The situation had now drastically changed.
The two Tianyan Sect disciples smoothly turned back around, gripping their swords as they faced the woman.
One of them sent a voice transmission to Wang Lin, briefly reporting what had just happened:
"Captain, after that Nascent Soul realm demonic cultivator hurled a purple orb artifact at us, we were instantly trapped in an illusion. It was seamless—if not for the hidden Dao rhythm signal you just sent, we would’ve been completely blindsided."
Wang Lin remained calm, sword in hand, and replied via voice transmission:
"Mission parameters have changed. Reinforcements have already been notified by the Tianyan Sect. For now, engage and delay. If things turn south, retreat immediately. Keep your teleportation talismans ready."
The two Tianyan Sect disciples nodded in acknowledgment.
Li Xingtian was also looped into the voice transmission channel.
Admittedly, from what Li Xingtian had witnessed, the Tianyan Sect disciples operated with impeccable precision.
It really drove home the difference between a disciplined force and a band of outlaws.
Not that he expected his own senior sister to command the battlefield as smoothly as Wang Lin.
But judging by Zhang Miaoyu’s expression, one might think their senior sister was doing an outstanding job.
It was baffling, especially after Li Xingtian had read through Cui Hao’s hundred-thousand-word mission debrief.
A hundred thousand words dedicated solely to nitpicking mistakes—it was hard not to cringe at his senior sister’s leadership.
Li Xingtian didn’t dwell on it further, instead extending his blood qi to probe the surroundings.
If the reports were accurate, that Nascent Soul demonic cultivator—Meng Jun—might still be alive. Sometimes, the real threat was the rat lurking in the shadows.
Still, the tide had finally turned in their favor.
"Got any more tricks up your sleeve?" Wang Lin asked, his tone dripping with disdain despite his inner vigilance. "If not, you might as well start drafting your last words—not that I’ll bother remembering them."
The woman burst into laughter—pleasant to the ears, if nothing else.
Her voice carried a mocking lilt:
"Oh, I was just playing with you, and here you are, getting all worked up."
The moment the words left her lips, Wang Lin’s expression sharpened, his gaze locking onto her.
The woman hovered mid-air, her eyes equally fixed on Wang Lin and his group.
Wang Lin sneered. "Worked up or not, I do know you won’t be laughing for much longer."
The woman narrowed her eyes and hissed:
"Tch… Let’s see if that mouth of yours begs for mercy later."
Li Xingtian summoned his spiritual treasure, but after a long pause, neither side made a move. They just stood there, glaring at each other, trading barbs like it was a contest.
With their cultivation levels, blinking was optional.
Li Xingtian finally understood—Wang Lin and this woman were, in his master’s words, "pure talkers."
After all, trash talk was free. Why not indulge?
Wang Lin was stalling because Tianyan Sect reinforcements were on the way.
But what about the woman?
Was she just buying time to catch her breath before death?
Li Xingtian’s expression darkened as he sent a voice transmission to Wang Lin:
"She’s probably charging up a big move. Even if we’re stalling, we shouldn’t just stand here and let her prepare."
"Big move"?
The term was novel, but Wang Lin grasped the meaning immediately. Li Xingtian had a point.
After a brief consideration, Wang Lin replied:
"Stay sharp. I’ll test her limits."
With that, he repositioned himself and raised a hand. A massive earthen dragon erupted from the ground, hurtling toward the woman.
A second and third followed in quick succession under Wang Lin’s control.
The Tianyan Sect was renowned for its mastery of the five elements and other arcane arts, ranking among the elite forces of the Central Continent.
Such techniques were standard for cultivators, though they were typically reserved for crowd control or weaker foes.
After all, no matter how flashy the spells, they couldn’t match the raw power of divine abilities.
In a fight, a cultivator’s priority was always the most devastating attack.
Holding back in battle was like walking on your hands—either your feet were useless, or your brain was.
Still, long-range harassment wasn’t a bad tactic.
The earthen dragons were shattered mid-flight by whipping floral branches, failing to even graze the woman’s robes.
Wang Lin flicked his wrist, sending fiery dragons roaring forward—only to meet the same fate.
The woman covered her mouth in amusement before clapping mockingly:
"What a lovely performance! Do a few more tricks, and I might let you live a little longer."
Wang Lin ignored the taunt, his sword flashing coldly as he unleashed another strike—
The Divine Profound Clear Sword Art.
The woman’s demeanor shifted to seriousness. She raised a hand, and the flowering tree trembled, its branches weaving into layered shields.
The sword slash cleaved through barrier after barrier, ultimately slamming into the woman behind them.
Under Wang Lin’s watchful gaze—
There was no surprise. The woman was sent flying once more, crashing into the ground with enough force to scatter petals and carve a crater.
She slowly rose from the wreckage:
"Enough with the theatrics. Time to hear you beg. I haven’t eaten in so long, my digestion’s gotten sluggish."
She stretched a hand toward the flowering tree.
In an instant, the massive tree shuddered, condensing at blinding speed before streaking toward her.
A mere heartbeat later—
She gripped a wooden sword, its surface intricately carved with blossoms, forged from the towering tree.
With a casual swing, she sent a slash toward Wang Lin.
Countless petals materialized mid-air, each gleaming with lethal sharpness as they surged toward him.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Lin was engulfed in a swirling storm of flowers.
From within, the sounds of his frantic counterattacks echoed, but breaking free seemed impossible.
The woman chuckled softly before turning her languid gaze to Li Xingtian and the others:
"I’ve always hated being woken up—especially from a pleasant dream."
Li Xingtian frowned. That statement… was deliberately suggestive. Was she implying she was the Dream Immortal?
But he remained skeptical.
If the Dream Immortal could resurrect so easily, there would’ve been far more than just whispers about her back then.
One of the Tianyan Sect disciples, sensing the danger, turned to the other:
"You stay and guard him. I’ll assist the captain."
"Don’t." Li Xingtian blocked his path, voice firm. "It’s a trap."
The disciple shot him a dismissive glance and moved to charge toward Wang Lin.
Li Xingtian sighed but had no authority to stop him.
The woman’s eyes lit up at the opening. For the first time, she lunged forward—
Her wooden sword arced toward the rushing disciple.
The disciple twisted mid-step, retaliating with a slash of his own.
Blades clashed.
Petals exploded into the air, dancing like a storm.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
