"Ding ding ding!" Yue Hongling's sword moved like a swimming dragon, probing around the Black Miao King, trying to locate his soul fire.

Blood had already trickled from the corner of her mouth. A casual punch from her opponent caused internal injuries if she didn't dodge in time, and even blocking it would send her crashing painfully against the nearby rocks like a broken doll.

What was even more frustrating was that despite risking her life to quickly locate his soul fire, she still couldn't find it. It was as if it wasn't there.

Was this corpse puppet different from what she knew? Did it not have a soul fire?

How then did it operate autonomously?

Moreover, its reactions were slower than before, and it no longer acted crazed about going to Taoyuan Town. Clearly, the person controlling it had given up even partially focusing here, evidently occupied with battling someone else. That someone, ninety-nine percent sure, was Zhao Changhe.

If Changhe's battle slowed down the Black Miao King here and she still couldn't resolve this, she would be unworthy of being called a swordsman!

"Clang!" Another mountain-splitting punch came at her, slightly slower than before.

This time, Yue Hongling didn't rush to dodge. Her eyes, sharp as swords, followed the trajectory of the incoming punch without blinking.

"As expected, the soul fire must exist. It's just not in the Spirit Platform, nor in the heart, nor where vulnerabilities lie, but within the most ferocious part of the arm—the blind spot beneath the lamp."

"Boom!" As the fist approached, Yue Hongling abruptly twisted her body at the last moment. The punch grazed past her ribs, the fierce wind carrying a streak of fresh blood. She did not even frown as her arm swiftly locked around the Black Miao King's iron-like wrist.

"?" The chaotic consciousness of the Black Miao King paused momentarily. Are you disregarding your own life with that frail body?

Even if you know my soul fire is in my arm, you can't identify its exact location immediately, and to break through my arm, you must focus all your strength on the tip of your sword—how could you achieve that in your current position?

As the chaotic thoughts flickered, the Black Miao King wouldn't waste words. His arm vibrated, lifting her whole body, intending to smash her to a pulp.

Yue Hongling's left hand had already swiftly pulled out a mirror. As she was lifted, she directed the mirror along his entire arm.

The Qinghe Mirror revealed all evil spirits and demons, and the faint glow of the soul fire flickered at the elbow.

"There!" she declared.

"Bang!" Yue Hongling was violently slammed to the ground, creating a huge pit with exploding rocks. At the same moment she was slammed down, her Divine Sword flew out of her hand, automatically targeting the precise point and plunging down sharply.

In the chaotic mind of the Black Miao King, he hadn't expected that this was a Divine Sword in the early stages of generating a Sword Spirit. It couldn't perform complex tasks, but if given a clear target to concentrate all its power into stabbing, it would accomplish it flawlessly.

Yue Hongling's entire strength poured into the sword. The tip of the sword shone with a dazzling brilliance; its terrifying power startled the Black Miao King so much that he instinctively stretched out his other hand to block, but it was too late.

The Divine Sword pierced through, hitting the Black Miao King's elbow right as its owner was smashed to the ground.

In the afternoon, with no sunset in the sky, this soul fire was like a fierce sun.

A sword broke through the Mystical Gate, and the brilliance of the sun and the moon silently vanished.

Sunset Divine Sword!

The Black Miao King looked down at the Divine Sword impaling his elbow, shifted his gaze, then looked back at Yue Hongling in the pit, her body a bloody mess yet showing signs of revitalization.

He rubbed his iron-like throat, producing a deep and eerie voice, "You... are quite remarkable. Which Heavenly List warrior are you from years later?"

Yue Hongling, supporting herself to stand slowly, performed a proper salute of the Worldly Society, "Latecomer Yue Hongling, ranked in the Earth List, has met the senior Black Miao King."

"Earth... List? You are of the Earth List, who is worthy of the Heavenly?"

Yue Hongling remained silent.

Footsteps approached from the surroundings; it was the White Miao army noticing the ceasing tumult here and beginning to investigate.

Ignoring them, the Black Miao King continued to ask, "Where's Xia Longyuan?"

Yue Hongling indifferently replied, "He has perished."

"Dead?" The Black Miao King muttered, his tone growing even stranger, "Then why have I been risen?"

Yue Hongling said calmly, "You didn't have to rise from the dead… Once a great man, now your bones have become a tool for others, both laughably and sadly."

The Black Miao King didn't answer but slowly turned his head to look at the approaching White Miao army. "People of White Miao... do you obstruct me to protect them?"

Yue Hongling replied, "Yes."

"But from what I see, not only do they not realize they were saved by you, they even want to kill you?"

"Perhaps, but my conscience is clear, and it has nothing to do with you, Senior."

The Black Miao King chuckled, "As you say, disturbing my peace and using my bones, how can this not concern me? I might as well create some chaos for them."

Yue Hongling's heart stirred.

The Black Miao King slowly said, "The goal of this Corpse Controller is hard to hide from me… What he wants may not be us, who have not reached the Imperial Realm, nor those mere skeletal remains… His real target is most likely the revival of the earth through a blood sacrifice of the Spirit Clan."

As he spoke, the sword lodged in his elbow sprang out with a 'ding' and accurately landed in front of Yue Hongling.

Yue Hongling reached out to catch the sword. When she looked at the Black Miao King again, he was motionless and silent.

Revive the earth? What did that mean?

Yue Hongling didn't have the energy to think about it at the moment. She was terribly injured, and her concern about Zhao Changhe being here and talking with the Black Miao King was solely to buy time to recover. Her body still ached all over, and she felt extremely weak.

Turning her head, she saw the White Miao soldiers had closed in, a mere arrow shot away, with generals shouting angrily, "Yue Hongling, what happened to our Blade Clan Leader?"

Yue Hongling brandished her sword and pointed it, causing thousands of soldiers watching the fierce Divine Sword to suddenly halt their steps, hesitant to advance.

"Dao Qingfeng was blind with power and got deceived into summoning ancient corpses, almost causing a disaster in the Miao Region. Now he has paid the price, his bones gone. Why ask me?" Yue Hongling said coldly. "If you want to blame me, then assume I killed him. Does anyone seek revenge for him?"

The west wind whistled, blowing her clothes and ponytail backwards, and strands of hair swept across her fierce eyes.

A woman standing alone with a sword against thousands of soldiers, and there wasn't a single person who dared to take a step forward.

After all, this was a swordsman who had just killed the resurrected Black Miao King from the Heavenly List, and regardless of her current battered state, her imposing presence was ingrained in the eyes of the Miao people, almost like a Heavenly God.

The sound of a horse's long neigh rose as Wuzhui came galloping through the wind, arriving beside Yue Hongling.

Yue Hongling turned her head, her eyes lighting up with joy, and quickly rode off: "Let's go, to aid Changhe!"

The multitude looked up as she departed, static as statues.

It took a while before someone murmured in a low voice, "A true celestial being…"

With Wuzhui carrying Yue Hongling, regarded as a celestial by the Miao people, it internally doubted with a series of ellipses... what use was looking cool when you're covered in blood and barely able to fight? Aiding Changhe, hopefully not to make things worse...

Reflecting back, Wuzhui realized why Yue Hongling always wore red—because it made the blood less noticeable…

In a flash of thought, they had reached the Spirit Clan's fortress in Taoyuan Town. The troops below looked up to see a woman riding a flying horse charging straight at them, and everyone was stunned.

"Stop, hold it! What is this about!" Countless soldiers raised their spears towards the sky, their cold light fierce as a forest.

"Clear the way for me!" Yue Hongling unleashed a wave of Sword Qi, splitting the nearest spears in two. The soldiers were startled into retreating, clearing an area. Yue Hongling leapt off Wuzhui and charged directly into the formation: "I am Yue Hongling, I have urgent matters with your Queen, open the way, there's no time to delay!"

The name Yue Hongling struck the Han soldiers like thunder and was not unknown to the Spirit Clan either—the last time the dual envoys came, the woman was Yue Hongling...

Seeing her blood-soaked, battle-fierce appearance, truly no one dared to stop her. The troops parted like waves, allowing her to rush into the Secret Realm's cave and disappear.

Wuzhui sighed with relief, circled in the air a few times, and then found a place to hide.

So she could still fight after all... all was well then, the Supreme Sword Body was indeed formidable.

Reflecting yet again, its master and this woman were really a match, in various senses, all-encompassing. But Wuzhui's master was the young Miss of the Cui Family, indeed a troubling thought.

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