Cold Moon

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At a branch altar of the Demonic Sect, the demonic followers were filled with extreme fear.

"Who...who are you? How dare you oppose the Demonic Sect!" one of them asked, trembling uncontrollably.

Ten feet away, a man wielding a long sword slowly approached the demonic followers. His body was covered in blood; his eyes were slightly closed, revealing no emotion, yet he exuded a chilling killing intent.

At this moment, the man was like a god of death from the depths of hell; in less than half an hour, a hundred people had fallen beneath his sword.

When he was less than a few feet away from the demonic followers, the man suddenly opened his eyes, his killing intent surging violently. His long sword hummed, and an invisible sword intent slowly swirled around its blade.

Seeing this, the demonic followers could only suppress their fear, trembling as they remained fully alert, wary of the man before them.

"Attack together! Today, it's either him or us!" one of them shouted, brandishing his long saber.

"Kill!!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd shouted in unison, brandishing their swords and charging towards the man. They all knew there was no way out now; only by eliminating the killing god before them could they hope for a chance at survival.

At the same time, the man gathered his strength and moved, his figure flashing, instantly creating a gust of wind as he swept past and plunged into the crowd.

Wherever the sword light passed, flesh and blood flew, and screams echoed. Moments later, the ground, stained red with blood, was littered with severed limbs, like a living hell, utterly terrifying...

Three days later, in the secret chamber of the Alliance Leader's Mansion.

"What? You mean Han Xiao destroyed six branches of the Demonic Sect in three days?" Lu Ping looked surprised. He was extremely puzzled. What was Han Xiao trying to do? Had he gone mad? Or was he provoked by what happened between him and Mu Ran?

Lan Ji nodded slightly and said, "The Demonic Sect has suffered heavy losses, which may alarm the Demon Lord. Moreover, Monk Wu Chan has not returned to the Demonic Sect's headquarters for many days. If he becomes suspicious, it will inevitably be detrimental to our plans." After thinking for a long time, Lu Ping said in a deep voice, "Hmm, it seems our plan needs to be brought forward. Yu Wenming learned from Wu Chan's memories that Sha Luo has not yet recovered his physical body and his strength is less than 30% of his peak. With the three of us working together, we will definitely eliminate him."

"Then when do we make our move?"

Although Lan Ji knew that the Demon Lord's strength was unfathomable and that this matter should not be rushed, she felt a little anticipation for this moment when she thought of the blood feud from fifteen years ago.

———————————————————————————— Two days later, the inner hall of the Demonic Sect's headquarters.

"Reporting to the Demon Lord, your subordinate has successfully completed the mission and finally brought back the Xuan Yin Pearl." Lan Ji stood respectfully outside the inner hall's secret room and took out a small, tightly woven wooden box.

"Oh? The Mysterious Yin Pearl! Hahaha... Alright, thank you for your hard work, Priestess Lan." The stone door to the secret chamber suddenly opened, and a wisp of black mist drifted out. The black mist transformed into different forms in mid-air, then gradually condensed into a tall and blurry black figure.

The small wooden box in Lan Ji's hand slowly rose into the air, controlled by an invisible force, flying towards the black figure.

When the small wooden box opened, a jade bead emitting a chilling aura burst out of the box, instantly causing the temperature of the entire inner hall to plummet. The black figure immediately reached out and grasped the Mysterious Yin Pearl.

"Hahaha... The Mysterious Yin Pearl, it really is the Mysterious Yin Pearl."

The black figure seemed quite excited. He couldn't wait to swallow the Mysterious Yin Pearl in one gulp, and then the figure gradually turned into a wisp of black mist, intertwining with the white chilling aura of the Mysterious Yin Pearl.

"The extreme yin and cold energy of the Xuan Yin Pearl is repairing my primordial spirit. That vile woman's sword strike back then severely injured me for a hundred years. When my physical body recovers, it will be the day the Cold Moon Palace is destroyed. At that time, I will make that vile woman's disciples and grandchildren wish they were dead, hahaha..." A low laugh echoed in the inner hall, sending chills down everyone's spine.

"This subordinate congratulates the Demon Lord in advance on his speedy recovery," Lan Ji immediately echoed, but a subtle, sinister smile appeared on her lips.

Half an hour later, Sha Luo, who was still absorbing the cold energy, suddenly noticed something amiss.

"Hmm? What's going on? My inner strength is disappearing."

The black energy floating in the air returned to its blurry human form, but the white Xuan Yin cold energy also disappeared completely.

At the same time, the black energy that had condensed into the black shadow gradually dissipated, seemingly due to insufficient power.

"Priest Lan, how dare you betray me?" Sha Luo questioned.

"Hmph! Demon, you slaughtered my entire Hundred Flowers Valley back then, and used me for fifteen years, destroying everything I had. This blood feud is irreconcilable. Today, it's either you or me who dies." "Heh... So that's how it is. You've actually regained your memories. I underestimated you... So it seems Wu Chan has already been killed by you?"

Although the black shadow was still disintegrating and its power was weakening, Sha Luo showed no fear whatsoever.

"That's right. I already sent that monk to meet Buddha. Now you are all alone, and that 'Mysterious Yin Pearl' is dissolving your internal energy."

"Hahaha... Priestess Lan, do you think you can kill me with such a small trick?" Sha Luo laughed dismissively.

"How will you know if you don't try!" As soon as she finished speaking, Lan Ji channeled her internal energy and attacked first.

Countless petals and leaves instantly rose around Lan Ji, swirling and dancing in the air. 'Illusory Leaves and Flying Flowers' was the supreme martial art of Hundred Flowers Valley, renowned for its speed, making it impossible for the attacker to evade.

Lan Ji swung her jade arm, and countless petals and leaves transformed into sharp blades, raining down on the dark figure.

However, when they were less than a foot away from the figure, all the petals and leaves stopped before it, unable to advance even an inch.

A moment later, the attack of the petals and leaves suddenly changed. A powerful force deflected the petals and leaves, altering their direction, and they shot towards Lan Ji. This force was several times stronger than before, and Lan Ji's strength was likely insufficient to withstand it.

Just then, two enormous palm prints appeared before Lan Ji, blocking the counterattack of the petals and leaves. The moment the two forces collided, a towering shockwave was generated, knocking Lan Ji, the dark figure, and the newly appeared Lu Ping back.

As the shadowy figure continued its retreat, several sharp sword lights flashed, followed by a beautiful figure gracefully appearing.

The first two sword lights were hastily blocked by the shadowy figure, but the third struck it squarely in the chest, causing it to let out a low groan of pain, seemingly having been fatally wounded. Then, the fourth and fifth sword lights followed in quick succession…

Due to its dwindling internal energy, the shadowy figure was exhausted from the relentless onslaught of sword energy and quickly succumbed to the onslaught.

Seeing the shadowy figure retreating steadily, Lu Ping was overjoyed, but dared not relax. He immediately unleashed several more palm strikes, coordinating with Mu Ran's swordplay, and in one fell swoop, completely shattered the shadowy figure until it dissipated entirely… He hadn't expected the operation to be so successful; the Demon Lord, whom even the first Palace Master of the Cold Moon Palace had failed to eliminate, had been killed by the three of them working together.

"Xue'er, how are you?" Lu Ping immediately approached Mu Ran and asked with concern.

To further strengthen their relationship, Lu Ping stopped addressing Mu Ran as "Miss" two days ago and started calling her "Xue'er." Mu Ran initially felt uncomfortable; every time she heard Lu Ping call her "Xue'er," she couldn't help but think of Han Xiao, the lingering pain in her heart. However, Mu Ran didn't resist Lu Ping's address, and after two days, she had gradually gotten used to it.

"I'm fine," Mu Ran said with a gentle smile, as warm as a spring breeze.

Joy radiated from all three faces. For Lan Ji and Mu Ran, the blood feud of their family's massacre had finally been avenged. For Lu Ping, no one in the world could threaten him anymore; he would be unparalleled, supreme, and revered by all.

"Hehehe... You ants, how dare you plot against me and destroy my avatar! You are unforgivable! Today, I will drain your inner strength, refine your bodies, and torture you to death! Hahaha..."

Just as the three were immersed in joy, a series of deep laughs suddenly echoed from the secret chamber. These laughs contained demonic arts that disturbed their minds, causing Lu Ping, Mu Ran, and Lan Ji to feel dizzy.

Lan Ji, being slightly weaker, had a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth and almost collapsed to the ground. Mu Ran, caught off guard, also struggled to stand, a look of pain on her beautiful face. Only Lu Ping was the strongest; his Six Yang Body dantian was exceptionally large, and with his powerful inner strength, he resisted the invasion of the laughter.

Lu Ping raised his palms, erecting a red true energy barrier, protecting Mu Ran and Lan Ji inside. The demonic sound was finally blocked outside the barrier, and the three felt much more relaxed.

"Xue'er, are you alright?"

Lu Ping asked, channeling his immense inner strength to maintain the true energy barrier while looking at Mu Ran with concern.

"I'm fine... Young Master Lu, be careful!!"

Just as Mu Ran was about to reply, a jet-black bead shot out from the secret chamber, attacking the three of them.

The black demonic bead flew towards them at incredible speed. Lu Ping hurriedly channeled his inner strength to its limit, erecting another barrier outside the first one.

However, when the demonic bead struck the barrier, the first true energy barrier shattered instantly, and Lu Ping's face turned deathly pale.

After shattering the first barrier, the demonic bead then struck the second barrier, this time without being instantly destroyed.

The demonic bead hovered outside the true energy barrier, trembling violently before spinning rapidly, generating a large amount of black energy. This black energy was absorbed by the demonic bead, making its color even darker, and the power it contained surged dramatically.

As the power of the demonic orb intensified, cracks appeared in the true energy barrier. Lu Ping gradually began to falter, his hands trembling violently, his face growing increasingly pale.

Seeing this, Mu Ran grew anxious. She quickly placed her hands behind Lu Ping's back, channeling the inner force of the Cold Moon Technique to continuously pour true energy into his body, attempting to lend him a helping hand.

At the same time, Lan Ji also forcefully suppressed her internal injuries, transferring her own true energy into Lu Ping's body.

With the assistance of Mu Ran and Lan Ji's inner energy, Lu Ping's inner strength surged dramatically, finally managing to maintain the last line of true energy barrier and withstand the demonic orb's attack.

"Hahaha... These three children are quite strong, actually managing to withstand my natal demonic pearl. I'm quite impressed... That's good. Your profound inner strength is an excellent elixir for me. After absorbing your inner strength, my injuries might recover by another 20%, hahaha..." As soon as he finished speaking, a large amount of black energy floated out of the demonic pearl again, condensing into a huge black figure in the air.

The black figure clasped its hands together, and a pitch-black demonic blade, a hundred meters long, appeared between its palms. Black energy swirled around the blade, accompanied by deafening sword cries and thunderous roars, like a world-destroying demonic blade. Just its aura was enough to terrify anyone. Mu Ran

and the other two looked at the giant demonic blade above their heads, which was constantly solidifying and growing larger, all secretly alarmed, yet for a moment they were at a loss.

A few breaths later, the black demonic blade had completely solidified. The shadowy figure lowered its arms, and the giant demonic blade slashed down from the void, accompanied by howling winds and flashing lightning.

Although the blade was enormous, its slashing speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the massive blade struck the barrier.

When the giant demonic blade struck the barrier, it produced a deafening roar, causing the earth to shake violently. The towering shockwave collapsed most of the magnificent inner hall.

"Pfft..."

Mu Ran, Lu Ping, and Lan Ji simultaneously coughed up blood. Their true energy barrier was now riddled with cracks and could shatter at any moment.

However, the giant demonic blade did not stop its attack after the first strike. Soon, it rose and fell again, slashing down once more.

Seeing the massive black blade shadow rapidly descending from above, the three knew that they could no longer resist. They could only grit their teeth, push their true energy to its limit, and exhaust their inner strength to reinforce the barrier's defense as much as possible.

After the demonic blade fell, another deafening roar echoed. The entire inner hall of the demonic sect was completely shattered by the violent shockwave, leaving behind a shocking sight of broken walls and debris. The barrier formed from true energy finally gave way, shattered and completely disintegrated by the demonic blade.

The three of them coughed up mouthfuls of blood again. Lan Ji collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Mu Ran slumped weakly on the ground, panting heavily with a pale face. Only Lu Ping remained standing in front of the two, trembling all over and swaying, as if he might collapse at any moment.

At this moment, Lu Ping raised his hands, forming two huge palm prints, tightly clamping the falling demonic blade between his palms, struggling to support himself and prevent it from falling again.

"Hehe... little guy, you actually managed to block my demonic blade all by yourself... Hmm? You have Wu Chan's internal energy in your body. Did you absorb his internal energy?" Sha Luo's words seemed to carry a hint of anger.

Since being mind-controlled by Sha Luo, the monk Wu Chan had stayed by Sha Luo's side for years. Every year or two, Sha Luo would absorb a large amount of Wu Chan's internal energy, and Wu Chan's task was to constantly restore and enhance his own internal energy, then continuously provide it to Sha Luo to absorb, helping Sha Luo recover from his injuries faster.

Now, knowing that Wu Chan's cultivation had been absorbed by someone else, he couldn't help but feel annoyed.

"Very well, since you've absorbed Wu Chan's internal energy, then I'll absorb it back from you." Upon hearing this, Lu Ping was secretly anxious. He knew that his strength was still far inferior to Sha Luo's. Right now, he had exhausted his internal energy to barely block this demonic blade attack, which was already extremely difficult. If Sha Luo were to unleash his power again, he would be unable to resist and would inevitably suffer severe injuries. Once all his internal energy was absorbed by Sha Luo, he would surely die.

At this moment, Lu Ping couldn't help but deeply regret his hasty demon-slaying operation. He had underestimated the strength of the Demon Lord, Sha Luo. He didn't want to die here; he still wanted to dominate the world and enjoy all the fame, fortune, and power in it. He hadn't completely won over Mu Ran yet, but all of this was only possible if he lived. If he died, it would all be over.

Just as Lu Ping hesitated, wondering whether he should beg Sha Luo for mercy, and whether Sha Luo would spare him

, the demonic blade rose and fell once more. The terrifying blade aura rushed towards him, and the immense pressure made it hard for him to breathe.

Lu Ping no longer had a chance to beg for mercy. The only way now was to exhaust the remaining internal energy in his dantian, dodge this attack, and then quickly escape from this place.

However, if he fled alone, Mu Ran and Lan Ji would surely perish under the demonic blade. Thinking of Mu Ran's graceful figure and captivating beauty, he felt extremely reluctant, but he couldn't worry about that now. Beauty is desirable, but one must live to enjoy it. He immediately decided to dodge the demonic blade, abandon Mu Ran and Lan Ji, and flee alone.

"Young Master Lu, Mu Ran is here to help you!"

Just as Lu Ping was about to dodge, a sword light flashed past him, rushing towards the black shadow. The longsword shone brightly with azure light, several streams of azure energy swirling around its blade, continuously amplifying its power.

Mu Ran, supporting her weakened body, exhausted her last bit of true energy, pushing the Cold Moon Technique to its limit.

Because Sha Luo was unprepared at this moment, he didn't expect the heavily injured Mu Ran to still be able to deliver a fatal blow. The black shadow was instantly struck by the longsword, its form disintegrating into a cloud of black mist. The giant demonic blade also vanished, the oppressive aura abruptly disappearing.

Upon seeing this, Lu Ping was overjoyed. He turned around, picked up Mu Ran, and prepared to flee the place. As for Lan Ji, he could no longer take care of her. It was already a great blessing that he was able to save Mu Ran.

"Hehehe!!! Trying to escape? Not so easy! I'm going to drain your inner strength!" The black energy reformed into a black figure. A

sense of oppression washed over them, making it difficult for Lu Ping to move.

Sha Luo didn't immediately absorb their inner strength, but instead excitedly said, "Little girl, are you cultivating the Cold Moon Profound Technique? I also sensed a trace of the Profound Yin Pearl's aura. Could you be that bitch's destined one? If so, what a coincidence! Hahaha..." A wave

of violent laughter surged from all directions, and Lu Ping and Mu Ran felt dizzy. A moment later, they both collapsed to the ground, their faces contorted in pain.

At the same time, they discovered that their true energy was constantly draining away; Sha Luo had begun to absorb their inner strength.

'It seems I, Lu Ping, am truly going to die here. I'm so unwilling!' Lu Ping cried out in despair in his heart.

"Young Master Lu, I'm so sorry... It's all my fault for dragging you into this... If it were just the two of us who survived this calamity... I, Mu Ran, would wish to be with you... forever." Looking at Lu Ping beside her, Mu Ran spoke softly, her voice filled with remorse. Mu Ran

believed that Lu Ping had risked his life to fight the Demon Lord mostly because of her. He had helped her avenge the massacre of Tianling Manor, which had led to their current predicament, and she felt deeply guilty.

Mu Ran also understood that they were doomed today. She spoke these words partly to express her feelings for Lu Ping, and partly to fulfill his long-held wish. Mu Ran was unaware that Lu Ping desired to fulfill this wish through physical intimacy in bed… After hearing Mu Ran's words, Lu Ping did not respond, only giving a bitter smile, thinking to himself: "I'm about to die, what's the point of talking about growing old together?" Then he thought again: "If I really survive this ordeal, I'll fuck you for three days and three nights to make it worthwhile, I'll definitely train you into the most lewd fairy…" "Hahaha… such pure Xuan Yin cold energy, little girl, the Xuan Yin Pearl is indeed on you." Sha Luo looked at Mu Ran, who was paralyzed on the ground, unable to move, and laughed ecstatically. After

absorbing Mu Ran's internal energy containing Xuan Yin cold energy, Sha Luo's primordial spirit injury would be healed, and at that time, after reshaping his physical body, he would be able to regain the strength he had a hundred years ago.

A hundred years ago, Sha Luo was on the verge of transcending the mortal realm and becoming a true demon. He was just one step away from breaking through his mortal body and becoming a true celestial demon. Unfortunately, just as his cultivation reached its peak and he was about to break through, he was severely injured by a sword strike from the first Palace Master of Hanyue Palace. If he hadn't cultivated the power of his primordial spirit at the time of his breakthrough and hadn't sacrificed his physical body to avoid that fatal sword strike...

Just as Mu Ran and Lu Ping were in despair, a dazzling white light suddenly appeared in the distant void, flying towards the inner palace of the demonic sect at an astonishing speed.

Before the white light even got close, the clear sky above the inner palace suddenly changed dramatically. The white clouds that had been scattered in various parts of the sky were now gathering together above the inner palace. The continuous white clouds formed a cloud cluster, which was constantly flying and swirling in the air amidst the howling wind and air waves, gradually forming a huge white vortex.

As the white light disappeared into the clouds, a colossal white cloud sword, thousands of feet long, emerged from the vortex formed by the clouds and plunged towards the inner hall with overwhelming momentum.

Seeing this dramatic change in the sky and feeling the overwhelming, holy aura pressing down upon him, Sha Luo knew a powerful figure had appeared. Startled, he dared not relax his guard and immediately stopped absorbing the inner energy of Mu Ran and the other two.

A large amount of black energy surged out of the inner hall, forming six defensive barriers above it. Sha Luo's demonic blade reappeared, and he was fully prepared for the arrival of a powerful enemy.

"Master, it's Master… Young Master Lu, we're saved!" Mu Ran sensed Leng Ningyue's aura and looked at Lu Ping, bursting into tears of joy.

Lu Ping naturally also noticed the strange change above the inner hall. Seeing Sha Luo suddenly stop absorbing their inner energy and instead become fully vigilant, he had already guessed that an extremely powerful figure had appeared, but he didn't know who this powerful figure was, that could make the Demon Lord of the Demonic Sect appear so tense.

Hearing Mu Ran's words, he finally understood, but was also incredibly shocked. Although he knew the Palace Master of Hanyue Palace was a peerless expert, he had always thought she was only slightly stronger than Mu Ran. He believed that after absorbing the inner strength of Monk Wuchan, he should be no weaker than her. Now it seemed that the difference in strength between him and the Palace Master of Hanyue Palace was like heaven and earth.

"Xue'er, is it possible for your master to defeat this demon?"

Although shocked by Leng Ningyue's overwhelming strength, Lu Ping still had some worries. What if even Mu Ran's master couldn't defeat this demon? Wouldn't that be another false alarm?

"Master's cultivation is boundless, and her strength far surpasses mine. Mu Ran believes in Master." After a moment of contemplation, Mu Ran said with a firm gaze.

In fact, Mu Ran didn't know how strong Leng Ningyue truly was, or whether she could defeat the demon. But from childhood, Leng Ningyue had always been an omnipotent and towering figure in her heart, so she absolutely refused to believe that her master would be no match for the demon.

Just as Lu Ping and Mu Ran were discussing, the thousand-foot-long cloud sword in the sky shattered three black qi barriers in succession. Lightning flashed and thunder roared across the clear sky, shaking the heavens and earth. Boundless shockwaves surged and spread outwards like a tidal wave…

Sha Luo felt immense pressure, and the black shadow floating in the void plummeted repeatedly. He hadn't expected the person in the sky to be so powerful, breaking through three of his defensive barriers with a single strike.

Mu Ran and Lu Ping were overjoyed to see Sha Luo fall into a disadvantageous position in the previous attack.

A few breaths later, another black qi barrier was breached by the thousand-foot-long cloud sword. If Sha Luo hadn't only been in his primordial spirit form, he probably would have coughed up blood to calm his nerves.

He couldn't help but curse inwardly, 'Which old monster is this? His strength is terrifying!' Sensing the enemy's superior strength, Sha Luo roared, and the black demonic pearl immediately flew into the shadowy figure's body. Instantly, the black aura surrounding the figure intensified, and at the same time, the power of the last two defensive barriers above the inner hall continued to increase.

"Who goes there? Why do you harass me?" Sha Luo asked,

looking up at the sky. "I am Leng Ningyue, the fifth Palace Master of Hanyue Palace." A melodious, cold, and holy voice rang out, as beautiful as heavenly music, making one feel as if they were on a cloud.

"Hanyue Palace! What a small world!" But Sha Luo had no interest in appreciating the melodious voice; instead, he gritted his teeth and said.

He hadn't expected the newcomer to be the current Palace Master of Hanyue Palace. Sha Luo knew that things would not end well today. Recalling the grudge from a hundred years ago, his anger was immediately hard to suppress.

"Sha Luo, a hundred years ago you wantonly poisoned the common people, harming the martial arts world of the Central Plains, causing widespread suffering. Back then, my master upheld justice and eliminated evil, and you were fortunate enough to escape and survive for a hundred years. If you had remained hidden, I would not have bothered with you. But today you injured my disciple, forcing me to take action to rid the martial arts world of this scourge." "Hmph! You vile woman from the Cold Moon Palace, do you think I'm a pushover? Then let's see who wins today!" Sha Luo roared, and the defensive barrier above the inner hall suddenly disappeared. He poured all his true energy into the demonic blade, and the blade's aura surged. Then, Sha Luo swung his arms, and a huge blade of light attacked the cloud sword in the sky. At the same time, the demonic blade also flew out of his hand, rushing upwards along with the blade of light.

After a loud bang, the blade of light sliced through the sword tip. The powerful attack caused the thousand-foot cloud sword to crumble slightly, and a section of the originally sharp and pointed sword tip was broken off.

Following the flash of the blade, another, ever-growing demonic blade arrived, its power several times greater than the previous attack.

When the sharp tip struck the cloud sword, the sword shattered repeatedly. In a short time, more than half of the thousand-foot-long cloud sword was broken, its momentum greatly diminished.

Seeing that he had finally gained the upper hand, Sha Luo's confidence soared, and he wanted to press his advantage and defeat Leng Ningyue in one fell swoop.

Mu Ran and Lu Ping, watching from below, were secretly worried. If even the Palace Master of Hanyue Palace couldn't defeat this demon, then no one in the world could, and they would surely die. Mu Ran was even more worried about her master's safety, but unfortunately, they had exhausted their inner strength and were severely injured. Although they wanted to help, they were powerless to do so.

Just as the two were filled with worry, they suddenly heard celestial music from the sky. A moment later, they felt the world filled with a vast and holy aura.

"The Cold Moon Technique, covering my body, vast and holy aura, the souls of demons..." As soon as the words fell, a beam of azure light emerged from the clouds, swirling towards the broken cloud sword. The previously dilapidated cloud sword instantly solidified, transforming into a complete thousand-foot cloud sword, its blade covered in a layer of azure energy, radiating boundless azure light and unstoppable sword energy.

This was the second time Sha Luo had felt such a profound crisis; the first time was a hundred years ago, and he never imagined he would face a life-or-death predicament again today.

The thousand-foot cloud sword's momentum grew stronger, while the demonic blade began to retreat continuously. Sha Luo had almost exhausted the inner strength stored in the demonic pearl over the past century, yet he was still powerless to reverse the tide.

The demonic blade trembled violently, and the black shadow gradually dissipated. After a quarter of an hour of stalemate, a deafening roar erupted, and the cloud sword and demonic blade vanished together into nothingness high in the sky.

As the sword and blade disappeared, a white sword light shot out from the clouds, striking the black shadow directly.

Struck by the sword light, the black shadow screamed in agony. A few breaths later, the black shadow vanished, leaving only a black demonic bead falling to the ground.

The sword light, after passing through the black shadow, landed in the inner hall and embedded itself in the ground. This long sword, its surface as clear as jade, seemed ordinary, yet it had caused Sha Luo's body to disintegrate.

"Master!" Mu Ran raised her head slightly, her eyes filled with tears, gazing at the beautiful figure slowly descending.

Lu Ping followed Mu Ran's gaze and looked up, feeling a surge of emotion. This beautiful woman, like a celestial maiden, was actually Mu Ran's master?

Lu Ping had always assumed Mu Ran's master was a reclusive master, a senior figure in the martial arts world, or at least a middle-aged woman. He hadn't expected the Palace Master of Hanyue Palace to be so young and beautiful. Her voice alone had captivated him, and now, seeing her ethereal beauty, he was utterly astonished.

Leng Ningyue, dressed in snow-white robes, gracefully descended, landing beside Mu Ran. A thin sash cinched her waist, accentuating her exquisite figure, making her resemble a fairy from a painting. Her skin was like jade, her beauty breathtaking, almost too stunning to look at directly. Her refined, noble, and holy aura was captivating, yet one dared not harbor any disrespect.

Lu Ping was momentarily mesmerized, almost losing his composure in front of the two fairies, but fortunately, a shrill voice rang out, startling him back to reality.

"Aaaaah!!! You vile woman of the Cold Moon Palace, I will take you down with me!!" After the black shadow's form was shattered, Sha Luo's primordial spirit was severely injured once more, retreating back into the demonic pearl. He had spent a hundred years painstakingly recovering 30-40% of his injuries, only to be reduced to his original form by the vile woman of the Cold Moon Palace. Feeling utterly hopeless, he decided to perish together with Leng Ningyue.

The demonic pearl began to expand continuously, cracks appearing on its dark surface.

"Not good! Primordial spirit self-destruction. Xue'er, you all retreat quickly."

Before the words were finished, Leng Ningyue pushed with her palm, and a gentle force propelled Mu Ran, Lu Ping, and Lan Ji to a distance.

At the same time, the black demonic pearl flew towards Leng Ningyue, determined to perish together with her.

Leng Ningyue immediately activated her Cold Moon Technique internal energy, instantly forming a spherical true energy barrier, trapping the demonic pearl within it. The self-destruction of the primordial spirit was no small matter. For safety, Leng Ningyue set up several more true energy barriers outside the first barrier.

At this moment, the demonic pearl had expanded to its limit, and the cracks covering its surface were shocking.

"Hahaha!!! Let's die together!!"

Finally, with a deafening roar that shook the heavens and the earth, Sha Luo's primordial spirit self-destructed. The terrifying shockwave even made Mu Ran and the other two hiding in the distance feel deafened, dizzy, and their bodies churned, their blood and qi flowing backward...

All the true energy barriers that Leng Ningyue had set up were shattered, leaving only the last barrier fragilely holding the last line of defense. However, the barrier was already covered with cracks and could break at any moment. Fortunately, the aftershocks of the primordial spirit self-destruction were gradually weakening.

"Pfft..."

After a long time, the aftershocks of the self-destruction completely dissipated, and Leng Ningyue finally breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a sharp pain in her dantian. She immediately spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, and her face turned pale instantly, as if she was seriously injured.

"Master!"

Mu Ran, having recovered some of her inner strength, felt a pang of anxiety upon seeing Leng Ningyue injured. She leaped towards Leng Ningyue.

"Xue'er, there's no need to worry. I'm fine and will recover in a few days," Leng Ningyue

said with a faint smile. Although Leng Ningyue downplayed her injuries, Mu Ran, observing the blood at the corner of her mouth and her pale face, deduced that her master was seriously injured and was merely downplaying the severity to comfort her.

"Master, I acted rashly in my revenge and even caused you to be injured..." Mu Ran bowed her head, admitting her mistake like a little girl who had made a mistake. Then, as if remembering something, he asked in confusion, "Master, how did you know I was in trouble?"

Leng Ningyue lightly raised her jade arm, and the long sword stuck in the ground immediately returned to her hand. She then said, "This sword is called the Cold Moon Sword. It was left behind by our grandmaster when he ascended to heaven a hundred years ago. The sword contains a trace of immortal energy. Once Sha Luo makes any unusual movements, it can sense it. Today, the Cold Moon Sword seemed to sense something, and its reaction was strong. I deduced that the demon had already appeared in the world. Also, thinking that Xue'er had been down the mountain for a long time, I was worried, so I followed the Cold Moon Sword's senses to find her. Fortunately, I arrived in time..."

Lu Pingyuan wanted to follow Mu Ran to see Leng Ningyue, but in the corner of his eye, he noticed a black bead not far away. He picked up the bead and looked at it closely, and was secretly shocked: "This...isn't this the Demon Bead?

Could it be that Sha Luo isn't dead?...Should I give it to Mu Ran's master?" Lu Ping hesitated, still feeling the surge of true energy as he held the black bead in his hand... After some thought, he made up his mind and decided to take it back to the Alliance Leader's Mansion for a thorough study. He immediately put the Demon Bead away and quickly walked towards Mu Ran.

"Junior Lu Ping greets Senior, thank you for saving my life." Lu Ping solemnly clasped his hands in a salute to Leng Ningyue.

"Master, this is Young Master Lu from the Alliance Leader's Mansion. Young Master Lu is an upright man, and I have been saved by him many times. This time, he even risked his life to help me eliminate the demon..." Mu Ran praised Lu Ping endlessly.

"Young Hero Lu, there's no need for such formalities." Leng Ningyue smiled faintly and said nothing more.

Lu Ping, however, kept his head slightly lowered. He dared not look directly at the fairy before him, worried that a single glance would make him infatuated and cause him to lose his composure in front of her. Moreover, Leng Ningyue always possessed an aura of noble purity that made people dare not look directly at her.

"The demon has been vanquished this time. Senior is injured and it is not advisable for you to travel a long distance. And Hanyue Palace is quite far from here. I would like to humbly invite Senior and Miss Mu Ran to stay at the Alliance Leader's Mansion for a few days. There are some good medicines for healing in the mansion. I would like to take this opportunity to repay Senior's life-saving grace."

"Master, what Young Master Lu said makes sense. You are injured. Why don't we go to the Alliance Leader's Mansion to rest for a while?" Mu Ran immediately agreed.

Leng Ningyue originally wanted to refuse Lu Ping's invitation. She always preferred peace and quiet and disliked being disturbed. However, judging from the expressions of the two, she immediately understood. Her good disciple must have developed feelings for the man in front of her. What puzzled her was, what about Han Xiao, whom Mu Ran had been thinking about for the past ten years? But with Lu Ping present, she could not ask too much.

After pondering for a long time, Leng Ningyue finally nodded gently.

The three of them, carrying the still unconscious Lan Ji, returned to the Alliance Leader's Mansion together...

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