Wenren Yi, Ceramic Domain

"Zhou Zhe, you're finally here."

The person who spoke was a tall, slender young girl.

Her skin was fair, and she wore a Daoist robe. She had two eyes, two ears, one nose, and one mouth.

From the parts not covered by clothing, she looked much like an Earthling, and she was very beautiful.

This person was, of course, Wenren Yi from Xuanji Star in the Dongcang Cultivation Star Circle.

Wenren Yi narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, her gaze fixed on Zhou Zhe. A flying sword circled around her, exuding a sharp and powerful aura. "Come here and accept your death!"

There was no prior enmity between them, yet only one of them could survive.

"Where does all that confidence come from?"

"Weren't you just trying to find a way out before... I wonder who it was that told me not to destroy her soul after killing her..."

Zhou Zhe glanced at her a couple of times, then shifted his gaze to a small, grey-skinned native nearby, dressed in a flashy golden coat. "Hold on a moment, no rush. I need to say a few words to the Silent One first."

Tsk...

He's really short.

Judging by his height, he's only about 1.3 meters tall, and he's wearing shoes with soles so thin they're not even half a centimeter thick.

Combined with his standard poker face, showing no outward emotion, Zhou Zhe guessed this must be the Silent One.

"Oh... alright."

"Then hurry up, and I'll send you on your way after you're done talking."

After speaking those two sentences, Wenren Yi vaguely felt that something was off.

Her thoughts seemed a bit sluggish...

Come to think of it, why did she agree to Zhou Zhe's unreasonable request to waste time?

Her mind was a mess.

She didn't dwell on it, attributing it to the natural nervousness one feels when facing a strong enemy.

This reaction, however, caught Zhou Zhe's attention.

After a moment of thought, he realized it was the effect of the [Museum Destroyer] title.

[Museum Destroyer - Within 100 meters, enemy's IQ is reduced by 10%.]

It was only ten percent...

Zhou Zhe had originally considered it just a bonus to his Legend Points, never imagining it could have such a terrifying effect of intellectual suppression!

It was an unexpected pleasant surprise.

"Earthling, Zhou Zhe."

The 1.3-meter-tall grey-skinned Kindling person looked deeply at Zhou Zhe. "I am the Silent One."

He seemed to have not spoken for a long time, and his voice felt awkward as it emerged.

"I originally intended to help you eliminate Wenren Yi."

"This arrogant female human has personally killed 315 natural persons in the Kindling World these past few days, attempting to subdue us with force and make us her pawns."

"But just now, I received news of Jack Clark's death."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhe smiled gently and gave the Silent One an encouraging look. "How about it? If you want revenge, you need to seize the opportunity. Miss this chance, and you won't get another."

The Silent One's eyelids twitched slightly, as if suppressing his emotions. He spoke calmly, "Jack Clark is dead, so be it."

"My lifespan is projected to be another 1300 years. I can completely breed more outstanding descendants."

"I will not help Wenren Yi, nor will I be friends with someone who kills my descendants."

"However, you can rest assured that I will not seek revenge against you in any way."

"Hatred is the source of pain and disaster."

"You... deal with it yourselves."

The Silent One acted very rationally and his stance was clear.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked away, as if he didn't want to spend another second with Zhou Zhe or Wenren Yi.

"So cold-blooded..."

Zhou Zhe, with no idea where he got the nerve, commented on him. "Emotional detachment, perhaps that's the drawback of an immortal race?"

Wenren Yi, standing opposite him, suddenly interjected, "The lifespan of people in the Kindling World is generally short, with an average life expectancy of only about 110 years."

"The Silent One is an exception."

"He has stolen most of this world's resources to sustain himself, forcibly extending his own lifespan."

Wenren Yi felt that her condition was a bit off.

It was somewhat similar to how she felt after drinking all the spiritual wine her senior brother had brewed on the day her sect was destroyed, that slightly tipsy sensation.

She remembered that faint sense of euphoria, forgetting all worries and pain, feeling lightheaded and not needing to think about anything.

The words hidden in her heart, she couldn't help but want to speak them aloud, to have someone to vent her emotions to.

Whether that target was the air or a stone, it didn't matter.

"I really envy you..."

"As an Earthling, you don't have to face sect competition, nor do you have to worry about your sect being wiped out."

Wenren Yi spoke, the flying swords circling her body spinning faster and faster, turning into a faint purple stream of light that enveloped her: "I was born into a very, very small sect."

"It's called the Luoxia Sect."

"My master was kind and benevolent, often treating and healing the villagers below the mountain, practicing medicine to save lives. When he encountered patients with empty houses, he would also give them some worldly money."

"My senior brothers and sisters doted on me. To forge a life-bound flying sword for me, they traveled nearly half of Xuanji Star to gather the materials."

"The junior brothers and sisters below were all very endearing, so sensible that it pained the heart. They never complained about the sect's lack of spirit stones or the inferior quality of elixirs. In their spare time from cultivation, they worked hard to make blank talismans to supplement the sect's needs."

"But..."

"That day..."

"They all died."

Wenren Yi's eyes turned red, with a hint of a sob: "Only I, only I, this good-for-nothing! Because I was chosen to be a Cosmic Gladiator and fought on other planets, I barely survived, I was lucky to be alive."

"Sometimes, I wonder—if the ones who survived were the more outstanding senior brother and third senior sister, would the Luoxia Sect have long since regained its glory?"

"Sorry, I've said too much."

Wenren Yi closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes flickered with brilliant divine light: "I have sworn an oath, I must avenge everyone! And restore the Luoxia Sect!"

"Before completing my mission, I absolutely cannot stop!"

"Zhou Zhe, you are strong, very strong!"

"So strong that someone like me, who has suppressed my evaluation to Black Iron Five Stars for many matches and possesses Bronze Level combat power, wouldn't dare to say I could definitely win."

"But my life doesn't just belong to me."

"Victory! Victory! I only want victory!"

"Even if it means resorting to any means necessary, I must survive until the end!"

"So... even if it's an unfair victory, borrowing someone else's strength, winning through despicable means, and defiling my Dao heart, I won't hesitate!"

Wenren Yi took a deep breath, took out something that looked like a white pill from her pocket, crushed it violently, and shouted: "Descend..."

"Ceramic Domain!"

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