C61 Female Ruler Sacrificed Herself to Help Jiang Su Overcome His Difficulties!.

Jiang Su had no time to deliberate as a black shadow launched a frenzied attack on him, prompting an immediate counterstrike. In moments, the entire tenth floor was awash with the gleam of blades and the silhouettes of two formidable Sword Cultivators locked in combat, their reflections dancing on the water's surface.

Employing the Shadowless Step, Jiang Su stood atop the water, but the shadow pursued him relentlessly. Noticing the rippling water, he narrowly evaded a sword thrust, only to discover a second shadow lurking beneath the surface!

The water's sound turned eerie as another shadow emerged.

Now, Jiang Su faced the simultaneous onslaught of two shadows. Outmatched, since both adversaries were beyond the Nascent Infant Stage and he was merely at the Golden Core Stage, he stood little chance. His survival thus far was owed to his Celestial Spiritual Root and extensive knowledge of swordplay; otherwise, he would have perished long ago.

"Damn it! The use of formations is restricted here. They can wield them, but we're barred. If only I could use a formation, I'd bring this Compendium Pavilion to the ground," Shangguan Yue cursed, his temper flaring unexpectedly for someone once thought to be a genteel scholar.

In the thick of battle, Jiang Su had no bandwidth for humor with Shangguan Yue—he was fighting for his life.

Cornered by the relentless shadows into a tight space at the crosspoint of two wall-mounted bookshelves, Jiang Su had no choice but to fight on with sheer determination.

To any onlooker, the scene would have seemed inconceivable: a youth, apparently at the Foundation Stage, standing his ground against two Nascent Infant Stage powerhouses?

His spiritual energy nearly depleted, Jiang Su clung to his sword techniques for survival. The shadows, sensing his fatigue, intensified their assault, their blades slicing through the air with increasing speed. Then, from Jiang Su's right, yet another shadow burst forth.

The sword's tip aimed directly for Jiang Su's neck, leaving him powerless to defend.

Shangguan Yue's forehead was slick with cold sweat. He cursed himself for not having delved deeper into the art of the sword. Had he done so, he could have been of use to Jiang Su in this space where the powers of a Talisman Cultivator were so limited.

Jiang Su's eyes locked onto the chilling gleam of the sword tip aimed directly at his throat by a shadowy figure.

"I never thought I'd meet my end here," he mused.

With every ounce of his being, he channeled the last vestiges of spiritual energy within him, bracing for the onslaught of the twin shadows.

A mouthful of blood escaped his lips; he was resolute, ready for a desperate final stand.

Death did not scare him.

Moreover, he didn't truly believe the system would let him perish. After all, he had checked in at numerous locations within the First Devil Sect.

Out of the blue, a white sword materialized, deflecting the deadly strike!

Tracing the path of the sword, Jiang Su's gaze landed on a veiled woman in white, her aura piercingly cold.

Her presence in the confined space was like the glow of a cold moon and stars, cutting through the gloom.

She was Jiang Su's sliver of hope.

The woman's arrival seemed to stir the shadows, as dozens more surged from the bookshelves.

Shangguan Yue, safely ensconced within his Life Sword, swore aloud, "All these Nascent Infant Stage Experts hidden here? The Compendium Pavilion harbors ten Nascent Infants?"

Confronted with a host of Nascent Infant Stage Experts, the woman in white appeared slightly repulsed, as if she couldn't bear the murky waters below. Hovering in midair, she was fearless, casting a look of sheer contempt at the swarm of shadows.

She exuded the air of a sovereign, born to rule, with all creatures beneath her.

Jiang Su's heart raced. This woman in white bore an uncanny resemblance to his wife.

He scrutinized the upper half of her face.

She didn't share his wife's features, yet their temperaments were strikingly similar. Besides, his wife was tied up in negotiations at the Devil Palace; it wasn't possible for her to be here now.

Nonetheless, the white-clad woman's prowess was enigmatic and profound.

The black shadows shifted their focus, launching a collective assault on the woman in white!

Ten Nascent Infant Stage Experts!

In a flash, the white sword pierced through one shadow after another, reducing the impaled shadow to dust that scattered into the water below.

Jiang Su and Shangguan Yue were both astounded.

Her level of cultivation was unquestionably beyond the Tribulation Crossing Stage!

The woman in white, holding her sword, stood as if she were a deity gazing down upon mere mortals.

"How dare a bunch of ants be so insolent before me?"

Her icy voice echoed throughout the entire tenth level.

With a flick of her finger, the woman in white transformed the water's surface into a barrage of sharp ice blades that met the onslaught of dozens of shadowy figures.

In an instant, the shadowy figures were decimated, their screams piercing the air until they faded away, as if they had never existed at all.

The woman in white hadn't even drawn her sword, signaling that if it weren't for rescuing Jiang Su, the blade would have remained sheathed.

From her voice alone, Jiang Su recognized that this formidable woman was indeed his wife.

He found himself at the center of a "damsel rescuing the hero" scenario, with himself as the protagonist.

Shangguan Yue, gazing up at Murong Yan suspended in the air, exclaimed, "Jiang Su, who is this enchantress? She's mesmerizing. And her cultivation is at the Tribulation Crossing Stage?"

Jiang Su paid no heed to Shangguan Yue; his gaze was fixed solely on the woman in white.

Only after Murong Yan had returned her Cold Clothes Sword to its scabbard did she approach Jiang Su.

Whether it was due to his depleted spiritual force or the relief of having narrowly escaped death, Jiang Su, who had been standing firm, suddenly found his legs giving way, and he knelt down as Murong Yan drew near.

The splash of water just happened to wet the hem of Murong Yan's garment.

Jiang Su was taken aback, Shangguan Yue was taken aback, and even Murong Yan seemed surprised.

Silence hung in the air for a brief moment.

During that moment, Jiang Su wished for nothing more than to vanish into thin air.

Murong Yan offered a slight smile, "There's no need for such grand gestures."

Feeling awkward, Jiang Su touched his nose and cleared his throat.

Noticing the blood that still stained the corner of Jiang Su's mouth, Murong Yan unexpectedly produced a pristine white silk handkerchief from her waist and extended it toward him.

Her hair cascaded gently at her side as she moved.

Jiang Su reached out for the handkerchief, but the moment his fingers brushed against Murong Yan's immaculate fingertips, he swiftly withdrew his hand. He turned away, unable to meet Murong Yan's gaze.

Today's signing-in mission was a colossal trap!

Jiang Su had made a fool of himself in front of his wife, leaving him mortified. He would've preferred death by the encroaching shadows to this humiliation.

A soft blush tinted Murong Yan's ears as she offered a smile. With a tender touch, she placed her left hand on Jiang Su's cheek, coaxing his face toward her. Her right hand, clutching a handkerchief, dabbed gently at the corner of his mouth.

Afterward, she tucked the handkerchief into Jiang Su's waistband and walked away. In moments, she had vanished without a sound.

Jiang Su gazed at the pristine white handkerchief at his waist, a sense of wonder washing over him. The day's mission, he now thought, had turned out to be quite the spectacle.

In his mind, Shangguan Yue mused, "Disciple, if you're acquainted with this stunning woman, do introduce her to me. Then, you'll have a gorgeous masteress."

Yet, Shangguan Yue kept his thoughts to himself. Clearly, Jiang Su and the beauty shared a connection, and he could feel the sweetness in the air between them.

"Disciple, no more kneeling. Come on, stand up."

At those words, Jiang Su snapped back to reality, realizing he was still on his knees. Devoid of spiritual energy, he willed himself to his feet. Seeing the door swing open once more, he stepped through.