C95 A Terrifying Girl

The young girl seemed to be a vision carved from ice, a dreamlike beauty with an unmatched delicate charm. Her ethereal grace was otherworldly, her purity reminiscent of a celestial maiden in a painting. Her face, a portrait of exquisite indifference, bore the cold detachment of one untouched by the mortal world.

Barefoot, the girl's ankles and wrists were adorned with jade bracelets, each with a bell that chimed crisply in the breeze. Her mesmerizing blue eyes, deep as the ocean, sparkled like a myriad of stars, captivating all who gazed into them. Her jet-black hair danced in the wind, a stark contrast to her pale beauty.

The air was punctuated by the sharp intakes of breath from the men around her.

"So beautiful!" Sun Binn murmured, entranced, while the others were hopelessly smitten.

Han Feng managed to snap out of the spell first, his practical mind noting the level nine Devil Beast at her feet—a clear sign that this girl was far from ordinary. He realized that, although she shared Sister Lin's initial untouchable aura, Sister Lin's demeanor was acquired, not innate. This girl, however, was born with it.

"She must be only fifteen or sixteen, yet so breathtaking," Han Feng thought, deeply astonished.

"Who are you?" Wu Junxing asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty as he stared at the girl atop the giant bird. She looked like a delicate porcelain doll, yet an unprecedented sense of danger unsettled him.

In that instant, the girl's icy voice cut through the air, and it felt as though the world's temperature plummeted.

"Are you Wu Junxing?"

A foreboding feeling swelled in Wu Junxing's chest. He wanted to deny his identity, but with so many witnesses, denial was futile.

Biting back his fear, Wu Junxing confirmed, "Yes, it's me. What do you want?"

Without warning, the girl launched her attack. The sky bristled with a barrage of ice spikes, descending like a hailstorm.

"This is bad."

"Mystic Flame Protection!"

Wu Junxing had not anticipated such an immediate assault. Over thirty chains enveloped him, whirling into a protective cocoon.

But as the relentless ice shower pelted the chains, they faltered and, in a moment, shattered to pieces.

Wu Junxing screamed in agony, his body riddled with wounds and soaked in blood.

The crowd inhaled sharply once more.

Wu Junxing, a Mystic Rank expert, had been gravely wounded by a single move.

What was the extent of this girl's power?

Was she in the middle or late stage of the Mystic Rank?

She was simply too fearsome.

"Damn it!" Rage surged within Wu Junxing. He had entered the fray with such might, only to be reduced to this pitiful state.

His defeat ignited an intense hatred for the girl within him.

"Mystic Flame Bursting Drill!"

Over thirty chains materialized once more, hurtling toward the girl.

But then, something astonishing occurred.

With just a single finger, the girl effortlessly neutralized Wu Junxing's assault.

The chains couldn't get an inch closer to her.

"Freeze!" The girl's icy voice echoed again.

The chains, ablaze with scarlet flames, were instantaneously encased in a frosty blue hue.

In a mere moment, the chains disintegrated.

Fear painted Wu Junxing's face.

He had to concede that he and the girl in the sky were worlds apart; the gap in their strength was immense.

"She must be in the late stage of the Mystic Rank, wielding a top-quality Mystic martial skill," Wu Junxing inwardly screamed.

Without hesitation, Wu Junxing turned to flee.

The girl pointed her finger and declared, "Wu Junxing, you are the scion of the Wu Family from Shengjin City, who over a decade ago narrowly escaped execution when your family rebelled. Yet, you've learned nothing, continuing to prey on the innocent. Now, it's time for you to join your kin."

"Frozen Finger!"

In his escape, Wu Junxing was instantly encased in ice. With a bitter smile, he realized, "You're the disciple of that great master!"

The ice shattered, and Wu Junxing met his end.

Silence fell, a profound stillness.

A formidable Mystic Rank expert had been dispatched as effortlessly as a mere insect by the girl's hand, leaving the onlookers dumbstruck.

"What a fearsome individual," Han Feng whispered to himself, his eyes alight with fervor. "A Mystic Rank expert at just fifteen or sixteen years old. One day, I might just rival her prowess!"

Han Feng's fighting spirit blazed fiercely.

The departing young girl threw a fleeting glance at Han Feng, a subtle frown creasing her brow before she turned to leave. And, of course, she took the Flame Vermilion Fruit with her.

Han Feng was startled. It wasn't until the young girl was truly gone that he exhaled in relief. "I let my guard down. Lucky for me, she didn't hold it against me."

The Sun family head and the others rose to their feet in silence, unsure of what expression to wear.

At the brink of death, they were unexpectedly rescued by a formidable young girl who dispatched a Mystic Rank expert with the swiftness of lightning.

They were saved, indeed, but the Flame Vermilion Fruit had been claimed by the young girl.

The Sun family head heaved a long sigh. "Talk about bad luck."

The Zhou and Wu family heads were equally dispirited.

The impact of Wu Junxing and the young girl was overwhelming. The prowess they had taken pride in was trivial compared to these two.

Lin Qingshan spoke calmly, "Let's collect the Fiery Vermilion Fruit. Even without the Flame Vermilion Fruit, this can serve as some consolation."

The three family heads were crestfallen, and considering Lin Qingshan had previously demonstrated combat abilities on par with an early period one-star Martial Cultivator, they all conceded. Out of the thirty-six Fiery Vermilion Fruits, Lin Qingshan secured twelve for herself.

The remaining fruits were divided equally among the three families, each receiving eight.

Had the young girl not intervened, even Lin Qingshan's exceptional display wouldn't have led to this result.

Yet her presence made the three family heads acutely aware of the vast world beyond Renwu City—a world they had nearly forgotten, filled with numerous Mystic Rank martial cultivators and where Earth rank martial cultivators were far from uncommon.

Lin Qingshan, already an Eleven-star Human Rank at her young age, had a future full of untold potential.

And Han Feng was no different.

Consequently, the three family heads held Lin Qingshan and Han Feng in much higher regard, allowing Lin Qingshan to claim twelve Fiery Vermilion Fruits for herself.

Han Feng approached the shattered remains of Wu Junxing. The body was in pieces, and it took considerable effort for Han Feng to extract the continuation of the Profound Flame Chain's cultivation method before swiftly making his way back to where he started.

The group traveled back to Renwu City, enveloped in silence.

Upon reaching the Zhou residence, the Zhou Family Head wasted no time in delivering five hundred upper-grade lower-quality Spirit Stones to Han Feng, offering apologies before retreating to his family's quarters.

"Miss Lin, Brother Han, do you have any plans at the moment? If you're not otherwise occupied, perhaps you'd consider staying with us for a few days?" inquired the Sun Family Head, bowing respectfully to Lin Qingshan and Han Feng after the Zhou and Wu Family Heads had departed.

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