Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

Then let's cripple them all!

—The instant this thought arose.

A silver arrow streaked past, terrifying lightning flashing rapidly along its trajectory, accompanied by a whooshing sound in the air, transforming into a dazzling movie.

call out!

The sharp arrow of spiritual energy grazed the woman's cheek with perfect precision before finally embedding itself in the distant wall.

Yunping was stunned, and Zhang Ruoxue was stunned as well.

Neither of them made a move...

The one who made the move was the silver-haired girl standing beside them, dressed in a black and white maid outfit, with an extremely cold face, and holding a longbow magic weapon.

Blood dripped slowly from the woman's terrified face. Although the arrow had not hit her directly, it had still slashed her cheap face, which was thickly covered with rouge and powder.

"Take it back."

The girl raised her head, and the coldness emanating from her black eyes was the same as Yun Ping's.

As if it were a command—

"What you just said..."

Completely unexpected.

A silver-haired, timid girl who is incredibly cowardly in the face of battle...

At this moment, however, he was filled with rage as he stared at the several wealthy young men in front of him, whose backgrounds were incredibly powerful.

It was simply because they called Zhang Ruoxue "crippled".

The bowstring was pulled to its fullest extent.

Purple lightning mingled with the silver spiritual energy arrows, the sharp spiritual energy surging wildly like a spring.

The girl looked at the group of young masters who were stunned by her actions—without any fear.

"Take back those words that insulted my junior sister Ruoxue!"

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A perfect 4,000-word chapter

Senior Sister Yu Chan is definitely going to be handsome (just kidding).

98. Entanglement

Ye Yuchan's words truly shocked everyone.

Not to mention those rich kids who were hurling insults, even Zhang Ruoxue and Yun Ping, who were traveling with Ye Yuchan, didn't expect that it would be Ye Yuchan who would make a move at this moment.

Isn't this girl always been quite timid...?

Whether it was the battle against the Dragon Spirit or the trial in the Seven Dream Tree, Ye Yuchan basically ran the whole time, only fighting with all her might when she was exhausted.

A fighting style primarily based on evasion is the only natural approach for Ye Yuchan.

But now—

The silver-haired girl stood amidst the surrounding gazes, the bowstring trembling slightly at her fingertips, her spiritual energy surging within her, and her long, silver, waterfall-like hair dancing wildly in the strong wind.

His dark eyes were brimming with hostility.

……

"Rain Cicada!"

Zhang Ruoxue stretched out her only remaining right hand and grabbed Ye Yuchan's arm.

Yu Chan slowly turned around, and Zhang Ruoxue quickly looked up and advised, "Yu Chan, don't cause trouble here."

Zhang Ruoxue is a calm person. Although she has a strong temper, she at least knows the importance of the matter. Just as Yun Ping said before, if she openly causes trouble at this time, it will definitely attract the attention of the higher-ups of the Northern Ice Palace.

At that time, their secret infiltration of the Northern Ice Palace will probably be exposed.

It was just the joking of a clown—that's how Zhang Ruoxue convinced herself.

However, when she noticed Ye Yuchan's unusual eyes, she froze on the spot.

For some reason, a monstrous wave of coldness suddenly surged within those already pitch-black eyes. The depth and darkness within them possessed a deathly stillness that was completely inhuman. At this moment, Ye Yuchan seemed no longer to be Ye Yuchan, but rather a terrifying monster from the ancient wilderness.

……

"I see."

Yun Ping glanced at Ye Yuchan, who seemed a little out of character, and sure enough, the Abyss Fear Ice within her stirred.

The Abyss Fear Ice has a significant impact on the emotional fluctuations of its parasites. Perhaps it was because Ye Yuchan felt a surge of anger after hearing Zhang Ruoxue being called "crippled." This anger, amplified by the Abyss Fear Ice, directly caused Ye Yuchan to abandon her previous timidity and take action.

It's worth mentioning that the Abyss Fear Ice also temporarily boosted Ye Yuchan's cultivation level to the Spirit Platform stage.

Ye Yuchan opened her mouth slightly, just as she was about to say something.

"Hey, you over there, girl."

A deep roar came from behind.

Ye Yuchan turned her back expressionlessly, her cold gaze fixed on the young man.

"What's wrong? Are you begging for mercy?"

"Are you really not afraid of death, or are you just pretending to be calm?" The young man's disdainful gaze swept over Ye Yuchan. "You're dressed strangely too. Are you an idiot?"

"I suggest you take back what you said. Also, I wasn't talking to you just now."

After speaking, Ye Yuchan drew back the bowstring again, aiming the tip of the spiritual energy arrow at the woman in the young man's arms.

Even with arrows pointed at her, the woman remained calm and composed, as if she was certain that Ye Yuchan would never draw his bow. She nestled in the young man's arms, her snow-white fingers gently caressing his chest.

Her rosy lips parted slightly, "Whether I take back what I said is up to you to decide."

"Or... are you just like your so-called junior sister, a good-for-nothing...?"

"Shut up."

call out!

The arrow pierced the air!

Before the words were even finished, a silver-white arrow of spiritual energy burst forth, carrying a flash of purple lightning as it swiftly hurtled toward the woman's delicate body.

She actually dared to lay a hand on me!!

"Why are there so many hotheads these days!"

The young man frowned sharply, cursed inwardly, and then his spiritual energy surged through his meridians, causing his spiritual root to erupt with wave after wave of frenzied activity.

With his cultivation at the entry level of the Lingtai stage, he could only be considered an ordinary disciple within the entire Inner Three Palaces.

Faced with the rapidly approaching arrow, he chose to withstand the blow with his proud and satisfied body, and stretched out one hand to instantly grasp the silver arrow in his hand.

The moment he touched the arrow, he sensed something was wrong.

He discovered that this seemingly ordinary arrow contained a violent spiritual energy that he could not even imagine, and this spiritual energy was completely different from ordinary spiritual energy, as sharp as thousands of swords.

The young man swiftly crushed the arrow in his hand, but the violent spiritual energy within still scattered outwards, and the extremely sharp spiritual energy was injected into the young man's palm.

Secret heart.

*Pfft*—Blood splattered.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh—"

The agonizing screams echoed throughout the clothing store.

The proprietress stared blankly at the young man, her fair and delicate face seemingly stained with something.

She reached out and touched the wet liquid on her face, then looked at her hands.

That was bright red blood...

His hands were trembling.

The youth's expression was so ferocious, his features seemed to be twisted into one, making it impossible to tell whether it was a mouth or a nose. His pure demonic face trembled, and his furious killing intent soared into the sky.

The beauty was no longer in his arms. This vase, whose cultivation was only at the Nascent Soul stage, had been terrified by Ye Yuchan's arrow and collapsed to the ground, trembling all over.

"My...my hand..."

The young man endured the pain, looked at his hand, which was blasted open and bleeding, with the skin torn and bleeding, and a murderous aura rose on his cheeks.

His angry gaze was fixed on the girl in the distance. "You dare hurt me? You dare hurt me! I think you don't want to live anymore!"

"I didn't mean to hurt you." Ye Yuchan's tone was extremely indifferent, a stark contrast to her usual self. "I just wanted to teach that woman a lesson, but you took the blame for her without thinking."

"You bastard!!"

The young man's figure suddenly sprang up.

The folding fan in his hand shone with an unusual brilliance. His bloodied palm gripped the fan tightly, and spiritual energy surged forth, rapidly condensing onto the fan.

Although the young man was furious, he was not a fool.

He knew that although there were few people who studied archery and martial arts, they were all specialists who were extremely skilled in ranged combat. Therefore, constantly running away from a distance was absolutely not an option.

You must find an opportunity to get close!

He curled his bloodthirsty, ferocious lips, stomped his foot, and several cracks immediately appeared in the floor of the clothing store. The huge recoil force sent his body flying out like a cannonball.

A straight line...

"What an idiot."

Three arrows appeared on the bowstring of the magical artifact, Black Rain.

While trying to get close to the archer, why choose to walk in a straight line?

What is that if not courting death?

Of course, just in case, Ye Yuchan added two more arrows to ensure she could block the young man's retreat.

With the bowstring fully drawn, the muscles in her two fingers gripping the arrow tip subtly relaxed. At her current level, controlling the arrow's trajectory was as free as controlling her own limbs. She didn't need to think; pure muscle memory allowed her to judge the opponent's movement trajectory in a very short time and make astonishing predictions.

The arrow's sharpness pierced the air, its exquisite light pointing at the youth who was charging forward.