She did not fully understand the history and weight behind the name; she simply felt that the combination of those characters sounded a bit special. It was not as common as “Lin Qingxia,” nor as harsh as those nicknames.
It was just… different.
“Sui Luowen?” The Red Crow Rabbit tilted its head and repeated the name. “Squeak? It sounds a bit strange, but it also seems interesting. Fine! Then Sui Luowen it is!”
Lin Qingxia’s life afterward seemed no different from usual. At most, she would suddenly disappear at certain times or raise her hand to say she needed the restroom, only to not return for a long while.
But the Red Crow Rabbit knew that Sui Luowen had suddenly developed a liking for punishing those who caused trouble for others. It had almost become her new hobby or a way to vent.
Aside from those “anomalies,” she never showed any mercy toward those who brought trouble to everyone, such as thieves, scammers, and human traffickers.
However, she did not go to extremes, nor did she retaliate against the classmates who had caused her trouble. She still adhered to a certain bottom line, even turning criminals over to the police instead of resorting to lynching.
‘Is this person’s moral compass so upright that it’s almost pathological? To not go to extremes at this age, but instead try her best to restrain her emotions… Even for someone precocious, this is too much.’
The Red Crow Rabbit found her sense of justice incomprehensible.
At this age, after experiencing such bullying and isolation, she had gained power beyond common sense. Yet, she had not become arrogant or abusive in the slightest. She still adhered to an almost harsh bottom line—
Handing criminals over to the law, keeping her distance from her classmates without seeking revenge, and even silently protecting them when no one knew. This could no longer be explained by being precocious.
It was an almost instinctive, obsessive maintenance of “order” and “correctness.” It was as if she were using this method to combat the massive, abandoned void in her heart, filling that empty, cold place that was about to freeze over.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak…”
The Red Crow Rabbit’s button eyes flashed with a complex light. ‘Maybe extreme restraint itself is just a more profound form of the extreme?’
***
Purple-red tribulation clouds suddenly condensed over Yulin City like a massive, swirling bruise.
Xuan Chenzi floated in the midst of it, his tattered Daoist robes snapping in the gale. He spread his arms and let out a mad laugh at the ant-like city below.
“Come! All of you! Witness this master’s ascension today!”
The first bolt of heavenly lightning did not just strike; it smashed down.
A purple electric python as thick as a massive tree tore through the sky. Accompanied by Xuan Chenzi’s distorted roar of excitement, it slammed hard into the lightning rod of a skyscraper.
The glass curtain wall of the entire building shattered, turning into a waterfall of billions of crystalline shards that poured onto the street.
Immediately afterward, a fire tribulation spilled down from the clouds. It was no ordinary fire, but a lightning fire as viscous as pulp, shimmering with eerie runes.
They ignited the air, the rain, and the congested traffic on the elevated roads.
Explosions rang out one after another, and the sound of sirens was completely drowned out.
Xuan Chenzi tumbled amidst the flames and thunder, yet he seemed unable to feel pain, only extreme euphoria.
“Not enough! Still not enough! Hahaha!” He roared, drawing more heavenly lightning to smash into department stores, overpasses, and television towers…
“I’ll fuck your mother!”
A sharp, angry shout came from afar, piercing through the successive explosions of the Heavenly Tribulation and into Xuan Chenzi’s eardrums. “I was almost done with my work, and you fucking pull this shit on me?!”
He Jiulu arrived instantly with the speed of a flying cloud, bringing an equally aggressive Sui Luowen with her.
“What the hell are you stinking cultivators doing every single day?! Do you have a death wish?!! I just fucking dealt with one of you beasts who almost refined an entire city with that banner of his this morning!”
It was no wonder He Jiulu had suddenly undergone a personality change. A stinking cultivator like this, who acted solely for his own selfish desires, deserved a good cursing. Not cursing him would make her seem too refined or like some kind of saint.
He Jiulu’s figure was like a crimson meteor tearing through the storm, surrounded by a surging power that felt like a rebirth, having just completely healed.
The gold buttons on her military uniform shimmered under the lightning. The charring and scars from before had vanished without a trace.
“Another cultivator bastard!”
Her roar rivaled the booming of the Heavenly Tribulation. “Are you all fucking high on drugs together?! The last one wanted to refine the city, and this one wants to strike it down with lightning! Is there no end to this?!”
As soon as Sui Luowen arrived, she busied herself using “Critique” to carve out deep spatial rifts. She was doing her best to minimize the casualties by greatly reducing the impact of the Heavenly Tribulation on the city, so she was unable to participate in the battle.
Xuan Chenzi’s maniacal laughter stiffened slightly. He seemed not to have expected someone to interrupt his ascension in such a vulgar manner.
“Ignorant ant, how dare you mock the might of Heaven?! This is my ascension to—”
“Ascend your mother!” He Jiulu didn’t even bother to listen to him finish.
She didn’t even summon “Dictatorship.” Instead, she simply crossed her arms in front of her.
In the next moment, the crisp military uniform she was wearing suddenly tore open from the back—not pulled apart by external force, but from the inside out.
Countless scarlet, slimy blood vessels, nerve bundles, and irregularly twitching muscle fibers erupted like beasts escaping their cages.
They instantly intertwined and expanded, forming a pair of massive, terrifying wings behind her made entirely of living flesh and blood. Hot droplets of biomass constantly dripped from the edges of the membranes.
At the same time, the skin on her arms peeled away in layers, revealing the frantically proliferating muscle tissue underneath. The bones in her fingers grew and deformed, turning into two massive, hideous bone blades that constantly dripped blood.
In an instant, she transformed from a dashing girl in a military uniform into a half-human, half-monster creation of slaughter, exuding a primitive scent of blood.
“You like striking things, don’t you?!” He Jiulu’s voice had also become a strange echo, a mix of her own roar and the sound of grinding flesh.
Her wings of flesh flapped violently. She wasn’t flying; she was violently trampling the air.
*Boom!* A sonic boom cloud exploded behind her, and even the space where she had originally stood seemed to warp for a moment.
Her body appeared in front of Xuan Chenzi instantly with a speed that was almost like a spatial jump.
Xuan Chenzi’s pupils shrank. His protective energy instinctively activated with full force, and brilliant runes flowed around him.
“You court death! Lightning Smite!”
He channeled a bolt of purple lightning, thicker than any before it, and aimed it straight at He Jiulu’s face.
He Jiulu didn’t dodge or avoid it at all. She raised the massive bone blade in her right hand and thrust it straight toward the lightning.
*Puff!* A tooth-achingly sharp sound rang out.
That violent heavenly lightning, powerful enough to vaporize alloys, was actually “pierced” through by the bone blade forged from her own flesh and bone.
The energy of the lightning was absorbed and guided like a physical fluid by the bone blade, surging along the blade into her arm. It caused the blood vessels in her entire right arm to swell violently, emitting a blinding purple light.