Millie Xiao, a Wudang Sect girl whose beauty was matched only by her sword skill, had been a close friend of Eadric Rong since childhood. They shared many beautiful memories under blooming plum trees, but also faced an inevitable parting that destiny had written in the stars.When Eadric Rong was caught in danger in the Gobi Desert, amidst the invasion of the White Stream Sect that threatened to consume everything, only one figure appeared to save him: Millie Xiao. With a strong sense of friendship that transcended sectarian boundaries, she went against the will of the White Sect, and eliminated the Goodwill Nun with her own blade.Eventually, the two of them parted ways due to their different worlds that could never truly merge.Eadric Rong, with his abilities and recognized as a genius in the black sect where shadows ruled, while Millie Xiao was the Wudang Sect's top disciple, having been directly trained by the Sect Leader. She walked the path of righteous cultivation, serving as a

The sun began to reveal its rays on the horizon like golden fingers reaching across the battlefield where countless souls had fallen. Morning light cast long shadows across the blood-soaked courtyard, painting everything in shades of amber and crimson that spoke of the night's terrible cost.Millie Xiao, with trembling hands that shook like autumn leaves, kept a tight grip on the blood-soaked Bright Star Sword. Her entire body showed extreme exhaustion that went beyond mere physical weariness, reaching into the very depths of her spirit where qi reserves had been drained to dangerous levels.Her hair, which was once neatly arranged in a small jeweled bun secured with silver pins crafted by master artisans, now fell in disarray. Dark strands brushed against her face that bore the stains of blood and sweat mixed with tears she refused to acknowledge.She had swallowed dozens of energy-boosting pills throughout the night to survive until sunrise, each one burning like liquid fire down he

A moment passed like an eternity measured in heartbeats..."Thank you for giving me time to recover my energy like a gracious opponent should. Let us begin the duel between fellow Golden Lotus-level practitioners," Millie Xiao said in a calm tone that belied the storm raging within her heart. Her face was now flushed red, residual tension mixed with rekindled vigor that flowed through her meridians like spring water after winter's thaw.Her dantian felt full, her energy having recovered to eighty percent of its former strength. "This is enough to fight that Silver Armor," Millie Xiao thought to herself, her battle determination returning like a phoenix rising from ashes.However, before she could prepare her next move or assume a proper fighting stance, the sword in the silver-armored woman's hand moved at an almost impossible speed."Accept death!"The scythe-like curved blade cut through the air with a howling sound like banshees crying for the souls of the damned, carrying an eerie

In an instant, new figures emerged from the mist like phantoms materializing from another realm, directly joining the battle with fresh vigor."Long live Longhai Continent!""Fight for honor, rather than die in vain!""Slaughter all the invading demons from Podura Continent!"The shout broke the despair like hammer strikes shattering chains, replacing it with a new flame of vigor that burned bright as forge fires. The battle cries echoed across the mountain peaks with power that could move heaven itself.Practitioner figures that Millie Xiao had never recognized attacked with shocking force that defied natural laws, repelling the experts of the Podura Continent. Millie Xiao squinted, trying to recognize them through the swirling mist and flashing lights of combat."Black cult sects?" she whispered in near disbelief that made her voice crack like breaking ice.Her heart was overwhelmed with emotion that crashed over her like tsunami waves. The black sects, the sworn enemies of the whit

In truth, Millie Xiao could have escaped alone, heading for the heavily guarded Forbidden Peak with its ancient protective formations. But her heart couldn't bear to leave Fang-fang just like that, abandoning her to certain death.The female disciple who had always been by her side like a younger sister, who had fought alongside her tooth and nail against impossible odds.Fang-fang drooped limply in her arms, leopard claw wounds gaping on her body like cruel mouths. Blood flowed profusely and soaked her torn robes that had once been pristine white, now dyed crimson with sacrifice.Her face was deathly pale as winter frost, her breathing ragged, as if her life was about to slip away like sand through desperate fingers. In an instant, Fang-fang's body felt heavier than before, weighted down by approaching death."Hold on!" whispered Millie Xiao, her voice almost inaudible, trembling with unbearable anxiety that threatened to shatter her composure. Her eyes flashed with moisture, holding