Chapter 2307: Heavenly Evil Lone Star?

After a sudden battle ended, Lu Ye put away two Star Abyss Coins and looked at Song Weiwei standing nearby.

They had been traveling together for half a month.

Song Weiwei's strength was indeed impressive. She was also a sword cultivator renowned for her lethal combat style; though a woman, her battle experience was extremely rich, and her fighting style was quite ruthless.

Over the past half-month, they had accumulated quite a few gains.

This time, their opponents were two cultivators at Fusion Realm Eighth Level.

Honestly, if Lu Ye had been alone, capturing both of them would have been a bit troublesome, but with Song Weiwei's cooperation, it was a different story.

The only thing that gave Lu Ye a headache was Song Weiwei's extremely cold temperament. If Junior Sister Shuang's coldness was one that kept people at a distance, then Song Weiwei's coldness was like a deathly silence.

In half a month, aside from their initial acquaintance, Song Weiwei had not spoken more than ten sentences in total.

She never offered her opinion or expressed any thoughts. She was like a shadow, or a sword in Lu Ye's hand; wherever Lu Ye attacked, she would follow.

She didn't even want the spoils of war. The Star Abyss Coins left behind by defeated enemies she wouldn't even glance at, leaving all of them for Lu Ye to collect.

Lu Ye felt a bit helpless about this. They had temporarily partnered in this environment, much like two strangers suddenly becoming a married couple to get by. As long as the other party's strength met his requirements, there was naturally no need to ask for more.

However, there were a few moments when Lu Ye inadvertently caught a glimpse of an intense, deep-seated hatred suddenly erupting in the eyes of Song Weiwei, whose heart usually seemed as still as stagnant water!

Initially, Lu Ye had been somewhat wary of her. After all, one can know a person's face but not their heart, and such caution was very necessary. But as they interacted and spent time together, Lu Ye realized that this wariness of her was pointless.

In her current state, it was impossible for her to harbor any ill intentions towards him!

Lu Ye had thought their days would continue like this, but this time, as they passed by a remnant battlefield, Song Weiwei suddenly showed some abnormalities.

This battlefield seemed to have been left behind not long ago. Extremely cold auras lingered everywhere, and the shattered floating landmasses had all turned into solid ice chunks.

Lu Ye used his divine sense to investigate, his expression grave.

Though he didn't know who was responsible, judging solely by the lingering traces on the battlefield, the perpetrator's strength was definitely immense.

What Lu Ye didn't notice was that Song Weiwei, with her back to him, suddenly had her eyes turn red. Her body trembled slightly, her fists clenched tightly, her nails digging into her flesh, causing blood to seep out.

Only then did Lu Ye sense something was amiss. He looked towards Song Weiwei, asking, "What's wrong?"

Song Weiwei slowly shook her head, then turned around, and offered Lu Ye a faint smile. "Senior Brother, I feel a bit unwell. Can we rest for a while?"

Lu Ye blinked.

After half a month together, he truly hadn't expected this woman to ever smile.

Of course, he wouldn't refuse this request.

A moment later, they found a secluded spot to meditate and regulate their breath.

Lu Ye typically used such opportunities for intensive cultivation. The Dao power here was extremely dense, making his cultivation highly efficient. Although he had a vast reserve of Dao power and now possessed a Dao power bottle, no one ever had too much Dao power.

When cultivators found themselves with free time, they would usually engage in strenuous cultivation, as no opportunity for improvement should be wasted.

One's strength and cultivation lay in constant accumulation. Every little bit added up, a virtue every successful cultivator should possess.

The soft sound of footsteps arose. Lu Ye opened his eyes and saw Song Weiwei walking towards him.

He looked at Song Weiwei. "Junior Sister, is something wrong?"

Song Weiwei pressed her red lips together, lowered her head, and remained silent.

Lu Ye frowned, unsure what Song Weiwei wanted.

But then, something that stunned him happened. Song Weiwei took a step forward, came right up against him, and gracefully squatted down.

Lu Ye was sitting cross-legged. In this position, Song Weiwei was effectively sitting directly on his lap.

A soft, yielding sensation came through. Her soft form pressed against him, her chest rising proudly. Song Weiwei's face flushed crimson. One hand wrapped around Lu Ye's neck, the other undid her clothes, and then she leaned her entire body onto Lu Ye's shoulder.

A trembling voice, soft as a gentle breeze, drifted into Lu Ye's ear: "Senior Brother, take me..."

Lu Ye was stunned.

When Song Weiwei sat down, he had gathered his Dao power, ready to unleash it, constantly wary of her possible attacks, but he never imagined something like this would happen.

Their time together had given Lu Ye a general understanding of this woman's character. If she were truly a licentious person, such an act would be unremarkable, but Song Weiwei was not like that at all.

This incident was very abrupt!

Furthermore, Lu Ye possessed some skill in discerning people's true nature. After all, he had experienced many battles, and he had naturally discerned early on that Song Weiwei was still a maiden.

What was she doing?

It had been several years since he left the Starry Sky. Hua Ci, Su Yuqing, and Jiu Yan were not with him. Normally, he wouldn't have any personal desires, but he couldn't resist such a fierce offensive.

Especially as Song Weiwei leaned in, his lips were pressed against her body.

Anyone encountering such a situation could not possibly remain indifferent.

But he knew something was not right; Song Weiwei... something was wrong with her!

Lu Ye pondered in silence, but Song Weiwei, who was holding his neck and lying completely on him, began to tremble.

Despite having made a great resolution, actually doing such a thing still filled her heart with sorrow.

What shamed her even more was that Lu Ye had no reaction!

Lu Ye raised a hand.

Song Weiwei's body trembled even more violently. In that instant, she wanted to flee, but she clenched her teeth tightly, blood seeping from her crimson lips.

Then, to her astonishment, she found that Lu Ye pulled up her unbuttoned clothes, concealing the abundant beauty.

"Stand up!"

Lu Ye's voice was flat, even indifferent.

Song Weiwei flinched, lowered her head, slowly stood up, took a step back, and slowly straightened her clothes.

Only then did Lu Ye look up at her. He waited for a long time, and seeing no movement from her, he finally spoke with a sigh, "Junior Sister, don't you have anything to tell me?"

Song Weiwei raised her eyes, met his gaze, hesitated for an instant, but still shook her head, then turned and left.

From beginning to end, she didn't utter another word.

Lu Ye extended his divine sense, perceiving Song Weiwei's rapid departure. He knew then that with this parting, Song Weiwei would not return. He couldn't help but sigh.

What a mess. Why couldn't she just speak openly?

Was it easy for him to find a suitable companion? First, Qing Rou had rebelled against him and ended up dead by his hand. Then he met a blonde woman he thought was quite good, only for him to inadvertently cause the death of two of her companions, and they had even fought two battles. After finally partnering with Song Weiwei, they had only been together for half a month, and now this.

Was he a lone star of misfortune?

A moment later, Song Weiwei arrived at the battlefield they had visited together earlier. Her eyes were filled with cold determination. After only a brief glance, she swiftly darted off in one direction.

Following this direction, Song Weiwei pursued for a full day. During her pursuit, not only did she not conceal her aura, but her presence was also resplendent and imposing.

As she passed by a barren planet, she finally located her target.

Because she made no attempt to conceal herself, the opponent immediately detected her presence.

A cold aura suddenly shot out from the barren planet, appearing before her in a flash. It clashed with Song Weiwei. In that instant, Song Weiwei's killing intent turned frigid, and the light from her longsword flared wildly, as she battled the figure.

Although Song Weiwei's strength was considerable, she was clearly a notch below her opponent. In just a moment, she was at a disadvantage.

Fortunately, sword cultivators were known for their lethal attacks, and her offensive was extremely fierce. The Fusion Realm cultivator didn't dare to press too hard, only engaging in a skirmish. At the same time, he roared, "Human, I let you escape last time, and now you come here to court death again? Do you truly believe I, Bingyuan, cannot kill you?"

Song Weiwei had been too lazy to speak even when with Lu Ye, so she was naturally even less inclined to pay attention to him. She merely pushed her Dao power frantically, making her attacks even more ferocious.

Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with hatred. Her body was even enveloped in a faint blood mist, clearly indicating she was burning her vital blood for a desperate struggle.

The Fusion Realm cultivator, named Bingyuan, genuinely couldn't understand what Song Weiwei was thinking. He had originally been wary of Song Weiwei possibly having companions, but seeing Song Weiwei's stance, he knew there were no companions at all. Otherwise, why would she fight so desperately from the start?

"Act!" Bingyuan roared.

If he relied solely on himself, capturing Song Weiwei in this state would indeed be troublesome.

But he was not alone; his companion was hidden nearby.

As Bingyuan's words fell, a figure indeed flashed out of concealment. It was a female Shadow Clan cultivator. When not revealed, she left no trace. The moment she appeared, it was with a killing move. Her Dao power fluctuations were incredibly fierce, appearing even stronger than Bingyuan's.

A strong aura of death enveloped her. Song Weiwei knew her end was near. She made no attempt to defend against the Shadow Clan woman's attack. Holding her longsword upright before her, she swiped it with two fingers, and a mouthful of vital blood spurted out. The longsword suddenly surged with a bloody hue, transforming into a blood dragon that opened its maw and lunged at Bingyuan.

Bingyuan's expression was solemn. He naturally knew this was Song Weiwei's desperate, all-out strike. Even though his strength was slightly greater than Song Weiwei's, he dared not be careless in the slightest.

But the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened in terror.

Because he suddenly saw, behind his Shadow Clan companion, another ghostly figure appear out of nowhere. It was a human, dressed in black, with an indifferent expression, his eyelids lowered. A long saber hung at his waist, his right hand resting on the hilt.

He appeared without any warning. If not for his attire, Bingyuan would almost have suspected him to be a Ghost Cultivator.

But his attire undoubtedly indicated he was a Blade Cultivator.

The Shadow Clan female cultivator's entire focus was on Song Weiwei at this moment. How could she have imagined killing intent suddenly descending from behind?

By the time she sensed something was wrong, it was already too late.

At this moment, she had only two choices: either kill Song Weiwei, or switch from offense to defense and protect herself!

Which would she choose?