Bai Qianshuang hurriedly stepped out of the southern gate of Zichen City, instantly sensing two auras clinging to her like shadows.
"..." Having survived countless pursuits before, Bai Qianshuang was well aware she was being followed.
Enemies?
Or perhaps...
Uncertain of their motives, she chose to feign ignorance.
She deliberately took a desolate path—strewn with jagged rocks, seemingly untouched by passing cultivators.
The pursuers followed without hesitation, making no effort to conceal themselves. In fact, they quickened their pace.
After flying a considerable distance, Bai Qianshuang suddenly halted in a valley. The gauze of her bamboo hat fluttered in the breeze as she turned slowly, her gaze piercing through the veil to lock onto two white-robed figures emerging from behind the rocks.
"Who are you?" Her voice was icy.
"Chasing me from Zichen City to these wild outskirts—hardly a friendly gesture, is it?"
Zi Ning'er stared directly at Bai Qianshuang. Though she could tell the woman was young, her cautious demeanor only reinforced Zi Ning'er's suspicions.
"I am Zi Ning'er, a direct disciple of the Qingyun Sect."
The moment those words left her lips, Bai Qianshuang's eyes turned frigid.
"You’ve been sneaking around, gathering intel on our sect. Are you some enemy of the Qingyun Sect?"
Zi Ning'er unsheathed her sword, its blade shimmering with spiritual light, glaringly bright against the dim sky.
"If you’re a remnant of the Jade Void Sect, I’ll cut you down here today—cleansing the righteous path of filth!"
Her companion also drew a spiritual sword, eyes blazing as they fixed on Bai Qianshuang.
Bai Qianshuang remained expressionless, her voice cool.
"Just the two of you?"
"What of it?"
"Then die here." Her words were calm as she gripped her own spiritual sword. The moment she activated the Jade Void Art, Zi Ning'er and her companion sensed the surge of her spiritual energy.
"So it’s true—you’re a remnant of that demonic sect!" Zi Ning'er struck immediately.
"Qingyun Sword Art!"
Leaping into the air, she brought her sword down with crushing force. A torrent of cyan sword energy surged forth, carving a deep trench into the withered grassland, sending rocks flying and dust billowing!
Bai Qianshuang tapped the ground lightly, her figure drifting back dozens of feet like a willow catkin.
She assessed the two before her, quickly discerning their cultivation—mere Golden Core realm.
Had this been before her transmigration, Bai Qianshuang, weakened by injuries, might have hesitated. But now—
As she channeled her techniques, ice-attribute spiritual energy erupted around her. The temperature within several miles plummeted, and frigid air burst from the earth. Countless ice spikes erupted like a forest, hurtling toward Zi Ning'er.
The spikes gleamed with an eerie blue light, their tips sharp as divine weapons. When they clashed with the cyan sword energy, a deafening explosion resounded.
The metallic clangor echoed across the ancient battlefield. Though the sword energy shattered a few spikes, the majority broke through, freezing Zi Ning'er’s junior sister into an ice sculpture before shattering her into dust!
"Junior Sister?!"
"You… you…"
Zi Ning'er barely dodged, her face paling in disbelief. "How… how is your cultivation so high?!"
This was… the power of the Spirit Transformation realm?!
Her robes stiffened from the cold as she landed, her expression ashen.
Without hesitation, she crushed a jade token in her hand.
Instantly, several formidable auras soared into the sky from Zichen City in the distance.
Bai Qianshuang’s frosty gaze took in the scene.
Her fingers traced the blade of her sword.
"Die."
A single slash unleashed seven arcs of multicolored sword energy, instantly locking onto Zi Ning'er’s body.
As a born Heavenly Dao Physique, Bai Qianshuang wielded all elemental attributes—an unparalleled advantage. Elemental counters meant nothing to her; she could suppress any force.
"I underestimated you." Zi Ning'er never imagined she’d be cornered like this. She had assumed the presence of elders in Zichen City and her junior sister would prevent disaster.
After all, as a genius of the Donghua Divine Continent, she had her own pride.
Yet her opponent was a Spirit Transformation expert?!
In minor sects, such power could make one a sect master!
Zi Ning'er crushed another jade token without delay.
An ancient, mystical aura unfurled, forming a barrier around her.
The seven-colored sword energy struck relentlessly, rapidly draining the barrier’s power.
This was a life-saving treasure bestowed by Sect Master Qin Tianya. Though it lasted only briefly, it was her sole defense against a Spirit Transformation cultivator.
"A protective artifact?" Bai Qianshuang paused briefly, but the coldness in her eyes remained.
The environment, already under her influence, darkened further. Thick snowflakes poured from the gathering storm clouds, freezing upon contact with the barrier’s net, cracking it layer by layer.
Worse still, the ground froze over at a visible pace, spreading until the entire battlefield was encased in ice, amplifying the killing intent in the air.
"Dao?!" Zi Ning'er’s face twisted in horror.
This wasn’t just any Spirit Transformation cultivator—she was a supreme expert half a step into the Dao Comprehension realm!
Bai Qianshuang eyed the barrier indifferently. With a mere thought, a massive ice sword, dozens of feet long, materialized above her.
Without another word, she swung.
The blade descended with world-shattering force, shattering the golden net instantly. Zi Ning'er was sent flying like a broken kite, crashing into a boulder with a spray of blood!
"Ah—!"
Bai Qianshuang landed gracefully, observing the crippled Zi Ning'er and the already slain junior sister. There was no bloodlust in her eyes—only weariness.
If possible, she’d rather not kill.
For some reason, she found herself reminiscing about her days at Ye Chuan’s home.
But the thought lasted only a breath before she raised her sword again.
Without hesitation, she brought it down.
"All of the Qingyun Sect must die!"
"STOP!!" A furious roar echoed as multiple auras closed in.
Yet Bai Qianshuang didn’t falter. Her sword energy tore through Zi Ning'er’s body, leaving no room for resistance.
"..." Sensing Zi Ning'er’s soul hadn’t fully dispersed, Bai Qianshuang gave it only a glance before mounting her sword and soaring away.
The bitter wind whipped at her plain white robes, her figure blending with the frozen wasteland into a desolate tableau.
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