Her clear eyes seemed to want to murder them with the blazing fire within them. The air in the room was tense. The atmosphere between them was tense and a chilling breath was formed in the room. It was getting harder to breathe with the clash of spiritual energy being released by them.
Xu Chang being the weakest at the Soul Refinement stage, coughed up blood from the overbearing pressure being released by the three females.
When she saw that she was the only one being weakened under the pressure, her eyes darkened. Unwillingness brewed in her heart, she didn't want to be the weakest. It was because she was weak which made her beloved betrayed her to love another.
Her heart crumbled in pain and she had a sense of Déjà vu. The scene that she tried to forget, repeated in her mind over and over again. She was always weak. No matter how hard she tried, she was always weak. Yet, every day she strived to put on a smile and continue with her life.
She wanted to live for Jiǎndān Yìzé but did Jiǎndān Yìzé want to live for her? She will always be the weakest. The weakest disciple of her sect, never advancing and she was under the pressure of these three females. Her eyes which were watery cleared. Her moist pink lips that had the red liquid trailing at the side made the smile at the corner of her lips flattened.
A flash of light ran across her mind. An enlightenment. A sign that told her that she was soon to advance in her cultivation level.
Her bending back straightened under the heavy pressure and her pink lips opened to utter, "Where is Yìzé Gēgē?" Xu Chang asked, breaking the tension in the room temporarily.
The eyes of the three women turned towards her and Xu Chang shifted nervously under their heavy eyes. Her heart which was used to pounding in fright slowly calmed and she released her pink bottom lips that she held between her teeth. Her watery black eyes now held a stubborn light that she turned to look at Yīnchén Ài with.
She looked at the culprit that collected her Yìzé Gēgē. Her beloved yet her heart was unmoved at the thought of Jiǎndān Yìzé. Although, she wanted to ponder on why her heart didn't beat fast at his name. Yīnchén Ài didn't allow that as she snorted disdainfully, "You are calling my man, Gēgē?"
For a female those words that Yīnchén Ài stated were strong and hateful. This behaviour would be frowned upon by the masses and anyone who heard her within the Mortal Realm but in Ghost Cult, the behaviour of women depends on their cultivation level. Once it is high enough or whether their background was powerful. Their behavior was accepted but this isn't limited to clothing or character.
So, Xu Chang's brows didn't twitch under hearing her, "Where is Jiǎndān Yìzé?" She repeated and Heng Xīnyán raised a brow, clearly catching on to the change in titles but she didn't ponder on it as she snorted looking at Yīnchén Ài with a mocking gaze.
Her brows lifted lightly before she stated, her pale hands covering her lips, "Are you sure that this man is yours?" Her eyes were proactive and Yīnchén Ài stood angrily. The rage in her eyes was hardly concealed.
Her wide black sleeves with gold flowers hid the gold spiritual energy that she channelled into her palms. She released her heavy murderous intent that once again clashed with the females in dark pink and green.
Although, Xu Chang wanted to suppress the female in black also. Her spiritual powers did not allow it. Hence, she stepped back. Hiding behind Bàolì Hua.
The tension in the room was heavy and the multiple spiritual energy in the room rotated in the room. Constantly, attacking each other.
From mortal eyes, the spiritual energy couldn't be seen… However, beneath the calm façade of the three rivalling cultivators, various colours of spiritual energy clashed. Gold, green, and red.
Sensing the change in the atmosphere, Xu Chang was suppressed until a mouthful of black blood ran down her lips. Her soul which was in the physical form of her spiritual energy was twisted, causing a backlash of it.
"If not mine? Who else could he be?" Yīnchén Ài's clear eyes turned sharp. "Definitely, not hers." Her mocking tone immediately made the females in the room know who she was talking about. Xu Chang, the weakest person in the room.
"Not meaning to say… but Miss Yīnchén Ài, you already received a death note from your so-called man!" Heng Xīnyán launched her attack after that mild statement. The red spiritual energy was in the form of a dagger, it sailed in the air. Aiming for Yīnchén Ài's face.
Yīnchén Ài was ready. With a wave of her sleeves, she blocked the red spiritual energy with her gold barrier, the red dagger diffused. Its spiritual energy was lost to the atmosphere.
Heng Xīnyán grinned, finding delight in knowing that Yīnchén Ài's cultivation level was higher than hers. Heng Xīnyán was at the seventh stage of the Spiritual Cleansing Realm and under the heavy pressure excluded by Yīnchén Ài. It indicated that she had a bottleneck on the road to the Incipient Realm. Almost three stages above Heng Xīnyán.
The explosive strength of their spiritual energy was grand. Bright colours of their energy clashed continuously with a bang. Sparks of silver rained unto the brown carpet, and the duo of black and pink attacked each other without mercy. They fought without caring if the other would die.
It would be better if they did. Bàolì Hua stayed in her corner not entering the fight as she didn't want unnecessary trouble.
The blasts of their powers made the room start to crumble and with a kick, Yīnchén Ài sent Heng Xīnyán flying outside through the wooden window. She crashed into a tree, and under her heavy weight, it collapsed with a loud groan.
Heng Xīnyán stood tremblingly. Blood trailing down her milky white skin from her lips. The contrast was shocking but Heng Xīnyán didn't care. Using her sleeves she wiped the side of her lips. A sneer formed shallowly and she stood looking at the female in black who approached her.
"Give up!" The female in black stated, standing about six meters away from Heng Xīnyán.
"I rather die!" Heng Xīnyán spat out the blood in her mouth.
"Well, tell King Yan, hello for me!" A blast of gold spiritual energy came rushing towards Heng Xīnyán in the shape of a large ball—almost the size of a basketball. The speed of the spiritual energy was too fast for Heng Xīnyán to duck, hide, or run away. So, the only chance she had was to block it.
Channeling her spiritual energy in her palms, to form one big ball. Big as a beach ball, she sent it towards Yīnchén Ài's spiritual ball.
Her palms remained outstretched to channel more spiritual energy into the ball. The red spiritual ball made the surroundings red and heavy black clouds surfaced in the endless blue skies. The bright suns were covered and the two spiritual balls collided with a loud deafening sound.