Chapter 767: Who's the One Actually Trapped?
The War Princess hadn't grasped the meaning behind Zhao Menglin's words at all. She knew Zhao Menglin was out to get her but hadn't figured out why, perhaps thinking she found out they had stolen the Six-Hearted Serpent.
The War Princess didn't understand, but Yun Xiao did.
With a snort, he couldn't hold back his laughter. He had thought these celestial maidens of the Extreme Yin Celestial Realm harbored only desires for cultivation and strife, procreating by drinking from Divine Springs, living otherwise without wants or needs!
It turned out they were so desperate that even the War Princess was seen as a strong recruit.
If the War Princess ever came to realize this, she’d likely have a fit.
"You wretched slave..." Zhao Menglin knew the War Princess was quite dim-witted and naive. Even though most people would get the meaning behind her words, what was with this slave?
He understood and laughed? That was odd!
The slaves of the Extreme Yin Celestial Realm had mostly lost their wills and spines. Their lives, marked by obedience, numbness, and compliance, were akin to that of dogs.
How could a dog laugh? Did it suddenly become enlightened?
Zhao Menglin's expression turned speechless in an instant. Fortunately, just then, the moment she had been waiting for arrived!
BOOM! Her entire Menglin Pavilion suddenly trembled. Then, a series of clanging sounds echoed, and the whole dark shop shook violently.
Soon, inscriptions surged across the shop’s floors, tiles, walls, pillars, and ceiling, forming dense celestial arrays!
Even a potted plant was shielded within these dark, eerie celestial arrays!
As for the explicitly priced treasures, they too were instantly enveloped by the celestial arrays, isolating them from Yun Xiao and the War Princess!
BOOM! Even the last chamber’s ice sarcophagus slammed shut, its surface covered with a dark wave-like celestial formation that emitted a bone-chilling coldness, hiding the Sword Hearts from view!
All these sudden changes trapped Yun Xiao and the War Princess, who were just out browsing, within the prison of celestial arrays. They couldn't touch the treasures, much less think of escape.
"Well, this shady shop sure plays rough!" the War Princess said exasperatedly.
No wonder Zhao Menglin feared neither theft nor robbery of her possessions. And it was no surprise she displayed the Sword Hearts so openly.
What was there to fear? Her entire shop was a cage; others merely entered her prison to shop. What concern could she possibly have?
She was the very same who, in a fit of rage from losing the Six-Hearted Beast, had doubled the torment on her junior sisters!
BOOM! The celestial array activated and clamped down like a prison lid.
Zhao Menglin relaxed her posture, nonchalantly covering her mouth to laugh, "Alright, the shop's closed, the array’s active, it's time you listened."
"Listen to what?" the War Princess sneered coldly.
"Still playing the fool, you dumb little chick," Zhao Menglin snapped impatiently.
"Something's very wrong with these two!"
Such closeness between a mistress and slave was absolutely forbidden in the Extreme Yin Celestial Realm!
"You are in deep trouble." Zhao Menglin sneered darkly, a crushing force sweeping towards them, her presence like a cold tidal wave covering the skies.
At that moment, Yun Xiao suddenly looked up, his stern face breaking into a cold laugh as murderous intent flashed across his features!
"It's you who's in deep trouble!"
In his hand, Yun Xiao suddenly brandished a three-foot azure blade. Compared to the abyssal darkness of her Sword Soul, this azure blade seemed as frail as a leaf. But, as he raised the sword, the ice sarcophagus behind him shook violently as if coming back to life.
"What is that?!" Zhao Menglin gasped.
BOOM! The ice sarcophagus exploded suddenly, ripping a gap in the dark shop's celestial arrays. A hundred Sword Hearts, like pilgrims possessed, crashed into the Heaven Burial Sword Soul, seeking what seemed like their greatest liberation in life.
With the power of 100 Sword Hearts converging, the Heaven Burial Sword Soul transformed into a fierce azure-black dragon, spiraling above Yun Xiao's head and unleashing a devastating force.
The cold murderous intent on the young man's face mirrored the destructive fury of the dark azure dragon.
"My Sword Hearts!!" Zhao Menglin felt as if her heart was bleeding. Her treasured possessions, how could they vanish, how could they become someone else's power!
She knew the force of these 100 Sword Hearts if unleashed normally! Now, absorbed simultaneously under inexplicable circumstances, their power was magnified...
What she didn't realize was that these Sword Hearts were no longer just hearts; they had become part of the Heaven Burial Sword Soul, which now held the true power.
"Indeed, they are your Sword Hearts, returned to you! Everything else in your shop is mine now!" Yun Xiao declared abruptly.
Freshly arrived, he was in dire need of his first true fortune.
"What?" Zhao Menglin, her long dress swirling in the tempest, her face marked with cold fury and rising anger, snapped, "To hell with you!"
She transformed into a dark blur, charging furiously at Yun Xiao!
"Go!" Expressionless, Yun Xiao unleashed the full destructive force of the Heaven Burial Soul Sword, commanding his Buddha's Treasure Spirit to steer the Flying Sword. The dark azure dragon opened its maw in the cramped space, colliding violently with Zhao Menglin.
ROAR! The dark azure dragon swept through destructively!
"AGH!" Zhao Menglin screamed agonizingly as her head was obliterated into dust, her headless corpse collapsing onto the ice coffin beside Yun Xiao!
"How can those Sword Hearts be this strong..." Her spirit, emerging dazed from the corpse, cried miserably.
Yun Xiao, with the Buddha's Treasure Spirit guiding the Flying Sword, approached Zhao Menglin's spirit. As he delivered her spirit to the beyond, he said, "I'll take your shop, no thanks needed. Oh, and just so you know, I took the Six-Hearted Serpent too."
"Ahh!" In a mix of despair and unwillingness, Zhao Menglin dissipated into nothingness.