"Hmm, thank you," Lin Luoluo said.
Her tone, as always, was cold and indifferent, with no visible emotional fluctuations.
But Ye Fan knew that she seemed to bury everything deep within her heart. Her cold demeanor was a way of protecting herself.
"I wonder if her sister is still alive or has passed away," Ye Fan mused. Over time, he had often heard her whisper that word, "sister," when she was alone. It seemed that her sister held a special place in her heart.
"What an incredible sword! A truly peerless weapon!" the blacksmith exclaimed as Lin Luoluo left, still buzzing with excitement. Feeling reinvigorated, he was eager to craft the sword's scabbard, seeing it as a great honor to work for such a remarkable blade.
Lin Luoluo rented a small house in the city since she would be staying in Spey City for a few days. Staying at an inn was too public, and with her current wealth, she didn't need to worry about money.
"Come out," she suddenly commanded, stopping in her tracks as she walked through a narrow alley. She had sensed something and spoke calmly.
"Hmph!" A cold snort echoed from behind a corner.
Soon, a man emerged from the shadows—the same tall man who had accosted her in the tavern earlier.
"What kind of witchcraft did you use on me back at the tavern?" the man demanded, his eyes locked onto Lin Luoluo with cold malice. The memory of kneeling before her, terrified in front of so many people, filled him with rage. It was a massive humiliation for someone of his status.
"Why are you following me?" Lin Luoluo ignored his question and asked calmly.
"Heh, what do you think?" A sinister grin spread across the man's face as he walked toward her, his eyes glued to her.
Lin Luoluo was young and stunningly beautiful, and with such looks, she didn't seem like a high-ranking warrior. Even her sword was housed in a broken scabbard.
"You can't even afford a proper sword sheath and carry around a junk weapon. How about you come with me? I can give you everything you could want," the man sneered as he extended his hand toward her.
Whoosh!
In an instant, Lin Luoluo drew her sword. A flash of light sliced through the air, and the man's pupils shrank in fear as he instinctively leaped back. His spine chilled; if he hadn't been on guard, that strike would have cut him down.
The speed of her attack was terrifyingly fast. His heart pounded with residual fear.
As Lin Luoluo drew her Soul-Slaying Sword, a fierce, eerie aura burst from her body, combining with the sword's inherent killing intent. The oppressive atmosphere filled the space, pressing down on the man.
His body trembled uncontrollably.
"Damn it!" He bit his tongue hard, the sharp pain and taste of blood helping him regain focus. Gritting his teeth, he drew his own blade.
"Seems like you want to die!" he shouted, feeling an overwhelming sense of danger. Without hesitation, he channeled his internal energy into his blade.
A frigid wave of energy burst from his sword.
Seventh-Tier Martial Skill: Icy Thrust!
With a powerful swing, the man sent a barrage of icy spikes hurtling toward Lin Luoluo.
His heart was filled with regret. He had foolishly let lust guide him, and now it was clear that Lin Luoluo was no ordinary person!
Crash! Crash! Crash!
Lin Luoluo moved, her sword dancing with blinding speed. The ice spikes shattered one after another as she calmly walked toward him.
"You… you…" the man stammered, eyes wide with disbelief.
That was a seventh-tier martial skill! And yet, it was effortlessly blocked?
His face twisted in shock and horror.
"Goodbye," Lin Luoluo whispered. In the blink of an eye, she appeared behind him.
"What…?" His eyes widened, frozen in disbelief.
A thin line of blood appeared on his neck before he collapsed to the ground.
[Killed Seventh-Tier Warrior, Gained 7,000 Evolution Points]
[Absorbed Seventh-Tier Warrior's Blood Essence, Gained 7 Energy Points]
[Absorbed Seventh-Tier Warrior's Blood Essence, Gained 7 Energy Points]
As the Soul-Slaying Sword greedily absorbed the man's blood, the system notifications echoed in Lin Luoluo's mind.
"For her, killing warriors of the same tier is no longer a challenge," Ye Fan commented.
Three days ago, Lin Luoluo had reached the peak of the sixth tier. Now, three days later, she had already advanced to the seventh tier. The speed of her growth was astonishing.
"What she needs now is a high-quality cultivation technique and advanced sword skills," Ye Fan mused. He had recorded all the cultivation methods from the previous swordmasters, but none seemed suitable for a female warrior like Lin Luoluo.
Just then, something fell out of the dead man's pocket—a small booklet.
Frowning slightly, Lin Luoluo bent down and picked it up, flipping through it absentmindedly. Her eyes suddenly widened, her shoulders trembling.
The booklet was a flyer for an auction house, typical in large cities like Spey City. Such auctions often offered rare materials, weapons, and cultivation manuals. But what caught Lin Luoluo's attention was a sketch of an item up for auction: a set of bones.
"Silver Bones," Ye Fan murmured, recognizing it.
Yes, Silver Bones—the bones of Lin Luoluo's people.
Her tribe's bones would turn silver when they were pushed to the extreme of anger or fear. If killed in that state, the bones would forever retain their silver sheen.