[Qin Family Xiaoyu: The High God is the High God, and Yaoyao is a little fairy. Nothing wrong with that.]
[Bu Wenli: Wait, what about Wanqing?]
[Monkey King: Wanqing is the fairy's best friend. That makes her a fairy bestie!]
Chen Siyao glanced at the chat and couldn't stop laughing. Tightening her grip on the Parasol Wood Sword, she headed to the next apartment.
Every apartment held soul entities, some more than others: two or three at the least, seven or eight at the most. Chen Siyao grew more proficient with every fight, the parasol wood sword moving ever more nimbly in her hands. Her initial awkwardness gave way to smooth, flowing movements.
She realized she didn't need to aim or think. The sword would find the soul entities' weak points on its own. All she had to do was swing.
On the Twenty-Ninth Floor, nine soul entities crowded one apartment. Instead of scattering, they clustered together like a writhing lump of black flesh. Chen Siyao stood in the doorway, took a deep breath, gripped her sword with both hands, and charged inside.
She moved like the wind, sword light bursting through the darkness. One strike, two, three... Wherever the golden light reached, the soul entities curled, blackened, and vanished like burning scraps of paper.
The last soul entity tried to flee through the doorway, but Chen Hao's Soul-Suppressing Art knocked it back, sending it crashing at Chen Siyao's feet. She looked down at it and raised her sword.
"Wait." Chen Hao's voice came from behind her.
Chen Siyao's sword stopped in midair.
The Soul Entity curled up on the floor, trembling all over. Her face was clearer than those of the earlier Soul Entities, her features distinguishable—it was a middle-aged woman, with visible wrinkles at the corners of her