The darkness that blotted out the sky instantly vanished.
In midair, Gao Qiuge looked as if he had lost his soul. A grand Golden Core powerhouse was actually wobbling as he flew.
He whipped his head around, staring dead at Jiang Ye on the arena stage with a look that could devour a person.
But in Jiang Ye's eyes, Gao Qiuge's name had already turned bright red!
Jiang Ye couldn't help but curl his lips. Another mini-boss. This meant more experience was on the way.
“Phew—”
“I'm tired after fighting for so long. Little Bai, you take over. Call me when it's time to eat.”
With that, Jiang Ye decisively logged off.
He had already developed a good habit of logging off promptly. After all, that stupid anti-addiction system really gave him a headache.
Hum.
Bai Zhirou, who had been watching the show the entire time, felt her body tremble slightly.
The familiar sense of control instantly returned.
She dazed for a second, then keenly noticed that the hundred-odd people around her were staring at her with looks of admiration and even a hint of awe.
Bai Zhirou looked down.
Her right foot was stepping grandly on the Golden Giant Eagle's massive head, its eyes still wide open in death.
In her hand, she held a long sword dripping with black blood.
Her posture exuded pure, unadulterated dominance, looking exactly like a mob boss who had just bathed Causeway Bay in blood.
Bai Zhirou gasped.
She hurriedly pulled her foot back from the eagle's head, holding the long sword in her hand, not knowing whether to keep holding it or drop it.
Her previously wild and untamed gaze instantly turned clear and innocently dazed.
The young girl pressed her legs together, her pale, slender fingers nervously pinching the blood-stained hem of her clothes. She stood there awkwardly, utterly at a loss.
“Junior Sister, are you alright?”
A gentle inquiry sounded.
Bai Zhirou quickly turned her head and saw Gu Qingxue looking at her with a face full of concern.
Before Bai Zhirou could speak, Gu Qingxue, feeling distressed for her, stretched out a jade-like hand and held a perfectly round pill, its surface shimmering with pill veins, right to her lips.
“Here, open up. This is a Tier Two Rejuvenation Pill. It will be of great benefit to your internal injuries.”
When had Bai Zhirou ever received such treatment?
Like a startled little rabbit, she obediently opened her mouth and swallowed the pill.
An extremely gentle warm current instantly spread from her abdomen, nourishing her entire body.
Bai Zhirou hurriedly bowed to express her gratitude, her voice soft and sweet:
“Thank you... thank you, Senior Sister Gu...”
Looking at her blushing, obedient, and sensible little junior sister, a gratified smile appeared on Gu Qingxue's face.
She praised secretly in her heart:
Indeed! This child was swift and decisive against those arrogant enemies outside, yet so humble, polite, gentle, and obedient toward her own people. What a truly good child!
However, the hundred-odd Sword Peak disciples watching below the stage saw this scene, and once again, they collectively lost their minds!
Everyone was left utterly bewildered, their scalps tingling.
Wait... sister?!
Do you have some kind of severe split personality disorder?!
Just moments ago, you were forcefully killing a Tier Three demon beast right under the nose of a Nascent Soul powerhouse!
When dealing with a Golden Core elder, you called him an “old geezer” left and right, labeled him a “broke loser,” and even tried to extort ten million spirit stones from him!
That incredibly arrogant, cool, and badass bandit temperament of yours could practically make the Demonic Ancestor himself bow down in admiration!
And what about now?
The blood in that giant eagle's neck isn't even cold yet!
Yet you've already switched back to this shy, obedient, good-baby persona who doesn't even dare to speak loudly?!
Please don't do this, we're scared!!
While the crowd from Sword Peak was still dazed, in her mind, Jiang Ye's somewhat impatient voice rang out once more:
“Alright, Little Bai, stop flirting here! Hurry up, while that big tiger and silly bear are still fresh, have everyone carry them to the kitchen. If we wait too long, the meat will get tough!”
Bai Zhirou: “?”
Snapping out of her embarrassment, she looked at the hundred-odd pairs of awe-struck eyes around her. She took a deep breath, nervously pinched the hem of her clothes, and spoke in a soft, delicate voice:
“Um...”
The moment those two words left her mouth, the outer sect square, which had been filled with whispering and minor chatter, instantly fell dead silent.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for instructions from this “number one ruthless junior sister of the sect.”
This kind of treatment and prestige could be said to be almost on par with a True Disciple.
Frightened by this grand display, Bai Zhirou swallowed her saliva again, gathered her courage, and said:
“Um... th-that big tiger and silly bear... e-everyone, let's eat them while they're fresh!”
Two seconds of silence passed.
Boom!
The entire square instantly erupted in cheers!
“Junior Sister Bai is mighty!!”
“Junior Sister Bai is so generous!! We will never forget this great kindness!!”
...
This was a Tier Two mid stage and a Tier Two peak demon beast! In the entire Azure Mystic Sect, let alone Qi Condensation disciples, even many Foundation Establishment disciples in the inner sect rarely got to eat such nourishing Tier Two flesh.
Last night, many Qi Condensation disciples who ate that Tier Two Fiery Bird went back to meditate for the night and directly broke through their minor realms.
Today, there were two! Eating them would bring no small benefit even to those at the Foundation Establishment stage!
Without needing any further instructions from Bai Zhirou, the hundred-odd Sword Peak disciples acted as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They extremely skillfully rolled up their sleeves, set up fires to boil water, and sharpened their knives to prepare the tiger and bear.
The division of labor was so clear, and their movements so practiced, that it was as if they had trained in the sword just to slice meat quickly today.
Just then, Gu Changqing and Qi Linger supported each other, limping out of the distant ruins.
Their clothes were tattered, and there was still blood on the corners of their mouths that hadn't been wiped clean, making them look extremely disheveled.
Bai Zhirou had seen it clearly in her mind; the two of them had been heavily injured by that Tier Three giant eagle just now in order to save her.
Guilt instantly welled up in her heart. She quickly went to meet them, asking anxiously:
“Senior Brother Gu, Senior Sister Qi! Are you two alright? I still have some healing pills here...”
Gu Changqing waved his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled gently:
“It's fine, just some superficial injuries. A few days of rest will do.”
Qi Linger, on the other hand, had absolutely no baggage as a True Disciple. She slapped her chest heartily and laughed:
“Exactly! Since Junior Sister is treating us to a feast, as long as there's enough meat, my injuries will be half-healed just from eating! Hahaha!”
Bai Zhirou felt a wave of warmth in her heart.
Even though they had only met yesterday, these True Disciple senior brothers and sisters were actually willing to risk their lives against a Tier Three great demon for her.
“Senior, hold on!” those two names echoed in the area once more.
Bai Zhirou looked around and asked in confusion:
“Where is the senior? That was Eldest Senior Brother's voice just now, wasn't it? Where did he go?”
She still wanted to properly thank Eldest Senior Brother for drawing his sword to help.
Hearing this, the three True Disciples looked at each other with strange expressions, and then they all wore a highly enigmatic smile.
Gu Changqing coughed lightly and explained tactfully:
“'Senior' and 'Hold On' are the names of his swords. As for Eldest Senior Brother... he probably went back to his cave dwelling to bathe and change his clothes. He is someone who cares quite a lot about his... external image.”
In her mind, Jiang Ye's complaining voice instantly rang out:
“Tsk, do you even know what a King of Style is? A King of Style absolutely never allows himself to appear in a CG looking all disheveled!”
Bai Zhirou: “?”
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