Lin Xuan sighed, his brows knitting slightly. Though he knew perfectly well Yue'er would never deceive him, he still had some doubts about her identity.
With this girl's soft, delicate appearance, could she truly have ruled the Underworld in her previous life?
Led a million demons and ghosts, slaughtered her way through the Spirit World until rivers of blood ran, and even held true immortals in contempt, fighting them head-on despite being outnumbered?
Doubts were doubts, but now was not the moment to dig deeper. Lin Xuan's eyes widened as he shouted, "Yue'er, what are you standing there for? Go!"
"Oh!"
The little girl froze, then finally came back to herself. Staying here would do no good. Getting the Asura God Blood into her hands as soon as possible was the greatest help she could give Young Master.
Biting her pearly teeth, Yue'er's figure flickered, transforming into a wailing gust of yin wind as she turned and pounced toward the pink light curtain.
Thud, thud, thud...
Dull impacts rang in his ears. The azure Sword Qi offered up by the Mysterious Venerable of the Nine Heavens had crashed violently into the ice wall Lin Xuan had laid down.
Spiritual light flickered. Cracks thicker than fingers appeared across the surface of the ice wall, and then, with a crash, the entire wall shattered. But those strands of Sword Qi had also become bolts at the end of their flight. Lin Xuan's eyes flashed as he poured magic power into the Nine Heavens Bright Moon Ring, and a hazy white hurricane immediately appeared before him, easily swallowing up the remaining Sword Qi.
With this slight delay, the yin wind Yue'er had transformed into had already touched the pink light curtain. This restriction was something even mighty cultivators of the Spirit World could