Category: The Saintess Has A Showdown

Chapter 131: The Legendary Being’s Slumbering Grounds

–Storm Realm, Gray Shadow Mountain
Atop the misty peak, a massive skeletal bird of prey folded its wings and landed, its sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.

The Withered Luan Eagle, the high-rank spirit beast sent by the Gray Citadel. Even Gong Lianyue was slightly intimidated by its appearance.

Over a kilometer long, with such a terrifying aura… even the Frost Snow Woman might not be a match for it…

A Samsara Stage spirit beast wasn’t something she could handle at her current level. The difference in power was too vast.

Even the Iron Jade Ice Scorpion, a high-rank spirit beast, was less than a hundred meters long. This Withered Luan Eagle, however, was like a small mountain, its breath alone strong enough to blow a person away.

“So this is Shui Qingyue…?”

“She really is at the Illumination Stage! Could she be using some kind of technique we can’t detect?”

“And she defeated the Bone Saintess?!”

As Gong Lianyue observed the eagle, the Saintesses from the Ten Citadels on its back were also observing her.

Silver hair was common in the Wind Realm. Although her face was beautiful, her figure was… lacking. She had no unusual markings or features, appearing quite ordinary.

And yet, this ordinary girl had defeated the Bone Saintess!

As they speculated, the silver-haired girl climbed onto the Withered Luan Eagle’s back, joining them.

Gong Lianyue calmly surveyed the group, her expression unchanged, but her dull eyes radiated a clear disdain.

She didn’t speak, didn’t even greet them, clearly looking down on them.

Just then, a flicker of surprise appeared in the girl’s dull eyes as she stared at the green-haired maid.

So that was it! The others exchanged knowing glances. This Shui Qingyue was a pervert!

She stared at the green-haired maid for a long time, until the short-haired girl beside her, the Gray Shadow Mountain Saintess, glared at her with undisguised hostility. Only then did she look away, pretending to be nonchalant.

Luo Kuxin, the Wrathful Saintess…

Gong Lianyue’s heart pounded as she sat down.

Although her appearance was masked by the little fox’s pollen, the teardrops in her eyes spun rapidly, as if taking measurements.

This green-haired maid was definitely Luo Kuxin, though her appearance was drastically different.

Compared to when they had met in the Wind Valley, her beauty had increased by a factor of 7.451, her figure by 2.39, and her… lewdness by 3.522. She could practically be sworn sisters with Bai He.

Wait, recalling the Wrathful Saintess’s message, the one accompanying the Gray Shadow Mountain Saintess should be clone number 217.

“Why do you look different from your original body?”

Curious, Gong Lianyue sent a message via Tidal Wave.

A few seconds later, she received a faint reply from the green-haired maid.

“The clone you saw fighting the Swallow God was just a Nameless. The one in the Wind Valley was number 225. You’ve never seen my original body.”

“Also, not to brag, but this number 217, although not the strongest, is definitely among the top in terms of both looks and figure!!”

“By the way, ‘Nameless’ refers to the glowing figures after number 999, without physical bodies.”

So that was it…

Gong Lianyue finally understood.

No wonder this version of the Wrathful Saintess seemed so… alluring. Each of her clones had a different personality, figure, and appearance.

And she had over a thousand clones, each with its own independent consciousness.

A chilling thought crossed Gong Lianyue’s mind. Did this mean the Wrathful Saintess had only revealed a fraction of her true power…?

The Withered Luan Eagle, its skeletal wings flapping, soared through the clouds. No one on its back spoke.

Although from the same Ten Citadels, they were still competitors.

Unless facing an external enemy, there was no common ground between them.

After several hours of tense silence, they finally reached their destination.

A dark, ominous-looking mountain range, shrouded in black clouds, appeared below.

The Hibernating Sun’s slumbering grounds—the Yin Tomb!!!

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A deathly silence hung over the Yin Tomb, the constant howling wind of the Storm Realm nowhere to be found.

Deep chasms, like scars from ancient battles, crisscrossed the landscape.

Broken weapons and shattered blades littered the mountainside, resembling a forgotten battlefield, not the resting place of a legendary being.

At the four cardinal directions of this battlefield stood four massive, dark thrones, sealing off the entrance.

Bang!

Carrying the small figures on its back, the Withered Luan Eagle landed abruptly in the center of the battlefield, creating a powerful gust of wind.

It glanced nervously at the shadowy figure on the northern throne, then shook its body, urging the women to get off.

As the Saintesses from the Ten Citadels jumped down, their expressions tense, the Withered Luan Eagle quickly flew away.

Landing on the ground, Gong Lianyue calmly surveyed her surroundings, sensing numerous hostile gazes, as if asking, “What are you looking at?”

Unfazed, she lowered her gaze and followed the other Saintesses, reaching the area designated for the Ten Citadels.

The factions that had arrived earlier had already claimed their respective territories. The nine major powers of the Storm Realm occupied the highest points, while the subsidiary forces remained below.

The Shadowcandle Temple, the Wind Demon Palace, the Firefly Palace, the Earth’s End Palace, the Gray Citadel…

“Tsk!”

Gong Lianyue glanced towards the Gray Citadel, abandoning the idea of returning the Swallow God early.

The distance between the subsidiary Saintesses and the Gray Citadel was vast, practically spanning the entire mountain range. She wondered if the Wind Realm’s Four Guardians had deliberately arranged it this way.

If she moved around or drew attention to herself, she would surely arouse suspicion, perhaps even exposing her identity.

Just then, the Saintesses beside her suddenly began to chatter excitedly.

“Holy shit, that’s the Phoenix Immortal Saintess of the Firefly Palace! My idol!!!”

“And the Nether Diagram Saintess of the Wind Demon Palace is here too.”

“Wait, where’s our invincible Swallow God from the Gray Citadel? Haven’t they finished negotiating with the Sea Region yet!?”

Looking towards the Gray Citadel’s area, unable to find the Swallow God, the Saintesses from the Gray Citadel’s subsidiary forces began to panic.

He Daoqi, the Swallow God, hadn’t been ransomed yet. If they encountered another faction, without their strongest fighter, they would be slaughtered…

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Chapter 132: Romancing a Legendary Being

–Storm Realm, Yin Tomb

The mountains surrounding the Yin Tomb were divided into three levels. The highest level housed the nine major powers, the middle level held the subsidiary forces, and at the bottom, like stars orbiting the moon, was the most prominent area, the heart of the battlefield.

Hidden in the shadows of the middle level, Gong Lianyue waited patiently.

A hundred years had passed since the Wind Realm Overlord last awakened. The new generation of Spirit Masters knew nothing about the specific procedures. Even inquiries had yielded no information. They were completely in the dark.

Regardless, this was her only chance to safely infiltrate the Gray Citadel. She had to try…

She wasn’t planning anything dramatic, only hoping to survive the Overlord’s birthday celebration.

“The strongest in the Wind Realm this time is probably the Phoenix Immortal Saintess of the Firefly Palace, followed by the Swallow God of the Gray Citadel and the Wicked Garden Saintess of the Blacklight Tower.”

“The Nether Diagram Saintess of the Wind Demon Palace is also quite strong, though she doesn’t have a Saint-rank spirit beast.”

“The Shadowcandle Temple and the Gray Citadel are sworn enemies. Although they’re close to the Windchaser Emperor, their current Saintess is… lacking. I heard she was once beaten so badly by He Daoqi that she called her ‘Grandma,’ almost losing her Saintess title!”

“Sigh, if only the Swallow God were here. At least we would have some reassurance.”

Hearing their enthusiastic chatter, Gong Lianyue’s eyes darted around.

That Swallow God… unexpectedly popular.

The other Saintesses had titles, but only He Daoqi was known by her spirit beast’s name. How strange.

Ding-dong!

Suddenly, a bell rang.

All other sounds in the mountain range vanished, a silent wave washing over everything, leaving an eerie stillness.

Only the strange, ethereal bell sound lingered, a soft, gentle chime that seemed to pull one into the abyss, their thoughts drifting.

Ding-dong!

Another chime, snapping them back to reality, their gazes drawn to the center of the battlefield.

A beautiful woman in a dark, shroud-like robe stood there, radiating a terrifying, oppressive aura.

Her skin was as pale as snow, her nails painted black, her long black hair cascading down in waves. She was so beautiful, she seemed almost inhuman.

In fact, she wasn’t human.

The Nether Bell Maiden, one of the Wind Realm’s Four Guardians, a Saint-rank spirit beast!

Realizing this, Gong Lianyue’s clothes were instantly soaked in cold sweat, her dull eyes constricting.

She had been lost in thought when the bell rang.

Terrifying. This Nether Bell Maiden could actually disrupt a Spirit Master’s consciousness…

It was said that when the Nether Bell Maiden’s bell chimed, your soul was dragged into the abyss, never to return.

If she hadn’t deliberately withdrawn her aura, half the Spirit Masters present would have collapsed.

Gong Lianyue noticed the horrified expressions on the others’ faces. She wasn’t the only one who felt this way.

In the center of the valley, the Nether Bell Maiden looked down at the ground, lost in thought, her voice echoing directly in everyone’s minds.

[The Hibernating Sun’s birthday celebration has officially begun.]

[Regardless of age, status, or cultivation level, all Spirit Masters present may freely choose their opponents for duels. There are no rewards for victory or defeat.]

[Time limit: three days.]

[After three days, the Hibernating Sun will awaken and choose a Spirit Master as its attendant for a ten-year term.]

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“…”

“Aaaaaaaaaah!!!!!”

“Aaaaaaaaaah!!!!”

After half a minute of silence, the valley erupted in excited screams and cheers.

The sound echoed like a tidal wave, as if they had stumbled into a monkey enclosure at the zoo.

Looking at the shrieking, hysterical Saintesses, Gong Lianyue was bewildered. What was going on?

The green-haired maid poked her and whispered, “This means the Spirit Master chosen by the Hibernating Sun can be its companion for ten years!”

“A hundred years of slumber, ten years of activity. That’s where the name ‘Hibernating Sun’ comes from.”

“The previous attendant was the current Sword Emperor of the Firefly Palace, the Sea Region’s greatest enemy!!”

“But I heard the Hibernating Sun is a wild spirit beast,” Gong Lianyue said, her voice filled with shock and confusion.

“Yes, it’s not a formal contract, just a verbal agreement!”

Gong Lianyue finally understood the reason for the Saintesses’ sudden excitement. This was like a chance to date a celebrity.

Sleeping together, bathing together, eating together, traveling the world together, and then falling in love. A dream come true.

“Do we have a chance of being chosen?” Even Gong Lianyue felt a flicker of excitement.

“Of course not! Can you imagine dating someone with body odor?”

“We don’t have any wind-attribute spirit energy. We would disgust the Overlord~~~”

“…”
“…”

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Meanwhile, in the distance, the Gray Shadow Mountain Saintess watched as the green-haired maid and Shui Qingyue whispered to each other, her face twisting in a jealous rage.

She suppressed her anger and turned towards the center of the battlefield.

This was the Overlord’s birthday celebration. She couldn’t cause a scene. She would find an opportunity to kill Shui Qingyue later, on their way back.

Now, she had more important things to do!

[The celebration has officially begun. Please choose your opponents.]

“I challenge the Phoenix Immortal Saintess of the Firefly Palace!!!!”

The moment the Nether Bell Maiden finished speaking, the Gray Shadow Mountain Saintess shouted, leaping down from the mountain.

Seeing this, many regretted not acting faster, pounding their chests in frustration.

It seemed this Gray Shadow Mountain Saintess understood the essence of reality TV competitions. Strength and beauty weren’t everything. Leaving a strong first impression on the judges and the audience was crucial.

And here, the Overlord was the judge.

Although she was no match for the Phoenix Immortal Saintess, what if her courage and determination impressed the Overlord…?

“Free-for-all duels? That’s good for us~~~”

Understanding the rules, Gong Lianyue breathed a sigh of relief.

She could easily blend in and survive this. She might even be able to sneak into the Gray Citadel’s group, exchange the Swallow God, and then return safely to the Sea Region. Perfect!

However, she couldn’t shake the feeling that a woman from the Shadowcandle Temple kept glancing at her, a strange look in her eyes.

Could it be that Saintess who had been beaten by the Swallow God and forced to call her “Grandma”?

What, with the Swallow God gone, she wanted to take it out on the Ten Citadels?

Chapter 129: Gong Lianyue Rises!!!

Within the Storm Realm, in Gray Shadow Mountain, a subsidiary force of the Gray Citadel…

The Bone Saintess’s Bone Hall had been obliterated in an instant, the rescue team arriving too late to even see what had happened.

In mere seconds, dust settled.

Not only was the hall reduced to rubble, but every Spirit Master within had also perished, not a single body or even a fragment recovered after days of searching.

The Bone Saintess, barely clinging to life, remained unconscious, definitely missing the Wind Realm Overlord’s birthday celebration.

Her grand ambitions of defeating Luo Kuxin and humiliating Gong Lianyue would never be realized.

With the Bone Saintess out of the picture, Gong Lianyue rose to power!

A heavy, oppressive atmosphere hung over Gray Shadow Mountain. Laughter and chatter vanished, replaced by a somber silence.

Shui Qingyue had returned…

Not only had she not been sent to the mines, but she had also… killed the Saintess.

It was said that a senior instructor, ignoring public opinion and common sense, had even taken her as a disciple, indicating that Shui Qingyue’s importance now superseded even the will of the people.

Ah, good people die young, while evil lives for a thousand years!

The day of the Overlord’s birthday celebration drew closer.

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In the elegant courtyard of a senior instructor’s residence…

The silver-haired girl lounged on a wicker chair, her posture graceful and relaxed.

Beside her, a woman in a long dress stood nervously, her body trembling, her expression filled with fear.

This was Feng Wan, the instructor who had summoned the Storm True Eye and uncovered the truth.

She had thought she had escaped, but the very next day, she had been dragged back into hell.

Shui Qingyue had personally come to her, asking to become her disciple. Feng Wan had immediately agreed, not daring to hesitate.

Now, Shui Qingyue was the disciple, and she was the teacher.

Shui Qingyue rested, she fanned her.

Shui Qingyue was hungry, she cooked for her.

Shui Qingyue finished eating, she cleaned up.

Shui Qingyue slept on the bed, she slept on the floor.

Any disobedience would be met with… forceful persuasion.

“Teacher, I’m hungry.”

“Yes!” Hearing the girl’s voice, Feng Wan nodded meekly and hurried into the kitchen to prepare a meal.

If one didn’t know better, they would think they were master and servant.

Gong Lianyue had made herself at home, treating the Gray Shadow Mountain instructor like a servant, ordering her around, a complete usurpation.

Watching Feng Wan disappear into the kitchen, the silver-haired girl turned towards a nearby bush.

“Come out. We’re alone now.”

Thud!

A small, green sprout emerged from the bush, its color a perfect camouflage.

The sprout’s leaves swayed and twisted as it bounced towards her, wobbling unsteadily like a roly-poly toy, a comical sight.

Reaching the girl’s feet, it collapsed, panting, covered in beads of sweat.

Finding it rather endearing, Gong Lianyue picked up the little sprout.

Holding it closer, she noticed a small parchment hidden among its leaves, the reason for its unsteady gait.

The Wrathful Saintess was truly persistent, able to find her wherever she went…

Had she planted seeds in every faction in the Wind Realm?

Gong Lianyue unfurled the parchment, revealing several lines of crooked handwriting.

[This is clone number 225 of the Wrathful Saintess. We entered the Wind Valley together. When you see this, I will have been captured by the Windchaser Emperor and am currently being subjected to unspeakable horrors in the Shadowcandle Temple. I had a chance to escape, but the Shadowcandle Temple Saintess’s figure… it was my weakness. I succumbed to temptation and was captured again. Don’t count on me this time. Be wary of the Wind Realm’s Four Guardians.]

[This is clone number 217 of the Wrathful Saintess. I am now a maid to the Saintess of Gray “Slave” Mountain, one of the Ten Citadels. I will be attending the Overlord’s birthday celebration.]

[This is clone number 195 of the Wrathful Saintess. I accidentally got pregnant. I’m out this time.]

[This is clone number 130 of the Wrathful Saintess. I will soon be dueling the Saintess of the Wind Demon Palace. If I die, avenge me!!]

[This is clone number 112 of the Wrathful Saintess. The Nether Bell Maiden has awakened. Such a terrifying aura…]

[This is clone number 107 of the Wrathful Saintess. I am invincible! Currently on my way to the birthday celebration.]

[This is clone number 99 of the Wrathful Saintess. I’m at the Ice Shield Palace, ready to unleash my Seven-Foot Sword for you.]

[This is the Wrathful Saintess. Let’s meet at the birthday celebration.]

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“…”

After reading the message, Gong Lianyue remained silent for a full three minutes.

Although some of the messages were… strange, this woman was unexpectedly reliable, having infiltrated several key locations with her clones.

And from this information, Gong Lianyue deduced that the Wind Realm factions wouldn’t attack them, at least not openly.

The only unpredictable factor was the Windchaser Emperor, one of the Wind Realm’s Four Guardians…

The Shadowcandle Temple and the Windchaser Emperor were close. They might cause trouble before the Wind Realm Overlord awakened. Even reaching the celebration didn’t guarantee their safety.

“Um… dinner is ready,” a timid voice called from the doorway.

Gong Lianyue nodded, then rolled the parchment and the sprout together and swallowed them, destroying all evidence.

The Wrathful Saintess’s message eased her anxiety slightly. She wasn’t alone in this Wind Realm suicide mission.

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“Teacher, I want to attend the Overlord’s birthday celebration. Recommend me to the higher-ups.”

Sitting at the dinner table, Gong Lianyue spoke in a demanding tone, treating the woman like a servant.

But this was her way of showing respect. She had always treated Shui Qinghou the same way. It was a habit.

Seeing their meek and subservient behavior, she couldn’t help but want to bully them, preferably to the point of tears.

Hearing her request, Feng Wan’s breath hitched, her suspicions confirmed, and she felt a wave of despair.

If the girl were just an ordinary spy, she could simply report her and be rescued. A group of Samsara Stage experts would come and eliminate her.

But this silver-haired girl was the Sorrowful Saintess. Even if her identity was exposed, Gray Shadow Mountain wouldn’t dare to touch her…

“Um… actually, the Gray Shadow Mountain Master has already decided to include you as one of the candidates.”

“If nothing unexpected happens, even if you’re not an official guest, you will be allowed to attend.”

Feng Wan’s voice was low and anxious.

No one could stop the Sorrowful Saintess from attending the Wind Realm Overlord’s birthday celebration. What happened next was up to fate. She just hoped Gray Shadow Mountain wouldn’t be implicated.

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Chapter 130: Rumors of Shui Qingyue

The Ten Citadels, as subsidiary forces of the Gray Citadel, enjoyed high status and prestige within the Wind Realm. Even lone Nether Traverse Stage experts had to tread carefully around them.

When a Spirit Master from the Ten Citadels reached the Samsara Stage, they would typically join the Gray Citadel for better resources and opportunities.

This meant that the Ten Citadels lacked truly decisive powerhouses. They were essentially branch offices of the Gray Citadel…

The Saintesses of the Ten Citadels constantly competed fiercely for a spot in the Gray Citadel, and this year’s selection was especially important.

The unprecedented birthday celebration of the Overlord… their performance here would practically determine their future prospects.

Would they soar to new heights, or be utterly humiliated?

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High above the Storm Realm, in the churning sea of clouds…

Swirling winds, dust and debris filling the air.

Whoosh!

A massive shadow streaked across the sky, a blur of motion, a sonic boom echoing.

A skeletal dragon with tattered wings, flapping its paper-thin wings, soared through the air.

Its head was that of a ferocious dragon, but its skeletal body resembled a bird, a strange hybrid.

The streamlined body of the dragon-eagle beast, over a kilometer long, churned the clouds, its terrifying aura shaking the heavens.

A high-rank spirit beast, the Withered Luan Eagle.

Judging by its size and aura, this beast was at least at the Sixth Full Cycle of the Samsara Stage, perhaps even at the Nether Traverse Stage.

If anyone had vision that extended for thousands of meters, they would see several tiny figures on the back of this terrifying beast.

“Wow, my first time seeing a Sixth Full Cycle spirit beast! And I’m riding it! The Gray Citadel is amazing!!!”

A girl, her body wrapped in white bandages, shrieked excitedly, oblivious to the fact that her bandages were almost being blown away by the wind, her sense of shame nonexistent.

When a Spirit Master’s soul core was completely filled with the stagnant energy of the Dead Sea Stage, the wheel of their soul would begin to turn, marking their entry into the Samsara Stage.

One cycle, two cycles, three cycles, four cycles, five cycles, until the final, sixth full cycle.

On Fallen Whale Island, the two senior instructors from the Sea Concubine Palace had been suppressed by the Dead Sea Stage Eight-Headed Mist Crow with the Fear talent.

In the Wind Valley, the guardian spirit beast, the Mist Soaring Cloud Strider, had been able to fight the Tyrant Demon Seed head-on, even gaining the upper hand.

This was the difference between the cycles of the Samsara Stage. Each cycle was a world of difference, a significant leap in both spirit energy and aura.

Besides the Nether Traverse Stage, the Sixth Full Cycle represented the limit for ordinary Spirit Masters. These village girls from the Ten Citadels had naturally never seen such power.

Today, escorted by a spirit beast specially dispatched by the Gray Citadel to attend the birthday celebration, they were finally witnessing it firsthand.

“When will we see the Wind Realm Overlord? Are we going in the right direction?”

“Of course not, idiot. We still have to pick up the Bone Saintess from Gray Shadow Mountain. We’re taking a detour.”

“Ah, that annoying woman!”

“Wait, didn’t you know? The Bone Saintess is gone…?”

As the last girl finished speaking, the other Saintesses’ expressions turned strange, and they looked at her in disbelief.

How could the Bone Saintess be “gone”? Her supposedly hidden, high-rank spirit beast, the Giant Bone King, was among the top three in the Ten Citadels.

Even within the Gray Citadel, she would be considered an elite member. How could she be gone without a trace?

The girl who had spoken wasn’t a Saintess, but a green-haired maid in a fishnet stocking outfit.

Her green hair marked her as a lowborn, mixed-blood hybrid, her ample bosom bearing a weight beyond her years.

A new toy for the Gray “Slave” Mountain Saintess…?

Although it was disrespectful for a mere servant to speak out of turn, the Saintesses present wisely chose not to make a fuss.

The adoring gaze the Gray Shadow Mountain Saintess directed at the green-haired girl spoke volumes. Bringing her along to such an important event… she must be completely infatuated, unwilling to tolerate any criticism.

The Gray Shadow Mountain Saintess’s spirit beast was on a completely different level from the others. No one wanted to offend her.

“The Bone Saintess is gone? What happened?”

Driven by curiosity, one of the Saintesses asked, suppressing her annoyance.

Such a tease, making them ask.

The green-haired maid smiled, a captivating smile that stunned the others.

The natives of the Wind Realm, who didn’t even know how to properly style their hair, had never seen such beauty. No wonder the Gray Shadow Mountain Saintess was so smitten.

“The Bone Saintess has been replaced by a new disciple who arrived less than half a month ago.”

“Shui Qingyue, an Illumination Stage Spirit Master, her known spirit beast is the Silverblade Fox, her hidden spirit beast unknown.”

“She’s short-tempered, unreasonable, and prone to violence, threatening to have anyone who offends her sent to the spirit crystal mines by her senior instructor.”

“After a conflict, the Bone Hall was destroyed overnight, and the Bone Saintess, her fate unknown, was also sent to the mines.”

“…”

After listening to the maid’s smug, gossip-filled explanation, the others fell silent.

Such a… colorful character, but clearly not very bright.

Putting aside the fact that someone “dead or alive” couldn’t be sent to the mines, how could an Illumination Stage Spirit Master defeat a Dead Sea Stage one? Unless she was a Saint-rank…

And a mere maid, knowing things even they, the Saintesses, didn’t… It must be a baseless rumor.

“We’re here!”

Just then, a misty mountain range appeared below, and the Withered Luan Eagle began to descend.

They had finally arrived at Gray Shadow Mountain, home of Shui Qingyue!

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Gray Shadow Mountain

Two Tyrant Blood Pills, fifteen Life Fruits, over forty stalks of Moonlight Grass, and, most importantly, one Dual Soul Pill. This was Gong Lianyue’s current inventory.

Before discovering the Moonlight Grass’s effect, she had been consuming one Life Fruit per day to maintain her water spirit energy in the Wind Realm.

Now, with the Void Moon Stone allowing her to directly absorb Moonlight Grass, the Life Fruits were no longer necessary, all reserved for the little fox.

As the silver-haired girl was taking stock of her resources, Senior Instructor Feng Wan rushed in.

“The spirit beast sent by the Gray Citadel is here to pick you up!!!”

“I see.”

Gong Lianyue replied calmly, a layer of frost covering her skin, suppressing her spirit energy to a minimum.

Masked by the Frost Snow Woman’s Saint-rank aura, no one below the Nether Traverse Stage could detect her true cultivation level.

The other Saintesses from the Ten Citadels should be here.

A bunch of small fries, easy pickings…