indefinitely, thus making them capable of taking on ten opponents at once. It is said that the Shangguan Ancestor once used a paper figure to fight against ten thousand.
It was also because of this secret technique that Shangguan Qingrong, who was clearly at the Core Formation stage, was able to enter the secret realm without being rejected.
But she remembered that the person she fought with in the central hall was clearly a female cultivator from the Golden Crow Temple sect.
But there was no time to worry about that now. Mu Jianjian observed the situation and naturally tugged at Chi Wenqing's sleeve. "Master... Chi Wenqing, I'm going down to help. You stay here and be careful."
She almost let it slip, but thankfully she stopped herself in time!
"Okay, then I'll wait here for Yuanyuan to come back." Chi Wenqing smiled when he heard the girl's almost uncontrollable address.
Mu Jianjian's heart skipped a beat. Why did her normal words sound so flirtatious?
Without wanting to think too much, she jumped down and surveyed the general situation of the battle.
The Xuan Shuang Sect disciples were barely able to deal with the paper figures, but Sang Wanyue already had several cuts on her body. Her hands, which were holding the twin swords, trembled slightly, but her eyes remained clear and she persevered.
Even if one has reached the Foundation Establishment stage, dealing with a Core Formation expert with separate cultivation levels would still be very difficult.
Mu Jianjian took out the Nine Heavens Silk and memorized the strange runes floating on the corner of the giant bell in the center. A plan gradually rose in her mind.
"You are truly a formidable young man," Shangguan Qingrong, though over a hundred years old, now appears like an eight-year-old child, with only his pale eyes revealing his true age. "Girl, you should know that I have no intention of making things difficult for you."
Faced with the pressure from all sides, Sang Wanyue's left hand trembled slightly. In the instant she lost strength, the hilt of the knife slipped from her hand. She quickly blocked another attack and said with a focused gaze, "I didn't want to make things difficult for you either."
She couldn't stop them. This was the strength of the opponent after they had split into more than a dozen paper figures. She was still too weak.
After entering the secret realm, everyone praised her as a genius, Sang Wanyue. Little did they know that she had earned this title of genius with her life...
Moreover, she didn't want to be a genius; she only wanted to be a strong person.
"Hahaha, you've got guts, girl," Shangguan Qingrong's voice was childish yet carried an air of authority, "but it's over now."
The Xuan Shuang Sect disciple fighting nearby suddenly noticed that the paper figure in front of him had disappeared. Realizing something was wrong, he shouted towards Chao Sang Wanyue, "Senior Sister—"
Sang Wanyue sensed the sudden increase in pressure from the other side, and her left index finger and thumb touched together—
This is her trump card: severing a finger triggers the "Blood Reversal Technique," but the price can range from unconsciousness to serious injury.
Seeing that the female lead's left hand had already touched the blade with two fingers, Mu Jianjian knew something was wrong. She threw the curved sword that had just fallen next to the female lead and shouted, "Wanyue, catch it—"
Sang Wanyue was taken aback when she saw a woman rushing towards her with her curved sword. She took the sword and frowned.
What is Mu Yuanyuan doing here? She's only at the first level of Foundation Establishment and she's already been affected; even if she doesn't die, she'll be crippled!
"Lead her to the runes to the north. Trust me, we're not in dire straits yet," Mu Jianjian whispered to Sang Wanyue.
Sang Wanyue was taken aback by the girl's calm and confident demeanor. She finally lowered her two fingers and said softly, "Okay."
"Another one?" Shangguan Qingrong dodged the attack from the red ribbon and glanced at the girl who had joined in. With a single glance, he could tell how skilled she was.
Foundation Establishment Level 1? Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; utterly overestimating one's abilities.
With her body transformed into that of a child, Shangguan Qingrong was exceptionally agile and nimble. Despite having no weapons, she meticulously manipulated the paper scraps scattered around her, watching as the two gradually shrank their living space under the wrapping.
The paper cut across Mu Jianjian's arm like a knife, and blood splattered on her cheeks. Even though Sang Wanyue was bearing most of the pressure, she still felt physically trembling and uncomfortable.
I counted down in my mind, just a little longer and I could manage.
"I only wanted a red silk ribbon, but now you've delivered a black one yourself," Shangguan Qingrong laughed. How could he possibly defeat her?
The two girls probably wouldn't even be able to touch her!
“Three, two…” Mu Jianjian called out, her nerves on high alert as she looked at the moving rune stripes on the giant bell. The shadows that were changing rapidly appeared unusually slow under her gaze.
Sang Wanyue swiftly drew her sword, slashing at Shangguan Qingrong's left side! She unleashed both swords in a final, desperate attack!
Like a hurricane roaring through the air, Shangguan Qingrong flicked her hand slightly, and the paper pieces around her formed an impenetrable wall. The two swords were deflected, and neither of them was injured.
The weapon was no longer in his hand, and the matter was over. The paper pieces scattered, and just as Shangguan Qingrong was about to speak, the sound of a giant bell resounded throughout the central hall.
A tremendous suction force suddenly appeared behind her where she was standing, and Shangguan Qingrong was suddenly sucked in!
She was standing at the entrance to another room? How could that be?
As the room door creaked shut, Shangguan Qingrong finally saw the red ribbon that had struck the giant bell—it was a magical artifact belonging to another Foundation Establishment woman.
They never even considered defeating her!
The two swords forced her to block her view with a piece of paper, while the other sword instantly rang a bell to change the layout of the room!
Shangguan Qingrong landed in the empty room. The notes around her seemed to have scattered uncontrollably. Her short hair was disheveled, but she didn't care. She stepped open the wooden door that had just fallen down—
The room opposite was filled with dark clouds; it was indeed not the central hall.
She, a Nascent Soul cultivator who had lived for over a hundred years, was actually outsmarted by two children.
——
Seeing that Shangguan Qingrong's figure had completely disappeared behind the door, Mu Jianjian finally breathed a sigh of relief and slumped to the ground, recalling the look of surprise and astonishment on his face at the end.
Mu Jianjian said: Sorry, having the script means you can do whatever you want.
The giant bell in the central hall of the Prosperous Golden Palace is a massive magical artifact that can alter the spatial layout at any time. The flowing runes on it can be struck at precise times to achieve the desired transformation effect at a specific location.
"Thank you, Mu Yuanyuan." After picking up the two swords she had left behind, Sang Wanyue stood next to Mu Jianjian, who was lying down, and a strange emotion flashed in her eyes.
She had never fought alongside anyone in either of her two lives.
In her past life, Ye Wuluo, whom she thought was close, always maintained a protective stance in front of her. In this life, others praised her and thought that she was invincible in the secret realm after reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, so naturally she didn't need companions.
Looking back, when she faced the Core Formation expert from the Shangguan family alone and saw the figure rushing towards her without hesitation, she was deeply moved.
It turns out that there are people who stand firmly by her side to share the pressure and tell her, "Believe me, we're not in dire straits yet."
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