651 The Fearsome Zhao Yameng! (1/2)

Lightning lit Wang Baole's eyes as he dashed out and raced towards the bloodstains and tattered clothes. He summoned the puppets around him and ordered them to search the area.

As Wang Baole conducted a frantic search, Zhao Yameng was in a valley fifty kilometers away from him. She had just spat out a mouthful of blood. Her face was ashen, and her hair loose. She clutched a compass tightly in her hands.

The compass gave off a brilliant light that formed a defensive barrier, sheltering Zhao Yameng within. The light was growing weaker. It looked as if it wasn't going to last much longer.

Blue fire burned outside the barrier, trapping her within. There were numerous faces in the fire that repeatedly slammed into the barrier while howling at Zhao Yameng.

The defensive barrier kept them at bay for now, but its light was growing weaker. The surrounding temperature rose as the blue flames continued burning, and an elder stood inside the fire. He wore the robes of the Dao Palace and was a Nascent Soul realm cultivator in Mie Liezi's faction. There was an intense light in his eyes as he stared at Zhao Yameng, who was trapped inside her defensive barrier, laughing hoarsely.

”You think you can run when I'm here?” He raised his right hand as he spoke and pressed it against the defensive barrier. The barrier began to creak, and it looked as if it was about to cave in. It was a miracle that it was still standing.

”Interesting. You have quite a few lifesavers up your sleeve.” The elder laughed. He didn't seem troubled by that. His eyes lingered on Zhao Yameng, assessing, with unconcealed hunger.

”Little girl, I've noticed how special you are during the trial for the Hyacinthus Tree leaves. You're not just a natural numinous being, all of your seven orifices are open. Not bad at all. You'll be a superior-grade material for refining Spirit Orifice Pills. A rare find!” The elder smiled, and the hunger in his eyes intensified. He brought both hands together to form a series of hand seals, causing the flames around Zhao Yameng to grow stronger. They licked at her defensive barrier. He continued with another series of hand seals as he circled Zhao Yameng and imprinted seals on the ground.

Multiple runic imprints surrounded Zhao Yameng, and the flames rose higher with their appearance. Zhao Yameng trembled and spat out a mouthful of blood. Her arms trembled, and the compass almost slipped from her fingers.

She didn't try to wipe the blood from her lips. Instead, Zhao Yameng lifted her head and leveled a cold stare at the smiling elder. The look in his eyes looked more terrifying with each moment's passing. He had pursued her for days. She hadn't found anyone else since she had awoken. She had traveled with extreme caution without encountering much danger—until she crossed paths with the elder.

Her opponent had a clear goal. He seemed to have known her location all along, attacking her as soon as he appeared. If not for the extremely valuable artifact that her father had given her, which had helped in fighting off what should have been a lethal blow, she would have been dead.

Even with such an artifact in her possession, she was still trapped. She knew that the elder had no intentions of killing her immediately. He wanted to use her to refine a Spirit Orifice Pill!

Zhao Yameng bit her lips. She wasn't angry, and she wasn't about to say anything to the elder. Her cultivation continued churning inside her body. She was nearly drained dry, but that didn't stop her from pouring her energy into the compass. The compass was an eighth-grade Dharmic Armament that she had brought along from the Federation. It was something that was meant to save her life. She had created a seal after acquiring the Ecang Ancient Array Formation and imprinted that on the compass, which had further boosted the compass' power.

The compass was fully activated now. With the joint power from the pendant hanging on her neck, she had managed to resist the attacks of a Nascent Soul realm cultivator. However, she knew that the pendant's power was waning. Once it was completely depleted, she wouldn't be able to maintain her defense for long with only the array formation at her disposal.

She had done what she could to send signals for help. For the past three days, she had left traces of her blood and tattered bits of her clothes behind while fleeing her enemy. They were meant to be calls for help. Yet, she hadn't seen a third person in this world. Her morale was beginning to suffer, despite her stoicism.

However, she hadn't lost all hope!

She wasn't a weakling. She had her ambitions, her dreams, and her beliefs. Hidden beneath her calm exterior was a burning fire. She would either burn others or herself!