Xu Yourong sat back down and took out the Tong Bow and Wu Arrows. She lowered her head in silence, not saying a single word.
Chen Changsheng was behind her, surrounded by countless crystals.
Time slowly passed. The monsters hidden in the grassland, because of their innate fear of her Qi, did not attack.
The ethereal sound of the zither did not become berserk, urging them to attack. Instead, it grew even calmer, as if it was pacifying them.
It pacified the hearts of the monsters, dispelling their fear and giving birth to sufficient courage.
The surface of the water amidst the grass suddenly began to fiercely tremble. Those faint ripples from before instantly connected into one, forming an extremely high wave.
The wave surged over the pile of grass, wetting the hem of her skirt that hung in front of her knees.
She raised her head and opened her eyes, calmly gazing into the depths of the lake. She bent her bow, nocked an arrow, and slightly loosened her fingers.
There was a light whooshing sound.
The Wu Arrow pierced through the air, piercing deeply into the water.
There was nothing in the water, so what was this arrow shooting at? Could it be water?
In the next moment, the waves on the surface of the water actually disappeared, the waves no longer surging.
It was as if the water had truly been calmed by her arrow.
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Xu Yourong's Wu Arrow was naturally not aimed at the water, nor at the waves, but at the monsters that were attempting to stir up the waves.
The clear water was slowly dyed red.
The corpse of a flood serpent slowly floated up, lying in the sea of grass, as massive as a city wall.
A Wu Arrow was lodged between its eyes, deeply embedded in its feathers. Compared to the massive body of this flood serpent, this arrow seemed like a thin blade of grass.
However, it was this arrow that easily killed the Flood Serpent.
This was not the end, but the beginning.
In the next moment, the surface of the water began to fiercely tremble, countless splashes appearing everywhere, accompanied by heart-palpitating howls of anger. Several dozen massive shadows broke through the water, descending towards the pile of grass!
Each massive shadow was a flood serpent!
Each flood serpent's head seemed even larger than the pile of grass that Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng were on!
Several dozen flood serpents broke through the water, covering the sky as they descended, their momentum astonishing.
Compared to them, the bow-wielding girl atop the pile of grass seemed miniscule.
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The Flood Serpent was a very famous demonic beast on the continent because its skin could be used to make the highest grade of armor. From this, it could be seen that the flood serpent's defensive abilities were extremely strong. Its seemingly smooth and soft snakeskin was actually extremely tough. Not to mention normal weapons, even a normal Netherpassage cultivator would find it difficult to pierce through it.
Following the humans, demons, and demi-humans, these intelligent lifeforms that ruled over the Eastern Continent, the majority of the Flood Serpents now hid themselves in remote and desolate mountains. However, they were still infamous. Who would have thought that in the plains of the Garden of Zhou, there would be so many Flood Serpents? And these Flood Serpents were only a portion of the monsters in the plains!
It was no wonder that none of the Netherpassage Realm cultivators who had entered the grasslands in the past few centuries had been able to come out alive.
It was rumored that the Flood Serpent had the bloodline of the Dragon Clan, but they were restricted by the Dragon Clan. Their divine soul could never awaken, and they could only live in the water. Perhaps it was because of this reason that they hated the bloodline of the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan the most. This was probably why they were the first to attack Xu Yourong.
Dozens of flood serpents attacked. The entire sky seemed to be covered, and the light became dim.
Xu Yourong's quiver only had a dozen or so Wu Arrows. How could they deal with these powerful monsters?
This was a problem, but she very quickly resolved it. Since she did not have enough arrows, she would not use them.
Seeing the massive shadows that whistled through the air, her expression was calm. She once again drew her bow, but this time, there were no arrows on the bowstring.
Her movements were still steady and concise. There was nothing superfluous, and she did not waste a single shred of true essence or strength.
Every time she drew her bow, it was like a duplicate of the first time she drew her bow. There was no difference.
Except where the Tong Bow pointed.
Clang clang clang clang! The bowstring was plucked like a zither. It rang out, playing a monotonous yet unyielding music.
Countless white slashes left the bowstring and pierced through the air, landing on the bodies of those massive flood serpents.
The flood serpents were incomparably tough. Even Ethereal Opening cultivators could not cut through their outer skin, but upon contact with those white slashes, they began to split apart!
Those white slashes were like cracks in space, possessing the power to cut through everything!
In an instant, countless bloody wounds appeared on the bodies of those dozens of massive flood serpents. Snake blood rained down like a majestic rain. Within those wounds, one could see the twisted flesh, as well as the dense white bones. This scene was exceptionally bloody and terrifying.
The dozens of flood serpents were in extreme pain. Their upper halves were violently twisting in the air while their lower halves were stirring up massive waves in the water.
The turbid waves pierced through the air, followed closely by the most frenzied attacks of the wounded flood serpents.
Xu Yourong sat amidst the grass, her expression serene. She was not afraid, nor did she have any intention of dodging. However, the movement of her bowstring suddenly became even faster. Her right hand transformed into a blur, and it was impossible to clearly see her movements.
Clang clang clang clang! Hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of white slashes left the bowstring, scattering through the air around the pile of grass.
Those flood serpents simply had no way of approaching the pile of grass. They were cut into chunks the size of boulders. With a grinding sound, they were cut into countless chunks and then transformed into meteors that rained down from the sky.
Explosions rang out without end. The severed bodies of countless flood serpents created massive waves. Only after a long time did the surface of the water gradually calm down.
The surface of the water had long since been dyed red by the blood of the serpents. It was now gradually turning black and suffused with an unbearable stench, like cheap and inferior ink.
Several dozen massive flood serpents blotted out the sky. The heavily injured Xu Yourong seemed incapable of resisting and could only become food along with the sleeping Chen Changsheng. But who could have imagined that in her weakened state, she could casually pull the bowstring and transform these terrifying monsters into chunks of meat?
Of course, while her Tong Bow seemed to be drawn casually, it actually consumed an extreme amount of energy.
Moreover, this was still not the end.
The ink-like surface of the water began to tremble once more, creating even more ripples. The ripples crisscrossed everywhere, forming a complex and indescribable diagram.
Under the urging of the zither, the countless demon beasts hidden in the grassland continued to surge forward like a tide.
Xu Yourong glanced at Chen Changsheng, a hint of confusion and self-mockery appearing on her calm face.
She was confused about Chen Changsheng. She had clearly deduced from the Fated Star Plate that this person's life had come to an end, so why was he still alive? So much so that she could not easily leave. She was also confused about herself. She clearly knew that this youth from the Snow Mountain Sect would die, so why could she not abandon him? From last night until now, she could ignore him at any time, so why couldn't she?
Self-mockery was obviously directed at herself. She recalled that when she was a child in the capital, the Empress would often say that her heart was too soft, that this was not good. Later on, when she went to South Stream Temple, the Holy Maiden would often say that her heart was too hard, that this was not good. Then, was her heart soft or hard? Perhaps, this uncertainty and wavering was Nanke's way of saying that she was petty?
Just as she was thinking about these things, a sharp, ear-piercing sound came from the gloomy sky of the plains. She raised her head and saw several hundred demon vultures flying in her direction. This time, the sky had truly been completely obscured, leaving not a single crack. It was gloomy to an eerie degree, but at the same time, it made her eyes even calmer, so much so that they seemed somewhat indifferent.
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(Yes, there's still the third chapter today … but I don't know when it will be updated.)
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