Jue Qing, young in age, but entirely cyan, intensely cyan.
She had never been so cyan, nor so light, and it was all because this place was extraordinary.
Now Jue Qing's whole body was dyed green, completely dyed, with juices derived from crushed leaves and grass, blended and brewed with a Secret Technique. She was painted from head to toe, and at a glance, she blended with the surrounding green trees and erald grass, emitting a fresh scent of vegetation, making it impossible to distinguish her from nature.
A clever erald bird perched on the treetop, and as she walked past, it remained entirely unaware.
This was not only because Jue Qing was cyan enough, but also light enough.
She employed the unique Cultivation Technique of the Jue family, her hands and feet like they had pads, landing without a sound.
Her body was as agile as a civet; even when slipping through the jungle, she rarely disturbed the leaves and branches.
Because her figure seed almost boneless, she could twist into all kinds of positions and weave through them.
The origin of Fusang ninjas was indeed assassins.
Assassins could be said to be one of the oldest professions in the Martial World, and the Fusang people excelled at this, especially female ninjas, whose bodies were lethal weapons themselves.
While you are still admiring her body's flexibility and beauty, as well as her eighteen different postures, she would end your life at the mont of your greatest enjoynt and relaxation.
For example, Jue Qing's legs were deadly; they once effortlessly squeezed several crocodiles to death, and now they silently let her pass through this forest.
Jue Qing's expression was solemn, her movents done very seriously, even though there should be no one around, she didn't dare relax even slightly.
Because this was the Source Valley, the location of the Source Palace.
The Great Heavenly Dog is the Source God, so if he's here, there would be divine ans; she must be cautious.
She was following the stream upwards, because that huge red undergarnt floated down from the stream, which ant this was the closer, correct direction.
The sound of the stream water was right by her ears, and Jue Qing kept walking without knowing how long she had walked.
When she entered the valley, it was just early morning; at that ti, one could still see the warm sun casting on the valley.
And by this ti, she could no longer see the sunlight.
The valley blocked the light, and around her rose a layer of mist; she couldn't distinguish if it was noon or dusk.
Jue Zhong realized this white mist was actually a kind of toxic miasma, but for soone with her powerful bloodline, it posed no problem.
Since childhood, Jue Qing treated herself as a ninja for training, and one common thod ninjas used for killing was poisoning.
She could hide poison in any part of her body, for instance, hiding poison in her groin could kill silently.
Through her bloodline, she developed an invulnerability to all poisons.
Jue Qing always had confidence in her abilities; otherwise, she wouldn't have dared to venture here.
Yet in this valley, she couldn't muster any confidence; clearly, nothing had happened, and her concealnt was perfect, yet she felt a sense of unease.
Suddenly, Jue Qing's expression tensed because she heard so voices.
The sounds probably weren't close, like echoes of loud speech from afar in the valley.
Yet inexplicably, she felt the sounds were nearby, as if soone was whispering malevolently.
Jue Qing hurriedly continued moving inward.
Just then, her foot suddenly found empty space, and she began to fall.
In front of her unexpectedly appeared a cliff, and Jue Qing, caught off guard, went plumting down.
However, she was after all a ninja, and quickly reacted; her legs spread, a hook cable shot out from her pant leg, hooking onto the cliff face, swinging her across.
Jue Qing landed on the cliff face, feeling sowhat frustrated.
She hadn't expected to make such a rookie mistake.
This indicated her emotions were still affected.
Or perhaps, since entering this valley, her mind had never settled, almost as if in conflict with this place.
Jue Qing adjusted her breathing, grasped the rope, and agilely slid down.
Because of the surrounding fog, she couldn't see the cliff bottom, so she continued exploring downward.
During her descent, her feet would press against the cliff, her hand would shake, and the hook cable would release from the cliff, falling with her body, only to hook back again with a flick, the entire process smooth as flowing clouds and water.
Suddenly, Jue Qing slipped, a shock running through her entire body.
Because she felt she had stepped on sothing alive!
Just as she was about to look down, everything turned white before her eyes, and her entire self, including the hook cable, flew out.
Jue Qing landed heavily on the ground, seeing stars, blood erging from her seven orifices, feeling like she lost half her life.
Yet she still struggled to her feet, thankfully having only broken a few ribs.
For the Duan Family, a few ribs were nothing, having little impact.
Jue Qing couldn't help but look up, feeling a chill running through her body.
She was knocked down by sothing alive; although she didn't see what it was, she could sense it was a massive creature.
What was that thing?
For a mont, Jue Qing only felt the valley grow stranger and more terrifying, with clouds swirling above; she continually sensed that massive creature was still up there.
Jue Qing endured the pain and walked forward; because of the injury, her muscles and blood beca even more excited.
The Duan Family, hmph, the Duan Family inherently possessed the greater strength in battle.
This position as a daughter was hers for sure!
Thinking that with determined effort, she might beco Duan Yun's new daughter, Jue Qing suddenly felt full of energy.
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