Chapter 10 | Run! The Female Sword Immortal's Second Personality Has Woken Up

The instant Sima Lie drew his last breath, Jiang Ye felt an unprecedented warm current suddenly flood into his body.

Because he had been running around stealing kills earlier, his cultivation had already climbed to the fifth level of Qi Condensation.

Now, with the death of Sima Lie, this mid-stage Foundation Establishment mini-boss, the massive amount of experience points surged like a bolt of lightning, propelling his cultivation all the way to the ninth level of Qi Condensation!

“Awesome! This is so fucking awesome!”

Jiang Ye was practically blooming with joy in his mind.

The server had only just launched, yet not only had he soloed a Foundation Establishment boss, but his cultivation had also skyrocketed. What a perfect start!

Right at that moment, a notification popped up on Jiang Ye's game interface:

【Adventure Quest Progress: 80%】

Around the battlefield.

The Sword Peak disciples froze in place, staring at their junior sister with speechless expressions.

They couldn't help but complain wildly in their minds: So you screamed so heart-wrenchingly and miserably just because you were terrified Sima Lie wouldn't die by your hand...

Isn't that a bit psycho?!

At this moment, Bai Zhirou (Jiang Ye) stood beside Sima Lie's corpse, eyes slightly narrowed, a look of pure enjoyment on her pretty face.

Because she had fought too fiercely just now, she wanted to wipe the blood off her face. However, instead of wiping it away, she ended up smearing it all over.

That delicate, pretty face, combined with the blood splatters and that expression...

No matter how one looked at it, it was absolutely terrifying!

“W-Wait! Has Junior Sister Bai's cultivation increased?!” someone suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone looked over in unison, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads in shock.

Chu Qianfeng had been telling himself to keep his composure, but at this moment, his jaw let out a loud crack, nearly dislocating.

Since he had the highest cultivation here, he was the most sensitive to Bai Zhirou's cultivation skyrocketing all the way to the ninth level of Qi Condensation.

This eerie surge in cultivation felt a lot like some demonic art that absorbed people's essence and blood to cultivate.

But Chu Qianfeng looked down at Sima Lie, who was already stone-cold on the ground. The man's essence and blood were completely intact, clearly not drained.

Furthermore, those who practiced blood arts would inevitably have chaotic and impure true qi.

Yet the true qi Junior Sister Bai was currently radiating was pure and balanced, clearly not from some heretical path.

Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth—epiphany!

Chu Qianfeng sucked in a cold breath, completely lost in a daze.

This was the most ridiculous part of all!

He had heard of people having epiphanies after decades of secluded cultivation, and he had heard of people having epiphanies while listening to a sect ancestor's sermon. But having an epiphany while frantically and savagely stabbing people on a battlefield... In all his years of cultivation, this was the first time he had ever heard of such a thing!

Was this newly joined Junior Sister Bai really not a butcher back in her village? Her bloodlust was simply too intense!

...

Clang!

The crisp sound of a weapon dropping to the ground instantly jolted everyone awake.

The remaining dozen or so Yin-Yang Sect disciples had completely broken down, fleeing outward like madmen.

Jiang Ye suddenly snapped his eyes open. Looking at the group of Sword Peak disciples who were staring blankly at him, he smiled sinisterly:

“Do I look good?”

The disciples: “?”

“If even a single one gets away, you'll be the ones who look good!”

The Sword Peak disciples snapped out of it instantly, their scalps tingling. Right now, Junior Sister Bai's words were actually more effective than Senior Brother Chu Qianfeng's orders!

“Kill them! Don't let a single one escape!!”

Over a dozen Sword Peak disciples chased after the fleeing Yin-Yang Sect disciples like they were pumped with adrenaline.

Jiang Ye faintly felt a wave of exhaustion washing over the depths of his soul.

He cursed inwardly.

“Great, they've even got an anti-addiction system set up for me, huh?”

This was likely the reason why he couldn't stay logged in for long.

Jiang Ye decided to log off early. Otherwise, if he ran into another bunch of experience packs later and couldn't make a move, it would be incredibly frustrating.

In his mind, he said, “Little Bai, I'm giving the account back to you. Keep a low profile later, don't be so arrogant.”

Bai Zhirou: Me? Arrogant?

Just as Jiang Ye finished speaking, Bai Zhirou's body trembled slightly.

She opened her beautiful eyes and realized she had regained control of her body.

However, before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, she subconsciously raised the longsword in her hand. The residual blood on the blade was trickling down the edge, dripping onto her hand.

Bai Zhirou almost dropped the longsword in fright.

Looking down, she stared right into Sima Lie's severed head rolling nearby. His unclosed eyes seemed to be glaring dead at her.

Just a day ago, the young girl had been a mere mortal. When had she ever seen such a bloody and cruel scene?

Though she had found it terrifying while watching from inside her mind, it had felt like watching through a veil. It was nowhere near as impactful as experiencing it firsthand.

Bai Zhirou's legs went soft with fear. Closing her eyes, she stumbled several paces to the right, her entire body trembling.

Jiang Ye clearly noticed something was wrong with her state, so he asked in her mind, “How about you let me play for a bit longer?”

Bai Zhirou: “?”

With Jiang Ye's interruption, the fear in her heart actually dissipated quite a bit. She took a few deep breaths and slowly opened her eyes.

But as soon as she opened her eyes, she noticed the Sword Peak disciples, who had returned from capturing the runaways, standing far away, all staring at her with bizarre expressions.

After all.

Anyone would feel their hair stand on end if they saw someone standing next to a headless corpse, face covered in blood, trembling with “excitement.”

Seeing that Junior Sister Bai had finally stopped trembling, the leading disciples wiped away their cold sweat and dared to approach, speaking as if presenting a grand achievement:

“Junior Sister Bai, we've captured all the people you wanted!”

These disciples dragged the Yin-Yang Sect disciples along like dead dogs, terrified they might have missed one and that this brutal Junior Sister Bai would make them pay with their own heads.

After all, Junior Sister Bai's track record was right there!

Bai Zhirou's clear eyes were filled with confusion as she stared blankly at the tightly bound Yin-Yang Sect disciples.

She really wanted to ask: Why did you capture these people and bring them to me?

Jiang Ye's slightly excited voice rang out in her mind:

“Little Bai! These are experience packs delivered right to your doorstep!! Why aren't you claiming them!”

...

Bai Zhirou's body stiffened as she belatedly realized... were these senior brothers expecting her to execute all these people?

But in all her years growing up, she had never even killed a chicken back in her village!

For a moment, her hand holding the sword began to tremble uncontrollably once more.

When the surrounding Sword Peak disciples saw her trembling with “excitement” again, they shrank their necks, not daring to utter a word of pressure.

As anyone with killing experience knows, the mindset of someone who has killed and someone who hasn't is completely different.

As a 'frequent killer' himself, Jiang Ye still thoughtfully suggested, “How about you let me play?”

Bai Zhirou's voice trembled, but her gaze gradually grew firm as she replied in her mind:

“No... I want to try it myself!”

Due to Jiang Ye's forceful intervention, at this point in time, she hadn't experienced the self-detonation, so her temperament hadn't changed yet.

But Bai Zhirou's character design in the game was never that of a saint anyway.

She quietly turned around, turning her back to the crowd, and closed her eyes with a pale face.

Looking at the young girl, the tightly bound Yin-Yang Sect disciples on the ground knew they were doomed today. They decided to throw caution to the wind and roared: