Chapter 141: Unparalleled Grace
Chapter 141: Unparalleled Grace
“You… you…”
Cheng Lingyu struggled to keep his eyes open, staring at the flame-colored figure beside him. Her flowing crimson hair held a unique charm, utterly unmatched when paired with her peerless beauty that no one could ever forget.
“Miss Mei’er…”
Cheng Lingyu’s voice trembled, never imagining he’d see Chi Mei’er again before death.
Zhou Zhengyu snapped back to awareness, shouting at the red-clad figure’s back, “Who dares interfere with Divine Martial Sect’s business?”
Chi Mei’er paid him no heed. A flicker of furious heartache crossed her brow as she saw Cheng Lingyu’s battered state.
“It’s over now. I’ll settle any wrongs done to you.”
She waved her jade hand, a gentle force lifting Cheng Lingyu’s wounded body. Red light spiraled from her palm, taking form as all things in the world around him, releasing energies that swiftly mended his injuries.
Zhou Zhengyu’s gloomy face tightened with shock at the display.
Martial Arts Spirit Master frowned. “Girl, who are you?”
Lan Xiaozhu watched in hopeful amazement, sensing the deep connection between Cheng Lingyu and this mysterious woman.
Feeling his body heal, Cheng Lingyu stared in awe at Chi Mei’er’s unimaginable cultivation level and skill.
“Now, explain this mess.”
Chi Mei’er withdrew her hand, her bewitching smile making Cheng Lingyu’s pulse quicken. Her flame-like hair drifted about a figure-hugging scarlet dress that complemented beauty rivaled only by Yu Wuchen herself.
Cheng Lingyu summarized the day’s events and his feud with Ouyang Lie.
Chi Mei’er eyed the Source Pearl in Spirit Master’s grip with odd intensity. “The Confinement space blocks the Pearl’s signals. Good thing you summoned the castle from the Spirit Cloak Ring so I’d know you were in trouble.”
Her hand flicked, instantly placing the wounded Lan Xiaozhu in Cheng Lingyu’s arms.
“Insolent wench!” Zhou Zhengyu spat. “I’m Divine Martial Sect’s top expert in Tianyang Empire! How dare you scorn me?”
Cheng Lingyu warned, “Careful, Miss Mei’er! That’s Divine Martial Sect’s Spirit Master!”
“Second Stage of Spirit Martial?” Chi Mei’er shrugged. “Hardly worth noting.”
Martial Arts Spirit Master sneered, “Few in Tianyang Empire would dare disrespect me!”
“Only because you’ve never met me or the Source Pearl’s owner.” Chi Mei’er smirked. “Did that Celestial Cataclysm Divination about your fate seem accurate?”
“Outrageous!” Zhou Zhengyu roared.
“Silence!” Chi Mei’er snapped. Her sharp command cracked like thunder. Zhou Zhengyu flew backward screaming, his mouth torn shut.
Martial Arts Spirit Master bellowed, “You dare strike before me?”
“Stop blustering,” Chi Mei’er taunted, strolling casually toward him. “The divination said you’d die here today. Its accuracy is… impeccable.”
The Martial Arts Spirit Master felt a surge of unease as Chi Mei’er’s calm demeanor unsettled him deeply.
Zhou Zhengyu stared in horrified disbelief, consumed by regret. He never imagined this peerlessly beautiful girl could be so fearsome—with a mere word, she’d split his mouth open, defying all reason.
Cheng Lingyu and Lan Xiaozhu were equally stunned, unable to gauge Chi Mei’er’s true power.
Cloaked in flames like a fiery sprite, Chi Mei’er stood atop churning fireclouds, each bearing a soaring fire phoenix.
Above the phoenixes’ heads floated illusory worlds showing creation, growth, decay, and destruction—an endless reincarnation cycle revealing heaven and earth’s deepest mysteries.
“Forcing what isn’t yours only brings ruin.”
Chi Mei’er’s cold smile didn’t reach her eyes as she extended her jade fingers. The Source Pearl and magic knife flew from the Martial Arts Spirit Master’s control into her grasp.
The Martial Arts Spirit Master gaped, feeling like a helpless child before her overwhelming might.
“Wh-who are you?”
“Not telling,” Chi Mei’er replied airily, flicking her wrist to return the artifacts to Cheng Lingyu.
The Martial Arts Spirit Master’s face darkened. “You’re making the Divine Martial Sect your enemy!”
Chi Mei’er’s laughter turned icy. “You became my enemy when you sought to kill Cheng Lingyu.”
All playfulness vanished as her aura erupted, shaking the heavens themselves.
With a furious roar, the Martial Arts Spirit Master shattered surrounding space, merging the confined area with the outside world.
He soared like a cosmic overlord, drawing spiritual energy from all directions to disrupt universal order.
Chi Mei’er simply pointed skyward. Time froze. Spiritual energy vanished. The Martial Arts Spirit Master crashed earthward, terror twisting his features.
Cheng Lingyu and Lan Xiaozhu stood dumbfounded. Zhou Zhengyu’s blood turned to ice.
Though only at the Second Stage of Spirit Martial, the Martial Arts Spirit Master was no weakling—yet Chi Mei’er had immobilized reality itself with one finger.
“Wh-what do you want?” The Martial Arts Spirit Master trembled, death’s proximity stripping away his bravado.
“Don’t play dumb.” Chi Mei’er raised her palm, swirling with starry annihilation. “I’m here to end you.”
“Wait! I’ll trade spirit artifacts for my life!”
“Pathetic.” Beams of light lashed out, binding him despite desperate struggles. “I’d rather avenge my friend.”
The Martial Arts Spirit Master shrunk into her palm, his spirit sword clattering at her feet. A storage ring flew to Cheng Lingyu.
Trapped in her grasp, the Martial Arts Spirit Master’s pleas echoed until Chi Mei’er clenched her fist—silencing him forever.
Zhou Zhengyu tried fleeing, but Chi Mei’er’s spirit sword flashed, reducing his head to crimson mist.
Searching the corpse, Cheng Lingyu found a storage ring and a copper bell spirit artifact within Zhou Zhengyu’s ribs.
“Thank you, Miss Mei’er.” Cheng Lingyu bowed deeply. “I’ll repay this debt.”
Chi Mei’er appraised him. “You’ve grown—from Ordinary Martial Realm – Eightfold to third stage Soul Martial. That red feather’s influence, perhaps?”
Before Cheng Lingyu could respond, she continued: “Guard the Source Pearl and Spirit Cloak Ring well. They’ll aid your journey to Xiyun Divine Mountain, where buried pasts await.”
Her playful wink made Cheng Lingyu’s pulse quicken. Her scarlet hair exuded an aura only he seemed to sense.
“To contact you… use the castle in the Spirit Cloak Ring?”
“If visible, I’m reachable. Gone means I’m distant.” She tossed him the Martial Arts Spirit Master’s high-grade spirit sword. “This might help.”
As she turned to leave, her hair flaring like living flame, Cheng Lingyu nearly forgot to breathe.
“Don’t disappoint me next time.” Her parting smile burned itself into his memory.
Long after she’d vanished, Lan Xiaozhu murmured, “She’s… breathtaking.”
Cheng Lingyu flushed, hastily recounting their first meeting in Shiyang Town. “She gave me this storage ring long before showing such power…”