Inside the palace.
Qianyu withdrew her gaze from the sky and landed on Sikong Zhen, who was still kneeling on one knee.
He reached out and gently patted the other person's broad shoulder, a warm smile on his face.
"Get up, Ah Zhen."
"Congratulations on reaching twelfth place on the Martial Soul Ranking. Your strength has improved significantly."
Upon hearing the word "A-Zhen," Sikong Zhen's burly body trembled slightly, and an expression of excitement and honor appeared on his face.
He stood up, his voice still loud, but now tinged with a heartfelt reverence.
"It's all thanks to the Dean's guidance!"
Qian Renxue stood aside, watching the scene before her, her heart still reeling from the shock.
Is this man before me, whose aura is as violent as a thunder god, making the air tremble, really the "Five Thunder Drums" Sikong Zhen?
A peerless powerhouse ranked twelfth on the Martial Soul Ranking!
Yet this very person was as respectful as a student in front of his father.
Father...who exactly is he?
What kind of place was the Jixia Academy?
Just as she was lost in thought, the sky changed again, and a new list appeared.
Qian Renxue subconsciously looked up, and her pupils contracted slightly when she saw the name on it.
"Martial Soul Ranking, eleventh place, Mirror-Breaking Blade?"
"A mirror? An oriental mirror?"
She frowned slightly; she recognized the name.
"It's the woman who's with Bibi Dong."
She remembered clearly the woman who always followed Bibi Dong like a shadow, with a deep and unfathomable aura.
"snort."
Gongsun Li, standing to the side, snorted softly, put her hands on her hips, and had a hint of smugness on her face.
"That mirror is always trying to challenge me to a duel, it's so annoying."
"And the result? After all that work, I only came in eleventh place. It's hilarious."
Her words carried a sense of self-righteous pride, as if ranking eleventh was nothing remarkable.
Upon hearing this, Qianyu smiled and offered an explanation.
"Jing's martial spirit has extremely strong attack power, and it can be described as the pinnacle in the art of assassination."
"But its weaknesses are also obvious: it is slightly weaker in direct combat and consumes a great deal of soul power."
"Ranking it eleventh is reasonable."
His comments were precise and insightful, as if he knew the "blade that breaks the mirror" inside and out.
As Qian Renxue listened to her father's analysis, her doubts deepened.
Why does Father know so much about that woman's martial spirit?
As if seeing through her thoughts, Qianyu turned her head, looked at her, and had a meaningful smile on her lips.
"Xiaoxue, Jing, are actually my people."
"boom!"
Qian Yu's words were like a bolt from the blue, exploding in Qian Renxue's mind.
She froze, her beautiful eyes wide open, staring blankly at her father.
Mirror...is he one of Father's people?
That peerless powerhouse ranked eleventh on the Martial Soul Ranking, four places higher than his own Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, was actually... a pawn planted by his father beside Bibi Dong?!
The impact of this news on her was even stronger than when Sikong Zhen knelt down!
"When you see her in the future," Qianyu's voice rang out again, with an undeniable gentleness, "you can call her Aunt Jing."
Qian Renxue's mouth opened slightly, but she couldn't utter a single word.
Her worldview is being overturned and reshaped time and time again today.
Just then, a clear and melodious voice, like an oriole singing in a valley, came from deep within the palace.
"Brother Qianyu!"
Accompanied by the sound, a beautiful figure quickly ran out.
The newcomer was dressed in an elegant palace gown, with a graceful figure, stunning beauty, and a dignified yet lively demeanor.
When she saw Qianyu, her eyes lit up with surprise. She ran to him in a few steps, opened her arms naturally, and hugged his arm.
"You've arrived! Why didn't you tell Wan'er beforehand so I could have come to pick you up?"
The woman's voice carried a hint of coquettishness as she pressed her body tightly against Qianyu, her behavior intimate and unabashed.
Qianyu smiled indulgently and reached out to rub her head.
"I decided to come at the last minute, I wanted to give you a surprise."
This ambiguous interaction caused Qian Renxue, who was standing to the side, to immediately furrow her brows tightly.
She looked at the beautiful woman who had suddenly appeared before her, her eyes filled with scrutiny and displeasure.
"Father."
She spoke, her voice somewhat stiff.
Who is she?
Upon hearing this, Qianyu smiled and introduced, "Xiaoxue, this is Shangguan Wan'er. You can call her Aunt Shangguan from now on."
"Aunt Shangguan?"
Qian Renxue repeated herself, and looking at Shangguan Wan'er, who was hugging her father's arm and smiling radiantly, a sense of irritation welled up in her heart for no reason.
How could this woman lay a hand on my father like that!
How annoying!
...
Jialing Pass.
Another battlefield.
Golden Crocodile Douluo, panting heavily with several deep, bone-revealing wounds on his body, bowed respectfully to the aloof figure not far away.
"Thank you for saving us, sir. We are extremely grateful."
Beside him, several of the Spirit Hall's retainers, including Ling Yuan Douluo, also expressed their gratitude.
If this person hadn't suddenly appeared and swiftly repelled the powerful enemy, they would probably be dead here today.
The figure slowly turned around, revealing a cool and exquisitely beautiful face.
It is the Eastern Mirror.
Her gaze swept indifferently over the crowd, her voice devoid of any emotion.
"You're welcome."
Just then, golden light shone brightly in the sky, and her list was clearly displayed before everyone.
Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others subconsciously looked up, and when they saw the words "Eleventh on the Martial Soul Ranking", "Mirror-Breaking Blade", and "God-level", everyone gasped.
This mysterious woman who saved them was... was such a terrifying being!
Immediately afterwards, a beam of light descended from the sky, enveloping the mirror.
A powerful and vast aura surged up from Jing's body.
To everyone's astonishment, rings of spirit rings rose from beneath her feet.
Yellow, purple, black...
No!
No yellow, purple, or black!
From the very first lap, it's that dazzling red that symbolizes 100,000 years of cultivation!
One lap, two laps, three laps...
Nine laps in total!
Nine 100,000-year soul rings!
At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and space seemed to freeze.
Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape enough to fit a fist, making gurgling sounds in their throats, yet unable to utter a single complete word.
Nine...nine 100,000-year soul rings?!
Is this even human?!
This is simply divine!
Jing's aura was rapidly increasing, and soon stabilized at the peak of the level 99 Limit Douluo!
Holding the Mirror-Shattering Blade and surrounded by nine 100,000-year soul rings, she was like a goddess wielding power and slaughter, unapproachable.
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