Volume 3, Chapter 41 – The Flying Diary and Xing Wu’s Pursuit

A few minutes earlier, in the basement of the auction house.

After a series of special paid operations, our little Ailiya was already exhausted and disheveled, lying on the ground. Her limbs were slightly weak, unable to stand immediately, she could only helplessly lie on the floor, feeling the cool surface against her skin, trying to regain some clarity.

Beads of sweat formed on the young woman’s forehead, several messy strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, making her appear somewhat bedraggled.

Ailiya’s chest heaved continuously, her breathing rapid and heavy, each gasp an effort to regulate her chaotic state.

With half-closed eyes, she clearly hadn’t recovered from her recent experience.

On Ailiya’s doll-like delicate face, a flush spread across her snow-white skin all the way to her ear tips, like sunset clouds tinting the horizon, a beauty that captivated the gaze. Combined with the hint of tender anger and resignation in her expression…

The current Ailiya was truly a feast for the eyes.

Biting her lip firmly, Ailiya glared full of resentment at the masked young woman in athletic wear standing nearby.

“You… you bastard…”

In response, Miss Xing Wu, wearing her mask, glanced at Ailiya playfully.

“Oh? Sorry… I took out the item without your permission. As an apology, would you like me to put it back in? It’s already lubricated, so it should be much easier.”

Casting her gaze toward Ailiya’s rear, Xing Wu said with deep implication, raising her hand to show Ailiya that special spatial ring.

Hearing this, Ailiya’s body immediately shuddered.

The young woman closed her mouth, not daring to speak further, merely glaring at Xing Wu with a ‘defiant’ look. At the same time, Ailiya couldn’t help but complain in her heart.

Sister Cat! Where did you go?! I’m being bullied here, how could you disappear at a time like this? QwQ

At this moment, Ailiya’s resentment toward a certain black cat began to climb steadily.

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“Hmph.”

After a soft laugh, Xing Wu no longer paid attention to Ailiya, but placed the spatial ring aside and carefully examined the Alabaster Sovereign’s legacy items released from it.

However, as these things came into view, Xing Wu’s expression gradually became strange.

“Hmm, what is all this stuff?”

Outer clothing, boots, armor and such—Xing Wu didn’t comment much on these.

But? Report cards, fine receipts, failed exam papers, photo albums, quote collections, jail mugshots? …What the hell were these?

Setting aside the fact that the authenticity of these items instinctively raised some doubts for Xing Wu, these useless things left by her dad? Could actually be auctioned? And fetch so much money?

Is money really that easy to make?

Xing Wu couldn’t help but ask this question in her heart. Had she known her father’s belongings would be worth so much a thousand years later, she would have hoarded more.

Anyway, this wasn’t the time to think about such things…

Glancing at the basement exit from the corner of her eye, sensing the curse power gradually surging in from outside, Xing Wu frowned.

The Abyssal Lord, Polarvitan’s avatar?

She needed to hurry, otherwise once the Corrupted Beasts reached here, it would be difficult to leave.

Thinking this, Xing Wu stopped complaining and focused on examining the Alabaster Sovereign’s legacy items before her, though with a peculiar mood.

The reason Xing Wu knocked out Duan’s Blood Guards and came to Clavino at such great risk was to obtain one of the legacy items her father had left behind.

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The White Horizon Sword—Snow Mercy.

Naturally, as a weapon used by her annoying father, the White Horizon Sword was no ordinary item. This weapon was forged from rare soul-severing steel, the heart blood of several Dragon Sovereigns, and sacred spring essence from the fairy realm.

The forging method was equally special, using the now-lost secret techniques of the fairy race.

Therefore, the hardness of the White Horizon Sword and the power contained within its blade far surpassed ordinary weapons.

Back then, the Shenluo Empire, with its superior technology, had created many famous weapons, such as Xi Xuan’s gauntlets, or Alice’s dual blades. But none of those weapons could compare to the White Horizon Sword.

A thousand years ago, if that beast Moande hadn’t used trickery to convince her father to go out without his White Horizon Sword… her father wouldn’t have been killed by treachery.

Without doubt, the White Horizon Sword was powerful, one of the strongest divine artifacts still in existence that Xing Wu knew of.

However, not just anyone could control the White Horizon Sword. Apart from those it recognized, others simply couldn’t activate its battle form.

And in its ordinary state, the White Horizon Sword would often transform into some inconspicuous trinket, following her father.

This was why Xing Wu had targeted this auction.

She wanted to see if the White Horizon Sword was hiding among those miscellaneous items…

“Hmm, this isn’t it, this isn’t it either… I’ve checked everything and there’s no reaction? Not this one?”

“This? Not right either. That thing wouldn’t choose to transform into something so ugly.”

“Hmm, and this box…”

Turning things over, Xing Wu continued searching for traces of the White Horizon Sword.

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As she searched, a rather archaic diary with an exquisite cover entered Xing Wu’s vision.

“A diary?”

The young woman narrowed her eyes slightly, suspicion showing on her face.

It’s worth noting that her annoying father was just a rough man.

Back then, when Shenluo’s civil servants asked him to write action reports, he would moan and groan, struggling to squeeze out even a line of text, and ultimately she had to help him write it.

Such a father? Would keep a diary? And in all the years she had accompanied her father, she’d never heard of him having a habit of keeping a diary.

“This is suspicious.”

Putting down the so-called Alabaster Sovereign’s battle boots, Xing Wu quickly reached toward that unremarkable diary.

At that moment, Miss Bai Lian, who was fighting with Polarvitan in the distance, had the sudden thought of wanting a weapon.

With the Evil Goddess’s thought emerging…

Under Xing Wu’s astonished gaze, the diary lying quietly on the ground actually emitted a white light, then instantly began to bounce up from its spot. It seemed… Particularly angry?

“Huh? What’s this?”

But before Xing Wu could react, the diary used its cover as wings, flew up into the air, and surrounded by white light, swooshed out of the basement!

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“Hey?!! Hey! Come back!!

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Seeing the White Horizon Sword that was within reach suddenly fly away, Xing Wu’s expression changed dramatically.

Although she didn’t understand why the White Horizon Sword, dormant for a thousand years, was suddenly activated at this moment, Xing Wu wouldn’t allow a duck that was already cooked to just fly away.

The next moment, under Ailiya’s bewildered gaze, Xing Wu kicked off with both legs, and her entire body, shrouded in black light, like a black meteor, chased after the diary.

—”Come back to me!!! It’s me! Don’t run away!

However, beyond Xing Wu’s expectations, this damned diary flew much faster than she anticipated. Since she dared not release her power on a large scale, for a moment, Xing Wu actually couldn’t catch up with the diary?

Plus, as the diary continued flying toward the Presidential Residence, more and more Corrupted Beasts began to cause trouble for Xing Wu.

Finally, when Xing Wu chased to the core area where the Abyssal Lord was rampaging, she still hadn’t caught the diary.

At this moment, behind some ruins, having stopped and dispersed her power, Miss Xing Wu angrily bit her lip.

“Damn it, why did it run so fast?”

Since rushing forward might attract the Abyssal Lord’s attention, Xing Wu had to stop here. The feeling of unwillingness surged in Xing Wu’s heart like the Yellow River flooding, unstoppable once begun.

However, Xing Wu didn’t plan to leave just yet. She wanted to see why the White Horizon Sword suddenly flew here.

This sword?! What insanity was it acting on!

Thus, Xing Wu carefully peeked her head out from behind the ruins, puzzled, looking in the direction the diary had flown. As the scene before her came into view, the anger in Bai Xingwu’s eyes suddenly collapsed and dissipated.

In its place was unprecedented shock… And from the depths of her heart, wild joy.