The Rise of the Witch

The word "aftertaste" is wonderful.

Men and women savor the experience after rolling around in bed, and the same goes for sex.

Those who have narrowly escaped death are especially worth reflecting on, whether it's the lingering fear or the lessons learned, it all leads to personal growth.

Such growth as psychological state, inner feelings, self-reflection, etc., which cannot be reflected in the physical body, all belong to the spirit, and the spirit is growing!

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The Ganwei clan, a group of young people from the Suwenling organization, have experienced more than ten battles of varying sizes here, and each of them has grown to some extent.

Among them, Su Wenling's growth was particularly rapid. In just a few days, she had already progressed from the initial stage of the Cave Profound Realm to the middle stage and then to the later stage.

Such speed amazed those around her, who were completely won over.

In the path of immortal cultivation, aptitude is merely a threshold; how far and how fast one can progress ultimately depends on one's character and temperament!

Whether it was ten years of tedious recitation of the "Huang Ting Jing" or ten years of painstaking management of the Zhu Guo Mansion, it honed her character to a level of sophistication and clarity, revealing her profound inner qualities!

If the roc does not accumulate enough wind power under its wings, how can it soar straight up to ninety thousand miles?

This time, however, she was facing a demon lord, a black and white venomous snake as thick as a water bucket.

The others scattered and worked together in twos and threes to deal with the minor demons and monsters, but this black and white demon lord locked onto Su Wenling from the very beginning.

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Lan Nu wanted to step forward, but Su Wenling stopped her, whispering, "Aunt Lan, let me try!"

As she spoke, she stepped forward, facing the Demon Lord, and extended her slender fingers. The originally invisible spiritual power was now surrounded by spiritual light, entwining around her fingertips.

When mental power possesses spirituality, it is no longer limited to controlling objects and summoning spirits. It also possesses various mysterious aspects that are almost divine. This is called "divine thought," which also represents entering the realm of spirit guidance.

Su Wenling had not yet entered the Spirit Guiding Realm, but her mental power had already begun to faintly emit spiritual light and possess a trace of divine charm!

Seeing the light emanating from her fingertips, the giant venomous snake suddenly spat out a mouthful of poisonous mist. In an instant, a foul stench filled the air, and a suffocating pressure swept over, with black smoke rising and enveloping the space.

Those who were close by lost their footing, as if about to be blown away by the wind, and all retreated from the battle.

Lan Nu moved silently to one side, her slender body remaining as still as a mountain, blocking the gale and absorbing all the pressure.

Su Wenling faced the situation alone, her fingertips tracing lines of spiritual light in the void.

The poisonous mist spewed out by the black and white demon lord instantly transformed into red and black flames. These flames had no temperature, but they sent chills down one's spine, making one feel that these flames must be extremely insidious, and that if one were to come into contact with them, one would surely suffer a fate worse than death.

However, just as the flames were born, before they could transform into a sea of ​​fire and surge down, they were already enveloped by a silk net radiating spiritual light.

It's Suwenling's Torture Threads!

After her mental power acquired divine charm, the torture threads she further refined also had the feeling of transforming into a spiritual treasure.

That's why Su Wenling realized that she had underestimated her husband's hair from the very beginning.

The red and black poisonous flames were immediately covered by the spiritual silk net, and a hissing sound immediately rang out, as if water had been mixed into oil. Although they were flames, they were firmly netted as if they were solid objects, unable to break free.

A huge venomous snake hissed not far away, a hint of fear flashing in its cold eyes. It opened its massive jaws, about to retract the venomous fire.

A sudden gust of wind arose, and the surrounding trees all seemed to bend over like grass in the direction of the giant snake.

Legend has it that after a snake transforms into a dragon, its breath can form clouds, and its inhalation can form wind. This snake, though not yet a dragon, already possesses some of these qualities.

No wonder it's a monster from the Great Wilderness!

Su Wenling remained silent, her expression aloof. With a wave of her hand, the spiritual net extinguished the poisonous fire layer by layer.

This poisonous fire was obtained by the Black and White Demon Lord through a hundred years of arduous cultivation. It was formed from the poison within its body. Usually, when it spewed out the poisonous fire, it could turn the enemy's flesh into nourishment for the poisonous fire. Then, it could swallow the poisonous fire back to aid its cultivation.

Now that the poisonous fire has been extinguished, a hundred years of arduous cultivation will all be in vain. The Black and White Demon Lords were naturally unwilling to accept this. They were shocked and furious. With a roar, they rushed forward.

Su Wenling remained standing there motionless, and with a flick of her wrist, a strand of spirit floated there.

"cut!"

The strand of spiritual energy seemed to come alive as it shot through the air, straightening out and slashing down like a sword beam.

The Black and White Demon Lord, confident in his tough scales, charged forward without flinching, only to be struck squarely by the spiritual silk sword light.

The giant snake's head fell almost instantly, without any obstruction. A fountain of blood shot into the sky, and the snake's head rolled on the ground, its body still twisting wildly.

The spiritual thread, as if alive, wandered through the void, devouring all the blood gushing from the Demon Lord's head. Finally, it faintly emitted a red light and returned to the back of Su Wenling's head.

Her once black hair now had a single, blood-red strand appearing in the light of that single strand of spiritual hair.

The headless snake writhed and struggled wildly on the ground for a while before finally stopping, and the snake blood on the ground congealed into a black mass.

Su Wenling stroked her blood-red hair, standing there in a daze, speechless for a long time.

Even she herself did not expect that this strand of hair, driven by a divine power of thought, would have such power.

After an unknown amount of time, a sudden burst of cheers erupted from the surroundings.

"This young lady is awesome!"

"This young lady is amazing!"

"Even a mighty demon lord is no match for this young lady!"

"..."

Amid cheers, the group's fighting spirit soared, and within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, they had slain all the remaining minor demons and monsters.

Then they surrounded Su Wenling and showered her with praise...

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Not far away, a pine tree took root in the cliff face. A young man in brocade robes stood on the tip of the pine tree, his body as white as snow. He stood on the branch, swaying with the wind, his gaze seemingly transcending space, silently watching.

Upon seeing Su Wenling kill the Black and White Demon Lord with a single strand of spiritual energy, the young man's expression shifted slightly.

Then he lifted his foot and stepped into the void as if on solid ground. Just as he was about to take a second step, a glint of sword light was reflected in his pupils.

The next moment, the young man in the brocade robe scattered like a reflection in the water, and when he reappeared, he was standing at the highest point of the cliff, looking down.

A sword's cry suddenly rang out, and the green pines and rocks on the cliff silently cracked open and tumbled down.

At the foot of the cliff, Jiang Bing, holding an ancient and thick sword, looked up at the young man on the cliff top with a wary gaze, but his tone was relaxed as he said, "If the Demon King is itching for a fight, I'll keep him company. Why bother a junior?"

The brocade-robed demon king looked helpless and said, "These past few days you've been keeping an eye on me, letting those human children kill my subordinates for training. These subordinates may not be much, but killing too many will make me feel bad."

Jiang Bing laughed heartily and said, "What are you saying, Demon King? You rashly invaded the Nine Provinces from the Great Wilderness, causing chaos throughout the Nine Provinces. Didn't you think that we would feel sorry for you?"

The brocade-robed demon king shook his head and said, "The human and demon races have different stances, and I have no choice but to accept it. After dragging this out for so many days, do you really think I can't defeat you?"

"Whether we can win or not, let's fight first and see what happens!"

As soon as Jiang finished speaking, he leaped up and thrust his sword upwards. In the instant the sword was thrust out, it seemed as if space itself had cleaved it apart because of its incredible speed. One sword became two swords, two swords became four swords, four swords became eight swords, and eight swords became countless swords...

A rain of sword-like droplets poured down, each drop like a needle, enveloping the entire cliff peak. In an instant, the mountaintop was riddled with holes.

The figure of the brocade-robed demon king had already vanished.