Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

In the pitch-black hall, Song Zhi'ang knelt on the cold ground, lost and terrified.

Darkness surrounded her, devoid of any sound, and fear gradually consumed her mind.

Her Nascent Soul cultivation seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

Despite the absence of any pressure or even the slightest aura, the spiritual power within her body felt as if it had been frozen.

The hall was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop; Song Zhi'ang could even hear her own heartbeat and breathing.

Suddenly!

The woman abruptly turned her head, only to see a man wearing a dark red mask standing behind her.

The inexplicable sense of oppression made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar; that feeling...

It was as if the man's figure was constantly growing taller, while she was reduced to insignificant dust.

The man slowly crouched down, and Song Zhi'ang's body trembled uncontrollably with fear.

Her eyes, filled with dread, wanted to shrink away, but her body remained rooted to the spot, completely out of control.

The bizarre mask seemed to wear a mocking smile, its surface engraved with complex and profound patterns that seemed to twist and ridicule everyone.

"Do you want to change Li Guanqi's opinion of you?"

"Isn't the reason he looks down on you and humiliates you now because of Meng Wanshu's status and power!"

The masked man's voice seemed to possess a certain magic, constantly lingering in her ears, bewitching her mind.

Even with her eyes closed and her five senses shut off, the voice echoed in her mind like a inner demon.

The masked man, with his slender frame, slowly crouched down behind Song Zhi'ang.

He placed his cold hands on her shoulders, leaned close to her ear, and whispered softly.

"Don't you want to be even stronger than her?"

"As long as you have strength, status, position, everything is meaningless!"

"Work for me, and I will give you everything you desire."

"This is my opportunity for you, a chance... to make Li Guanqi change his mind and be with you."

Song Zhi'ang's body trembled, her pupils as small as wheat grains; at this moment, she could clearly feel how terrifying the man's aura was!!

Images of the past flashed through Song Zhi'ang's mind, her face twitching slightly, her eyes gradually turning cold.

Song Zhi'ang forced herself to maintain her composure, trying to make her voice sound as natural as possible as she spoke.

"What price do I have to pay?"

"And who are you?"

"Why are you willing to help me?"

Upon hearing this, the man slowly stood up, looked down at her, and said softly.

"You can call me... Leader! Or... Wraith!"

Song Zhi'ang's pupils dilated, and she suddenly looked up at the man!!

"You're the leader of the Shā organization!!"

"I am."

"But I can give you everything you want. Does it matter who I am?"

"As for the price... Heh..."

The masked man didn't change his posture, just stared down at Song Zhi'ang, the mask seeming to tell her that he knew her thoughts.

Song Zhi'ang lowered her head, a faint smile suddenly blooming on her face as her eyes flickered.

"That's right, I don't care who you are."

"Can you really... give me strength and status comparable to Meng Wanshu's?"

The masked man smiled, he cut his finger and offered a drop of blood in the air to the woman's lips, and said softly.

"Yes!"

"As long as you become stronger than her, it will be enough to prove that your talent is no less than hers!"

"Li Guanqi will naturally look at you in a new light."

"With me here, I can let you have the same world-renowned status and position!!"

"So what if she's the daughter of a Domain Lord?"

"Drink it, from now on, all you have to do is cultivate diligently and make Li Guanqi take you seriously!!"

Song Zhi'ang felt her mind spinning, various illusions constantly flashing through her mind.

When she regained some consciousness, only a trace of blood remained at the corner of her mouth.

The metallic taste in her throat made her want to vomit, but then she felt as if thousands of worms were crawling into her body!!!

Song Zhi'ang frantically clawed at her throat with both hands, her twisted body convulsing wildly on the ground.

A shrill scream squeezed out of her throat!

"Ah!!!!!"

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The masked man opened his arms and looked up slightly, as if listening to the most wonderful sound in the world echoing in his ears.

Song Zhi'ang's aura began to rise wildly, and the spiritual power in her body gradually turned pitch black.

In the blink of an eye, she had already broken through to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, but this aura had not disappeared, and her momentum was still like a rainbow!!

Rumble!!

The Heavenly Tribulation was approaching, and Song Zhi'ang's body was filled with a dense demonic aura.

From this moment on, a black flower mark gradually appeared between the woman's eyebrows, flickering slightly.

Her appearance also underwent earth-shattering changes, becoming more beautiful, her eyes filled with charm.

Her entire temperament also became more enchanting, giving people a feeling of being unapproachable, yet inadvertently attracting the attention of others.

Gradually, Song Zhi'ang slowly stood up from the ground, her breathing gradually becoming steady.

Only a bewitching black flower mark remained between her eyebrows.

The already tall woman now had even more proud curves, and slowly opened her eyes.

A cold chill flashed in those beautiful eyes, and her dark pupils were like a pool of ink.

The masked man smiled slightly when he saw this, and disappeared in place with a flick of his foot.

Song Zhi'ang raised her head and felt the increasingly intense pressure of the Heavenly Tribulation, and murmured softly.

"Li Guanqi, I will definitely make you regret it!"

"Only me! Only I can be with you!!!"

Purple Spirit Cave.

Li Guanqi looked at the crimson-gold jade box in his hand and fell into deep thought.

After Meng Wanshu was seriously injured, Dragon Marquis came once, and that time he also requested a share of good fortune for Ye Feng and Xiao Chen.

That is, the residual power that Ye Feng had previously refined, which could give them both the power to improve their comprehension.

But what he was holding now was for Ye Feng.

Something that Su Xuan asked Dragon Marquis to bring...

Something... that could make Ye Feng a true chosen one, one in a million.

If he swallowed the contents, Ye Feng's spiritual roots would be promoted to holy-grade spiritual roots, and at the same time, the quality of the Sword Ruins would be improved, naturally able to touch the Apocalypse.

But Li Guanqi had never taken it out for him.

It was because swallowing this thing meant nine deaths and one life!!

So Dragon Marquis specifically told him two things when he gave him the thing.

The aura of the woman in the stone pool has stabilized a bit, and it seems that awakening is only a matter of time.

He put away the box, took a deep breath and said, "Old Ye, come here for a moment."

Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes, flashed to the top of the mountain, sat down and looked at Li Guanqi with a smile.

"Boss, what do you need me for?"

Li Guanqi stared at him with a solemn expression and said.

"Old Ye, if there is an opportunity that can make your strength advance by leaps and bounds, and even your talent reach the same level as mine..."

"But... it is very likely to die! What do you choose?"

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth raised slightly, he sat cross-legged opposite Li Guanqi without hesitation, and said with a smile.

"Boss, you know that I, Ye Feng, don't have good luck."

"Help me bet, if I choose the latter, can I succeed?"

Li Guanqi scolded him angrily, "Damn it, I'm serious! If you choose the latter, it can be said that... you have to struggle to survive from a situation where there is little chance of survival!"

Ye Feng stared at him and said softly, "That's why I asked you, Boss, to help me bet!"

"I want you... to bet that I will win!!"