Chapter 49: The Wind Valley
–The border between the Sea Region and the Storm Realm, the Wind Valley.
Mountain ranges stretched for hundreds of miles, fierce hurricanes raged, and the air swirled with chaotic spirit energy.
The reason the Sea Region and the Storm Realm couldn’t engage in large-scale war was due to the different types of spirit energy in their respective territories. Spirit Masters couldn’t replenish their spirit energy in enemy territory.
Only the Wind Valley, containing a mixture of wind and water spirit energy, served as the default battleground for both sides.
Beyond the Dead Sea, entry was forbidden.
Otherwise, if the terrain was damaged, neither side would benefit.
At this moment, a massive, deep blue whale rested within a crevice in a cliff, hidden from view.
This was a teleportation point established long ago by the Ice Shield Palace, unused due to its remote location.
A dozen women in Sea Concubine Palace uniforms gathered around the Sea Halberd Behemoth, quietly awaiting further instructions.
“This Saintess trial will be based on the number of tokens collected, determining the final four Saintess Candidates.”
“From now on, one member will depart every half hour. Until the last person leaves, no one is allowed to release their spirit energy, including the instructors.”
“If you encounter danger, you can seek help from members of the Ice Shield Palace or other Sea Region factions. This teleportation node will be removed soon. Do not return here.”
A Dead Sea Stage instructor spoke sternly, scanning the group with a serious expression.
There had been senior instructors escorting them, but they had remained in the secret realm, not following them out.
If anyone at the Dead Sea Stage or above entered the Wind Valley, they would be detected by defensive spirit techniques, exposing the surprise attack.
“…”
“That’s strange. What’s the point of these rules? Forbidding the release of spirit energy… is it to prevent spies from communicating?”
“I think there is a spy. Otherwise, how did the Storm Realm find us so quickly on Fallen Whale Island?”
“But is it really necessary to spend so much to activate the teleportation secret realm? Won’t they find out eventually anyway?”
“Yeah, even if we catch them off guard at first, it won’t cause them much damage, right?”
As the Sea Concubine Palace members chattered amongst themselves, the instructor called out, “First participant: Gong Lianyue!”
“…”
“…”
Everyone’s breath hitched as they stared at the blue-haired, teardrop-eyed girl.
Well, it wasn’t about whether it made sense anymore.
A Saint-rank entering the battlefield, while the enemy remained completely unaware… The casualties could be devastating.
And deliberately arranging her to be the first… this was clearly meant as revenge for the Storm Realm’s previous attack.
The blue-haired girl, her expression emotionless, radiated a chilling aura, seemingly indifferent to the upcoming trial.
Even if she crushed her enemies’ skulls into pulp, her cold face wouldn’t even flinch.
It was said that during the Fallen Whale Island incident, the Saintess had brutally slaughtered more than ten Wind Demon Palace Spirit Masters, the leader of the Eight-Headed Mist Crow meeting a gruesome end.
Killing was as easy as breathing for her…
They wondered what she would do this time…
Under their nervous gazes, Gong Lianyue stepped out of the crevice in the cliff.
“Whew~~~”
The fierce wind made it difficult for Gong Lianyue to breathe. This was the first time she had encountered such dense wind spirit energy. It felt… strangely violating.
However, the Wind Valley was quite fair. The wind and water spirit energy were almost balanced.
Gong Lianyue summoned the Nine-Colored Cloud Dream Flower and tucked it into her collar.
This way, although there would be a slight bulge, no one would suspect it was a spirit beast.
Poof!
A puff of pink mist, like a fart, escaped from her clothes.
Swept by the mist, Gong Lianyue’s blue hair and teardrop eyes transformed, replaced by silver hair and dull gray eyes.
Even her elegant, sea-blue Sea Concubine Palace uniform turned a lifeless black.
“Another clichéd token-collecting competition…”
The girl muttered softly, her figure gradually swallowed by the endless wind, vanishing without a trace.
Ten minutes after the Sea Concubine Palace’s arrival, on a hillside three kilometers away…
Their vision obscured by the swirling wind and sand, two women in black uniforms looked towards the blurry figure at the foot of the hill.
“Be careful, someone’s coming.”
The terrain of the Wind Valley was incredibly open, with almost no cover, but the wind and sand limited visibility to about ten meters.
It was difficult to distinguish friend from foe until they got closer.
After observing cautiously for a while, the two female Spirit Masters from the Storm Realm relaxed as the silver-haired girl came into view.
This little sister was quite pretty, with such a nice figure. Which faction did she belong to?
[Deep Sea]
Instantly, a wave of deep blue rippled outwards from the silver-haired girl, engulfing the two women.
Their expressions contorted in pain, their hands clutching their throats, their eyes bloodshot, as their bodies sank into the depths of the sea.
Without the Eight-Headed Mist Crow’s Fear suppression, the Cloud Dream Flower’s illusionary power was unleashed.
As the two women lost their ability to resist, a massive, ice-blue figure appeared, its jade pincers sweeping towards them with a ferocious aura.
Bang! Bang!
Two sickening splats. Like being hit by a speeding train, the two women were reduced to mangled piles of flesh and blood.
The Dual Soul Body, the combined high-rank power of the Iron Jade Ice Scorpion and the Nine-Colored Cloud Dream Flower—unstoppable.
The silver-haired girl calmly collected their tokens.
Shui Qinghou had warned her before she left that there was a spy among the Saintess selection participants.
Not a suspicion, but a certainty.
The Sea Concubine Palace’s aggressive stance was all a facade.
No one actually cared about the outcome of the Saintess selection. It was all for the Frost Snow Woman on the outskirts of the Wind Valley.
Therefore, the more ruthless she was, the less likely the enemy would notice their true objective.
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