I Can Devour Spirits

At that moment, Jiang Qingyu caught a glimpse of a shadow flashing behind him.

The woman had always attacked him from the front, never once ambushing him from behind.

Jiang Qingyu suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back, and then saw the tip of a bloody saber piercing out from his chest. At that moment, a warm breath brushed past his ear, accompanied by a sweet voice, ”Young master, elder sister doesn’t have time to play with you anymore. Elder sister cares so much for you; surely you won’t complain to King Yanluo, right?”

With that, the woman chuckled, and with a forceful twist of her hand, pulled the saber out from Jiang Qingyu’s back.

Jiang Qingyu clutched his chest, kneeling halfway to the ground, his eyes filled with unwillingness and terror, muttering, ”I just became a sect named disciple... everything was fine... how could this happen...”

Before dying, Jiang Qingyu suddenly recalled the Talent Selection Conference where, with sheer luck, he had eliminated Gui Zong and Yue Feng without a fight, advancing to become a registered disciple.

Yet now, he was about to die while Gui Zong and Yue Feng lived well in the world. Who, after all, was truly fortunate?

The world is bleak, and fortune is fickle.

Jiang Qingyu collapsed on the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth; within a few breaths, he had already passed.

Seeing Jiang Qingyu dead, the woman decapitated him, stripped off his shirt, and wrapped his head.

She carried the head, her expression tightened, and swiftly darted toward a particular direction in the dense forest.

Earlier when ambushing enemies, she and her sister lay in wait together. She had seen with her own eyes her sister dart toward a certain direction in the dense forest...

In a part of the dense forest, Xiao Yu wielded the Qingling Saber, her expression cold and fierce. The flickering of saber shadows before her, the sounds of clashing weapons, like a torrential downpour on banana leaves, resounded vividly.

The person fiercely battling Xiao Yu was a plump woman, the elder sister of the woman who killed Jiang Qingyu.

The woman was drenched in cold sweat. The information provided by Ge Qingchuan showed that this Xiao Yu was supposedly only at the Inner Breath Realm Small Success.

Yet upon clashing with her, she realized Xiao Yu was indeed at the Great Success Realm, just like her. Moreover, Xiao Yu’s saber technique, seemingly unremarkable, was actually comprehensive in attack and defense, blending real and illusion seamlessly. After a fierce battle, Xiao Yu gradually gained the upper hand.

If the fight continued, she feared she would die in this dense forest...

While she was agonizing, suddenly, a familiar, long-time annoying noise echoed not far away.

”Elder sister, what’s happening with you? Can’t even handle a young girl? I think, elder sister, you’re just tough at home. Just bullying me, but when facing outsiders, you’re just meek...”

With that, came a burst of giggling.

Though panicked and fearful, upon hearing her sister’s vulgar voice, a mix of habitual disgust and current joy arose in her heart simultaneously.

”Is this the time for sarcastic remarks? Why aren’t you coming over to help me kill this troublesome lass!”

When Xiao Yu heard the voice, she instantly saw beside a large tree in the dense forest, a plump woman standing. Her appearance and stature was a mirror image of the woman before her.

It was clear that they were siblings.

Xiao Yu’s heart sank immediately. She could handle one opponent of the same realm, and after some probing, had confidence she might win the hard battle.

But at this critical moment, another person arrived.

Xiao Yu felt a bitter taste welling up in her mouth. She realized her chances of surviving their combined attack were indeed very slim.