Sizzle!
The black fiend energy entered Su Yueli's body through her palm.
Immediately, it was swallowed and refined by the Martial Soul inside her, turning into nourishment for her blood qi!
Beside the dragon bed, Yan Yunxiao and the Empress stared in utter shock.
Their mouths fell open, their pupils trembled violently, and their minds went completely blank.
She absorbed it?!
The death-fiend poison, which even Eleventh and Twelfth Realm grand cultivators could do nothing about with their supreme spiritual magic—and which only grew more aggressive the more they tried to force it out—was actually being directly absorbed through the physical body of this blue-dressed woman, who had not a single trace of spiritual energy fluctuations?!
What made Yan Yunxiao's soul tremble even more was the faint phantom that had emerged behind Su Yueli!
“W-What is that?!”
Yan Yunxiao's eyes widened, filled with disbelief. “The Law of Heaven and Earth?! No! That is not a cultivator's dharma form divine ability!”
“There isn't a single fluctuation of spiritual energy... This... This is an anomaly condensed purely from physical blood qi?!”
In the cultivation world, only supreme experts of the Tenth Realm and above could perform similar divine abilities like the Law of Heaven and Earth. Yet, the woman before him was clearly just a martial artist!
How could a mundane martial artist condense such a terrifying physical dharma form that even a Tenth Realm expert would tremble before?!
The Empress's beautiful face was also deathly pale, her delicate body swaying as if she might collapse.
Looking at Su Yueli's cold and elegant back, a tempest raged in her heart.
Was this really just a doctor who had accepted the imperial bounty?
She was simply a supreme master of the martial path who had hidden herself in the mortal world, possessing methods that could reach the heavens!
In less than half a stick of incense's time...
The death-fiend poison that had plagued the Great Yan Emperor for half a year was completely drawn out by Su Yueli!
On the dragon bed, the old emperor's ghastly black complexion returned to a healthy ruddy glow at a speed visible to the naked eye. His weak breathing instantly became steady and deep. His eyelids fluttered, and he actually opened his eyes slowly!
“Royal Father!”
Yan Yunxiao cried out, throwing himself by the bedside.
Meanwhile, Su Yueli retracted her palm, gently exhaling a breath of turbid air. Feeling the slight increase in blood qi from her Martial Soul absorbing the death-fiend poison, she raised her eyebrows in satisfaction.
Turning around, she looked at the completely dumbfounded Crown Prince and Empress. Her tone remained as calm as ever.
“The poison has been neutralized. His Majesty's life is no longer in danger. Now... it is time to fulfill your promise.”
At this moment, the Great Yan Emperor, who had just opened his eyes on the dragon bed, was utterly bewildered, his mind still groggy and confused.
He only remembered falling suddenly ill half a year ago, with a mass of deathly energy torturing him day and night. How was it that the moment he opened his eyes, a peerless, elegant woman in a blue dress was standing before him, surrounded by the Empress and the Crown Prince, whose eyes were red from crying?
Yan Yunxiao quickly leaned in and explained the entire situation from start to finish.
Upon hearing that this blue-dressed woman, who seemingly possessed no spiritual energy, had used peerless methods to completely absorb the death-fiend poison that had driven the royal family to despair, the old emperor was deeply shocked.
He tried to circulate his blood qi and cultivation technique, and indeed, the tormenting death-fiend poison was completely gone!
Although his body was still very weak, his vitality was already surging back continuously.
This long-lost feeling of health made his breathing quicken.
“Saving my life is like giving me a second birth!”
The old emperor forced his weak body up and sat up, his face glowing with joy. “I cannot thank you enough for your miraculous skills! The Grade Eight Myriad Tribulations Blood-Washing Vine we promised will, of course, be presented to you! As for the Heaven-grade immortal artifact... No!”
“A Heaven-grade artifact is not enough to express my gratitude. I authorize you to enter the Great Yan imperial armory and choose any Emperor-grade weapon!”
“From this day forward, you are the most honored friend of our Great Yan royal family!”
Hearing this, Su Yueli raised her eyebrows in slight surprise.
An Emperor-grade weapon?
In the current cultivation world, Heaven-grade high-rank treasures were already rare sect-protecting treasures, and Emperor-grade weapons were practically legendary. This old emperor was indeed exceptionally generous.
Su Yueli smiled faintly. “Then I thank Your Majesty for your generous gift.”
After receiving the Myriad Tribulations Blood-Washing Vine, Su Yueli took Han Yu and, under the warm guidance of Crown Prince Yan Yunxiao, headed straight for the Great Yan royal family's imperial armory.
This trip to Great Yan had gone so smoothly that it was somewhat beyond her expectations.
Walking along the palace corridors, which were heavily guarded by the Imperial Guards, Han Yu tugged at Su Yueli's sleeve, unable to suppress her curiosity.
She lowered her voice and asked softly, “Master... back in the bedchamber, what was that majestic phantom that appeared behind you? It was so terrifying, yet it seemed incredibly powerful!”
Su Yueli glanced at her and smiled gently. “That was a Martial Soul.”
“Martial Soul?”
Han Yu blinked her large eyes, looking utterly bewildered. “I have only heard of a cultivator's dharma form. Is this Martial Soul... a technique of the martial path?”
“Naturally,” Su Yueli smiled. “When the martial path is cultivated to its absolute peak, one's blood qi can connect with heaven and earth, allowing them to condense their own unique Martial Soul. Once you step into a higher realm in the future, you will be able to condense one as well.”
Han Yu's heart swelled with excitement upon hearing this. She clenched her fists, her eyes filled with aspiration and determination.
Walking ahead, Yan Yunxiao heard the quiet conversation behind him, and another wave of shock surged in his heart, though he did not ask any further.
He slowed his pace, turned around, and said politely, “Lady Yueli, if not for your timely assistance, our Great Yan would likely have fallen into chaos. I am deeply grateful.”
“We both got what we wanted. There is no need for the Crown Prince to be so polite,” Su Yueli replied flatly.
As they spoke, the three of them arrived at the heavily guarded imperial armory.
With the thunderous opening of the heavy, Void-Severing stone doors, a wave of weapon-fiend energy rushed over them!
In the massive underground vault, tens of thousands of weapons hung or stood, a dazzling array reflecting cold, sharp light.
The cultivation world categorized weapons and items into four grades: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow. Above Heaven-grade lay the legendary Emperor-grade.
Although a mundane martial artist without spiritual magic could not activate the profound arrays and immortal laws contained within an Emperor-grade weapon, the materials and sharpness of an Emperor-grade weapon were completely incomparable to those of the Heaven-grade.
After all, the weapon spirit Xiaohei in her sea of consciousness was, in its true form, only a Heaven-grade high-rank weapon.
“Wow... So many weapons!”
Han Yu had never seen such a grand display. Her small mouth hung wide open, completely dazzled.
Seeing this, Yan Yunxiao laughed heartily and said generously, “Since Miss Han is Lady Yueli's personal disciple, I cannot be remiss in my manners for our first meeting. Miss Han may freely choose any weapon below Heaven-grade in this armory as a meeting gift from me!”
Upon hearing this, Han Yu looked at Su Yueli in pleasant surprise. “Master, may I?”
Su Yueli smiled and nodded to Yan Yunxiao. “Then I thank the Crown Prince.”
With permission granted, Han Yu cheered and ran off excitedly to pick her very first weapon.
Meanwhile, accompanied by Yan Yunxiao, Su Yueli slowly walked toward the core "Emperor-grade area" of the armory.
Sabers, spears, swords, halberds, axes, battleaxes, hooks, forks... all kinds of peerless weapons exuded a heavy pressure.
Su Yueli's gaze swept over them as she made her calculations.
She was accustomed to using fist and finger techniques, her physical body being her strongest weapon. However, with countless weapons in the world, if she were to choose a polearm as a backup, a saber or a spear would naturally be her first choice.
The saber was overbearing and destructive, while the spear was unyielding and unstoppable, both highly compatible with the fierce and overbearing nature of her Ji Dao martial aura.
As she walked, Su Yueli suddenly paused.
On a stone platform at the far end of the hall lay a long spear, entirely pitch-black like ink, its shaft wrapped in dark red patterns.
The tip of the spear was incredibly sharp, faintly exuding a terrifying fiend energy that seemed capable of tearing through the void and drinking the blood of all living things!
An Emperor-grade spear!
Almost at the exact moment Su Yueli saw the spear, the weapon spirit Xiaohei, who had been quiet deep in her sea of consciousness for a long time, began to tremble violently, erupting with an intense wave of excitement and desire!
“This spear...” Su Yueli's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she raised her eyebrows.
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