11: The script has been played out, and Best Actor Qin Feng is in position!

Following her all the way, the rage in Qin Feng's chest gradually settled, transforming into the cruel pleasure of a cat playing with a mouse.

He gazed at that solitary white figure ahead and sneered silently.

Run.

Go ahead and run.

The more arrogant you are now, the more humble you will be later!

The more you ignore me now, the more you will be grateful to me later!

He had even clearly envisioned that scene—

He would "disregard his own safety" to block a fatal blow for her, covered in blood, falling into her soft embrace.

And how her beautiful face, frozen for ten thousand years, would be torn apart by shock, emotion, and guilt.

He had even prepared his lines.

"Fairy... go quickly... don't worry about me..."

A bit of feigned refusal and pulling back, performing the demeanor of a gentleman to the extreme.

By then, would he still fear being unable to conquer this iceberg?

At the thought of this, all previous frustration and humiliation vanished, replaced only by an endless desire for the upcoming "highlight moment."

He was like an actor waiting for the spotlight, suppressing the excitement of a legendary performance, waiting for the curtain to rise... In the shadow of the mountain hollow, Liu Ruyan, disguised as an ordinary female cultivator, tossed a spirit fruit boredly.

She looked at the stalker in the distance who thought he was perfectly hidden, her charming eyes filled with laughter.

"Tsk, the clown is finally entering the slaughterhouse."

"The good show is about to begin."

...On the other side, Ling Qingzhu seemed to be walking aimlessly.

In reality, her Divine Sense had long since become an invisible net, locking onto the self-proclaimed clever fly behind her with perfect clarity.

Qin Feng's clownish behavior these past few days left her with no doubt about the authenticity of Su Chen's diary.

It also caused her disgust for Qin Feng to reach its peak.

"Bastard!"

She cursed again in her heart.

This curse was for the nauseating hypocrite behind her.

And also for Su Chen, who repeatedly called her "big-chested and brainless" in his diary.

Once this matter is settled and I return to the Su Family, I'll see how I settle the score with you! I must make you taste the feeling of being scolded by others!

Her cheeks felt slightly hot, but they were soon covered by icy determination.

But... this time, I definitely won't let you down again.

I'll let you see with your own eyes that I, Ling Qingzhu, am definitely not some "silly, white, sweet"!

She calmed her mind, her gaze becoming sharp and firm.

The valley entrance was close.

About half a day later, Ling Qingzhu's footsteps stopped before a valley shrouded in mist.

The entrance was narrow, but inside was a whole other world.

A refreshing medicinal fragrance wafted faintly from the valley.

This is it.

Ling Qingzhu's heart beat slightly faster as she stepped inside.

The mist dissipated, and the view suddenly opened up.

In the center of the valley, beside a quiet Spirit Pond, a small, entirely emerald-green grass grew silently.

Nine leaves of different shapes surrounded it, with what seemed like star rivers flowing in the veins, emitting a profound Reincarnation Dao charm.

nine-leaf reincarnation grass!

Exactly as described in the diary!

She was about to step forward.

"Roar—!!!"

A heaven-shaking roar exploded from the Spirit Pond!

The pond water surged into the sky!

A giant beast, its size comparable to a mountain range, leapt out and landed heavily beside the nine-leaf reincarnation grass!

It was covered in purple scales, with lightning flashing through its mane. Its lantern-like beast pupils locked onto Ling Qingzhu, filled with violence.

A terrifying pressure belonging to the fifth level of the Saint Realm swept through the area like a landslide or tsunami!

Purple Lightning Thunder Lion!

The Spirit Beast guarding the Saint medicine had arrived as scheduled!

A thousand meters away, behind a giant rock, Qin Feng's heart hammered wildly against his chest, almost jumping out of his throat!

It's coming!

The final script is finally being staged!

He suppressed his inner ecstasy, concealing his aura to the extreme, turning into a stubborn stone, waiting for the perfect moment.

Ling Qingzhu, oh Ling Qingzhu, no matter how strong you are, you're only at the fourth level of the Saint Realm!

When you and this beast fight until both are wounded, that's when I, Qin Feng, will play the hero saving the beauty and claim my prize!

Inside the valley, facing the pressure of the Purple Lightning Thunder Lion, not a trace of fear appeared on Ling Qingzhu's face.

In her cold eyes, there was only calculating logic chilled to the extreme.

She knew that hypocrite, who fancied himself a mantis stalking a cicada, was hiding in the shadows, staring at her with greedy eyes.

From today on, she would no longer be a pawn at the mercy of others in the script.

She would tear this script apart herself.

And become the true chess player!

"Beast, I'm taking this Saint medicine."

Ling Qingzhu spoke coldly, proactively provoking it.

"Roar!"

The Purple Lightning Thunder Lion was completely enraged. Its bloody maw opened, and a purple bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket, carrying an aura of universal destruction, blasted out!

The battle erupted!

Ling Qingzhu strictly executed the "reverse script" she had practiced thousands of times in her mind.

She didn't use any killing moves; instead, she relied on the supreme movement techniques of the Yaochi Holy Land to constantly maneuver around the violent Thunder Lion.

Boom!

The lightning collapsed the mountain wall behind her, leaving a bottomless, charred crater.

A stray arc of lightning swept past. Her body swayed, and her plain white sleeve instantly turned to ash, revealing a wrist as white as frost and snow.

She gave a "muffled groan," and a trace of "blood" formed from spiritual energy even seeped from the corner of her mouth, adding a heart-stirring beauty of fragility.

In the shadows, Qin Feng's eyes lit up, and he trembled with excitement.

Yes!

Just like that!

Soon! It's almost time!

In the field, Ling Qingzhu tapped her toes lightly on the broken stones. Her figure was like a fallen leaf in the wind; every time looked perilous, but she precisely avoided the core of the lightning.

She was hit by the aftershocks, appearing "disheveled" but remaining completely unharmed.

Occasionally, she summoned Ice Walls to block, which were instantly shattered by the lightning. She was shaken until her "Qi and blood surged," and her face turned a shade "paler."

At times, she launched Ice Blades in counterattack, only for them to be easily swatted away by the Thunder Lion, making her seem "powerless."

On her beautiful face, a look of "exhaustion" gradually appeared. Fine "fragrant sweat" seeped from her temples, and her breathing became somewhat "labored."

Everything was acted out flawlessly.

Qin Feng didn't realize at all that every one of Ling Qingzhu's clumsy dodges and every "weak" retreat was silently guiding the position of the entire battlefield.

She was leading the furious Purple Lightning Thunder Lion, bit by bit, toward the place her Divine Sense had already locked onto.

Another "clumsy" dodge.

Ling Qingzhu's figure happened to land not far in front of the giant rock where Qin Feng was hiding.

Now!

A cold light flashed through her eyes for an instant as she led the stupid Thunder Lion right in front of the giant rock!

That was the perfect stage she had meticulously prepared for Qin Feng.

And also... the final execution ground!