Wolf cries spread out from the distance, occasionally mixed with the sad cries of the Cloud Stepping Foals.
Zhao Yanran, who was sprinting on the ice surface, smirked. Her eyes shone with a trace of satisfaction from her successful revenge.
Suddenly, he changed his direction and rushed up a nearby hill. Zhao Yanran looked in the direction she had come from, only to see that the cloud-riding carriage was racing against countless swamp wolves, heading east.
Giggling like a flower, Zhao Yanran frowned.
The wound on her chest was even more painful. The poison in her body was still unable to be suppressed.
She wiped her neck, only to see that her hand was covered in fresh blood. What should have been an insignificant wound was obstructed by a strange force, and it was unable to stop the bleeding even now.
"As expected, it is sword intent! Thirteen years old and his sword path is one with the spirit … "
Muttering in her mouth, Zhao Yanran closed her eyes and thought back to that sword that seemed to come from the depths of hell. Her entire body instantly spasmed in pain.
Different from before, in Zhao Yanran's eyes, this half-monster teen was not only not interesting, but he was also annoying.
She was afraid in the end. In front of the pressure of that supreme sword technique, she didn't have the confidence to use that Zong Shou as her energy seed furnace.
In terms of her heart, there was already a weakness. In this world, there was actually someone she didn't have the confidence to win against.
She flipped the bag she carried with her, only to see that there wasn't much left of the medicine.
Zhao Yanran sighed, just as she was about to turn around and leave. In the next moment, she had an idea and stopped in her tracks. He reached into his pouch and took out a mirror that was about a foot long and wide.
She directly placed a Grade Four beast crystal on the back of the mirror. A blue spiritual light flashed on the surface of the mirror. Zhao Yanran directly used the blood from her neck as ink to write on the surface of the mirror.
The handwriting was messy, a total mess, not having the elegance of a girl. Instead, it was filled with a sharp glow, filled with a barbaric aura.
The words she wrote were of the same style.
"… Oi! Old demonic woman, does your Taiyuan Sect still lack people? Do you want another direct disciple? "
As soon as the words were written, the blood turned into specks of light and dissipated in all directions. It was only after a short moment that the mirror reacted. A few lines of words appeared on the surface of the mirror.
At the very top was a portrait of a woman with simple lines. She was beautiful and cute, and she was currently in a state of rage.
"You crazy woman! If you dare to call me an old witch again, I will definitely eat you up! "
After a short while, the words disappeared completely, and then another line of words appeared.
"Don't you know that our Taiyuan Sect lacks people? But a direct disciple? Would you be so kind? He has the qualifications to be a direct disciple of our Tai Yuan Sect. Your Seven Spirit Sect doesn't want him and instead, you are so embarrassed that you want to give him to us? Did the sun rise from the west today? I suspect … "
The painting of the beautiful woman also changed, her face filled with doubt.
Zhao Yanran tsked, still using blood as ink and started to write on the surface of the mirror.
"If this fellow wasn't a male and our Seven Spirit Sect only accepts females, old witch, do you think I would tell you?"
"So it's a male …"
The expression of the beautiful woman's painting became colder, "Tell me about it? If my mood is good, then I will consider it. Anyways you crazy woman, every time you come to find me, nothing good will happen. You can't do anything right! With your eyesight, the person you recommend won't be much better. Our Taiyuan Sect's Luminous Spiritual Energy Sword isn't something that anyone can learn! "
The corner of Zhao Yanran's lips twitched, resisting the urge to smash the copper mirror in her hand.
A moment later, she laughed coldly, her eyes filled with a dark and vicious glow.
"Then what do you think about the person who broke the Lingyun Sect's Sky Sword Platform and the Small Heaven Sword Formation?"
"Small Heaven Sword Formation? Oh, that's not bad. However, he is only famous in Donglin Cloud Continent. Ten shrines, nineteen spiritual houses. These sects all have their own spiritual lands. No matter which sect the direct disciples are from, they can easily break it. They just don't care about it. With such talent, you can barely enter my faction … "
"What if this person is only thirteen years old and only used a total of three hundred and forty-three breaths?"
The mirror was silent, Zhao Yanran felt like it wasn't enough, continuing to write, "What if this person only used four hours to copy the twelve god steles heaven talismans?"
This time she waited for a long time before the copper mirror reacted, "Are you joking? Is there such a person in Donglin Cloud Continent? Crazy woman, are you sure? "
"I didn't personally see it, but Lingyun Long Ruo personally said it!"
"I don't believe it! If there is such a person, Lingyun Sect would most probably snatch him back to the mountain. How would they allow us to interfere? "
"As a half-monster with a dual meridian body. I heard that there are hidden problems in his body and he is unable to break through to the Bodily Chakra Realm! "
The beautiful woman's painting on the mirror instantly revealed an expression that said 'as expected'. Even the words formed on the surface of the mirror seemed to be delighted.
"… I knew it was like that! Since he has a dual meridian body and is unable to break through the Bodily Chakra Realm. What is the point of joining our Taiyuan Sect? "
Zhao Yanran laughed coldly, waiting for the words to disappear before she wrote once more.
"Thirteen years old sword path one with the spirit! Using a martial master body to see the profoundness of sword intent. Disciple restricted my xiantian true qi to fight with this person. On the 76th sword, I was injured and the sword wound was hard to heal. After which I lost all my fighting spirit and felt like I had no chance of winning! "
Although the blood words were still fierce and overbearing. For some reason, it was mixed with an indescribable sense of loss and dejection.
The copper mirror was silent once more. However, there were no more words after that. Instead, there was a cold and solemn voice. Using the copper mirror as a support, it spread from afar.
"Who is this person? Where is he now? Is he in the east of Donglin Cloud Continent? Thirteen years old sword path one with the spirit? Are you trying to trick me? "
Zhao Yanran didn't have any intention to continue writing, directly keeping the mirror. Her feet froze once more as she slid down the hill.
Following which she heard an exasperated voice say, "Crazy woman, are you going to say it or not? Do you believe that I will rush to Seven Spirit Sect right now and sue you for disrespecting your elders? "
Zhao Yanran's expression didn't change, only a teasing expression appeared in her eyes.
"If you want to sue, then sue. Since someone said that she needs to consider, then let's wait for her to consider. Anyways, our Cang Shengdao is not the only one who needs to find a legacy disciple! "
That voice instantly stopped, instantly turning into a fawning tone.
"Good Yanran, senior master is wrong! How about this, when we return I will give you 5 more fire soul pills? Although you don't need them now, after a while, you can use them to charge for the Return to Sun realm. If not, I can give you that nameless sword … "
The corner of Zhao Yanran's lips curled up slightly, as the gloominess from before was swept away.
"Add another 20 foundation training pills, 20 snow spirit pills, if not there is no need to talk!"
"Zhao Yanran, you are crazy!"
His voice rose a full octave, the copper mirror in the bag also shook intensely. Zhao Yanran couldn't be bothered, her body suddenly increasing speed as she slid into the distance.
Pretty much at the same time, in a certain building tens of thousands of miles away. A woman who looked to be in her twenties also stood up. She seemed to be in a daze.
On the surface of the mirror in front of her, the line of words that Zhao Yanran had drawn appeared.
"Thirteen years old sword path one with the spirit! Using the body of a martial master to see the profoundness of sword intent. Disciple restricted my xiantian true qi to fight with this person. On the 76th sword, I was injured by a sword, the sword wound is hard to heal. After which, my fighting spirit disappeared and I felt like I had no chance of winning … "
A weird glow flashed in the eyes of the beautiful girl.
"Is there really such a talent in this world? Is the heavens protecting our Taiyuan Sect? "
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