Although Palworld in this world was considerably more difficult than the original version, its overall gameplay was still fairly casual and entertaining.
Cultivators caught Pals, raised their families, and called upon their fellow disciples to take on powerful demons…
Life was carefree and pleasant.
Li Moran, however, played by an entirely different set of rules.
While everyone else was enjoying a relaxing game, she was playing a soulslike.
She had always been a woman of her word. Since Lu Ze had said that Pals could not be used when fighting Pals, she had never used one from beginning to end.
Her team always included a Cloud Deer for traveling, a flying mount, and three Woolipop occupying the remaining slots as mascots.
Relying solely on a sword and a saber, she had reached Level 54.
She had invested every attribute point into attack and stamina, aiming for nothing less than a one-life clear.
When she had first used a broken iron sword to hack a Level 37 Mammorest to death, even Lu Ze had been stunned.
It was like watching a newcomer playing Elden Ring for the first time, stubbornly wearing down the Tree Sentinel through sheer skill…
Whether in technique or perseverance, Li Moran possessed abilities far beyond those of ordinary people. No wonder she was hailed as the greatest genius the Lingxiao Sect had seen in a thousand years.
After the battle against Mammorest, it seemed as though Li Moran had truly attained enlightenment.
With nothing but a single person and a single sword, she had hacked her way from the starting plateau to the Pure White Snowfield without dying even once.
This left Lu Ze, who had originally hoped to trick Li Moran into coming here and earning him some demonic points, bitterly disappointed.
It was not until she reached the ice lake halfway up Spirit Peak Mountain that Li Moran encountered the second Pal who had truly put pressure on her—the Frostallion before her eyes.
Its long, streamlined body was white as snow. Two wings filled with icy cold rose from its back, while a crystalline horn jutted from its forehead. Its eyes radiated an arrogance that seemed to look down upon all living things.
[Absolute Zero Twin Stars], [Frozen Domain], [Diamond Dust], [Crystal Wings]…
Countless skills imbued with the power of extreme cold rained down from the sky.
Yet Li Moran could always evade them with the smallest of steps. She advanced through the wind and snow, repeatedly striking Frostallion’s body with the lightsaber in her hand.
The battle grew increasingly fierce.
The frost and snow covering the entire mountain were transformed into blade after blade under Frostallion’s command.
Amid the icy blades, Li Moran weaved through them, her movements as graceful as a delicate dance.
Elegant, yet deadly.
Gradually, Li Moran’s eyes suddenly began to perceive something within the surrounding wind and snow—a wondrous, indescribable Dao resonance.
…
The four members of Zhong Yi’s group, watching from behind an ice pillar, stared wide-eyed.
It was absurd.
Utterly absurd!
Frostallion, which had effortlessly wiped out their entire group, was as docile as a kitten before Li Moran. All that power of extreme ice seemed little more than playful mischief, unable to touch even the hem of her clothes.
“Damn… Just who’s the Ice Emperor here?”
Zhong Yi could not help but sigh.
“Come to think of it, Frostallion really does resemble Senior Sister Li… Both beautiful and powerful.”
Zhou Qiaoling gazed at Li Moran’s graceful movements with starry-eyed admiration.
“Now that you mention it, the characters who cultivate frost techniques in Junior Brother Lu’s illusion are all incredibly powerful, aren’t they? Could it be that they were modeled after Senior Sister Li?”
Mu Yawen blinked, voicing her sincere admiration.
“No wonder I lost to Junior Sister Li… It wasn’t Old Zhong cursing me after all. I was just relying too much on external power!”
Zhou Yue stroked his chin and began reflecting on his shortcomings in the illusion.
The last time he had fought Li Moran in the arena, the sheer variety of skills had made the scene extremely chaotic. He had completely failed to notice that Li Moran’s control within the illusion had reached such a subtle and perfect level.
Originally, Zhou Yue had thought that this was an illusion centered around spirit beasts, so naturally, spirit beasts were meant to be the source of one’s combat power.
After discovering that Pals possessed attributes and damage output far beyond that of the cultivators themselves, Zhou Yue had gradually forgotten to improve his own combat strength. Instead, he had shifted his focus toward the timing of deploying and recalling his Pals, as well as training them to become even stronger.
But when Li Moran pushed her skill to the extreme, he suddenly realized that he had forgotten his original purpose.
“Damn! Why did the wind and snow suddenly change direction!?”
Zhong Yi’s startled cry interrupted Zhou Yue’s thoughts. Everyone looked up.
The frost and snow that had been relentlessly rushing toward Li Moran now began to reverse course, faintly drifting back toward Frostallion instead.
It was as though the object to which the snow and ice submitted had changed.
“What is this…?”
Li Moran’s breathing grew slower and slower.
Time seemed to stand still. The moment she extended her palm and her fingertip touched a snowflake containing a trace of Dao resonance, the wind abruptly changed direction.
The enormous ice spikes released by Frostallion seemed to sense something. Although Li Moran had not moved even slightly, the ice spikes suddenly veered off course and landed behind her.
“Roar~”
Frostallion let out a clear cry, a hint of gentle intelligence flickering in its eyes.
Under everyone’s astonished gazes, the ice-type divine beast—still at half health—actually dropped to its knees and lowered its head before Li Moran.
Li Moran’s eyes flickered faintly.
She had not expected this outcome. Yet, for the beautiful ice-type divine beast before her, she felt an inexplicable fondness arise within her heart.
Li Moran extended her hand and gently stroked the crystalline horn on its forehead. Frostallion closed its eyes, appearing to enjoy the touch immensely.
The scene was captured perfectly by Zhong Yi’s livestream, shocking countless viewers.
[She hasn’t even caught it yet, and she’s already petting it!?]
[Holy crap… Frostallion has been conquered!?]
[As expected of Sword Immortal Li. She’s just as formidable in the illusion as she is in reality!]
[Her character never breaks!]
[What are you implying? Our Old Zhong’s character never breaks either, all right? Who in the world doesn’t know about his Crowmouth Spirit Root?]
[I can’t shake the feeling that this is a heavenly opportunity…]
…
Li Moran threw out a Pal Sphere.
It was not even a particularly high-grade one—merely a Master-tier Pal Sphere.
With the overwhelming level difference and Frostallion already at half health, the theoretical capture rate was less than one percent.
Yet everyone present subconsciously felt that Li Moran would definitely capture it.
They even suspected that, even if Li Moran threw the sphere wide, Frostallion might take the initiative to walk over and catch it itself…
Sure enough, just as everyone had expected, Frostallion offered no resistance and was successfully captured by Li Moran.
“Congratulations, Junior Sister Li, on capturing a special high-level demon Pal!”
Zhong Yi and the others emerged from behind the ice pillar and offered their sincere congratulations.
“Senior Brother Zhong, Senior Brother Zhou… Did I steal your Pal?”
Li Moran blinked, looking to be in an excellent mood.
“How could you? This Frostallion is extraordinarily special. Without an opportunity like the one Junior Sister Li encountered, who knows if anyone else could have captured it?”
Zhong Yi hurriedly waved his hands.
Having witnessed that miraculous scene, everyone understood that Frostallion was not merely powerful in terms of statistics. Capturing it was certainly not something that could be accomplished simply by throwing out a few more high-grade Pal Spheres or reducing its health.
“An opportunity…”
Li Moran looked at Frostallion inside the Pal Sphere. Once again, a trace of icy-blue Dao resonance drifted through her eyes.
She smiled faintly.
“Fellow Senior Brothers, I’ll be leaving for a while.”
…
The following morning.
Li Moran of the Lingxiao Sect attained enlightenment at Sword-Questioning Peak, breaking through to the Void Refinement Realm overnight.
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