Li Xin did not mind.
He casually found a spacious Mechanical Recliner and sat down.
The three women immediately gathered around him.
Xiao Qiao knelt beside his legs, diligently massaging them with her little hands.
Those Beautiful Legs were casually crossed, her skirt slipping down to reveal a large expanse of snowy-white skin.
Da Qiao stood behind him, her boneless little hands gently pressing his temples.
The faint sea breeze aura on her body, mixed with an orchid-like body fragrance, drifted straight into Li Xin's nose.
Gongsun Li was unwilling to be outdone as well.
She put away her Paper Umbrella, obediently peeled a Spirit Fruit, and held it to Li Xin's lips.
"My lord, try this. Ali specially saved it for you."
Li Xin opened his mouth and took the fruit, casually giving Gongsun Li's fingertip a gentle bite.
Gongsun Li cried out, her pretty face instantly flushing crimson.
Her long rabbit ears suddenly stood upright, trembling slightly in an adorably charming way.
Li Xin laughed heartily, in excellent spirits.
Just then.
The light in the sky outside changed once more.
The previously gentle golden and moon-white radiance vanished in an instant.
Replacing them was an exceedingly sharp, icy silver gleam.
The light was like shattered glass, carrying a sharpness that seemed capable of slicing apart space.
Li Xin's smile faded as he raised his head to look at the Heavenly Curtain.
A new ranking was about to be announced.
[Martial Soul Ranking, Ninth Place]
Several large silver characters appeared in the air as though carved by knife and axe.
Every stroke resembled a sharp blade drawn from its sheath.
Immediately afterward.
Countless mirrors emerged in the picture.
These mirrors were not whole, instead displaying a fractured sort of beauty.
They danced through the air, combined, and refracted countless dazzling streaks of light and shadow.
[Ranked Person: Jing] [Martial Soul: Mirror of the Void] [Martial Soul Quality: God Level] [Martial Soul Traits: Space Refraction, Image Clone, Absolute Cut]
The picture shifted.
A woman with neat short hair appeared before everyone's eyes.
She wore a form-fitting Combat Suit that outlined her agile, flawless figure.
Her gaze was cold as a blade, as if nothing in this world could shake her resolve.
Behind her, an enormous Shattered mirror surface slowly rotated.
Countless reflections of her appeared within it.
Every one of them radiated deadly killing intent.
Seeing that familiar figure, a trace of surprise flashed through Li Xin's eyes.
"Jing?"
"She came too?"
Li Xin was indeed somewhat surprised.
Ever since emerging from his seclusion this time, he had not seen this assassin from Xuan Yong.
He had thought she was still carrying out missions in Chang'an City, never expecting her to be on the Douluo Continent as well.
"My lord, didn't you know?"
As Gongsun Li helped Li Xin straighten his collar, she softly explained,
"Sister Jing actually arrived long ago."
"It is just that she has always preferred to act alone and dislikes joining in the excitement, so she has been operating in secret."
"But rest assured."
A trace of mischief flashed in Gongsun Li's ruby-like eyes.
"Wonderful Sound Workshop's intelligence network has long since spread out."
"We delivered news of your emergence from seclusion to every companion at the first opportunity."
"Before long, Sister Jing will surely come to find you herself."
A violent wind swept up Yellow Sand, ravaging the wilderness of the Far West Land.
This was one of the most remote wastelands of the Douluo Continent, known as the "Graveyard of the Fallen."
Crumbled walls and broken ruins appeared and disappeared amid the sandstorm. Occasionally, half of a massive stone pillar emerged, covered in ancient writing long eroded into illegibility.
The air was filled with a scent of decay mixed with dryness.
Upon these lifeless ruins, a figure stood quietly.
Jing raised her head, her gaze passing through the endless sandstorm before landing on the enormous Light Screen in the sky.
Even upon seeing her name ranked ninth, her exquisite yet valiant face showed no unnecessary expression.
There was no delight, no surprise. It was as though she were reading insignificant intelligence.
The wind stirred her neat silver short hair, revealing a pair of eyes lonelier than cold stars.
Several massive mirror shard fragments floated slowly in the void behind her, gently pulsing with the rhythm of her breathing.
To Jing, her ranking was unimportant.
What mattered was that she had finally found the hiding place of that person.
The target she had pursued for three full years.
Three years ago, someone calling himself the "Emissary of God" appeared at the border of Xuan Yong.
Under the guise of spreading divine grace, he was in truth a Demon through and through.
Wherever he went, villages were slaughtered, men were killed, and women were humiliated to death.
Even Jing, who had long been accustomed to life and death, could not help tightening her grip on her Mirror Blade when she first witnessed such horrific scenes.
She had acted.
In that battle, she had already forced that beast into a desperate corner.
Mirror Shards severed his limbs, and she was about to cut off his head.
But at that very instant.
A vast Golden Divine Power descended from the sky, so immense it changed the color of heaven and earth.
That power had not come to attack Jing, but to protect that piece of trash.
Jing watched helplessly as the golden light wrapped around that crippled villain and directly tore through space to escape.
That was the power of a God.
A true Deity had interfered in mortal grievances.
From that day onward, Jing began a long pursuit.
Even with a Deity protecting him, she would never give up.
This was not merely for those dead Vengeful Souls, but also to uphold the path in her heart.
Absolute order could not permit such filth to exist.
After three years of painstaking investigation, she had finally locked onto her target within these ancient ruins.
Jing withdrew her gaze from the Heavenly Curtain and cast it once more toward the bottomless entrance to the ruins beneath her feet.
Killing someone was far too easy for her now.
None of the rewards displayed by the Heavenly Curtain just now, whether divine artifacts or Soul Bones, could stir her heart in the slightest.
She only wanted to know one thing now.
Which lofty God stood behind that blood-soaked piece of trash!
Meanwhile, in Heaven Dou City.
Within a Secret Chamber in a Side Hall of the Imperial Palace, the atmosphere was oppressive to the extreme.
Tang San sat in the seat of honor, his expression so gloomy it seemed water could drip from it.
Ever since watching Yang Guifei's Live Broadcast, the Evil Fire within his body had been raging nonstop. He had only barely suppressed it with the Mysterious Heaven Skill.
Just then, the doors of the Secret Chamber were pushed open with a stagger.
"Xiao San! Xiao San!"
A shrill cry instantly shattered the Deathly Stillness in the room.
Tang San abruptly looked up.
A middle-aged man in ragged clothes, covered in blood, rolled inside.
It was Yu Xiaogang.
At that moment, the Grandmaster had none of his usual composed bearing as someone who guided the world.
His hair was a mess like a bird's nest, his face was covered in dust and dried blood, and his signature robe had been torn into strips of rags.
He looked like a beggar who had just crawled out of a crowd of refugees.
"Teacher?"
Tang San was startled. He quickly rose and rushed forward, catching Yu Xiaogang as he swayed on the verge of collapse.
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