Volume 1, Chapter 262 – Myriad Transformations Holy Robe

Shi Lan remained in her room for several days. After soothing the injuries to her soul, she opened the lottery section of the Empress-raising System. She still had two intermediate draws left unused.

Nearly all of her magical treasures had been destroyed in the previous battle. At the moment, she was utterly destitute and in desperate need of new equipment.

After opening the lottery wheel, Shi Lan did not hesitate. She selected the [Items] category directly and used up both chances.

[Congratulations, Host, you have obtained a five-star item: God-Slaying Flying Knives.]

[Congratulations, Host, you have obtained a four-star item: Myriad Transformations Holy Robe (Imitation).]

[God-Slaying Flying Knives: Forged from Bloodsoul Steel, they can cut spirit souls and sever divine sense, and are highly destructive to spiritual awareness.]

[Myriad Transformations Holy Robe (Imitation): The true Myriad Transformations Holy Robe is made from the hide of a Thousand-Phantasm Beast King. It can transform into the forms of all races and display some of their divine abilities, with a power that can deceive heaven and cross the sea. This is an imitation and can only transform the wearer’s appearance into that of the same race.]

Shi Lan took the two items out from the system’s temporary storage.

The God-Slaying Flying Knives were a complete treasure set made up of nine blood-colored flying knives. By rights, a five-star item already counted as a spirit treasure, but the God-Slaying Flying Knives had not developed any sentience. Bloodsoul Steel itself was enormously damaging to souls, and no sentience could be born upon it at all.

As for the imitation Myriad Transformations Holy Robe, it was a long garment as thin as cicada silk. When Shi Lan put it on, she could not feel the slightest weight.

Shi Lan tried channeling true qi into it. With a movement of thought, the robe flowed like water and wrapped around her entire body.

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Shi Lan walked to the mirror. The moment she saw herself in the reflection, her eyes widened.

In the mirror stood a middle-aged man of about thirty, tall and straight, with utterly ordinary features. Thrown into a crowd, he would not raise the slightest ripple.

Shi Lan lifted a hand and touched her face. The skin there was no longer soft and tender like water, but carried the coarse texture of someone weathered by hardship.

“The Myriad Transformations Holy Robe… truly is miraculous…”

Shi Lan could not help but feel a trace of reverence for the genuine Myriad Transformations Holy Robe, the one that could transform into all races. It truly was an extraordinary rare treasure.

With another thought from Shi Lan, the man in the mirror quickly changed again, turning into a handsome young man of about twenty. He looked exactly like Wuxu.

Over the past half year, visitors had streamed endlessly through the residence. Shi Lan had already learned from Su Lanyue that there were probably quite a few people in Xianwu City now who wanted to make a move against her.

This Myriad Transformations Holy Robe had arrived at exactly the right moment. It could truly be called timely aid.

Maintaining Wuxu’s appearance, Shi Lan placed the God-Slaying Flying Knives flat against her skin beneath the Myriad Transformations Holy Robe, then opened the door and walked out.

The news of her awakening had long since spread. Recently, there had been no small number of divine senses lingering around the Shi Residence. If Yan Mobei had not set up an array in Shi Lan’s room that blocked divine sense from probing it, someone would likely have committed some outrageous act long ago.

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As soon as someone stepped out of Shi Lan’s room, quite a few divine senses moved at once. The moment they saw Wuxu’s face, more than half of them were frightened off on the spot and did not dare linger for even an instant. The few that remained all belonged to people of extremely high cultivation. Sensing that “Wuxu’s” aura was unusual, they still swept their divine sense toward him.

The instant those divine senses brushed against “Wuxu’s” robe hem, their spiritual awareness throbbed with pain as if sliced by blades. Alarm bells immediately went off in their minds, and they dared not continue testing him. One after another, they withdrew.

Receiving the feedback from the God-Slaying Flying Knives, Shi Lan could not help but let out a breath of relief. She still needed to keep borrowing Wuxu’s banner for a while longer.

High above the Shi Residence, amid the clouds, stood a middle-aged man in black robes.

Lowering his head, he looked at Wuxu in the courtyard, his brows tightly knitted. After a long moment, he brought two fingers together in a hand seal. A thread of deep blue lightning surfaced in the depths of his pupils, then spread like a prairie fire and instantly filled his entire gaze.

“So it is…”

After a while, the blue light faded from his eyes. The tightly furrowed space between his brows slowly relaxed, and an indescribable smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

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Shi Lan cultivated in seclusion at home for several more days. Once her spirits had mostly recovered, she returned to the military camp.

During this period, no fewer than tens of millions of demons had died beneath the walls of Xianwu City. Humanity’s losses were likewise enormous, numbering no fewer than several million. Since the reorganization of the Imperial Court and the establishment of the Demon-Suppressing Army, this was almost the bloodiest loss the demon race had ever suffered, and the same was true for the human race.

Xianwu City no longer resembled what it once had been. A thick canopy of baleful blood qi hung over it, and at a glance everything was drenched in red. Violent killing intent filled the entire city.

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Half a year had passed. The more than ten thousand troops Shi Lan had once organized under her command had long since been split apart and reassigned to various divisions, each suffering its own casualties. It was no longer possible to gather them all together again.

Bai Weiyang had reassigned several thousand soldiers to Shi Lan. That was already the current limit.

When Shi Lan returned to the camp, the reactions among the military varied.

In that great battle, anyone with cultivation that was too low had already died from the aftershocks, and no one else had been able to draw near. As a result, most people in the army had no idea what had actually happened there.

They only knew that a Demon Emperor had attacked and died on the city wall, and that Shi Lan was the only survivor besides those great Heaven-Man experts. She had also remained unconscious for half a year, so quite a few people were curious about what had happened that day.

Qu Linghuan and the other scions of the great clans were especially enthusiastic, bringing Shi Lan no small amount of supreme healing medicine and spirit pills and precious medicines to nourish blood and qi and replenish lifespan.

One does not strike a smiling face. Shi Lan did not keep them at arm’s length, and she told them the part of the inside story that she could speak of.

But those aristocratic youths did not seem to have come for the truth of that battle at all. Even after learning those details, they still kept trying to curry favor with Shi Lan, leaving her somewhat puzzled.

The Spirit-Burning Art burned life essence, and on that day Samsara had wielded it at nearly full power, almost damaging Shi Lan’s lifeline itself. Ordinary longevity-extending spirit materials like these had very little effect on her.

As more time passed after her awakening, and as she frequently used her blood and qi amid battle formations, her lifespan seemed to drain away even faster. What had once been only half-white hair gradually increased until her head was soon almost entirely covered in silver strands.

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Her hair was white all over, yet because of the Glazed Jade Body, her appearance had not changed at all. It gave her an oddly cold and aloof air.

Shi Lan quietly made an estimate. She likely had less than thirty years of life left.

For mortals, that might have been a long time, but for a Heavenly Astral Realm martial artist, it was little more than the span of a finger snap.

Sweeping her gaze over the rapidly increasing battle merit within the Demon-Suppressing Token, Shi Lan began to calculate in silence.

To search out one by one all the materials required to cultivate the True Martial Undying Body would take far too much time and effort. Through the Battle Merit Hall, however, it would undoubtedly be the most convenient shortcut.

As long as she had enough battle merit, she should be able to gather the spirit materials needed for the first layer of the True Martial Undying Body very soon.

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Inside the central command tent of the Demon-Suppressing Army, the six Demon-Suppressing Marshals all looked utterly exhausted. They exchanged glances and remained silent for a while.

Over the past half year, two Demon-Suppressing Marshals had already fallen. Once some more time passed and the Xianwu Yin-Yang Grand Array was completely worn down, casualties would soar in a straight line, and the situation would become far crueler than it was now.

“How much longer can we hold out?”