Qiao Ranran had a headache too. After the Demon Beast chased her for a while, she discovered what was unusual about the one Pei Ling had chosen for her. It truly had the Mighty Pressure and strength of the Golden Core Stage, but it was none too bright. It only knew how to charge straight ahead, and it did not attack often, leaving her plenty of time to think and dodge.
But she was in a bind. Her Spell Arts struck the Demon Beast with all the force of a tickle. They did no damage at all and only made it angrier, so it kept chasing her.
As for the sword in her hand, she had never formally trained with one in either of her previous two lives. It was hard enough not to cut herself while holding it. Asking her to fight with it was asking too much.
The Crimson Grass Sword was different, though. Since forming a contract with it, she had never stopped refining it with Spiritual Power. She could feel the connection between them, so she would not injure herself while wielding it.
As her thoughts shifted, the sword followed her intent. Her movements still had no method to them, but they grew much smoother.
Qiao Ranran controlled the flow of her Spiritual Power, gripping the sword in one hand and forming seals with the other. Her Spell Arts could distract the Demon Beast, but even when her blade struck it, she could not inflict any real damage. Seeing the Crimson Grass Sword leave only harmless gray marks on its body, she was quite sure its defenses were inversely proportional to its intelligence.
How could she break through its defenses?
Once her initial panic and fear passed, Qiao Ranran gradually calmed down. She dodged the Demon