Fine Snow

Fine Snow

"Yes, you take command. I'm a sword cultivator, and your senior brother is a body cultivator. Once we start fighting, we won't be able to focus on anything else. But I've seen that you're quite talented at command, Junior Sister, and you have Divine Ability: Command, so you should command us."

"What's Divine Ability: Command?"

"You'll know once you use it."

Senior Sister's reasoning was sound, but Iron Man still didn't want to take on the job.

She knew her limits. She was just a shabby Iron Man; the puppet shell she'd bought with a two-hundred-year loan was all she owned. Putting her in command of a battle would only boost the local funeral industry's business.

But she soon realized that she was dreaming.

Nothing before her was real. It was only an Illusion woven by the old master.

Having figured that out, she immediately stopped being afraid and nodded. "Okay! Leave it to me, Senior Sister!"

Senior Sister nodded approvingly and continued, "With Meteor Descent, our cultivation and the power of our techniques are restricted. At most, we're only at Foundation Establishment Perfection. My Sword Light can no longer kill enemies easily, and a body cultivator's fists no longer possess the power to split mountains and shatter rocks. Junior Sister, you need to pay close attention."

"I understand, Senior Sister."

"Good, let's go!"

Senior Sister took a step back, drew her dharma sword, stepped into the Seven Stars stance, and formed a hand seal. A layer of red baleful energy immediately wrapped around her sword.

Senior Brother, the body cultivator, inhaled and exhaled. His essence, energy, and spirit merged into one and swiftly reached equilibrium. He seemed even more imposing, his gaze steadier, carrying an air that inspired trust.

Once they were ready, the two turned to