Spirit Realm Malfunction

December 13th, cloudy.

Two days remained until the Slaughter Dungeon.

Inside the Mohist Mechanism City dungeon, Zhang Yuanqing and Lady of Three Paths Mountain fought fiercely. Neither used spells; they only condensed weapons with Solar Power and battled with martial techniques.

Zhang Yuanqing's attacks were domineering and wild, broad and forceful. Old Clapper, meanwhile, was soft on the outside yet strong within, her feathered robes fluttering as she moved with the grace of a startled swan.

It looked like something out of a wuxia novel: a cold, aloof fairy maiden wandering the martial world had encountered a lecherous villain. The villain was tyrannical and fierce, looking as though he would never stop pestering her until he had bedded the fairy.

Old Clapper sometimes launched rapid close-range attacks, sometimes leapt away and drew her bow to fire powerful shots. Zhang Yuanqing switched weapons at will, neutralizing every assault one by one.

After the two had traded blows for a long while, Old Clapper was the first to stop. She nodded in satisfaction.

"Your progress has been astonishing. You are one of the most gifted Night Wanderers I have ever seen."

Zhang Yuanqing was delighted, then immediately asked, "Master, who else have you seen with talent like mine?"

Old Clapper answered solemnly, "Your master, of course."

Zhang Yuanqing promptly bowed low. "Master has discerning eyes."

Not far away, Princess Yinyao hurriedly used the Cat King speaker to record this shameless exchange.

Old Clapper said, "Your Pure Yang Body Cleansing Record has already reached an advanced level. There will be no further improvement in the short term. You may return."

Zhang Yuanqing looked toward Princess Yinyao. "Should this unfilial disciple stay behind to keep Master company, or should I take her away?"

Old Clapper frowned and corrected him. "She is your senior sister."