Ark Heroine Development Plan

"That's not so great."

Guan Yueli said with a smile and touched Xiao Xiaohe's head: "More than 20 years ago, Xiaolou only had the idea of this sword, and it was still a long way from completion. Acha and Xiaosha and the others gave Xiaolou suggestions. Finally, after consulting me, Xiaolou decided to leave and find a way to comprehend this sword on his own."

"The reason she was able to draw out his own self from thousands of miles away was purely because Xiaolou had seen something about Xiaoxing at that time, and incidentally, she had planted a seed in Xiaoxing."

He Mao Jingyu looked confused and didn't understand at all.

"Anyway, this is a secret between the two girls, the senior sister and the junior sister."

Guan Yueli smiled casually:

"It's terrible to spy on the process. As an adult, we just need to wait for the results."

Chapter 80: Phantoms of the Past, Part 1

What does it feel like when your consciousness is run over by a completely different consciousness driving a truck?

It’s hard to describe in words, but one thing is certain – it’s definitely not pleasant.

Another independent, completely different, domineering and extreme thought overrides, crushes, and covers his own consciousness with an extremely violent attitude. Even if the brain is still functioning, he has to think according to this way of thinking and have to feel... everything about this soul.

The desire to fight, the desire to kill, the desire to be strong, the desire for power, and...

Desire for Guan Yueli.

Endless, terrifying desires accumulated over twenty years crushed Xingxiong's ability to think with extreme violence. Thousands of miles away, Guiming Tower could transform Xingxiong into a completely different person in just two or three days, yet at this moment, face to face, a single, all-out attack of Transformation completely defeated Xingxiong in an instant.

Xingxiong's consciousness sank into the deep sea, and some long-lost memories also emerged from the sea.

……

"Junior sister, she?"

The girl with the cigarette in her mouth glanced at the girl beside her and sneered disdainfully: "Master, she can't do it."

The ten-year-old Xingxiong punched the still-young Guiminglou in the waist, and said in a childish voice with a hint of annoyance: "What gives you the right to say that!"

"hiss--"

Half of the cigarette was smoked in an instant. Gui Minglou's eyes turned cold. He picked up the long sword at his waist and smashed it on Xingxiong's head with both the sword and the sheath.

Snapped!

With a sound that was not clear but not heavy, Xingxiong's forehead quickly turned red, but the little girl did not shed a single tear. She opened her eyes wide as if she wanted to stare the girl in front of her to death.

"Alright, alright."

The ghost woman, whose appearance hadn't changed at all, looked at them with a smile: "Xiaoxing will learn from me in the future. You two will need to spend time together. It's not good for your relationship to be so bad now."

"Such a person is not capable of inheriting the master's legacy."

Gui Minglou placed one hand on Xingxiong's head with an expressionless face. Xingxiong swung his fist hard but couldn't hit her. "This righteous idiot can't even pass the first level. Just let her play the hero game alone, Master."

"Xiao Lou..." Guan Yueli dragged out her voice, "Did you remember what I asked you to remember?"

The girl was startled and immediately lowered her head: "The Killing Style is a 'Skill', not a 'Tao'."

After saying that, she reluctantly finished her cigarette, crushed it out with her hand, and threw it into the trash can ten meters away.

Practicing the killing flow will not determine a person's path; nor does it mean that only those who are on a certain path are qualified to practice the killing flow.

"Then it's the same. Besides, Xiaoxing, um...she learns differently from you, and the meaning of what she learns is also different. Do you understand?"

Guan Yueli's gaze moved back and forth between his disciple and sister, with a meaningful look in his eyes.

Gui Minglou pondered for a moment, then relaxed his long eyebrows and nodded in understanding: "I understand, Master, I have no objection."

She pushed Xingxiong with one hand and sneered: "I will teach you more in the future, Junior Sister."

The cute but defiant Xingxiong glared at Guiminglou, then looked at Guanyueli with great reluctance:

"Why am I learning something different from her? If she can learn it, I can learn it too, Sister Guanyue!"

"No, no, no, Xiaoxing, you can't do it." Guan Yueli smiled and shook her head, "If you want to learn, you have to listen to your sister, understand?"

"..."

The girl was silent for a while, then drooped her shoulders weakly and replied reluctantly in a low voice: "I know..."

At this time, Xingxiong realized that many things had actually been destined from the beginning, the path, the differences, and... the future.

……

"what!"

The girl had grown into a slim young woman without anyone noticing. Her waist-length emerald hair was tied into a high ponytail, which swayed constantly with her intense movements.

She rode on a man and smashed his face with her blunt brass knuckles, leaving a bloody mess.

Xingxiong stood up, panting slightly. Around him were a dozen or so gang members lying on the ground, wailing in pain, struggling to even roll over. The girl proudly swung her brass knuckles, untied her long hair with her free hand, and stretched out with a sense of relief.

Stepping on the head of the man she had beaten half to death, her beautiful and heroic face was filled with coldness. She bent down and warned word by word:

"If you bring your people here to harm girls again, next time, I will kill you!"

Picking up the motorcycle wallet on the ground and putting it on, Xingxiong snorted, kicked the man again, and then walked out with satisfaction.

But at the door, next to her beloved motorcycle, she saw a woman she didn't want to see at all.

"What are you doing here?" The girl frowned and looked at the black-haired woman in front of her holding a long knife.

"My work is over. The strongest man in this city is just like that." Gui Minglou's expression was cold. She raised her eyes and looked inside, then pulled the corner of her mouth, "As for now, I came to see how you use what the master taught you, Junior Sister."

"As for the result, it was just as I expected."

"You're doing it again." Xingxiong clenched his fists in dissatisfaction, "Sis, since you taught me and gave me strength, it's mine. I'm going to use this strength for the right purpose. Is that a problem?"

"idiot."

When talking about "the power that Guan Yueli gave to Xingxiong", Guiminglou's temper would become particularly stern. She stared at Xingxiong coldly, with a hint of cruelty in her pupils:

"You have no idea what the Killing Style represents, nor do you know what gift your master has given you. You're simply squandering your brute strength as a demon, using the most basic tricks you learned from your master and feeling smug about it. No, no matter how simple the things your master taught you were, they wouldn't be as crude and foolish as you are. I really don't want to call you that... Junior Sister."

"Do you think I want to call you Senior Sister?" Two veins popped out on the girl Xingxiong's forehead. "Let's have a fight!"

Snapped--

Just as Saiguan Yueli announced that Xingxiong would become her disciple, Guiminglou's scabbard hit Xingxiong's head.

But this time, Xingxiong didn't have the chance to punch Guiminglou on the waist, and he didn't just get a red spot on his forehead.

When she woke up, she was already in the police station, so she made a two-hour statement.

At this time, Xingxiong realized that the gap between her and Guiminglou had become infinite from that moment on. That woman had found the direction of the road, but she was still immersed in her ideals and dreams and could not extricate herself, making no progress at all.

Chapter 81: Phantoms of the Past, Part 2

One night, Xingxiong was not sleepy, so he simply climbed onto the roof to count the stars.

But she soon heard crashes and hysterical roars and shouts coming from the dojo.

"It's so noisy..." The girl rubbed her ears.

If every room wasn't soundproofed, no one would be able to sleep well every night.

Suddenly, she turned her head and looked at the still-lit dojo with a complicated expression.

Does that woman have to exercise so late every day?

After a brief hesitation, Xingxiong jumped off the roof and carefully moved towards the dojo.

The closer she got, the more Xingxiong's heart palpitated at the roar that was about to break her throat - she couldn't imagine how miserable the guy who always looked down on others had to be, and how he had to be in a desperate situation to make such a creepy roar.

Xingxiong touched the door of the dojo and quietly stuck his head out and took a look inside.

Just one glance and she retracted her head.

His pupils were dilated, his face was pale, and his heartbeat stopped for a second or two.

Then, a strong physical discomfort overcame her reason. Her stomach cramped and her esophagus moved. Seeing the tragic scene just now, Xingxiong almost vomited, but she gritted her teeth and suppressed it.

But even so, she didn't have the courage to take another look.

"Is that the end?"

Her sister's voice was completely different from her usual gentle voice, which was as moving as the spring rain and warm sunshine.

"Xiao Lou... you disappoint me so much. Are you planning to give up after just this? What gave you the courage to catch up with me? Was it the praise from Acha and the others?"

"Do you really think their praise is genuine? Shouldn't you know best that without my approval, everything you've achieved is nothing?"

Hard, cold, and sharp, like a knife that cuts through everything without any emotion.

“Ughhhhhhhhhhhh——!”

Boom!

The girl fell down in the corridor outside the dojo. The extremely crazy roar just now scared Xingxiong directly. Then, she heard the sound of something being smashed away.

As if ashamed of his previous weakness, Xingxiong mustered up his courage and secretly glanced at the scene in the dojo again.

Blood and broken flesh covered most of the dojo, and of the two people standing in the middle of the dojo, one had twisted limbs, bones piercing his joints and skin, and his expression was as twisted as a devil, like a rag doll thrown into a wall-breaking machine.

The other person was like a blooming cherry blossom, without a trace of filth or blood. Even his bare feet stepping on the floor were as tender as snow, without a trace of scarlet.

The woman who looked like a dead person had her head lowered, and the long sword held tightly in her hands was pointed upwards with the momentum of piercing the sky. The cherry-haired woman had nothing in her hands. Not far away, a blood-red bamboo sword lay quietly.

Xingxiong couldn't believe what he saw.

Guan Yueli's knife was knocked away.

The next second, the bloody man fell weakly into Guan Yueli's arms. The cherry-haired woman gently hugged her covered in blood. That voice... was gentler than Xingxiong had ever heard before.

"Very good, good boy, very good."

The broken limbs began to recover at an astonishing speed. Gui Minglou, who could not even move a finger, hugged Guan Yueli's neck and gasped for breath.

"I did it... Master."

Her voice was filled with a morbid and extreme ecstasy: "I did it!"

Xingxiong had never seen such a ghost building.

"Yes, yes, I did it. Go take a shower first. It's not good to be sticky all over."

Guan Yueli smiled and patted her back.

"……Do not."

The blood-stained woman suddenly whispered:

"I do not want."

"Ok?"

Then, in the next second, in Xingxiong's eyes, this woman suddenly did something she couldn't even imagine—

She tore off Guan Yueli's clothes.

"Master... promised me."

The Ghost Tower was buried deep inside, breathing with extreme greed.

"I promised..." Guan Yueli raised an eyebrow, "So go take a shower first."

"no……"

In Xingxiong's trembling vision, a blood-red and extremely filthy evil ghost stretched out its bright red tongue and licked the sister who was as beautiful as a fairy and a dream in his eyes.

"I want it now... now! Master... Master, master master master master master master master!"

The gluttonous ghost murmured madly, the title that meant everything to him: "You are mine now, right? Only mine, right?"

"right."

But her sister did not resist at all. Instead, she just sighed helplessly and then took off the gorgeous kimono with a smile.

Submissive and accommodating.

Guan Yueli smiled and gently stroked Gui Minglou's face: "This is what I promised you."

"If I want to monopolize the master forever...what should I do?"

Even without seeing Gui Minglou's face, Xing Xiong could feel that there must be flames burning in her dark red eyes.