Transmigrated as the Little Concubine of a Paper-Thin Man - Chapter 24

A Lifebound Weapon is equivalent to a cultivator’s second life. A top-tier Lifebound Weapon can even upgrade as the cultivator’s cultivation level increases, making it intimately linked to its master’s life and future prospects.

When Shi Yunjii was forging the Lifebound Weapon for Yan Ling, the effort she expended—even she, recalling it now, would be astonished and wonder how she ever managed to achieve that.

Facing the threat of the black-robed man at this moment, she seemed to hear nothing, merely tilting her head to look at the silver, cold-gleaming bells in her hand.

From the outside, this string of silver bells didn’t look particularly special, but in fact, every single bell was forged from Profound Soul Iron.

At that time, she and Yan Ling unexpectedly obtained this blueprint in the cave dwelling of an Ascended Immortal. The game system recommended four types of materials to Shi Yunji, categorized into low, medium, high, and legendary grades.

Because the weapon drawn on the blueprint happened to be a string of silver bells, which complemented the character “Ling” (bell) in Yan Ling’s name, Shi Yunji decided almost immediately to forge it to the highest quality.

The highest quality required Profound Soul Iron, which was extremely difficult to obtain, needing to be sought in the vast, snowy expanse of the Far North. Every Profound Soul Iron ore deposit was guarded by a snowfield giant beast, and even after diligently defeating the beast, each mine could only yield three to five pieces of top-grade Profound Soul Iron.

Seven bells required a full one hundred and forty pieces of Profound Soul Iron.

Shi Yunji couldn’t bear to let Yan Ling, who had not yet formed her Golden Core at the time, personally grind for one hundred and forty pieces of Profound Soul Iron. Instead, she only gave her the task of finding ten pieces of Profound Soul Iron, and then she herself controlled the player’s perspective to search for the ore deposits.

Even as a player, the process was not easy.

During that time, Shi Yunji spent almost all her time on the game, aside from basic work and rest. Yet, it still took her a full five months to help Yan Ling gather enough Profound Soul Iron.

The day Yan Ling’s Profound Soul Silver Bells were created, they immediately topped the weapon leaderboard on the official game server. Furthermore, no weapon had managed to surpass it until the day Shi Yunji had her accident and came to this other world.

It was perhaps because Shi Yunji was low-key, only wanting to seriously nurture her little girl in the game; otherwise, the names of her and Yan Ling would have long resounded throughout the entire gaming world.

But perhaps because of her low-key nature, even in this foreign world, many people did not know Yan Ling’s true strength, or the significance represented by Yan Ling’s string of Lifebound Weapons.

The seven Profound Soul bells each have a different function.

Yan Ling rarely had cause to genuinely use the bells, and those who had seen the bells’ abilities had long since had their souls return to the netherworld.

Shi Yunji was too familiar with this string of silver bells. Unhurriedly, she took down the third bell on the silver string.

“Yunjii, er, Yunjii, hurry back!” Zhao Feng exclaimed in alarm from the side.

He wanted to come up and help, but the black-robed man’s subordinates had already restrained him and the other immortal maids. Zhao Feng’s strength was insufficient, and he was completely unable to move at this moment.

The leading black-robed man looked at Shi Yunji.

He didn’t pay attention to Shi Yunji’s movement; he could sense that Shi Yunji’s body was just a low-cultivation level waste. At this moment, the barrier created by his spiritual power had tightly trapped Shi Yunji, and in his eyes, Shi Yunji was like an ant by the roadside that he could crush at will.

“Blame only yourself for blocking the Noble One’s path,” he cracked his knuckles, making a “pop-pop” sound. “Do you have any last words… oh, wait…”

Halfway through, he laughed maliciously in a low voice: “You’re mute, so you can’t even give a last word.”

As his voice fell, he stopped wasting time, raised his hand, and lightly snapped his fingers.

In that instant, Shi Yunji felt the air around her become thin—the barrier created by the black-robed man was tightening, rapidly compressing her precarious living space.

But strangely, her expression was extremely calm, and her gaze towards the black-robed man was even tranquil and without ripple.

Amidst the anxious or malicious gazes of the crowd, she lightly grasped the bell she had taken off and shook it vigorously twice.

The black-robed man looked at her ridiculous action and was about to say something when suddenly, a powerful pressure descended from above.

Out of a life-or-death instinct, he and his few subordinates retreated several steps immediately.

Looking up, he saw Yan Ling standing in mid-air with her hands clasped behind her back.

“How is that possible?” he exclaimed in astonishment. “Spiritual… Spiritual Bell Immortal Master? Shouldn’t you be… wait, no!”

He quickly noticed the clue—

The Yan Ling that appeared in the air was merely an illusion, not Yan Ling herself.

The translucent illusion of Yan Ling in the air had a relaxed demeanor, her right hand idly plucking at the silver bell bracelet on her left wrist. The silver bells lightly swayed, producing a series of crisp “ding-ding-dang-dang” sounds.

Zhao Feng’s smile froze on his face, and doubt slowly crept onto his brow: “This… this scene… why does it feel somewhat familiar?”

Soon, he got his answer.

The illusion tilted its head slightly, its gaze resting on a certain point in the void, as if granting a favor.

With blood dripping down her wrist and soaking the silver bells, the Yan Ling illusion spoke: “Too useless.” After a pause, she continued: “It ends here. I have an appointment to keep.”

“Wait—” Zhao Feng’s pupils violently contracted. “This, wasn’t this when the Immortal Master dealt with Zhou Huaibi before…”

He didn’t even finish his sentence before the illusion in mid-air began to move.

This time, her target was no longer the already deceased Zhou Huaibi, but—the group of black-robed men who had come for Shi Yunji.

Feeling the danger approach, the black-robed men scattered and fled immediately. Unfortunately, their enemy was Yan Ling.

The bell sounds blared. In the ears of non-targets like Shi Yunji and Zhao Feng, they were just ordinary bell sounds, but for the black-robed men, they were a death knell.

Just like Zhou Huaibi back then, the black-robed men hadn’t even run ten meters before they one by one lost their minds, softly collapsing to the ground from exhaustion.

Soon, the Yan Ling illusion, having finished her slaughter, turned and disappeared into the mountain range of Ling Bell Peak, just as she had before.

Shi Yunjii put the bell back, lifted her skirt, and prepared to go down the mountain to the Flying Immortal Sect Grand Assembly to find Yan Ling’s traces. Since these people dared to attack her, it was likely that an unexpected change had also occurred on Yan Ling’s side.

When she passed by Zhao Feng, he finally snapped back to his senses.

He carefully pulled on the corner of Shi Yunji’s skirt: “Yun, Yunjii?” Seeing Shi Yunji look over, he tremblingly pointed at the people lying on the ground: “What, what happened to them?”

Shi Yunji thought for a moment: [They… should be dead.]

“H-how could you… That, isn’t that the Immortal Master’s weapon? You, you and the Immortal Master…” The immortal maids huddled together, and Zhao Feng couldn’t even say a complete sentence.

[Didn’t I say?] Shi Yunji responded earnestly with her lips. [I am Yan Ling’s Tao Companion.]

After speaking, she didn’t delay, broke free from Zhao Feng’s grasp, and jogged lightly down the mountain.

Zhao Feng and the group of immortal maids she left on the mountain watched her departing figure, one by one completely stunned, remaining motionless for a long time.

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