Chapter Eleven: The Miss with the Grass Bag

  This illusory clone, as the name suggests, is to use an illusory image to create a person's clone. Let others simply can't see which of these clones is the real one. And the most wonderful thing is that each clone will have the same spiritual power and cultivation as the original body. In other words, the clone also has equivalent skills with the original body.

  One three-segment spirit is already formidable, let alone two or three, that would be a fatal blow...

  Huang Leng Yue saw it, and his face suddenly turned solemn, was this a phantom clone?

  Although she had never seen it, she had also heard of the true form of Huan Leng Yue's memory in her mind. Although this was the lowest skill of a three-segment spirit master, it would be easy to deal with ordinary spirit masters and below.

  "Hmph." Shangguan Jinyan's figure darted around Huang Leng Yue like a ghost, occasionally striking out at her.

  One person has two hands, then three silhouettes have three hands!

  Although Shangguan Jinyan's cultivation was still insufficient and could only split into three avatars, among the new generation, no one could surpass her.

  With a wave of her hand, a strong gust of wind arose. Huang Lengyue relied on the sharpness and speed of her past life's killer to narrowly dodge several attacks from Shangguan Jinyan, but after several rounds, Huang Lengyue was clearly somewhat exhausted.

  Shangguan Jinyan was like a whirlwind surrounding Huang Lengyue, attacking her from 360 degrees without any gaps. Even though Huang Lengyue had plenty of real combat experience in her past life, she still felt a bit overwhelmed after being entangled for a while in this strange new world.

  Sweat seeped through her shirt, Huang Leng Yue gritted her teeth and counterattacked with an unyielding gaze.

  Don't joke! Huang Leng Yue would never be defeated so easily! What's spiritual power? It's just an illusion technique.

  "Bang!" Huang Lengyue kicked the teacups on the table, and more than a dozen tea cups flew swiftly towards the three phantoms.

  "Ah——Huang Lengyue, you shameless woman!" Shangguan Jinyan suddenly shrieked in pain from being scalded by the hot tea. The young miss who always loved cleanliness and took two baths a day, how could she remain calm after being splashed with boiling hot tea?

  The Phantom Clone was instantly destroyed. Huang Lengyue almost simultaneously kicked off a heavy kick on the chest of Shangguan Jinyan.

  With a loud "bang", Guan Jinyan, who was only focused on slapping the tea stains on her body, fell to the ground in a dog-eating-mud pose.

  "Ah, miss, are you alright?!" Shangguan Jinyan's servants rushed over to support her.

  Shangguan Jinyan pushed them away with one hand, her face flushing with anger and shame: "Get out of here, all of you!"

  "Right now, you help me go find Brother Mei," Shangguan Jinyan said in a defeated tone. She had been proud for her entire life and had never suffered such a crushing defeat before.

  Before, when she sparred with others, it was always just a formality. Most of the time, people would give her some face due to her identity and relationship with Lian Chengwei. At most, they would just end up even, and definitely wouldn't let her get beaten badly.

  But this time, Shangguan Jinyan felt thoroughly humiliated for the first time. This feud, she must personally avenge. She said and was supported by the maids as she walked away in a rage.

  "Slow down, don't see me off!" Huang Lengyue chuckled. Suddenly, she felt her eyes blur for a moment, and it seemed as if she saw the figure of Lian Chengwei. She shook her head fiercely and looked again. Under the wutong tree, there was no one.

  Huang Lengyue took a deep breath, and only then did she truly feel that it was a narrow escape. However, as for the so-called fighting techniques, she really needed to study them properly now. The one who came this time was just a low-ranking official, Guan Jinyan; if it were a high-level spirit, she would absolutely not be able to get away with it.

  Huang Lengyue walked into the house, starting to rummage through boxes and cabinets.

  The wind blew by, and a man in black robes quietly descended from the tree. The wind came, blowing up his ink-colored hair, his stunning face, paired with a noble and elegant temperament, charming and seductive lips lightly opened, "Huang Leng Yue, how many more surprises are you hiding?"