The Fanfiction Awakening

"Oh no--"

The screams abruptly stopped as Murong Qing's clone collided with the Ghost-Faced Spider, turning into ice crystals that froze half of its body. In addition to the chilling aura, a sharp Sword Intent pierced straight into its soul, leaving it stiff and lifeless.

This was just the beginning. One after another, Murong Qing's clones crashed into him. Each time a clone collided with him, a layer of ice crystals would thicken, just like spreading ice cream. Layer upon layer, they accumulated until all the clones were exhausted, and a huge ice ball appeared on the spot, resembling an ice flower bud about to bloom.

Murong Qing swept downwards with her sword, like a fairy descending to earth. The Moon God's Tear gently swept across the ice ball, and with a clang, the surface of the ice ball peeled away piece by piece, finally transforming into a blooming ice lotus. The Youtong, which was frozen inside, was also shattered into pieces.

Even when killing, one must pursue elegance, like a dance – this is the "Vast Cold Immortal Sword Art".

After unleashing this ultimate move, Murong Qing, who had just advanced to the Spirit Transformation Soul stage, was greatly depleted and had to use her internal energy to recover. Fortunately, there were no enemies left who could threaten her.

Seeing this scene, Shiying no longer had the courage to continue fighting the master and disciple. She could see that not only had Youtong's physical body frozen to death, but his soul had also been torn apart and slaughtered by the Sword Intent, resulting in the destruction of both body and soul. This was even worse than Hu Hujia, who had just been blasted apart. At least Hujia had escaped with his Primordial Spirit and could go back to possess a Demon Beast's body and cultivate for hundreds or thousands of years, so he still had a chance to make a comeback. But Youtong didn't even have that much hope.

The girl's swordplay looked beautiful and captivating, but Shiying didn't want to test the sword with her own body and follow in Youtong's footsteps. She immediately unleashed several palm strikes at the girl, forcing her master to dodge and defend. She took the opportunity to retreat to the side of the Demon King Mengying, finally feeling a bit safer.

At this moment, Si Ming had just killed Hujia using a feint attack. Although he had been Shentu Chuang by Shen Tu Chuang, he possessed multiple external martial arts skills and had thick skin and flesh, so this injury was almost over after he coughed up some blood.

It's better to break one finger than to injure ten. After testing his skills with the Demon King, Si Ming knew that he could at most defeat him, but not kill him. With the Demon King protecting him, he also couldn't kill Shentu Chuang and the giant purple frog. Rather than getting entangled with the three guys, it would be better to kill the other Demon Marshal first, thus freeing his companions.

Si Ming's plan was a great success. Due to the interference of the formation, the Demon King Mengying's spiritual sense range was greatly reduced, making it difficult for him to perceive the battle situation in the distance. Taking advantage of this, Si Ming unleashed his ultimate move, forcing Yu Ying to gamble and ultimately succeed in "Xiang Zhuang's sword dance, killing Liu Bang."

"Now, we have the numerical advantage. How about considering my previous suggestion: surrender and lose half the stakes?" Si Ming said jokingly with a smile.

At this moment, the situation on the field was clear. Si Ming had not yet figured out Mengying's strange Cultivation Body and was not confident in killing him, but the others were not so sure. Shentu Chuang, Xu Ming, and Shiying could be forcibly kept there. With the interception of the formation, they could hardly escape, and they were corroded by the cold air and could not exert their due strength. However, Ling Huanxi, Murong Qing, and Si Huaruo were able to perform exceptionally well.

In addition, don't forget that outside the formation, there is a powerful external force maintaining it, who can also intervene when necessary.

Thinking this way, Si Ming felt confident of victory; the guys in front of him were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter. He immediately said, "Your lives are already as fragile as candles in the wind. If you don't surrender now, when will you?"

Shentu Chuang and the two demons both looked tense and worried about their current situation. The former couldn't help but reflect that he shouldn't have gotten involved in this mess. What did the Demon Race's cause have to do with him? He should have turned down the mission and let whoever wanted to come do it.

Only the Demon King Mengying, remained as calm as ever, seemingly devoid of emotion, and said in a tone as still as a deep well, "I admit that I underestimated your wisdom. The responsibility for this defeat lies with me."

A leader who proactively takes responsibility—that's someone you can't keep around; sooner or later, they'll become terrifying!

Si Ming felt even more apprehensive. While pondering how to keep the other person here, he made up a story. "Since you also feel responsible, then commit seppuku. I'll find you a good knife."

Mengying didn't respond, but continued, "Today's defeat will be etched in my memory. In the future, I will endure hardship and humiliation to avenge this great disgrace."

"No need for another day, let's do it now!"

Just as Si Ming was about to make his move, a powerful impact suddenly struck, causing the entire earth to tremble violently. Then, a gigantic figure forcefully broke through the formation from above. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be a Qianzhang- long, spiny centipede.

"Walk!"

Xu Ming opened his mouth and spewed out a burst of air, forcing Si Ming back. Shen Shentu Chuang and Shi Shiying each made a move, forcing Ling Huanxi and Murong Qing. Without hesitation, the Demon King raised his hand and his body transformed into a ball of black insects, enveloping Shentu Chuang's two demons, and then turned into light and fled.

"Don't even think about leaving!"

Si Ming instantly entered his Solar Prominence Eruption state, punching out a ball of energy. Just as he was about to give chase, the Qianzhang -long centipede rammed into him. Even with his divine strength, he couldn't overcome the difference in their weight and was sent flying far away. Then, the giant centipede burrowed into the ground and quickly disappeared underground.

Si Ming pushed away the large tree that was pressing down on him, and said with annoyance, "This giant centipede is clearly a powerful demon of the Demon Marshal level. They even said it was one of the four great Demon Marshal; they deliberately leaked false information to deceive me!"

Yu Shuying stepped forward and tore off a few vines that were wrapped around her body, saying, "It's all because you had to talk too much. You insisted on saying that the other person's life was like a candle flickering in the wind. Didn't you say that was a forbidden phrase in propaganda?"

Si Ming said sheepishly, "I couldn't resist for a moment and wanted to try to defy fate."

At this moment, a voluptuous woman wearing a long robe, holding a staff, and wearing glasses walked over, bowed her head, and said, "I'm sorry, I failed to maintain the formation and let the enemy escape. I have let you down."

"That's none of your business, senior," Si Ming quickly waved his hand, then asked, "By the way, may I ask your name, senior?"

The woman looked up, revealing a gentle smile, and said, "There's no need for such formality. My name is Ji Shichen, and I'm also a member of the Heaven's Will Palace. My zodiac sign is 'Rooster'."

Chapter 689 Fanfiction Introduction

Ji Shichen, nicknamed the Falling Star Diviner, is skilled in formations, archery, and Divine Arts. He worships the Boundless Divine Thought Supreme Heavenly Lord, also known as the God of Wisdom in folklore. He is one of the three high priests of the Mohist Religion, second only to the sect leader in status.

Ji Shichen's appearance is also very distinctive. Whether it's her round, large glasses, her thick, twisted braids, her star-shaped magic staff that's almost as tall as a person, her mature, peach-like figure, her simple dress that exudes a rustic charm, or her intellectual and wise demeanor, she leaves a deep impression on people.

Although her attire gave the impression of being unsophisticated, she was indeed born into an Aristocratic Clan family. However, she had only been interested in books since childhood and had no interest in anything else. Coupled with her status as an illegitimate child, she was an insignificant figure in the Lineage who was easily overlooked. It wasn't until she advanced to the Nascent Spirit Transformation at the age of thirty and became a priestess of the Mohist Religion that the Lineage realized that they had such an extraordinary person in their family.

Unfortunately, Ji Shichen's parents had both passed away by this time. The Lineage wanted to play the emotional card, but they were disappointed to find that they had no cards to play. No one in the family was close to her, and Ji Shichen had no interest in Lineage affairs. She only wanted to immerse herself in the ocean of knowledge and rejected the olive branch extended by the Lineage.

Thus, the Ji Lineage found themselves in a very awkward situation. Despite having a Spirit Transformation cultivator in charge, they couldn't wield power or gain any advantage. Out of respect for Ji Shichen, others wouldn't deliberately oppose them. The Ji Lineage remained stuck in this limbo, neither declining nor rising to prominence. They were at a level where they could dominate in the countryside but couldn't even make a ripple in the city. Under these circumstances, it was inevitable that the clansmen would harbor resentment towards Ji Shichen, but they would absolutely refuse to remove him from the clan.

After the battle with the Demon King, Si Ming learned about Senior Ji from Yu Shuying. Because of the connection with the Heaven's Will Palace, he had to call her Martial Uncle, even though she looked only a few years older than him, like a country girl who was good at studying in college.

"How did you manage to get her here?" Si Ming asked curiously.

Even among comrades of the Heaven's Will Palace, relationships vary in closeness. For example, Senior Zhu Hao had given guidance to Yan Jinghong when she was young, and they were half teacher and half friend. Xing Daozhuang, on the other hand, had a bad relationship with several members and never spoke to each other again. Ji Shichen, however, was the kind of person who had no conflicts with anyone, but was also not close to anyone. She seemed to be single-mindedly studying and had no interest in anything else.

Without hesitation, Yu Shuying replied, "I sent Hualiu. Haven't you noticed that Hualiu hasn't made any appearances lately?"

"I thought someone had forgotten about her... No, that's not what I want to ask. What I really want to know is why Senior Ji came to help?"

Yu Shuying pursed her lips. "How would I know? Originally, I invited Master and Uncle Zhu Hao as reinforcements, but in the end, it was Uncle Ji and the squad leader who came. Anyway, the plan succeeded, and the reason doesn't matter. If you want to know, just ask him yourself."

Si Ming should address Zhu Hao as "Shibo" (Master Uncle), while Yu Shuying only needs to address him as "Shishu" (Master Aunt), since the latter's master is the oldest among the members of the Heaven's Will Palace —although he looks the youngest.

Si Ming wasn't the kind of shut-in who would blush if he spoke to a beautiful woman. He looked around and found Ji Shichen sitting on a large rock by a stream, reading a book. She had hidden the Star Staff somewhere. Next to the rock were a pair of shoes and a pair of white cotton socks folded together.

The formation had just dissipated, and there were still pieces of ice and snow floating on the stream. The afternoon sun shone on the gurgling water, making it sparkle like starlight. A pair of snow-white feet gently swayed in the stream, making the starlight shimmer incessantly.

Sunlight, stream, beautiful woman, and books create a tranquil scene that is so captivating that just looking at it from afar can calm one's emotions and inspire the urge to read.

Si Ming walked over and asked, "Senior, what book are you reading?"

He had a plan in mind. Whether it was poetry, prose, or research on array formations and Divine Arts in his professional field, he could strike up a conversation and show off his literary interests. If it was the former, even better, he could use poetry from Earth to show off. If he took a step back, even if the other person read sentimental literature like "Zhiyin," he could respond with inspirational quotes, although judging from the other person's temperament, he felt that this senior was not the kind of person who would read such books.