Chapter 375: Chapter 375

375: Chapter 363: Lover’s Eye 375: Chapter 363: Lover’s Eye “Jing Sister?” Su Jing, hearing such an address for the first time, coldly glanced sideways at Li Jiujiu.

When it came to being the best at seeking one’s own death, Li Jiujiu was undoubtedly peerless.

Truly, she avoided mentioning fortunes and focused on bringing up topics that were equivalent to courting death.

Even Fang Geyu knew that Su Jing’s rabbit mask, treasured for two hundred years, never left her side and was never seen chipped or cracked.

Madam Li went down the mountains to offer support but ended up accidentally ruining someone’s mask.

Now, she’s bringing up old matters and teasing her about it without knowing whether she’s alive or dead.

She truly is the number one female warrior of Tianyao.

Fang Geyu held his forehead, unable to bear looking, simply unable to find a way to tell Li Jiujiu that the current Su Jing was not someone to be trifled with.

Li Jiujiu, completely oblivious, only felt a chill rising along her spine, frighteningly cold and unnerving.

Daring not to speak further, she simply commented that this woman’s temper was as unpredictable as the wind and rain in August, changeable in an instant.

“Uh…” The Ghost, his lips crazily gushing blood from a gaping wound dealt by the bone-splitting giant blade, his eyes filled with hatred and fierceness, laughed madly as if determined, and astonishingly did not flee, grabbing the bone-splitting blade that pierced through him.

His palms exerted strength!

A sinister and enduring force traveled along the blade, shaking it.

The woman’s hand, holding the blade, instantly burst into splatters of blood!

Everyone gasped in shock, but then the loose cultivator woman remained quiet and calm, holding the blade steadily, even pushing it further with force.

The Ghost’s expression turned fierce, and he tightened his grip on the blade, cracking it with a snap, and then forcefully stabbing the broken half towards his back.

The brow slightly raised outside the mask, the assassin born from the ranks of loose cultivators reacted extremely swiftly, with one leg slightly bending and taut, judging the situation and choosing not to linger in battle, ready to retreat.

From somewhere, a clear cough sounded.

The eyes of the loose cultivator female master flickered slightly, as if receiving some kind of command, the retreating leg firmly brought back, steadying her stance.

Allowing the broken blade in the Ghost’s hand to deeply stab into her abdomen.

Accompanied by a somewhat hoarse low shout, the broken blade in the Ghost’s chest and shoulder suddenly exerted force, lifting and cutting up, violently tearing open the wound from his chest to his shoulder.

The warm liquid of blood poured out profusely.

The Ghost’s shoulder slackened, his whole arm appearing to sway precariously.

After striking, the loose cultivator assassin then lightly tapped the ground with her toe, her body fleeting like smoke, and disappeared without a trace.

The crowd was dumbstruck, witnessing such a reckless fighting style for the first time.

Only Baili An noticed that the source of the recent clear cough came from a woman within the Wandao Immortal Alliance, donning the purple robe of an elder.

This woman was incomparably beautiful, her appearance so stunning that even the deep night could not diminish the charm and affection in her eyes.

This beautiful woman might be pleasing to the eye, but her way of conducting affairs made her rather unlikeable.

The injured loose cultivator assassin retreated to her side, her abdomen still oozing blood, looking both pitiful and miserable.

She remained silent as if accustomed to the pain and not feeling it at all.

Not treating her wound, she used her bloodied hands to readjust her hood, covering both her face and mask tightly.

She appeared like a solitary, introverted young beast.

The Wandao Immortal Alliance was known for its benevolence, yet the conduct of this young female elder was starkly contradictory.

The fresh blood splashing even onto her sleeves didn’t elicit a glance from her.

Someone from her alliance asked with concern: “Hong Zhuang…

With such a serious injury, do you need medicine or bandaging?”

The assassin named Hong Zhuang remained silent, her attitude just as cold, even towards her own sect members.

Those accustomed to her personality did not mind, glancing discontentedly at the female elder, uttering: “Elder Ning…”

It was then that Elder Ning slowly redirected her gaze from the Ghost, giving her a slight look and saying with a smile, “Well done.

The Ghost has reached the end of his strength.”

Despite the apparent perfunctory praise, the female assassin lifted her head, the only eye visible outside the mask deep and dark, giving Elder Ning a prolonged look before she hid behind a tree in the shadows to tend to her wounds.

After the assassin left, Elder Ning leisurely lifted her sleeve, her gaze filled with distaste as she looked at the bloodstain above.

The person from the alliance could only smile helplessly, puzzled by why the normally gentle and friendly Elder Ning was particularly harsh on Hong Zhuang, sometimes feeling as though Elder Ning merely treated her as a convenient weapon.

She wouldn’t mind whether her own sword was chipped or cracked.

“That’s the seventh elder of the Wandao Immortal Alliance, Ning Feiyan, at the Peak of the Chengling Realm, adept in the art of deception, specializing in spiritual power.

Have you seen her eyes?

They’re affectionate towards everyone, born with ‘loving eyes’, adept at winning people over and skilled in weaving through complexities.

While her strength isn’t the strongest among the Immortal Alliance elders, her reputation is indeed the most renowned,” Fang Geyu warned Baili An as he caught him looking at Elder Ning.

As soon as Fang Geyu finished speaking, Ning Feiyan noticed Baili An.

Simply because among everyone present, Baili An was the most handsome.

Her affectionate eyes suddenly sparkled, fluttering seductively at him, the invitation within utterly undisguised.

She showed more eagerness in her glance to a strange young man than to her own loyal subordinates.

Li Jiujiu rebuked, “How shameless this woman is!”

Baili An didn’t respond, retracting his gaze, and said, “This woman is not simple.”

“It’s not just a matter of being ‘not simple’,” Fang Geyu scoffed.

“The pampered courtesan raised by the Princess of the Great Qin Empire was cursed for a lifetime, stripped of royal ties.

Yet Elder Ning has a way with such things: naturally flirtatious and affectionate, but still able to make her admirers get along harmoniously, full of praises for her, completely devoted.

This is not something ordinary women can achieve.”

Baili An instructed, “If possible, try not to interact with her too much.”

There was something about this woman’s aura that felt subtly unsettling.

Fang Geyu sneered, “You should listen to your own advice.”

The battle raged on, nearing its end.

Under the siege of the crowd, the Ghost struggled to hold on.

Given the Ghost’s talents and years of cultivation, he should have been able to break through to the Soul Awakening Realm by overcoming tribulation.

However, he obstinately transferred half of his cultivation to the newly born Fierce Ghost, He Sha, thus only reaching the Chengling Realm.

Inside the desolate house, first to save He Sha, he expended a vast amount of Yin Power, then was wounded at the foundation by Yin Jade, and after being trapped in relentless battles, he inevitably could no longer persevere.

Determination blazed in the Ghost’s eyes.

At that moment, the small drum at his waist buzzed: “Stop pushing him!”

Ghost He Sha appeared at the crucial moment, drumming the blind drum with her hands, with a demonic sound emanating, her features bleeding.

It was unknown what price she paid, but it spurred a sudden surge of Yin Power, repelling all incoming attacks!

The Ghost’s complexion turned pale, the ruthlessness and determination in his eyes swiftly replaced by anxiety.