Shangguan Feiyun and Yuan Wuliang hurried to Plain Mountain. At the same time, within the range of the communication jade pendant was Xuantong, the head of Prajna Hall at Shaolin Temple, known as the "Prajna Venerable."
Xuantong's arrival in Runan Circuit had been an accident. Shaolin Temple was quite strict in choosing disciples. Although vast numbers of disciples flocked to Shaolin Temple every year, the heads of its various halls still went out from time to time—first, to travel the Jianghu and temper their states of mind, and second, to select qualified disciples for Shaolin Temple.
Yuan Hui was the most outstanding disciple of Shaolin Temple's generation, and his character and conduct were beyond reproach. Now that he had suddenly seen Yuan Hui's plea for help, Xuantong could no longer concern himself with anything else and immediately rushed toward Plain Mountain.
Meanwhile, within the space beneath Plain Mountain, Qingli's primordial spirit had completely attached itself to Xin'er's primordial spirit. Since Xin'er had also completely relinquished control over her body, Qingli was now controlling Xin'er. This gave Xin'er's eyes a faint jade-green tint, making her look like a fox at a glance.
"Tsk, tsk. Human bodies really are pathetically weak, but this will barely do."
As "Xin'er" spoke, she drew the longsword in her hand and thrust it forward. It was clearly an utterly ordinary strike, yet everyone present sensed an unusual profundity within it.
With a single sweep of her sword, a corpse demon fell to the ground. Everyone present was astonished.
Previously, they had needed to strike with all their strength just to kill one corpse demon, while spending nearly all their remaining time defending passively.
But Xin'er, with Qingli controlling her body, was different. She slaughtered corpse demons as easily as chopping melons and vegetables, killing dozens of