“Yao’er? Isn’t that a bit… inappropriate?”
When Yan Qi—now in her fox-eared loli form—told Yan Yu to call her “Yao’er” if she liked, Yan Yu hesitated, knowing the implications of such a familiar nickname.
“It’s fine! That’s just my name, after all.”
“Alright, if you say so. Then I’ll call you Yao’er from now on.”
“And I’ll keep calling you Big Sis Yu, just like before!”
“Ahem. That cultist over there might be distracted by the potion rain, but that doesn’t mean we have time to chat.”
Not forgetting their real objective, Yan Qi quickly had her Dao Yan Empress分身 step in to remind them.
Hearing this, Yan Yu snapped back to attention—she’d been so relieved to see Dao Yan recovered that she’d momentarily forgotten about their enemy.
“Sorry, I can’t believe I got sidetracked.”
“No need to apologize for something like that.”
“By the way, Dao Yan—when you mentioned ‘potion’ earlier, were you talking about the rain from those emerald clouds?”
“Yes.”
“Then who made that potion?”
Still unclear about its origin, Yan Yu turned to Dao Yan for answers.
“I did. It’s my transcendent ability.”
This time, Yan Qi herself answered instead of letting her分身 reply, puffing out her chest proudly.
“So it was you? I thought those clouds were the abyssal beast’s doing!”
“That plague-powered monster could never make healing clouds like mine!” Yan Qi declared, hands on her hips.
“Alright, Yan Yu,” Dao Yan interjected. “I’m still not in fighting shape, so you and Hu Yao’er will need to handle that bishop and his abyssal beast.”
“Got it. But… are you sure Yao’er can help?”
Sensing Yan Qi’s energy as a peak two-star transcendent, Yan Yu couldn’t hide her doubt.
“Don’t worry. Hu Yao’er’s abilities perfectly counter these cultists and their monsters. She’ll be a huge asset.”
“If you say so… Yao’er, stick with me.”
“Okay!”
“Be careful out there.”
“We will, Dao Yan.”
With that, Yan Yu and Yan Qi (still in fox loli form) charged toward Wen Ning and his plague beast, who were desperately trying to escape the emerald rain’s range.
Watching them go, Yan Qi wiped imaginary sweat from Dao Yan’s forehead and sighed internally.
“Playing two roles at once is exhausting. I swear I’m gonna develop split personality disorder at this rate.”
…..
“Damn it! These clouds are following me? Someone must be controlling them. I need to find that bastard before this pain kills me!”
Realizing the emerald clouds were tracking his movements, Wen Ning knew someone was behind them. He frantically scanned the area, hoping to eliminate the source of his torment.
But just as he began his search, Yan Yu was already upon him, her Bloodthirst Sword gleaming as she struck.
Though weakened by the rain, Wen Ning’s reflexes kicked in. He commanded the plague beast beneath him to retaliate—releasing toxic mist and lashing out with writhing tentacles to block her advance.
Yet the moment the green fog spewed forth, the emerald raindrops purified it instantly, leaving Wen Ning defenseless.
Seeing this, Yan Yu’s hesitation vanished. She severed every grasping tentacle in her path and closed in on Wen Ning.
“Shit!”
Panicking, Wen Ning had the plague beast’s remaining tendrils yank him away just in time to avoid her blade.
As Yan Yu lunged after him, the beast convulsed violently. Hundreds of mismatched tentacles erupted from its body, surging toward her like a living tsunami.
Unfazed, Yan Yu activated her skill—[Bloodthirst Sword Art]—and unleashed a sweeping slash.
The next instant, every surrounding tentacle was diced into segments, raining onto the ground in wet, twitching chunks.
With the path cleared, Yan Yu locked onto Wen Ning’s fleeing figure.
“You’re not getting away!”
She kicked off the plague beast’s mutilated body—now riddled with gashes from her剑气—and shot toward him like an arrow.
Wen Ning’s blood ran cold. At his one-star peak transcendent level, he stood no chance in direct combat.
In desperation, he forced his wounded beast to fire [Plague Beams]—not just at Yan Yu, but at himself as well.
A suicidal gambit: if the beams struck them both, the resulting debuffs might cripple Yan Yu long enough for him to escape.
“What—?!”
Yan Yu’s eyes widened. Mid-air, with no way to dodge, she could only brace as the sickly green light engulfed her.