Fighting Spirit

Shen Ranxi had no time to deal with it, but then inspiration struck. Maybe she could draw something that would stop him?

"System, I want to draw a prize!"

A lottery wheel appeared before Shen Ranxi and began to spin. Her nerves instantly stretched to the limit; she clenched her teeth so hard that her nails dug into her palms, leaving them bloody and mangled.

I have to draw something that can stop him. I have to!!!

But she did not know that one of her golden eyes was gradually being stained black, and her gaze was slowly becoming indifferent.

A second before that eye was completely soaked in black, it stopped...

[Congratulations, Host. You have drawn False Premise Theft. This is an overdraft skill. The River of Time is far too vast. With this skill, you become a Time Thief, able to steal the Soul Power and skills of your future "self." The price is that the "you" being stolen from loses twice the Soul Power and the stolen skill is disabled for five days.]

Shen Ranxi understood. She could not know what would happen at the time she stole from. If nothing happened to her future self, then she would merely be weakened for two days.

But if her future self was fighting, it could be a matter of life and death.

[Host, do you wish to use it? If you agree, please select a time marker. The stronger the version of yourself you choose, the greater the price you will pay.]

Of course... she would use it.

"Choose the time when my future self obtains a Level Forty Soul Ring. Steal the First Soul Skill and Fourth Soul Skill." At that point, she probably would not have provoked anyone too powerful.

Just as the Cloaked Man raised his hand to absorb everyone's flesh and blood, Shen Ranxi's heart filled with hatred as deep as an abyss.

"Use it immediately!!!"

A burst of white light wrapped around Shen Ranxi.

The black faded from her pupils, turning them golden once more. Her killing gaze fixed unblinkingly on the Cloaked Man's movements.

Revenge had to be taken on the spot. Letting an enemy live for one extra second was already mercy.

The next second, Shen Ranxi's body began to heat up. Strange power flooded through her, and the Golden Cudgel appeared in her hand of its own accord.

[You'd better hurry~ Otherwise, you'll be the one who dies.]

That tone made Shen Ranxi feel that something was wrong, but she had no time to think deeply about it.

Such a huge disturbance naturally alerted the Cloaked Person. The hand preparing to absorb the corpses lowered, and he looked up.

"Hehehe, so it's just a little brat. What, you want revenge? Hahaha, a little pastry delivered right to my door. Then I'll gladly accept it." He even put on airs and gave a slight bow.

The Cloaked Man looked up and met her eyes. It felt as though two blazing flames burned within them, making his mocking words catch in his throat.

Yet he still did not take her seriously. His gaze swept over the golden staff in her hand. She had probably only just awakened her Martial Soul; how powerful could she be?

Shen Ranxi raised the Golden Cudgel and assumed the first stance of the Illusion-Breaking Cudgel Technique—Wind Break.

"I don't care who you are. God, demon, or devil, you hurt my family. Go to hell!!!" She charged toward him at blinding speed, and the Fighting Spirit to crush everything beneath her feet made her faster and faster.

Raging fury burned hot within her chest. Killing someone or not killing someone—she was completely beyond caring.

Startled by her, the man came to his senses and flew into a rage. He summoned his Martial Soul. "Come out, Bloodthirsty Lone Wolf. Tear apart this ant who dares provoke us!" He was actually a Three-Ringed Great Soul Master.

"First Soul Skill, Soul Rend Claw."

The man's face turned grave the instant they clashed. There was something strange about this little brat's staff; it seemed capable of suppressing his Soul Power.

In contrast, the corner of Shen Ranxi's mouth curled higher and higher, her smile filled with malice toward him.

"Become my nourishment~ Hehehe." The man sneered.

Shen Ranxi twisted aside to evade his fist. She knew full well that she lacked the Physical Fitness of a body strengthened by Soul Power, so she could not engage him in close combat.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Sea-Calming Divine Needle." The instant she spoke, the man's Eyes Widened in terror.

This Soul Skill could form a massive confinement field within fifteen square meters centered on her, slowing enemies for one minute.

"Impossible! How old are you? How could you already have a Fourth Soul Skill? Absolutely impossible! You're faking it! You have to be faking it."

The two steps he took backward and his trembling pupils exposed the terror in the Cloaked Man's Inner Heart.

Shen Ranxi ignored him entirely. "First Soul Skill, Myriad Shadows, Thousand Layers." The next second, staff shadows filled the sky and battered him.

Amid dull, repeated impacts, the Cloaked Man could almost hear the cracking sound of his own bones shattering.

He curled up in a dark corner amid the flying dust, baring his teeth as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Shen Ranxi knew that when an enemy was down, she had to finish him off! She could not give him a chance to catch his breath.

She kicked out with her leg, raised her staff, and swung it forward.

Squinting against the moonlight, the man seemed to see a figure behind the little brat—a Monkey holding an even larger staff, standing tall behind her.

He stomped with both feet and rolled away. Anger flashed through his eyes. This was too humiliating. To be forced into such a state by a little brat...

He lifted his head and stared at Shen Ranxi. "How... how do you have a Fourth Soul Skill? You... you can't possibly be a Soul Elder. Either you're an Evil Soul Master like me, right?"

Shen Ranxi said nothing and simply continued attacking.

Seeing that she was not distracted, he could only continue his assault.

"Third Soul Skill: Nether Claw." The wolf appeared to pounce quickly, but in reality, it moved slowly.

"Myriad Shadows, Thousand Layers."

The man vomited blood and crashed to the ground. Shen Ranxi swung her staff faster and faster. "Want to know? I have no habit of answering questions for defeated opponents. Take your questions to hell!"

For Auntie Pang, Uncle Chen, Village Chief Grandpa...

Only after confirming that he had stopped breathing did Shen Ranxi finally lose the strength to hold on. With a "pfft," she spat out a mouthful of blood.

She was already at the end of her strength. Even though the system had helped her temporarily gain power, it was not something her current body could endure.

Those few short minutes had nearly made her Explode and Die, her meridians completely severed.

With all her strength gone, she collapsed toward the ground. She thought this ruined body of hers was about to suffer even worse injuries, but the next second, she fell onto something soft. It felt as though she had returned to her mother's embrace. It was so warm.

Two slender little hands extended from either side of the soft cushion beneath her, securing her in place. Then it flew up, carrying her somewhere clean.

Mm, mm?! It's flying! Only then did Shen Ranxi realize she was moving. She opened her eyes and saw that she was flying.

With difficulty, she looked down. It was the Somersault Cloud...

Seeing her look over, the Somersault Cloud gave a shy smile and held her tighter.

Shen Ranxi relaxed and turned her head to rub against it.

Sensing its Master's affection, the Somersault Cloud happily narrowed its eyes.

Shen Ranxi looked up at the sky, where scattered stars glittered.

So beautiful... what a pity...

Tears silently spilled past the reddened corners of her eyes, glinting with fragmented silver light beneath the moonlight...

No one noticed her trembling fingertips.