The female cultivator crouched on a tree branch, her face cold as she watched the woman below, who was no different from a thief or a bandit.
Nothing that woman carried belonged to her, yet the shameless creature used it all as though it were rightfully hers.
Worst of all, she was now using those stolen and plundered possessions to entice other cultivators into risking their lives for her.
But that hardly mattered. They would all die in the end anyway.
Perhaps she should even thank Shui Rao'er for sparing her life. Otherwise, how would she have found a chance to take revenge on them?
At the thought of Shui Rao'er, the female cultivator's expression grew even more sinister. Still, enemies ought to be dealt with one at a time, shouldn't they?
Her dagger flashed silver as she flipped it in her hand and stabbed at Ming Yun again.
This time, however, Ming Yun was clearly prepared, and the female cultivator paid a price for her ambush.
The cause was the lamp that had withstood her strike.
The lamp gave off an ink-green glow, with a sinister aura coiling around it. Dark and terrifying, it was clearly no ordinary magic treasure.
Her earlier strike had left even her life-bound treasure showing faint signs of scorching.
The female cultivator had to admit that the lamp was formidable, at least above the level of a spirit treasure.
But where had a righteous cultivator like Ming Yun obtained a Netherworld Lamp?
She never had the chance to ask. Instead, once Li Yishi saw that the danger had passed, he voiced the question.
"A Netherworld Lamp? Ming Yun, why aren't you using your life-bound flying sword?"
Ming Yun looked aggrieved. "I didn't want to use this lamp either, but you saw what happened just