A streak of plain white stood alone.
Her face, as if carved from ice and jade, bore a faint natural flush without a touch of rouge. Her flowing white robes, broad-sleeved and ethereal, were cinched at the waist, outlining a perfectly balanced figure—neither too slender nor too full. Her aloof bearing called to mind moonlight over a cold pool and snow blanketing green pines.
Looks, figure, temperament—Shang Qingmeng more than deserved her title as a fairy maiden.
Xiang Yuan looked her over and nodded inwardly. Then, on a sudden suicidal impulse, he wanted to tell Xiao Lingyue: See that? She's no improper woman—she's one of the very best. With a lover like her, even my wife gets to bask in the glory.
Shang Qingmeng was cold and sparing with words. Her eyes, placid as ancient wells, swept over the Unrivaled Palace ranks—then suddenly became like an ice lake splitting open, cold gleams bursting forth. The Spirit Transformation female cultivators shuddered in unison, feeling as though invisible Sword Qi had already been pressed to their throats.
The great demon king had descended, bringing a crushing blow from a higher plane. The ranks of Unrivaled Palace, who had been cheering with joy, promptly calmed down.
It was no illusion. The Unrivaled Palace cultivators had felt correctly: in the Dao Sword Realm, heaven and earth became the sword. Invisible blades truly rested against their necks.
With Shang Qingmeng's temperament, she normally would not have acted like this. But Ziping's dejected expression after her defeat had made her rather displeased.
What was there for you to be dejected about? You were the one who failed to work hard. You guarded such a great medicinal treasure and still accomplished nothing.
Look at Xiao Lingyue across from you. She was so young, had no outside aid