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Li Xiaonan stared blankly at Ling Kui in the Arena, bewildered. "How did Ling Kui turn into an airplane?"
He felt an immense frustration bubbling inside him and muttered, "I might as well be called a tank..."
Li Yanrong shook her head helplessly. "This is the name she chose for herself. She rejects us and everything from the past, including the name ' Ling Kui.'"
Upon hearing this, Li Xiaonan's brows furrowed into a deep frown. He silently observed the woman in the Arena, feeling that something was off.
"Is there anyone else?" Her cold gaze swept over the participants below, devoid of any emotion.
The Martial Arts Competition in Xiao Hai City had traditionally matched cultivators based on their realms, but this year was different; it adopted a free combat format.
Ling Kui had already fought seven matches in this Arena, achieving seven consecutive victories. She showed no signs of fatigue; instead, she seemed to grow stronger with each battle.
Cultivators below whispered among themselves, contemplating their strength and hesitating to step forward.
After five minutes of silence, someone finally spoke up. "I'll do it! Everyone watch closely and see how I take down this girl!"
With a loud thud, a burly man jumped onto the Arena, causing the ground to tremble. Ling Kui was momentarily lifted off her feet by the shockwave. A flicker of anger crossed her face as she steadied herself above the Arena.
Li Xiaonan focused intently on the situation unfolding in the Arena. This hefty man resembled a bear and was at the Late Stage of Spirit Separation. If Ling Kui played it carefully, she should be able to win against him without much difficulty; after all, within the same realm, different levels meant varying amounts of True Essence Power.
But who was Ling Kui? She was the woman who had fought alongside him, Li Xiaonan, and her spiritual energy reserves could rival those of an Initial Fusion cultivator.
Rubbing his aching temples, Li Xiaonan asked, "What on earth is going on?"
Li Yanrong sighed and laid everything bare.
As she described the events, her mind filtered through those memories, artistically embellishing them as needed.
"That day, after you left with A Chou Senior, we set off to find Ling Kui. Lingwu Uncle had not practiced for many years, and his cultivation was quite unstable, so he stayed in Qingyu City to meditate."
"Thanks to Lu Ni Chang, we quickly pinpointed Ling Kui's whereabouts and caught up with her."
"After several explanations, unfortunately, she wouldn’t listen at all. Her expression was icy, and she even started fighting us... Alone, she was no match for our group. In anger, she left. We worried about further conflict and kept our distance while following her. We discovered that Ling Kui had stopped in Xiao Hai City and was participating in a Martial Arts Competition at the Divine Separation Stage as someone named 'Fei Ji.'"
Just as she finished speaking, Yun Moyu interrupted, "Sister Yanrong! Don't cover for Ling Kui Sister. Xiao Nan, Ling Kui Sister has really changed. If it weren't for Lu Ni Chang insisting that her soul is fine, I would definitely think that another soul is hiding in that body!"
Li Xiaonan frowned and gently patted Li Yanrong's somewhat cold hand. A thread of True Essence Power reached out, revealing traces of bone fractures on her left shoulder. Although the Heart Sutra seemed unharmed, it appeared slightly thinner compared to other meridians, clearly indicating recent breaks that had just healed.
He glanced at Yanrong, feeling a pang in his heart. When did this child bride become so sensible and so endearing?
In the past, this girl was always thinking of ways to deceive him and even pretended to fall and get hurt by Ling Kui to make him misunderstand.
Now, after several years, not only had her appearance matured and become more beautiful, but her actions also considered those around her. She had truly transformed from a venomous beauty into a refreshing one.
Li Yanrong felt her face flush under Li Xiaonan's gaze and quickly gestured for Yun Moyu to stop talking.
Yun Moyu bit her thin lip and looked gloomily at Ling Kui in the Arena—more accurately, Fei Ji.
She was very angry; things were clearly not as simple as Sister Yanrong described!
On that day when they caught up with Ling Kui, Li Yanrong earnestly explained their situation, but she coldly replied, "Don't follow me anymore. Since you are that man's wives, wouldn't it be better for you if I didn’t have to share him? Why must you cling to me so desperately?"
Li Yanrong shook her head and said, " Ling Kui, you should come back with us. We'll find a way to help you regain your memory!"
She raised an eyebrow and angrily replied, "Stop calling me Ling Kui! I am not her!" With that, she struck at Li Yanrong's shoulder with a palm.
The other women were completely unprepared for Ling Kui's sudden attack. Before they could react, Li Yanrong was sent flying.
"Don't follow me anymore! Otherwise, you'll end up like her!" Her expression was cold as she turned and walked away without hesitation.
Li Yanrong covered her shoulder, a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth. She stared blankly at Ling Kui's retreating figure and murmured, "How could this happen? Ling Kui Sister wouldn’t attack me even if she lost her memory..."
Yun Moyu supported her, frowning deeply. "Sister Yanrong, should we chase after her?"
"Yes! We all know how important Ling Kui is to Xiao Nan! We must bring her back; even if we can't catch up, we can't lose track of her!" A glint of determination flashed in Li Yanrong's eyes. Ignoring the pain in her body, she summoned Red Silk and rushed in the direction where Ling Kui had disappeared.
Yun Moyu stomped her foot in frustration. Although she was reluctant, Li Yanrong spoke the truth. Each of them had their own story with Li Xiaonan, but collectively they couldn't compare to Ling Kui!
Yuan Xian'er moved forward to support the swaying Li Yanrong and said calmly, "Sister Yanrong, take a moment to rest. Our cultivation isn't as high as Ling Kui Sister's; let's avoid further conflict with her for now. We can follow along and leave the rest to Xiao Nan."
The past lingered vividly in Yun Moyu's mind. She didn't say a word, but the anger within her was something Li Xiaonan could clearly sense.
The growth of Mental Power allowed him to perceive everyone's emotions clearly. Ever since he merged with the golden characters on the Spirit Platform, he had stepped into the realm of Mental Power cultivation.
Recently, he sensed that those firefly-like Mental Powers were no longer disorganized and chaotic; instead, they were blending together in an orderly manner. The light points gradually grew larger and became more dazzling.
He had a premonition that it wouldn't be long before he could read the minds of some mortals or novice Cultivators.
With a soft sigh, he nourished Li Yanrong's body with True Essence Power. The person in his arms grew increasingly rosy in complexion before finally collapsing against him.
His gaze remained fixed on Ling Kui, his pupils suddenly constricting.
Li Xiaonan finally understood Yun Moyu's words.
That familiar cold face seemed to conceal the soul of another person, a stranger he did not recognize at all.
He furrowed his brows and said, "Mo Yu, you are right. Ling Kui does not seem like Ling Kui; this is not her fighting style!"
The women looked at Li Xiaonan in confusion.
He continued, "When a person loses their memory, even if they forget love and everything else, their body's instinctive fighting style does not change. Take me for example; I have the Heavenly Gang Golden Body protecting me, and with the Martial Soul Technique, I always deal with enemies up close. Xian'er is used to touching other people's things, so she also fights at close range. But Mo Yu and Lu Ni Chang—one uses Sound Attack and the other summons dolls—both are long-range attackers."
Li Xiaonan spoke slowly, everything seeming so natural to him, yet it felt different in the eyes of the women.
They looked at Li Xiaonan with increasingly gentle expressions, feeling warmth in their hearts.
A man who understands them so well, even knowing their fighting habits—what more could they ask for?
The hardships of the past few days seemed worth it because Li Xiaonan cared for them.
He paused slightly before continuing, " Ling Kui excels with the whip, just like Sister Yanrong, both belonging to the mid-range attack category. But look at her…"
The women followed Li Xiaonan's gaze and saw Ling Kui with steel claws on her hands. She was lively, using her left hand to fend off an incoming Flying Sword while her right hand lunged fiercely at the enemy. This reckless close-range attack style of dragging someone down with her own injuries was something only Li Xiaonan would use.
And Ling Kui! She would never do that!
With a hiss, Ling Kui caught the Flying Sword in one hand while tearing into the enemy's face with the other.
A piercing scream echoed as the enemy flew out of the Arena.
She let out a delicate laugh, wiping the bloodstains from her iron claws. The cruel expression on her face only reinforced Li Xiaonan's belief that this woman was not Ling Kui.
Although Lu Nishang had said that the essence of the soul looked exactly like Ling Kui, it was also possible that Chen Yaojin had brought back a woman who resembled Ling Kui but was not her.
"Who else is there?" Fei Ji pointed her sharp iron claws at the crowd in the Arena.
Silence fell. This was already the eighth one. If those contestants had initially intended to conserve their strength, they were now simply afraid.
Li Xiaonan released Li Yanrong's hand and suddenly leaped onto the Arena. "Me!"
The women gasped in surprise, not expecting him to act so suddenly.
Fei Ji frowned and coldly said, "You? Hmph! What cultivation level do you have?"
"Divine Separation Stage."
A smirk tugged at the corner of Fei Ji's mouth, her smile laced with mockery and disdain. "Good! I'll see just how capable you are and why those women are so devoted to you that they keep clinging to me!"
Li Xiaonan smiled lightly and replied, "You're not Ling Kui; naturally, you wouldn't understand!" His expression turned cold, a glimmer of killing intent flashing in his eyes. "Where is Ling Kui?"
A flicker of panic crossed Fei Ji's eyes, quickly replaced by calmness, but she couldn't escape Li Xiaonan's gaze.
She replied coldly, "I don't understand what you're saying."
Li Xiaonan's lips curled slightly, his eyes devoid of any pity. "Still trying to deceive me? Do you really think you are Ling Kui? That you can fool me so easily? Only my woman has the right to deceive me; you cannot!"
Fei Ji was startled as she saw Li Xiaonan rush towards her in a swift stride.
With a decisive strike, he aimed for her face, showing no mercy whatsoever.
"You!" Fei Ji raised her hands to block, but his iron grip bent her claws instantly. Her eyes widened slightly as she used the force of his attack to propel herself backward.
How could this be? What is his body made of? It's so hard!
Is this really the same man who had desperately pleaded with me, speaking softly and gently?
On what basis did he suddenly conclude that I am not his wife? How dare he use such ruthless force against this body? Who exactly is this man?
"Hmph! Trying to run? Give me back Ling Kui!" Li Xiaonan seemed to go mad, continuously lunging at Fei Ji.
At first, he had only suspected her, but seeing the change in Fei Ji's expression made him increasingly certain that something must have gone wrong during the process of bringing Ling Kui back to the Cultivation realm.
"You lunatic!" Fei Ji shouted in anger, channeling True Essence Power into her iron claws, which emitted a faint golden glow as she fiercely clawed at Li Xiaonan's pale neck.
A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Ling Kui is not weak like you!"
He sidestepped just in time to evade Fei Ji's attack, grabbing her pale, icy wrist. With a swift motion, he flipped her over and firmly restrained her against his chest.
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