In this regard, Jiu Youyue was confident she surpassed Yun Xiu.
She at least knew a few techniques and had experience from her previous life. Her skills were on par with Yan Ruyu’s, but she’d performed poorly just now because she’d only recently lost her virginity.
Yun Xiu, on the other hand, was a complete blank slate. Once she got into the mood, she could only helplessly let Yan Zhen have his way with her. If not for her Mystic cultivation holding her together, she probably would have ended up just like Yan Meng’er.
But now that both women had fallen to Yan Zhen’s advances, there was no real comparison to be made. Jiu Youyue’s smugness evaporated in an instant.
“…”
It wasn’t just Jiu Youyue—even Yun Xiu was equal parts shy and furious.
She had told him not to let Jiu Youyue seduce him, but instead, he had taken the initiative to attack, right in front of her face. And when Jiu Youyue couldn’t take any more, Yun Xiu had even been forced to help shoulder some of the burden!
It was enough to make her fume!
Now that Jiu Youyue was giving Yan Zhen a piece of her mind, Yun Xiu chose to watch coldly from the sidelines. She ignored the pleading looks he kept shooting her way.
She was still fuming.
After enduring Jiu Youyue’s thorough torment, Yan Zhen finally escaped her clutches. He regretted his earlier impulsiveness deeply.
System-chan had warned him too—and not gently, either. She had practically threatened to whip him.
He had lost a ton of protagonist points and needed to make them up fast.
Luckily, he had a chance to act cool coming up soon.
The three of them slowly made their way down the mountain.
When they reached the base, Jiu Youyue suddenly spoke up.
“Alright, with things settled here, it’s time for me to head out.”
Yun Xiu suddenly recalled Jiu Youyue’s true purpose, a faint furrow forming between her brows.
“You’re really going back?”
“I’ve got what I came for, so of course I am. What, you think I’m staying in Cloud Heaven Palace forever?” Jiu Youyue chuckled, her eyes gleaming with demonic allure under the accent of her azure eyeshadow. “Sister, you’re too naive for your own good~”
She slowly backed away, putting distance between herself, Yun Xiu, and Yan Zhen. Her smile gradually turned icy.
“I’d advise you not to try stopping me, Sister. Otherwise, you might end up regretting it.”
Yan Zhen inwardly grumbled that the demoness sure knew how to flip like a switch, but outwardly he feigned confusion.
“What’s gotten into her?”
“Don’t ask.” Yun Xiu’s voice was flat. “You should leave first, Chen Zhen. Get as far away as you can.”
“What exactly is going on?”
“Just go. And don’t look back.”
As she spoke, Yun Xiu gave Yan Zhen’s back a light pat.
A burst of mystic light flared, and a soft wind like a cloud enveloped his body, lifting him involuntarily into the air.
Yan Zhen struggled fiercely, but he couldn’t break free of the wind’s grip. He floated farther and farther away, like a balloon slipping from someone’s hand.
“Hey, Yun Xiu! Jiu Youyue! What’s going on with you two? Don’t just keep me in the dark!”
The two women watched as Yan Zhen’s figure vanished into the distance.
Jiu Youyue let out a wistful sigh.
“Why bother, Sister? You and Little Zhen Zhen should stick around the Demonic Dragon Mountain Range a bit longer, then take him back to the Garo Kingdom. That’ll be fine.”
Yun Xiu replied indifferently.
“I put a little extra force into that send-off. It should carry him a hundred miles away. He won’t come running back like he did in our last life.”
Jiu Youyue grew impatient.
“Sister, you can only fight me to a draw at best. The Infant Spirit is almost here. Once she arrives, you won’t be able to leave even if you want to. You gonna let Little Zhen Zhen risk his life coming back to save you?”
The Infant Spirit was the Evil Consort’s second secondary body. She appeared as a little girl of about five years old, but her cultivation had reached the Nine-Star Mystic Ancestor realm—slightly stronger even than Jiu Youyue after her cultivation seal was released.
Yun Xiu remained unmoved.
“I can help you kill her.”
“You?”
“You died as a Half-Saint, Jiu Youyue, so you can’t comprehend the Mystic Saint realm.” Yun Xiu’s aura began to shift. “But I’ve reached it before. There’s a vast chasm between Mystic Saints and those below. Once you transcend to saint-level, you’re no longer mortal.”
Jiu Youyue fell silent. She wasn’t as ignorant as Yun Xiu made her out to be, since the Evil Consort herself was a High-Star Mystic Saint.
As one of her secondary bodies, Jiu Youyue could sense the Evil Consort’s power, vast as an ocean.
A mere Half-Saint was no different from an ant in the face of a true Mystic Saint. That was why Yi Xian’er hadn’t bothered with the likes of Han Feng, Master Molan, or even the Holy Land Academy. She killed whoever she pleased because she had once stood at the apex of this world’s pyramid.
—Of course, Yan Zhen was the exception, that freak. After entering Half-Saint, he could beat a One-Star Mystic Saint black and blue without breaking a sweat. It defied all reason!
“I don’t know what tricks you have up your sleeve, Sister, but we can’t kill the Infant Spirit right now. If we do, the Evil Consort will find a way to regenerate. It’d all be for nothing.”
“Leave the Evil Consort to Master Chen Xi and Yan Zhen… Your life is in her hands. The moment she senses your intentions, you’re as good as dead!”
Jiu Youyue was at her wit’s end.
“Don’t you trust me at all, Sister?”
Yun Xiu shot back coldly.
“Do you think you’re trustworthy? You haven’t told the truth once from start to finish.”
“Now that’s going too far~”
“Hmph.”
“Sigh, I’m not going to—”
Before she could finish, Jiu Youyue sensed an aura remarkably similar to her own hurtling toward them at incredible speed. It was far beyond what a Mystic Lord could achieve—only a Mystic Ancestor, treading the void itself, could move that fast!
Seeing that Yun Xiu had no intention of leaving, Jiu Youyue could only leap into the air and fly toward the source of the aura.
Yun Xiu immediately gave chase on the wind.
Purely in terms of speed, Jiu Youyue couldn’t match Yun Xiu, who cultivated Wind Mystic Power. Yet Yun Xiu merely trailed behind her, refusing to overtake.
Jiu Youyue gritted her teeth and spun around, thrusting her sword at Yun Xiu. Sword qi shot out like a beam of moonlight.
Yun Xiu seemed to have anticipated it. She twisted her lithe body aside and dodged effortlessly.
The Mystic Ancestor aura grew ever closer. On the horizon, a faint black speck was visibly expanding.
The Evil Consort’s second secondary body—the Infant Spirit—had finally arrived!
From over a thousand meters away, the petite girl clutching a Straw Doll in her arms patted the air lightly with her small hand. A massive blood-red palm print materialized above Yun Xiu’s head, locking onto her aura before crashing down.
Under normal circumstances, that palm would have crippled any Mystic Lord.
Yun Xiu looked up, a sharp glint of silver flashing in her eyes. Her aura erupted as she unleashed the Venerable Mystic Technique: Wind Extreme Meteor Kill Sword. The devastatingly sharp strike pierced right through the palm print’s weak point.
Boom.
The palm print shattered into scattered chunks of blood, drifting down like snowflakes. It only made the white-clothed sword immortal, long sword in hand, appear even more coldly imposing.
By now, the Infant Spirit had arrived beside Jiu Youyue. A flicker of confusion crossed her pale, expressionless little face as she parted her lips.
“Jiu Youyue, who is she?”
Jiu Youyue glanced at the little loli who was technically her “sister” and replied.
“The National Advisor of the Garo Kingdom. Sect Master of Cloud Heaven Palace.”
“Impressive.” The Infant Spirit said flatly. “Since she followed us, might as well kill her off.”
Jiu Youyue was speechless. Why did everyone default to slaughter? Couldn’t they try being a little more peaceful, like her?
“Forget it. I want to hurry back and report.”
“You go ahead. I’ll kill her. It won’t take long.”
