Ark Heroine Development Plan

"I am already in... the Master's soul."

Guiminglou muttered to himself.

"correct."

Hearing Guan Yueli's voice, Gui Minglou opened his eyes again.

This time, a completely different scene appeared before her.

Huge cherry trees stood by the pond, and occasionally petals fell and floated into the clear and transparent pond, but this piece of world was not big, and was surrounded by vast white mist. Her master sat under the cherry tree, drinking tea with a calm expression.

"Your sword moves still have a small flaw."

Guiminglou looked at Guanyueli under the tree, and was dazed and lost in thought at the first sight.

It was clearly the same face and the same clothes, but there were some indescribable differences between her and the real Guan Yueli.

More gentle, more holy, more... otherworldly and ethereal.

She is so far away that she doesn't belong to this world.

"Come, sit down." Guan Yueli waved to Gui Minglou, who didn't come to his senses until he sat in front of her.

"Perceiving emotions, reading memories, reading souls...this ability is amazing."

Guan Yueli spread out Gui Minglou's palm, and saw a dazzling white hand writing or drawing something on her palm.

"There are countless incredible abilities in this world, but these abilities only appear in the heirs of one race and one bloodline. But as for them... let's not talk about them. They have nothing to do with you, Xiaolou. After all, their abilities come from pure essence, while your strength comes from the extension of swordsmanship."

Gui Ming Lou showed a rare look of confusion, and Guan Yueli continued, "So, compared to their strength, even if you have honed this sword for more than twenty years and want to use it to spy on my soul..."

The woman looked at her disciple with a half-smile:

"It's not quite enough."

In this world, there is no one who can surpass Guan Yueli in the field of swordsmanship. No matter what kind of swordsmanship it is, no matter what kind of ability it is limited to, any extension of swordsmanship will never be able to surpass Guan Yueli who is still holding a sword.

"……really."

Guiminglou sighed softly. After suffering an unspeakable horror shock when she tried to sneak into Guanyueli's soul, she had prepared herself mentally.

"However, there is no need to be discouraged. It is already very good to be able to achieve this point."

Guan Yueli comforted Gui Minglou gently, which was indeed completely different from her usual self - if it were the real Guan Yueli, she would definitely add a sentence "You are worthy of being my most proud disciple."

But this "Guan Yue Li" was simply comforting Gui Ming Lou. That kind of pure tolerance made Gui Ming Lou's consciousness sway constantly, making it difficult for him to control himself.

"Are you shaken just because of this?" Guan Yueli raised her slender eyebrows and pointed a finger at Gui Minglou's eyebrows. "That won't do. If you can't even pass this level of mine, which is not even a hurdle, how can you expect to see the rest of the way?"

"……later?"

"Although there are still some shortcomings..." Guan Yueli said slowly, holding the teacup, "But as long as I cooperate a little, Xiaolou, you can still see something."

"I've divided myself... into the most important parts. The answers you want, everything you want to see, are all on the road ahead. It all depends on how far you can go and how many 'me's' you can see."

Looking at the disciple in front of her who was trembling with excitement, the truly good woman Guan Yueli shook her head helplessly: "Don't be too happy. Not every 'I' is so easy to talk to. If you want to see more, you will have to face greater dangers and pay a higher price."

The woman whispered, "You need to know who I am."

The seven light words were like a wake-up call, instantly calming Gui Minglou down. She clenched her fists, and while she was nervous, she was also thinking about some problems.

Guan Yueli in front of her did not urge her, but just quietly brewed tea and drank it, gazing leisurely at the cherry blossoms falling into the pool.

"Master..." After a long moment, Gui Minglou gritted his teeth and asked, "Can I... just watch the part I need?"

"Ok?"

Guan Yueli looked at her disciple, her face showing a mixture of tension and fear, but of course, more of it was excitement and her innate crazy persistence.

"Taking a shortcut?... Never mind, Xiaolou, you're the only one who's thought of this method in all these years, so it wouldn't hurt to give it to you once."

Guan Yueli smiled and waved his sleeves. As his sleeves fluttered, four cups of tea appeared in front of Guiminglou.

"Pick one. Of course, if you're curious, you can choose all of them."

Guiminglou lowered his head, and the water in the four cups of tea reflected four different scenes.

The first lamp was shrouded in mist and looked so vague that Guiminglou couldn't tell what it was.

The second lamp reflected a sea of corpses and bones, and the river of blood flowing into the sky dyed the stars red.

The third lamp was completely dark, with only a few faint wisps of light occasionally visible.

The fourth lamp is wafting with bright pink, and everything, all things, are contained within it.

Guan Yueli looked at her with a smile, waiting for her choice.

Gui Minglou was hesitant. She originally only wanted to choose the second cup of tea, but Guan Yueli's words made it difficult for her to make a decision.

Her master separated the most important stages of her life into several parts, making it easier for her to observe her soul. In other words... each cup of tea showed something that was enough to change Guan Yueli, or it could represent Guan Yueli for a long period of time.

Gui Minglou could confirm that her encounter with her master did not occur during any of the four stages of the tea. Naturally, she was curious about each stage, especially... the first tea, the initial stage.

But she only has one chance, and Guan Yueli also said that she would only allow herself to take shortcuts this once.

Even though Guan Yueli said she could choose both out of curiosity, Gui Minglou knew that if he really did that, she would definitely die.

Because she knew who her master was.

Guan Yueli in a certain period of time, or even... Guan Yueli in these four period of time, may not care about her life or death at all.

Her will, so weak compared to Guan Yueli's, could only allow her to peek at one copy at most, and she really only needed one copy.

Finally, Guiminglou reached out for the second cup of tea.

"Just this one cup?" Guan Yueli asked.

"Just this one cup." Gui Minglou nodded vigorously.

"Good boy."

Guan Yueli smiled and said, "Then drink it and come back alive."

Guiminglou stared at the reflection in the cup. The tyranny and ferocity seemed to penetrate through the water, crushing and tearing her will into pieces. But it was such cruelty and brutality that made it difficult for Guiminglou to control herself.

Her efforts for more than twenty years, her fights for more than twenty years, everything, were all for the memory in the cup, this soul, this... Guan Yueli!

She drank it all in one gulp without hesitation.

This time, there was no strong mental shock. When Guiminglou put down the wine glass, the originally fresh and pleasant scene had disappeared without a trace, and what appeared in front of her eyes was instead the reflection in the glass.

There is endless blood above your head and a sea of bones beneath your feet.

A mixture of pure violence floated in the air, condensing into blood color, becoming the only smell in this world.

The smell of fighting.

“That’s it…that’s the feeling!”

Gui Minglou, kneeling on the endless skeletons, muttered with a flushed face, like a fanatical believer who had lost his mind and saw his savior.

Here is the source.

The source of the killing flow!

"So, you really did choose this place. You chose to come and face me."

Guiminglou raised his head tremblingly, looking at the mountain piled with flesh, blood and corpses, and looking at the top of the mountain.

There was a throne there, and her master, or rather... her former master, sat high on the throne.

Guiminglou couldn't see her face clearly, or even her hair or her clothes. She only saw a knife on the woman's waist.

There is no damn Ming Wang.

"Ah...ah..."

With tears streaming down his face, Gui Ming Lou reached out to the woman on the throne of corpses: "Master, this is... the real, true... Master!"

"madness."

The woman's cold and disdainful voice made the world roar with thunder: "What you see before you is only a phantom of the past. There has never been a real Guan Yueli."

"You can't even tell who Guan Yueli is, and yet you're trying to get a glimpse into the origins of the Killing Flow... Get lost, you piece of shit."

But Gui Minglou, who seemed to have lost her mind, ignored Guan Yueli's words, or perhaps... she seemed to be unable to feel anything anymore.

There was only one thing left in her mind, in her consciousness.

"This is... the master I want to kill!"

The crazy ghost trampled on the corpses and charged towards the throne without knowing whether to live or die.

The woman with her chin in one hand just looked at her expressionlessly.

During this period, Guan Yueli was eager to fight, but he also hated or simply ignored such a weak "opponent".

Someone will help her clean up the annoying flies.

Hundreds of ghosts, literally hundreds of ghosts emerged in the blood.

It is not limited to the ghost clan, nor is it limited to demons and monsters, but all the powerful people who have been defeated by Guan Yueli, surrendered to her strength, and want to embark on the same path with her to witness the supreme glory!

"You bunch of rotten meat, don't...stop...me!"

The completely mad Guiminglou roared hysterically, and his supreme killing skills were revealed without reservation at this moment!

Slicing, piercing, hacking... No defense, no retreat, no slowing down. Her dark red eyes were filled with utter brutality and madness. In her eyes, there was only the throne at the top.

This is a soul space where will determines everything, and the will now displayed by Guiminglou is enough to make Xuese Guanyueli pay some attention.

But it's not enough.

Then the fighting began again, endless, as if there was no end to it.

Until there was no longer any obstacle in front of the throne, until her toes were within reach, so close.

"Just getting by."

This comment has no hidden meaning, it is really just "barely passable"

But Guiminglou didn't seem to care about any comments. She just held the snow-white feet in front of her in a daze and kept muttering to herself.

"Never mind, it wouldn't hurt to give you a little reward."

The faceless woman on the throne raised her legs and said contemptuously, "Lick it, I promise you."

But what responded to her was a long knife covered in blood and minced meat, and the sickly and hideous laughter of the knife wielder.

bang——

The woman who kicked Gui Minglou away didn't get angry: "At least it's not a family dog, that's good."

She looked down at the Ghost Tower that had been kicked down the mountain of corpses and asked:

"Do you see clearly?"

“I see…I see!”

Gui Minglou, looking like a madman, raised his head and stared at Guan Yueli: "I know, I know... I'm right, I'm right! Master!"

"Ah."

The woman twitched her lips: "Well, now tell me—"

"What exactly is the Killing Style?"

"It's a conquest, it's a conquest!"

Almost at the same time, Guiminglou's fanatical response came instantly.

"Conquer all the strong ones, fight, and kill, find someone stronger than yourself, defeat them, and then find the next one, and the next one, and the next one..."

The insane and morbid look in her eyes, which showed that she was on the verge of breaking down at any moment, was chilling.

"Go and fight, fight non-stop, yes... this is your path, this is... the path of killing!"

Some unbearable emotion almost broke out of Guiminglou's body. She gripped the blade tightly, letting the blood flow freely and become a part of this bloody world.

"I don't need everything, I don't need anything, I just need to move forward. I just need to win, I just need to... become stronger!"

"Killing is just a means to an end. The goal is to defeat the stronger, kill the stronger, become stronger, become the strongest!"

"This is the Killing Style, this is the Killing Style I want, I'm not wrong... hehe, I'm not wrong!"

The throne that was piled on countless corpses, and the power that was above everything else, was the best proof!