"All right, later we sneak in and steal the stuff first!"
Old Wu chuckled, rubbing a small bag of powder in his hand. "This is the Confusion Powder personally refined by Qi Dānzūn, cost me over three thousand low-grade spirit stones!
If it weren't for these ascended cultivators being fat sheep, I wouldn't dare to waste it!"
Any cultivator who managed to ascend was living comfortably in the lower realm, usually carrying plenty of valuable items.
Since they had no background or backing, even if killed, no one would come looking for revenge, so they were often robbed.
Now that Song Wanníng had appeared, many were secretly watching her.
Especially since they thought that whoever targeted her would only end up dead, Old Wu's excitement grew unbearable.
That was why he teamed up with the waiter, planning to break in and steal in the middle of the night.
Their method was brutal: first knock the person out with the powder, then grab their storage ring, and spend some money getting a black market big shot to open it. Then everything inside belonged to them!
Old Wu's mouth curled into a grin as he quietly pushed open the door.
But the next moment, his smile froze. His eyes widened in shock.
Because Song Wanníng on the bed was like a ghost hidden in the darkness, her eyes locked tightly on him.
Just meeting that gaze sent chills down his spine.
"What are you standing there for?"
The waiter saw Old Wu frozen and was startled. Then, as if realizing something, he turned and ran without hesitation.
Old Wu snapped out of it, furious, and shouted, "You damn coward, leaving me behind—"
Before he could finish, a divine lightning suddenly appeared out of thin air, crashing down on the running waiter.
Boom—
A flash of lightning lit up the entire town in an instant.
Old Wu watched helplessly as the waiter was struck to ashes, not even managing a scream before completely perishing.
His eyelids twitched, and he nearly fell to his knees.
Fear had shattered his guts and liver.
But as he spun around, the person on the bed had already vanished.
Old Wu's heart skipped as another divine lightning bolt struck down.
This time the thunderstorm was fiercer, destroying more than half the inn.
The innkeeper and other cultivators fled outside, horror and confusion written all over their faces as they watched the thunderbolt fade.
"Why the hell is there lightning in the middle of the night?"
"Yeah, it scared the hell out of me. I was just cultivating when the lightning struck without warning, almost causing me to misfire and fall into madness!"
"Damn it, if I find out who did this, I'll tear them apart!"
The crowd pointed at the inn, none understanding why divine lightning had suddenly fallen.
The innkeeper was heartbroken. More than half his inn was destroyed. To restore the arrays would cost a fortune in spirit stones.
He gritted his teeth, cursing the waiter as useless. Couldn't even handle an ascended cultivator.
Once he was sure no more lightning would fall, he hurried back inside the ruined inn to search for any sign of Song Wanníng.
But he found no trace and reluctantly stopped the search.
That woman was probably struck dead by the lightning!
Still, unwilling to miss anyone, he quietly sent out a message.
...
Under the night sky, Song Wanníng had long since left the town, flying toward the dense forest outside.
Having just ascended and already running into trouble, her mood was grim.
Xiao Jin was even more furious, jumping around.
"Sister, they really crossed the line. Luckily, you acted decisively and blasted them to ashes!"
The little sword buzzed excitedly around Song Wanníng's dantian, eyes full of admiration.
"This lightning seed is incredibly useful. No wonder the Heavenly Dao likes to strike with thunder. Who wouldn't love it?"
The tactic of heaven striking with lightning was simple and brutal.
"Right, and it wasn't just any lightning seed, but a divine lightning seed—the Nine Heavens Divine Lightning!"
Long Ling looked up at Song Wanníng with awe, thinking her sister was unbelievably cool.
All the little spirits stared longingly at the divine lightning seed, clearly fascinated.
Song Wanníng's frown relaxed slightly, her gloom lifting.
"It seems the upper realms are even harsher than the lower realm."
In the lower realm, she had power and influence.
In the Spirit Realm, who even knew her?
And without the Prophet's warning, she could only rely on her own judgment to avoid danger step by step.
She had to be more careful.
After some lighthearted teasing from the little ones, Song Wanníng felt less lonely traveling at night.
But as she flew, she suddenly realized something and stopped abruptly.
She landed and found a cave to rest in.
"Sister, what's wrong? Is there danger?"
Xiao Jin immediately went on guard, sword light flashing.
"No, I just suddenly remembered something I saw during the day...
Since we entered that town, haven't we only seen men?"
Song Wanníng's sudden question silenced Xiao Jin, and Long Ling began to recall seriously.
"That's right, there were no women at all. Not a single one!"
Xiao Jin answered firmly, after recalling fragments of memory—it was true, they hadn't seen a single woman.
That was very strange.
Adding the attempted theft her master almost suffered, they all felt something was very wrong.
Song Wanníng felt uneasy too.
In the cultivation world, men and women were equal and it was all about strength.
A place with only one gender was nearly impossible unless it was some special organization.
According to the map, this did not fit.
That town was definitely abnormal.
"Sister, since you're also a woman, could there be danger for you?"
Long Ling immediately thought of the crucial point, worry filling her large eyes.
The Spirit Realm was supposed to be a sanctuary.
But it was no better than the lower realm.
More people meant more trouble.
"Yes, there probably is danger."
Song Wanníng's face was solemn. After some thought, she decided not to leave in a hurry.
She took out several array disks and set them up inside the cave, then concealed her aura multiple times.
Then she released a clone.
The clone could change gender and aura at will, and could alter its appearance, perfect for gathering information.
"Good thing Sister spared the Xi Rang back then, otherwise the clone wouldn't be so perfect!"
Most clones looked exactly like the original and could not change appearance, gender, or aura.
If their master had been greedy and left behind some Xi Rang, the clones wouldn't be so flawless.
Song Wanníng said nothing but clearly was pleased with her clone.
Soon, the clone changed direction under the cover of night and flew back toward the town.
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齐丹尊, Qi Dānzūn (?) Hmmm.... Interesting term???