MeiIn the Zhuque continent, in a forest near the Iron Mountain. The ancient trees whispered as spiritual energy rippled through the air restless, charged, trembling with intent. Mei stood at the forest’s heart, her back straight, her breathing steady. Her white brocade gown shimmered faintly, golden flowers glinting like tiny suns across the fabric. Her long black hair, dark as night water, spilled freely down her back, the faint glow of her qi tracing its strands in ethereal silver.
Before her, three figures emerged from the shadows robes dark, eyes gleaming with greed. Phantom Blood Sect. Their aura stank of slaughter and desire. Two of them were weak, their cultivation at Low Foundation Establishment, but the one who stood in the center exuded the oppressive might of a Low Core Formation cultivator. His lips curved into a wolfish grin as his gaze lingered shamelessly over Mei’s form.
The Phantom Blood disciple say
Before her, three figures emerged from the shadows robes dark, eyes gleaming with greed. Phantom Blood Sect. Their aura stank of slaughter and desire. Two of them were weak, their cultivation at Low Foundation Establishment, but the one who stood in the center exuded the oppressive might of a Low Core Formation cultivator. His lips curved into a wolfish grin as his gaze lingered shamelessly over Mei’s form.
The Phantom Blood disciple say
Heaven Sword disciple… such delicate beauty wasted on righteous fools,he sneered, voice dripping with mockery.
Come quietly, little flower. My sect values rare treasures.
You dare to taint the name of the Heavens for such filth?She answer her voice was calm, crystalline, carrying both grace and venom. She took one measured step forward, her sword drawing from its sheath with a silver whisper. Qi gathered around her like drifting petals, luminous and sharp.
Courting death,she said softly not shouted, but breathed like a verdict. The leader’s smirk faltered as spiritual pressure flooded the clearing, her Peak Foundation Establishment cultivation surging to its peak. The mist shivered. The trees bent. Her gown rippled in the surge of qi, radiant and untouchable.
Come, then,she murmured, her blade rising to meet the moon.
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