This young girl was called Luoheng, but her nickname was Luoluo. This was because ever since she was very young, she had a habit of adding a few words before her sentences. For example, when she was calling at the goshawk to land on her little hand or when she was calling for the enormous crocodile in the river to quickly take her to the other side, she would always say, "Lah lah, faster!"
Luoluo was fourteen this year, still very young. For certain reasons, her appearance and figure seemed somewhat younger than her actual age, charmingly childish. Just like her innocent appearance, from the moment she was born, she enjoyed riches, glory, and status, living a carefree life without any worries. This was still the case, even after leaving her homeland for the faraway capital.
She had already lived in the Hundred Herb Garden for almost a year. She rarely had contact with the outside world, so it was hard for her to not feel somewhat lonely.
She didn't much care about this, because the only thing she cared about was how to cultivate—in the aspect of cultivation, she had a few problems that she had been unable to resolve. Even her seemingly omnipotent father had been unable to resolve them, resulting in her journey of over a thousand li to the capital.
She had concealed her identity and attended classes in the Heavenly Dao Academy and Star Seizer Academy, even consulting those brilliant instructors in private. She had even discussed related problems with the Guardians of the Imperial Palace. Regretfully, those problems continued to have no solution.
In her hour of deepest despair, she suddenly sensed one night that a star in the depths of the night sky had been lit up. She did not know where this star was, but she knew that the spiritual sense that had lit was very powerful, very serene. Moreover, there was clearly something different about this spiritual sense compared to those sent out by normal human cultivators. That she could sense all of this was purely because of her innate gift, so upon confirming that everything she sensed had been real, she wanted to find that person.
She wanted to place those questions that had perplexed her for so many years before that person, hoping that she would be able to get an answer.
But quite a few days had passed, and she had still not been able to find that person. Those subordinates she had dispatched, and even the Guardians and experts of the Imperial Palace assisting her, had not been able to find a single clue, which made her grow even more depressed.
Luoluo's mood was rather downcast, the expensive tea in the cup unable to attract any of her attention. In normal times, how could someone as skilled in the tea ceremony as her treat such fragrant and delightful tea with such disregard? How could she perform such an unreasonable action?
At this moment, she smelled an aroma.
Luoluo widened her eyes, her body growing somewhat stiff.
This was a very faint aroma, but upon entering her nose, it instantly bloomed, becoming extremely distinct, enchanting her like a bottle of fine wine. The Hundred Herb Garden contained countless rare treasures and strange fruits which produced all sorts of scents in the night, yet none of them could suppress this aroma!
When she was small, the valley she lived in was filled with wildflowers. Even in the early summer when the sun was beginning to rise and all those wildflowers bloomed at the same time, not even that aroma was this fragrant!
She was even willing to swear an oath to the profuse stars in the sky that she had never smelled something so good in all her life.
But this aroma was still so faint.
What sort of aroma was this? Where did this aroma come from?
As Luoluo thought of these things, she abruptly realized that the aroma had vanished. In but an instant, that aroma had drifted away, leaving not a single trace behind. She felt lost and disappointed, as if she had missed out on something very important in her life.
She walked several dozen steps west along the wall, towards the place where flowers were blossoming amidst the ivy. She realized that the aroma was not coming from here and inadvertently turned her gaze to the wall overgrown with ivy. She faintly sensed that the aroma had come from the other side of the wall.
What was on the other side of the wall? Apparently it was the abandoned Orthodox Academy. Ever since she took up residence in the Hundred Herb Garden, that side had always been quiet and noiseless, just like a graveyard. However, from a certain day onwards, it began to grow livelier, as if something was going on over there.
Did she want to go over and see?
She had this vague feeling that this aroma was somehow connected to the person that she had been searching for.
The hand in Luoluo's broad sleeve slightly tightened, her emotions growing rather tense. Without turning around, she looked out of the corner of her eyes into the darkness.
The light emitted by the oil lamp behind that hanging basket of flowers fell into the darkness, seeming to deform somewhat before disappearing.
This meant that there was someone there, perhaps some powerful existence.
She knew who those people were. They were the clansmen responsible for protecting her. At the same time, however, they were also the clansmen that limited her activities. Every time she wanted to go to the Heavenly Dao Academy or Star Seizer Academy, she would require a long period of preparation, and they would certainly not let her depart so late in the night.
Luoluo gazed at her shadow on the wall and felt herself very useless, very cowardly.
She suddenly began to giggle, shook her head, plucked a button from her left lapel, and then opened her palm.
This perfectly round button, ground from a rhinoceros horn, fell from her small hand to the floor.
There was a light clap.
Smoke enveloped the area by the academy wall, boring in and out of the ivy.
Swishswishswishswish, ten-odd figures shot out like arrows from various places in the darkness.
The middle-aged man at their head waved his palm, completely banishing the smoke, but realized that no one was by the wall.
These ten-odd people clearly possessed extraordinary cultivations. In the world, there wouldn't be many experts of their caliber. Yet now, their faces were abnormally pale and exceptionally fearful.
A person said with a trembling voice, "Prin…the young lady…she's gone."
The middle-aged man had an exceptionally gloomy expression. He softly yelled out, "Quickly report this to the palace!"
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Luoluo had not gone far, she had just gone to the other side of the wall.
She believed that those clansmen of hers would not be able to find her in such a short span of time—because the seemingly ordinary button she had used was a Thousand Li Button.
The Thousand Li Button was a sort of magical artifact that could allow someone to instantly travel vast distances. Even when confronting an incredibly powerful enemy, one could use this button to escape. It was extremely precious, even worth the price of a life. Even places like the Great Zhou Imperial Palace and the Longevity Sect would only possess a few of these buttons.
Yet she had used one so casually, and she had used it to get past a wall.
Without a doubt, this was a recklessly wasteful way of doing things, and it was precisely for this reason that she was so sure her clansmen would not expect her to use a Thousand Li Button to simply climb over a wall. She should have enough time to find the source of that aroma.
As long as she could find that person, what did the use of a single Thousand Li Button matter?
She had always been a very generous person.
In the almost a year's worth of time that she had lived in the Hundred Herb Garden, she had once peeked her head over the wall to get a look at the Orthodox Academy, curious about that incident from ten-odd years ago. Several months had passed since then, and now that she had truly entered this place for the first time, she discovered that things had changed greatly.
It was still very peaceful, but the weeds growing along the lake had been cut down into a flat lawn. Through the starlight, one could see that the water grass in the lake had also been cleared up. The greatest change had to be the buildings. Other than the main hall, which had been damaged far too fiercely, the other buildings and pavilions were almost repaired like new.
In the deep darkness, only the library had lights.
Luoluo took a few steps in that direction but was suddenly confronted by a gust of wind. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and finally seized upon a hint of that aroma in the wind. Her face instantly revealed an expression of reverie, knowing that she had not found the wrong place.
When she opened her eyes, her reverie had become vigilance, her childish beauty tinged with frost.
A person slowly walked out from the trees by the lake.
This person was dressed in a black robe that reached to the knees, the two sleeves also reaching the knees. The person seemed extremely neat and orderly, yet the head and face were covered by the black robe's hood, making the person seem completely mysterious.
Luoluo faintly smiled at this person as her right hand slowly moved to her left lapel, and secretly plucked off a button made of rhinoceros horn.
This was also a Thousand Li Button.
She did not know who this black-robed person was, but it was plain to see that this person had been waiting all this time for her to appear. That was the problem.
Ever since she was small, she had been taught to never place herself in any sort of danger. In addition, she could clearly sense that this black-robed man…especially the pitch-black object gripped tightly in his hands, posed a very serious threat to her.
So she prepared without hesitation to use a second Thousand Li Button.
She truly was very generous, very wasteful, because she had the right.
She opened her palm, and the button dropped to the floor.
Yet at that very moment, the man shrouded in a black robe also opened his palm.
The pitch-black object in his palm seemed to be made of metal. Its two ends were very sharp, its middle a little thick, and its surface was smooth. It looked very much like a shuttle.
This pitch-black metal weapon fell even faster than the button, and its sharp end deeply thrust into the loose, soft soil of the lawn.
With a burst of clacks, the smooth surface of the metal weapon was quickly covered in countless fine scales. These scales then burst apart and transformed into countless tiny pieces of metal that noiselessly shot off into the night sky.
With the shooting off of those pieces of metal, a powerful Qi instantly enveloped a circle several hundred zhang in circumference, the Orthodox Academy at its center.
The smoke gradually dispersed.
Luoluo's figure was still in its original position, a trickle of blood seeping from her lips!
The Thousand Li Button had not helped her depart!
She raised her head up to the night sky and saw that the descending starlight seemed to be slightly twisted.
She didn't know what sort of magical artifact that shuttle-like metal weapon was, but it had actually been able to seal off such a large space!
Her smile had already faded. She looked at the black-robed man by the tree and seriously asked, "To bitterly cultivate until the upper level of Ethereal Opening…oh, I forgot…you don't have that way of speaking on your side, but in brief, it's no easy task. You're sure that you want to be rendered into scattered ash and dispersed smoke, and for your family and relatives to be chased down and slaughtered for the rest of their lives until not a single one remains? To pay such an enormous price, is it worth it?"
This was not a threat, but a guaranteed outcome, so it was particularly forceful.
Any person that attempted to inflict harm upon her would inevitably have to suffer the boundless rage of the eight hundred li of the Red River.
"Then, they would first have to know who I am."
The black-robed man slowly removed his hood, revealing a plain and unremarkable face.
It was a middle-aged man possessing no special features whatsoever. If he were to be thrown into the crowds of the capital, absolutely no one would be able to recall his appearance.
Especially when he combed his hair into a bun.
Tonight, he did not disguise himself. His black hair spilled onto his shoulders, thus revealing those two black demon horns, exceptionally clear in the starlight.
This middle-aged man that was a demon said with unquestionable sincerity:
"Moreover, if I can kill Your Highness in the capital of the humans, let alone my life, I'm even willing to sacrifice my soul."
As the starlight spilled down from the night sky and passed through that invisible protective screen, it refracted strangely. As this light fell upon the middle-aged demon male's face, it made his face even more pale, just like the ice and snow in the north that never melted.
Luoluo raised her hand and wiped the blood from her lips as she asked him, "Do you plan to capture me or kill me?"
The demon man calmly replied, "If I capture Your Highness, it will be impossible for me to leave the capital, so with my apologies, I can only kill Your Highness here."
Luoluo stared at those two demon horns faintly discernable amongst his hair and asked, "It seems that you've waited for a very long time."
The demon man slightly bent his body and said, "From the moment Princess left her homeland. To be more precise, from the moment Princess crossed that river reeking with blood, I have always been waiting, waiting for this day to come."
Luoluo commented, "That really is a very long time."
"I've been away from my home for several years already, and more than a year has passed since I began this journey with Your Highness. In the capital, I've been hiding like a mouse for the greater part of a year. My life was just silently watching Your Highness from the darkness, very monotonous and very dangerous."
The demon calmly recounted how he had lived in these past years. He spoke very indifferently, but in reality, it was a very cruel, even tragic life—to live in the city that was the heart of the human world for so many years, he inevitably had to pay an enormous price, especially in mental terms.
After a moment of silence, he gazed across the lake to the distant north, sighing, "I deeply miss the wind and snow of my home, I also deeply miss my wife and children. Thank you, Princess, for your mercy. Tonight, I finally have the opportunity to complete my important mission."
Upon hearing these two statements, Luoluo felt a little regret.
She had not expected that the demons had been constantly spying on her, following from her home all the way to the capital. With such far-reaching plans, so carefully and deeply thought out, once the demons snatched an opportunity, it was certain that they would be prepared for any eventuality.
What she regretted was that she was the one that had offered this opportunity to the demons. If she had not used her most ingenious method to escape the protection of her clansmen for the sake of finding that person, the demon man in front of her would probably still have to remain hidden, whittled away by his life in the human world until he turned old.
Gazing up at the night sky and seeing the clearly refracted starlight, she knew that this magical artifact had successfully divided the world into inside and outside. Although her clansmen were on the other side of the Orthodox Academy's wall, they would assuredly be unable to hear her calls.
At this place and time, no one else could save her, except herself.
Luoluo had confirmed her situation, but she actually grew calmer. As she gazed at the demon man, the childishness about her face was completely replaced with the will to fight. "Upper level Ethereal Opening is very strong, but not strong enough. I don't believe you're qualified to kill me."
"To live in the capital is not easy. There are too many human experts here. If I am too strong, it could easily alarm powerful figures like Mo Yu, the Great Zhou Imperial Palace would send a few Guardians, and then I would be dead, so I cannot be strong."
The demon man gazed at her and said, "My techniques are specialized in concealment. Although not particularly strong, they're not particularly weak either, just enough to kill Princess. Thus, I am the most appropriate, thus, the one that appeared before Your Highness today was me and not anyone else."
Luoluo said, "I want to know your name."
She spoke very calmly, seeming to look down on him from high above.
"I am called Mohe," the demon man obediently replied.
Luoluo said, "Mohe is a surname, not a name."
The demon man faintly smiled, his pale white face wrinkling like a sheet of paper. With this rather frightening look, he said, "Princess, it's meaningless to delay for time."
Luoluo began to laugh, the sound crisp and clear. With the night wind, it could be sent very far if not for that protective screen. At the least, the people on the other side of the wall would have been able to hear it clearly. The demon man seemed to have no intent of stopping her.
"I thought you didn't care about my delaying for time," she ceased her attempts and seriously said.
The demon man said, "After killing Princess, I will definitely find it very hard to escape the capital. So this period is most likely the final period of my more than one hundred years of life. For me to be able to speak with a person of such exalted bloodlines as Princess, I feel that my soul will be more easily soothed."
Luoluo opened her eyes wide and blinked slightly, asking inquisitively, "You're not worried that you will be discovered by humans?"
The demon man pointed at the metal pestle-like object on the grass before him.
"This place is very close to the Imperial Palace," she kindly warned.
The demon man expressionlessly replied, "I have faith that even if the Divine Empress were looking at this very place right now, she would not realize what we are doing."
"Fine, I truly do admit that no one will come to save me."
Luoluo sighed. She was obviously miserable, yet also rather cute.
"Then, you are sure that you really can kill me?"
After saying this, her eyes suddenly became extremely bright, like two bright pearls. Her right hand took a leather whip from her waist. This whip was extremely long, so long that it ultimately piled up at her feet, and it was a mystery just how it had been stored on her waist.
"This is the legendary Falling Rain Whip?"
The demon man seemed very regretful, perhaps because he had seen a legendary divine weapon or for some other reason.
He turned his gaze back to Luoluo and said solemnly, "Regardless of how many rare magical artifacts are on Your Highness's person, Your Highness must die tonight, because this is the Lord Military Advisor's plan, and so nothing unexpected can occur."
Upon hearing this sentence, Luoluo slightly tightened her grip on the whip, turning somewhat pale.
The Demon Military Advisor's reputation was one of the most terrifying of the continent.
Even her parents paid a great deal of attention to this person.
When that great war of the past concluded, the demons suffered a crushing defeat under the combined armies of the humans and demi-humans, but this did not mean the death of their country. They could bitterly persist in their cold realm of the north, and there were even signs of recovery in the past few years. Besides the cruel and powerful Demon Lord, who oversaw Xuelao City and stabilized the various great powers, the most important reason for this recovery was a military advisor that crafted plans for the demons. Whether they were outrageous plots or fair and open policies for governing the people, that human's shadow was always behind them.
Yes, that human's shadow.
The Demon Military Advisor was a human.
No one knew why a human was willing to betray his race and to give his utmost effort for the sake of the demons, but the entire continent knew that this human was extremely respected by the demons. From this point alone, one could tell just how extraordinary this person was.
None of the Demon Military Advisor's plans had ever failed, and there seemed to be no gaps in his thinking. His control and use of the minds of people had long since surpassed the point of perfection and become an indescribable strength.
In these countless years, the expeditionary forces sent north by the humans were all thwarted by his crafty plots, to the extent that before the army had even set out, it had already failed. The damage inflicted by this person was even more than that inflicted by the terrifying Eight Great Mountain Men of the demons added together.
Countless human experts and demi-human braves had attempted to find the Demon Military Advisor and then assassinate him, but no one had ever succeeded. Besides an expert of the path of the sword belonging to the Longevity Sect, no one had even found him.
Even today, no one knew the name of the Demon Military Advisor, what he looked like, where he had come from, or what sort of past he had that would make him betray the humans and devote himself to the demons. There was even a legend that when the demons suffered their crushing defeat, this Military Advisor did not choose to return with the Demon Lord to Xuelao City, instead choosing to conceal his identity, and that even now, he was living in the human world. He might be the neighbor by one's side, he might be one's teacher, and he might even be a priest.
This was the most frightening aspect of the Demon Military Advisor.
People only knew that he often wore a black robe.
Many demon experts, when mentioning him, would all address him with deep respect: Lord Black Robe.
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Luoluo gazed at the black-robed demon man standing by the tree, her heart gradually sinking.
If this was planned by the Demon Military Advisor, then it really might be very difficult to escape through sheer luck. Everyone knew that although the plans of the Military Advisor seemed simple, even casual, they had never contained any sort of gap—nothing unexpected would ever occur.
The demon man by the tree was wearing a black robe. He was most likely that Military Advisor's direct subordinate.
The metal artifact in the grass had cut off all changes to the world outside.
She had come alone to the Orthodox Academy.
No one else would be able to see her.
She would naturally die.
This trap was very simple, yet it was logically impossible to escape from.
She knew that she could only rely on her own strength to strive for survival.
She knew even more that the legendary Demon Military Advisor had definitely made extremely precise calculations on the strength of both sides. Just as the demon man had just said, he might not be very strong, but he was not weak either, just strong enough to kill her.
It was definitely enough to kill her.
She was able to see the strength of the man's cultivation due to her innate gift, but it did not mean that she could defeat him.
Based on human reckonings of strength, she was currently at the initial level of the Meditation Realm. With her age, this cultivation level was already sufficient to shock the world, yet in a life-or-death battle between mature experts, this sort of cultivation was not at all enough for her to survive.
"To be able to speak so much with the exalted Princess at the final moment of my life, I am very content."
The demon man slowly walked towards her and slowly raised his right hand, white rays of light seeming to shine through his fingers.
It was a ball of light condensed from true essence.
Luoluo sensed the terrifying Qi coming from the ball of light and slightly narrowed her eyes.
The demon man was wearing a pair of worn-out boots on his feet.
As the boots stepped on the lawn, they left no tracks behind.
During the day, the grass had been cut short, and now their shorn ends revealed a most pleasant aroma.
Apparently because they had been cut short, the grass seemed to have more strength, seeming to grasp at the demon's shoes.
No, that was only a momentary scene.
In reality, from the moment the demon man had taken his first step, his body had begun to blur and then vanish from sight!
Luoluo's eyes grew brighter as if wanting to illuminate the darkness.
She knew for this demon man to be able to hide himself in the human world for so long, it was definitely exactly as he said: his techniques must be extremely specialized in concealment. Yet she had not expected that her opponent could so easily vanish in the middle of battle.
In the next moment, the demon man appeared behind her!
His terrifying fist rumbled towards her back!
The demon man was far stronger than her, but even so, he had used his most powerful technique.
He had put all his true essence into this fist, all his emotions into this strike. Even though this strike would also cripple his hand, he did not care. As long as he could kill this girl, he was even willing to offer his life and soul, so what did he care for a hand?
Luoluo had no means of blocking this fist. In reality, she hadn't even been able to seize his tracks.
But her whip could.
The long whip in her right hand flicked out like a snake, the tail of the whip swishing through the darkness like a snake's tongue and piercing into the throat of the man.
At the same time, she opened her palm, causing a third button to fall to the floor.
The demon man's pale face was still indifferent, not caring about any of this, his fist still striking down.
Squelch.
A bloody hole appeared in his throat.
But at the same time, his fist fell on Luoluo's back.
Demons were born in the wind and snow amongst the mountains. Their strength became famous through mountains.
His fist was a mountain.
This mountain boomed against the girl's body.
It was a very brutal sight.
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The button fell upon the ground.
With a puff of smoke, and before it could even disperse, Luoluo had turned around to directly confront this monstrous fist.
With this demon's strange movement techniques, there should have been no reasonable way for her to have the time to turn around, but she had done it.
Because she had used another Thousand Li Button in advance.
The Thousand Li Button could not help her overcome that invisible protective screen, but it could at least help her turn around.
But what could she do after turning around?
That terrifying fist was getting closer and closer, the light of true essence seeping through his fingers growing brighter and brighter.
Was it out of dignity that she had chosen to confront death head-on in her life's final moments?
No.
An unswerving determination appeared upon Luoluo's childish face.
With a clear cry, she tightened her tiny fist and fearlessly sent it flying towards the demon's fist.
Boom!
Floorboards were sent flying, dust billowed into the air, countless cobweb-like cracks appeared in the ground, and the trees of the forest which had just been pruned were sent toppling by the wind!
The night wind gently blew.
The dust gradually settled, revealing two people.
The demon man stood at his original location, the expression on his pale face abnormally complex as several trickles of blood slowly flowed down.
His black robe had already been cut into countless pieces, revealing his pale and robust body.
His right fist had become a mass of blood and flesh, the white bone visible.
The most terrifying injury was on his head.
His left demon horn had fractured from its base, and blood bubbled forth from it.
A slightly yellowed tusk was deeply embedded in his forehead, slightly trembling.
If this sharp tusk had been able to get just a little deeper, perhaps it would have already killed him!
The demon extended a hand to pull out this tusk, but for some reason, he did not dare touch it.
He knew that if not for the magical artifact given to him by the Military Advisor suppressing the entire battlefield, he would already be dead to this girl's sneak attack.
With this thought, his face turned further pale, somewhat fearful.
""This…is the Great Emperor's Tusk?"
He stared into Luoluo's eyes, his voice a little shaky, both pained and angered. "Truly as expected of the Princess said in the tales to possess countless treasures, actually possessing protective magical artifacts of this level! In the end, I still underestimated you."
Three Thousand Li Buttons, one Falling Rain Whip, and also one Great Emperor's Tusk.
The acquisition of any of them could make an entire family go bankrupt…no, they were treasures that any expert would bankrupt their families to obtain.
And all of these were in her possession and used unsparingly by her.
If the world's experts were to see tonight's scene, they would undoubtedly beat their chests and stamp their feet in endless lamentation.
But she would not, because she was Luoluo, and she was very generous, so she was first very generous to herself. And anyway, those things had originally been hers.
"I must admit that Your Highness's response was truly outstanding, your innate abilities as powerful as expected, but regretfully…this is a plan of the Lord Military Advisor. He definitely calculated the items on Your Highness's body and confirmed that they were not enough to kill me."
The demon used his hand to smear his blood all over his face. In the slightly crooked starlight, he seemed abnormally terrifying.
He finished, "I am still alive, so Your Highness will die."
Luoluo's situation was not at all good. A moment ago, she had used her sleeve to wipe her lip clean, but now another trickle of blood had stained it.
She stared at the demon as she lightly shook her whip. The long whip reflected the starlight, seeming to come alive in the darkness. No longer was it a snake, but a dragon.
A dragon amidst the wind and rain.
The Falling Rain Whip, seventeenth on the Tier of Legendary Weapons.
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The demon disappeared, and howls surrounded the library. The lights leaking out from the library were like small boats amongst massive waves, dimming and brightening, disappearing and appearing.
Luoluo lowered her head and quietly stood, the Falling Rain Whip in her hands wildly dancing without end in the wind.
Drops of rain could faintly be seen.
Occasionally, a strand of cold Qi would break through the darkness but be blocked by a drop of rain.
Occasionally, a harsh light would pierce through the wind, but then the wind would suddenly grow more hurried and form a protective screen.
The Falling Rain Whip could draw down the wind and rain from every direction. To protect the body, it was the finest weapon.
This was also the reason she had chosen the Falling Rain Whip as her weapon when she was leaving her home.
In the end, however, she was still just a girl at the initial level of Meditation. The gap between her and the demon was too great.
If her sneak attack with the Great Emperor's Tusk had not succeeded, the demon might have been able to use his vigorous true essence to directly oppose the might of the Falling Rain Whip, forcefully break through, and kill her, but the current situation was just as bad for her.
The movement techniques of this demon were far too bizarre. Following some incomprehensible trajectory, he traveled freely through the darkness.
Her whip could drive the wind and rain in all directions, protecting herself in an impenetrable wind, yet it could not seize upon her opponent's whereabouts. Naturally, it could not attack him either.
She could not attack, and how could she keep on defending forever?
No matter how intelligent the Falling Rain Whip was, it still required her soul to control. Every gust of wind or drop of rain consumed a part of her true essence.
Her breathing was becoming hurried. She did not know if she could last until her opponent's strange magical artifact lost its effectiveness, last until her clansmen could hurry over.
She still relied on her composure and willpower that surpassed her peers to persevere, to wait.
She was waiting for the instant her opponent truly revealed his body.
The magical artifacts she had brought with her had all been used, but she was still unable to escape. However, she still had the whip, and crucially, she was still hiding one more method.
Only she knew that although she was holding the Falling Rain Whip, she was using a sword style.
This sword style contained the words 'wind' and 'rain'.
The Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong.
This sword style's most frightening aspect was that it could condense an entire sky of wind and rain into a single point, striking at an opponent's weakest point.
The demon was already heavily injured, no longer at his previous strength. She believed that if she was given an opportunity, she could definitely kill him.
The problem was that although the demon had been angered by his wounds, he had not lost his sense of reason. He displayed extreme patience. Without a complete grasp of victory, he relied on his strange movement techniques to roam outside the wind and rain, not even giving her a chance to attack.
Luoluo suddenly felt rather wronged.
The techniques of demon experts had always been mysterious, so it was fine if she couldn't grasp them, but if she had been able to completely learn the Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong, if she had truly been able to understand the true meaning of bringing down the wind and rain from all directions, what need would she have to be passive?
Why didn't the teachers of the Heavenly Dao Academy and Star Seizer Academy know how to teach her? If she was able to find that person from that night, would he really be able to teach her? Right, if it weren't for that guy, how could she have encountered this assassination? How could she have reached such a miserable state?
Yes, it was all that guy's fault.
Luoluo felt very wronged, so she no longer wished to be so generous. She decided that if she were able to find that person in the future, she would not send him so many gifts.
Perhaps cut the amount of gifts in half?
As she thought of these things, the battle continued.
Danger continued to approach.
A wound appeared on her neck, a result of the demon taking advantage of a gap in the Falling Rain Whip to deliver an almost fatal blow.
Not only did Luoluo feel wronged, she began to feel grief.
She really did not want to die.
She had always believed that living was the most fortunate thing, was the most beautiful thing—for the clouds on the horizon were so beautiful, and the clouds of the capital were very beautiful, at times like the hair of a lady on the street. The clouds of her home were also very beautiful, at times like the face of a young horse thief.
Moreover, even if she died, she could not be killed in the capital.
Because this would cause many innocent people to die, like the lady on the street or that young horse thief.
Luoluo continued to lose more and more blood.
The Falling Rain Whip gradually began to lose strength.
The demon continued to remain hidden in the darkness, his position unknown.
She felt very tired, and then a little sleepy.
The Falling Rain Whip moved noiselessly through the darkness, the falling wind and rain also made no sound, and that demon was absolutely silent.
The Orthodox Academy was completely silent, truly suitable for sleeping.
Besides cultivating and playing, what she enjoyed the most was sleeping.
She knew that she could not sleep, but she really was tired.
At this moment, a voice broke the silence.
In the darkness, the Orthodox Academy awakened.
Luoluo also awakened.
"The stars in heaven reflect the organs; let your true essence flow voluntarily. Bring your wrist up to your shoulder, and the wind and rain will be restrained."
Luoluo did not know who had spoken.
But she knew that these were the contents of the Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong.
She subconsciously turned the wrist of the hand holding the whip, slightly bent her left knee, and her true essence voluntarily rose up. Ignoring those meridians mentioned in the sword manual, they followed the channels in her body, traveling through her organs, and reached her chest. Then, she felt the hand holding the whip grow hotter.
What next?
She thought, somewhat puzzled.
The night was still dark.
That voice rang out once more.
"Dou Zhen, Kui Liu."
These were two rather strange phrases.
But if disassembled, people living on this world would clearly understand what they were.
Dou and Zhen referred to two stars, in the east and west respectively.
Kui and Liu referred to two stars, in the south and north respectively.
The stars were eternally constant and unmoving, especially those famous stars. The people on the ground, old and young, would be able to clearly remember their positions.
Luoluo froze, not understanding the meaning. Were they directions?
Could it be that she should stab towards the Dou star? And then at the Zhen star?
Suddenly, she came to her senses.
Between Dou and Zhen, she could draw a line.
Between Kui and Liu, she could also draw a line.
The intersection of these two lines was a single point in the night sky.
Luoluo opened her eyes wide and turned to that spot.
The Falling Rain Whip in her hand had already stabbed at that point in the night sky.
The Falling Rain Whip bound together the wind and rain into a line, transformed it into a sword.
The Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong.
In the Orthodox Academy, the wind and rain was suddenly restrained, but sword intent flourished.
Squelch.
A spurt of blood shot out from the darkness.
At the same time came the shocked and furious cry of pain from that demon expert.
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