A dozen minutes later, outside Jeju University, atop a tall building near the edge of campus, a woman stood with her arms crossed, her cold gaze fixed on the bustling school grounds below.
From a distance, she looked just like a jade statue.
A gentle breeze swept by, causing her skirt to flutter. In the chilly air, glimpses of her fair, smooth skin could be seen in the biting wind.
"I told you to protect the school, not to slaughter the innocent. With everyone in a panic, who’s going to clean up this ss?"
Just then, a clear and serene voice slowly sounded by the woman’s ear.
The voice wasn’t loud, but it struck her like a clap of thunder, making her whole body tremble as she imdiately dropped to her knees.
"Master, spare my life!"
"When did I tell you to call Master?"
As his voice fell, a tall, slender figure appeared behind the woman. His eyes were cold, revealing no hint of his mood.
"This servant acted on her own. Please, Senior, punish ."
"Punishnt won’t be necessary. And when no one else is around, you can call that. It’s not a bad way to lighten the mood."
The newcor was, of course, Zhao Rui.
"Get up. Considering your dedicated efforts, I won’t punish you this ti. Next ti, be more discreet. These students who pose a hidden threat can be dealt with, but don’t do it so openly."
"Yes, Master. This servant knows her mistake."
The woman gave a slight bow and rose to her feet, then obediently moved to stand behind Zhao Rui.
This woman was none other than Su Wanyun, the Female Demon Cultivator from Taihua Mountain whom he had subdued in Gui Xu.
"You’re aware that Gui Xu and Blue Star have rged, right?"
"I know. I bought a cell phone and a laptop..."
"You learn fast, don’t you?"
Zhao Rui was slightly taken aback; he hadn’t expected her to learn so quickly.
"What are your thoughts?"
"This servant dares not speak rashly."
"I don’t stand on ceremony here. Just do your work with dedication, and that’s all that matters."
"Thank you, Master. In this servant’s humble opinion, back in Gui Xu, the Great Shang and the Great Zhou were locked in continuous war. Even though the Great Song occupied its own peaceful corner, it ultimately couldn’t escape the fate of being conquered..."
"So, the current situation has rely brought the Great Song and the Central Plains together... In the end, this war is inevitable."
Zhao Rui nodded. "Is there a solution?"
"Well... this servant is too short-sighted to have thought of one."
Su Wanyun hurriedly bowed in apology.
"Mm."
Zhao Rui stood tall, his gaze fixed on the distance—the quiet campus, the bustling city. It was a life that, despite its flaws, had once been stable and peaceful.
’Once war begins, all of it will be gone.’
"I am keeping you by my side because I need you to do one thing for ."
"Please command , Master!"
"I need you to train a group of Martial Artists. Their Martial Arts must be exceptional, and their loyalty must be absolute..."
"Yes, Master!"
Su Wanyun agreed without hesitation. She couldn’t help but raise her eyes slightly to look at the man before her.
In the sunlight, his tall, slender figure seed even more imposing. A single glance revealed an inexplicable power, as deep and unfathomable as the ocean.
After only a single glance, she hastily lowered her head.
"This is a form of Martial Arts that allows one to glimpse Domain Power. I’ll impart the first half to you for now..."
"This...! Thank you, Master!"
Su Wanyun was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed in gratitude.
She felt a little fortunate that Zhao Rui had brought her to Blue Star. Not only had she escaped the purge of the Great Zhou and Great Shang, but she had also obtained a profound Martial Art.
Even though it had been against her will at first.
But now, she was so content that she had no desire to return.
The rich entertainnt of modern society... a place like the Fake Song could never compare.
Half an hour later, Zhao Rui tapped his feet lightly and flew straight down from the tall building, vanishing from Su Wanyun’s sight.
...
The Central Plains, a land of beautiful mountains and rivers with delightful scenery.
To journey through on foot, taking in the world’s natural beauty while laughing and talking of the long tales of the Jianghu—it was an experience with a flavor all its own.
On a small path outside Hangu Pass, several tall, beautiful won in down jackets were chatting and laughing casually by the roadside.
They had slender, willowy figures, each at least 1.7 ters tall. A single glance was enough to tell they were models.
Beside them, a few n bustled about, carrying items and setting up cara equipnt.
Evidently, they were a photography team on an outdoor shoot.
"Alright, ladies, we’re ready to start! Everyone, get in position."
At the director’s command, the won began to shed their thick down jackets.
They revealed the light, gauze-like garnts underneath.
To call them garnts was a stretch; "strips of cloth" would have been more accurate.
The cold air made them shiver uncontrollably.
"Pull yourselves together! Let’s try to get this in one take."
"Good, nice. Hips up a bit. Yes, just like that. Very good."
The flashes flickered and shutters clicked endlessly, capturing one beautiful photo after another.
"Stop! Cut!"
"Hey, you in the background! What’s the deal? Can you hurry it up? Don’t you see we’re in the middle of a shoot here?"
They had only been shooting for a mont when the photographer suddenly frowned and shouted toward the background.
Following the sound, everyone looked over and saw a handso young man in a well-fitting Daoist robe strolling leisurely in their direction.
Since it was a narrow path with only one route, his approach put him directly in the photographer’s fra.
"Oh, my apologies. I’ll get right out of your way."
The young man offered an apologetic smile, and his pace quickened considerably.
In a mont, he had moved past the photographer and out of the cara’s fra.
"Hey, you’ve got a great look. Any interest in being in a photo?"
Struck by a sudden whim, the photographer couldn’t help but call out to the young man beside him.
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The young man pointed at himself, slightly surprised. Although he considered himself to be fairly handso, that was just his own opinion—his good looks, he felt, stemd more from his temperant.
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