Heroines, I'm Really not the Devourer
Chapter 51: Great Sage Equal of Heaven

Chapter 51: Great Sage Equal of Heaven

"Are you trying to die faster?" A mocking voice rang out behind him, laced with cruel amusement.

Yaochuan slowly turned his head and saw a young man in his twenties lounging casually atop a silver cloud. His unruly, dark blond hair framed his handsome, sun-kissed face. His bright, piercing red eyes seemed to bore into the soul of anyone who dared meet his gaze, while a sardonic smile played on his thin lips. A seemingly ordinary staff, radiating a menacing aura, rested lazily on his shoulder. He wore a light tunic adorned with cloud and lightning patterns.

Beside him floated a woman of icy beauty, clad in golden armor that seemed woven from light itself. Golden clouds swirled around her, tracing patterns in the air as if lightning obeyed her will. Her face was half-hidden behind a translucent veil, but what was visible was perfection incarnate. Her eyes remained closed, as if she couldn’t be bothered to look at the world around her. Her long, jet-black hair, smooth and shimmering with gold, cascaded over her shoulders, contrasting starkly with her snow-pale skin.

Yaochuan trembled at the sight of the man. He didn’t know his identity, but the young man’s attire and the overwhelming aura of power radiating from him made one thing clear—he stood before someone unimaginably important.

Seeing Yaochuan shake like a leaf, the young man raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening.

"Huh? What’s wrong with him, Yuying?" he drawled.

Yuying, the woman in golden armor, remained silent for a moment.

"Perhaps he suffered mental attacks from those low-level monsters, Prince."

At the word "Prince," Yaochuan immediately dropped to his knees. Who else could bear such a title? But this wasn’t Qing Long, the Imperial Prince. That meant he could only be one of the other supreme powers of the dynasty.

Yaochuan swallowed hard, unable to gauge their cultivation level. He was far too weak to even perceive the extent of their strength. Yet, the fact that even the specters—those dreaded creatures—dared not approach them spoke volumes.

"Hmm? Then deal with them," the Prince said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

In an instant, the specters exploded into golden light, reduced to ashes before they could even react. The Prince tossed a small bottle of medicinal pills to Yaochuan as one might throw a treat to a dog.

"Poor little thing. These pills will help the girl recover," he said, his voice dripping with condescending amusement.

"A thousand thanks, Prince...! If this lowly one can serve you in any way, you need only ask. But how dare this commoner address you directly?" Yaochuan stammered, his head still bowed.

The Prince’s smirk widened, and his staff vanished in a flash of light. He rose into the sky, arms spread wide as if embracing the entire world.

"I am the Great Sage Equal of Heaven, the youngest prince of the Cloudy Dynasty. And I am searching for the so-called strongest of the new generation—Qing Long..."

He leaned forward slightly, his crimson eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.

"So, tell me, pitiful little thing... Where can I find him?"

His voice, though calm, thundered like a storm, and Yaochuan felt his heart freeze.

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Meanwhile, Cang Fei fought with brutal ferocity, his massive Heaven-Splitting Sword crashing down like a raging tempest. Each strike shook the ground, leaving gaping craters and dismembered monster corpses in its wake. His swordsmanship, as crude as it was effective, matched his towering physique. His massive body, hardened by years of training, allowed him to endure blows that would shatter another man’s bones.

He never retreated, always advancing, his blade slicing through the air with arcs of azure light. When a monstrous, scarlet-scaled beast several meters tall tried to crush him beneath its clawed foot, he dodged with a powerful leap before cleaving the creature in two with a single stroke. Black blood sprayed in an arc, but Cang Fei didn’t stop.

"Don’t lose momentum! Follow me!" His voice boomed across the battlefield.

The disciples of the Ethereal Skies Sect, inspired by his bravery, redoubled their efforts.

"Watch their fangs! They’re venomous!" shouted one disciple as he blocked a reptilian monster’s strike with his saber.

"Don’t let them surround you! Form a half-circle around Cang Fei!" another roared.

Their coordination was flawless, each disciple fighting with near-instinctive synergy, drawing upon the sect’s rigorous training.

Nearby, Yin Mei moved with mesmerizing grace. Unlike Cang Fei’s brute strength, she fought with the lightness of the wind, her sword tracing elegant arcs through the air. With each motion, a gentle breeze seemed to rise around her, lifting her long white hair like silk.

BaiShe, observing the battle, narrowed his eyes slightly. In his mind, her movements overlapped with those of his master—there was something eerily familiar in her swordsmanship.

Her technique, Moonlight Waltz, was a refined art blending precision and fluidity. Comprising eight forms, she had already mastered four to perfection. Every strike she delivered seemed almost unreal, as if she were dancing rather than fighting.

A monster lunged at her, fangs dripping with black venom. Yin Mei pivoted gracefully on one foot, narrowly evading the attack. Her blade flashed silver, and the beast’s head rolled to the ground before its body even collapsed.

"Incredible..." a disciple murmured, observing her graceful figure.

"Her swordsmanship rivals that of the Sect Master." It was more the words of a man in love than the truth...

"Look at her expression... it’s like she’s not even trying," said another.

Indeed, Yin Mei’s face remained impassive, almost detached, as if she were performing a simple training drill rather than a life-or-death battle.

Another Rank 5 monster tried to ambush her. She didn’t move immediately, as if waiting for the perfect moment. Then, with lightning speed, she raised her sword and executed:

Third Form: Waxing Crescent

The air chilled around her as a silver gale erupted from her blade, slicing the enemy into pieces before it even realized what had happened.

The disciples around her watched in awe, attempting to mimic her movements—but none could match her fluidity.