Flame Spirit Ji

"This!"

Wang Shu and Jing Ni, who were hurrying over from afar, could not help but stare in shock at the scene before them.

"This little girl?"

Wang Shu wore an incredulous expression. He could clearly sense that there was not a trace of inner energy within the girl's body!

Yet the flames surrounding her were so dazzling and brilliant!

She stood amid the flames, but her tiny body seemed anything but ordinary!

"An ordinary person controlling fire?"

Wang Shu could not help but think of a possibility. Could this be some kind of superpower awakening?

Other than that, how else could one explain a girl without the slightest bit of inner energy being able to wield flames?

Nearly all the Han State soldiers around her had been turned into human torches by the little girl's flames, then reduced to ashes that scattered through the air.

After doing all this, the little girl collapsed from exhaustion and fell into the blazing fire.

"Go save her."

Wang Shu spoke, then used his lightness skill to leap into the raging flames. He looked at the girl, filthy from head to toe, and picked her up.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed another little boy on the ground, devoid of any sign of life. He seemed to understand something and took him away as well.

Baiyue's tower village had been completely swallowed by flames. Aside from the few scattered people who had escaped at the beginning,

most of the Baiyue people had been slaughtered by the Han State soldiers and buried within this hellish inferno.

Not long afterward, three or four figures descended from the sky. Leading them was a man with an exceedingly sinister appearance.

The man had flowing black hair, and his entire body radiated an evil aura.

Black markings shaped like poisonous fangs were painted across his cheek and the corners of his eyes, while a thick, dark chain resembling a venomous snake coiled around his back.

"Crown Prince, we have fallen into a trap! That Han An broke his word. For the sake of the Baiyue Treasure, he actually slaughtered our entire clan so frenziedly."

The speaker was a white-haired elder in gray robes. Hunched over and leaning on a serpent-shaped cane, he had eerie green eyes that gave off a chilling, sinister feeling.

"Yes, Crown Prince. Such a blood debt must be repaid."

Another person was wrapped entirely in a black robe, his true appearance obscured. He held a silver hooked iron staff, with a rusty dark-gold bell tied to its tip.

"This hatred cannot exist beneath the same sky! Han An, I, Tian Ze, will make you pay blood for blood!"

The man roared. The black chains behind him transformed into venomous snakes and thrashed violently, smashing the buildings in the surrounding sea of fire to pieces!

"Rumble!"

"Heh, blood for blood? You would need the ability to do it first!"

A faint chuckle came from the void. Beneath the moonlit night, a white-haired man dressed in red stood against the wind atop a towering tree, his skin as white as snow.

"Tian Ze, you rebels, surrender at once!"

From another direction, a fierce-looking armored man approached on horseback with several hundred soldiers!

The swords in their hands were stained with blood—the blood of innocent Baiyue people!

Tian Ze could even hear his people's cries of agony beneath those swords.

"Ji Wu Ye! Bai Yi Fei!"

Tian Ze roared, then controlled his chains and launched an attack at Bai Yi Fei!

"Overestimating yourself!"

Blood Cloak Marquis Bai Yi Fei curled his lips into a disdainful smile. A red sword and a white sword appeared in his hands, and astonishing cold air surged forth around him.

The tree he stood upon was frozen into an ice sculpture by the frost, while an ice bridge formed in the air.

Bai Yi Fei slowly walked down from the ice bridge, ethereal and detached, as though untouched by the mortal world!

Naturally, Wang Shu, who had left ahead of time, knew nothing of what happened between Tian Ze and Blood Cloak Marquis.

In a small rural village outside Xinzheng City, the villagers had received Jing Ni's help some time ago and were deeply grateful to her.

After saving the little girl, Wang Shu had nowhere to go for the time being.

If they went to an inn, there was still the little boy who had been dead for quite some time by their side. He seemed to be the little girl's close relative, so it would be very inconvenient.

Thus, Jing Ni ultimately suggested that they stay in the village for a while.

The villagers naturally welcomed them warmly. The village chief led several villagers in cleaning up a house that had stood vacant for a long time for them to live in. All their daily necessities had been prepared as well.

Inside the small wooden house, the little girl had been unconscious for an entire night. By morning, her bodily functions had more or less returned to normal. Her heartbeat, pulse, and breathing were stabilizing, and she showed signs of waking up.

At that moment, Wang Shu watched the little girl's delicate sleeping face. Though she was still young, he could tell that she would surely grow into a great beauty!

Moreover, this little girl gave him a familiar feeling! And she could play with fire too. Just who was she?

Jing Ni watched from the side, her gaze gentle as she lightly stroked the little girl's forehead.

Wang Shu could tell that Jing Ni liked children very much, so... ahem.

"No!"

The little girl suddenly cried out and opened her bright, sparkling eyes, which were filled with terror!

"Little brother!"

The little girl kept muttering, her face panicked. But this was no longer Baiyue; it was a completely unfamiliar place.

Life was beautiful!

The little girl had been beautiful and tranquil while unconscious, but after waking up, she possessed a different kind of beauty!

Her features were exquisite and flawless, her small oval face still carrying a hint of baby fat.

Her bright black eyes were as bewitching as a fox's, captivating one's soul. Though she was so young, she had already revealed the potential to bring chaos to the world.

"Who are you?"

The little girl noticed the two strangers before her, and her little face immediately became wary.

"If we hadn't saved you, you would likely have already been buried in that sea of fire," Wang Shu said.

"You saved me?"

The little girl asked. She remembered losing control because of her little brother's death. Then, it seemed she had burned those Han State soldiers to death with flames, and after that, she remembered nothing.

"Child, although we saved you, there are no survivors left from your clan. When we arrived, there was no one else there besides you," Jing Ni said.

"Our home is gone, Father and Mother are dead, and Little Brother... is dead too?"

The little girl cried sorrowfully, crystalline tears continuously sliding down from the corners of her narrow eyes.

"When I saved you, I also brought back the little boy beside you.

Because he had not been dead for long, his body was still relatively intact.

Hurry and go see him. Then give him a proper burial, so he can rest in peace," Wang Shu said.

The little girl looked at Wang Shu with gratitude. Then, with Jing Ni's help, she got out of bed to see her little brother one last time.

That afternoon, on a small hill outside the village, the villagers helped dig a grave for the girl's little brother and bury him.

As though a burden had been lifted from her heart, the little girl's face showed a strength and maturity that did not match her age. She wiped away her tears and solemnly said to Wang Shu and Jing Ni:

"Big Brother, Big Sister, thank you."

"You're welcome, little sister. What is your name?"

A gentle smile appeared on Jing Ni's face, making her seem both dependable and beautiful.

The little girl thought for a moment, then said earnestly with a serious little face:

"My name is Flame Spirit Ji!"

"...?" Wang Shu.

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