61 Rampaging Loli
Wen Canglan slowly withdrew his Mystic Power, looked at Yan Zhen lying on the ground, and said coldly, “You can’t even withstand a casual palm strike from me. You’re not worthy of entering that building. Stay away from her—”
Before he could finish, a ball of pure violet flame descended from the sky and landed before him.
Wen Canglan’s expression turned serious. He quickly leaped back several steps and saw the breathtakingly beautiful Purple-Clad Goddess land gracefully, her gaze icy as she stared at him.
“Senior Wen, you’ve gone too far,” Zi Xunyi—or rather, her spiritual avatar—scolded coldly. “Yan Zhen is only a four-star Mystic Master, while you’re a nine-star Mystic General. Not only did you sneak attack him, but you also forced him to take your attack head-on.”
Wen Canglan’s expression shifted, and he quickly said, “Junior Sister Xunyi, let me explain. I just—”
“I heard and saw everything. There’s nothing to explain.” Zi Xunyi’s expression showed that she had seen through him. “And don’t call me by my name. We’re not that close.”
“Xun… Junior Sister Zi Ji!”
“Aren’t you leaving? If the Grand Elder finds out you came here and injured her newly accepted disciple, even you won’t get away with it.”
Zi Xunyi ignored him, turned to Yan Zhen, gracefully knelt beside him, and checked his injuries.
Yan Zhen’s chest was covered in a layer of crystal, his arms scratched and bleeding from the shattered crystal shards. His handsome face was pale, and blood, shimmering with crystalline fragments, trickled from the corner of his lips.
Clearly, the force from the Crystallization Palm had penetrated his body. If it wasn’t neutralized quickly, his life would be in danger.
This Wen Canglan, attacking so ruthlessly! She had thought he was a decent person!
“Yan Zhen, how are you?”
Yan Zhen forced a weak smile, his lips stained with blood. “It’s just a minor injury. Don’t wor—cough!”
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, filled with crystal fragments. His aura weakened, his eyes closed, and he lost consciousness.
“Yan Zhen!”
Zi Xunyi was startled. She immediately channeled her Mystic Power into Yan Zhen’s body, trying to neutralize the Crystallization Palm’s energy.
“Wen Canglan, if anything happens to him, I won’t forgive you!”
Wen Canglan’s face paled. Except for that one time he got too close and was sent flying by a single palm strike, Zi Xunyi had always been polite to him, never speaking so harshly.
For Yan Zhen, she had actually scolded him like this. He didn’t believe that Yan Zhen could win Zi Xunyi’s heart so quickly. The only explanation was that they already knew each other.
And their relationship was likely more than just romantic; perhaps they were just friends.
—Crap, I acted too impulsively!
Wen Canglan had only come to check on the situation. Seeing Yan Zhen emerge from Zi Xunyi’s building, he had lost his head.
No man had ever entered the cliffside building before. Yan Zhen was probably the first. But if they were already acquainted, it wasn’t so strange.
Wen Canglan was filled with regret. “Wait, Zi Ji, I didn’t intend to injure him severely. I heard he defeated an expert on the Rising Star List, so I treated him like an ordinary Mystic General. I only used fifty percent of my strength. I didn’t expect him to be so weak.”
Zi Xunyi said coldly, “If you suppressed your cultivation to four-star Mystic Master, I could cripple you with ten percent of my strength, let alone fifty!”
“I—”
As Wen Canglan tried to explain, a deafening roar echoed through the night sky, a sound that shook their very souls.
It was a dragon’s roar!
Accompanied by the roar, a bright pink light surged from the Grand Elder’s residence not far away and shot towards them at a speed Wen Canglan could barely register. This was… Mystic King realm!
—Is it an instructor, or…?
Just as the thought crossed his mind, the pink light arrived before him, and he saw the figure within.
A cherry-blossom pink-haired loli, with small, fleshy horns on her forehead, her small hand formed into a delicate fist, striking towards him.
She looked harmless, even cute, yet Wen Canglan felt a sense of immense danger. He crossed his arms, forming three layers of crystalline shields.
Bang!
The three layers of crystal shields, strong enough to withstand an attack from a Mystic King, shattered like glass under the little girl’s punch.
The force of the blow struck Wen Canglan’s arms, the sound of cracking bones echoing as he was sent flying, crashing into a tree.
Long Ying landed steadily, her small eyebrows furrowed in anger. “I won’t allow anyone to harm him! No one!”
Her tone was filled with a fierce protectiveness.
Wen Canglan was shocked. He had never seen this little girl before, yet she possessed Mystic King level cultivation.
Seeing the pink-haired loli approaching menacingly, Wen Canglan’s heart pounded, the pain in his arms a constant reminder that he was no match for her.
However, just then, several powerful auras surged into the sky, converging on their location.
Mystic Kings, Mystic Lords… It was the instructors and elders living nearby.
They had sensed the battle and come to investigate.
Long Ying immediately leaped towards Wen Canglan, her small fist raised.
“Instructor!”
Wen Canglan, drenched in cold sweat, cried out. Two Mystic King realm instructors appeared beside him and tried to block Long Ying’s attack, but they were sent flying by her monstrous strength, crashing into the forest.
—So strong?
Wen Canglan’s eyes narrowed. Then he shouted, “Elder!”
An elder at the Mystic Lord realm appeared, using the power of heaven and earth to form a barrier, finally stopping Long Ying.
“Little girl, who are you? I’ve never seen you before.”
Long Ying, enraged, was about to attack again when Zi Xunyi called out, “Little Long Ying, come back.”
—If the fight continued, things would get out of hand.
Long Ying ignored her, her anger intensifying, her aura surging, her Mystic Power forming a massive dragon silhouette around her. Then, Yan Zhen’s weak voice echoed, “Long Ying, stop. Come back…”
Long Ying paused, then slowly dispersed the dragon aura and, without hesitation, turned and rushed to Yan Zhen’s side, who had just regained consciousness. “Zhenzhen, are you alright?”
“I… cough, cough…”
Yan Zhen coughed up blood. This wasn’t an act. He had taken too much of the palm strike’s force and was seriously injured.
This was a loss!
—Damn you, Wen Canglan! Just wait until I finish forging my sword!
“Don’t talk, Yan Zhen. There’s too much of the palm’s energy within you. I can’t dispel it all at once. Come back to my place—Long Ying, let’s go.”
Zi Xunyi, ignoring social conventions, lifted him into her arms, then leaped into the air and flew towards the cliffside building.
Long Ying followed closely.
Watching them leave, Wen Canglan felt a deep emptiness, then he punched the tree behind him in frustration.
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