Chapter 2309 - 2307: Sky Fiend Lone Star?

After a sudden encounter and combat concluded, Lu Ye collected two Star Abyss coins and glanced at Song Weiwei standing beside him.

They had been traveling together for half a month.

Song Weiwei's strength was indeed impressive, and she was known as a sword cultivator famous for her battles. Although she was a woman, her combat experience was extremely rich, and her combat style quite fierce.

Over this half month, they had some gains.

This time, the enemies they encountered were two cultivators of the 8th Order Dao Fusion.

To be honest, if Lu Ye was alone, it would have been a bit troublesome to take them all down, but with Song Weiwei's cooperation, it was a different story.

The only thing that troubled Lu Ye was Song Weiwei's cold demeanor. If Junior Sister Shuang's cold rejection was like keeping people at a distance, then Song Weiwei's cold was akin to a dead silence.

In half a month, Song Weiwei spoke less than ten sentences since their initial acquaintance.

She never offered her opinion nor had any thoughts. She was like a tail or like a sword in Lu Ye's hand; wherever Lu Ye fought, she would follow.

She didn't even want the spoils. The Star Abyss coins left by the defeated enemies she didn't even look at; they were all collected by Lu Ye.

Lu Ye felt somewhat helpless about this; partnering in such an environment is like a temporary marriage, working together because the other's strength meets the required standard, there's naturally no need to expect more.

Yet, in certain moments, Lu Ye inadvertently glimpsed an unforgettable hatred suddenly flashing through the dead calm of Song Weiwei's eyes!

Initially, Lu Ye was somewhat wary of her, after all, appearances can be deceiving, and such caution is necessary, but with continued contact and interaction, Lu Ye realized that this wariness was meaningless.

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

Lu Ye thought life would continue like this, but this time, as they passed by a leftover battlefield, Song Weiwei suddenly acted abnormally.

This battlefield seemed to have been left not long ago, with an extremely cold aura lingering everywhere. The shattered floating land had turned into chunks of ice.

Lu Ye probed with his Mental Consciousness, his expression solemn.

Although he didn't know who left this mark, judging by the remnants of the battlefield, the person's strength must be very formidable.

What Lu Ye didn't notice was Song Weiwei, who had her back to him, her eyes suddenly reddened, her body trembling slightly, fists clenched tightly, nails digging into flesh, blood flowing.

Only then did Lu Ye become aware something was amiss and looked at Song Weiwei: "What's wrong?"

Song Weiwei slowly shook her head, then turned to Lu Ye with a faint smile: "Senior Brother, I'm feeling unwell; can I rest for a while?"

Lu Ye blinked.

After half a month, he never expected this woman could actually smile.

However, he certainly wouldn't refuse such a request.

A moment later, the two were meditating in a secluded spot to recover.

Lu Ye generally seized such opportunities for intensive cultivation; the Dao force here was extremely rich, and he was very efficient in his cultivation. Although he had a vast reserve of Dao force and even a Dao force flask now, one could never have too much Dao force.

The saying goes like punishing children on a rainy day: idleness is idleness; cultivators generally dedicate their leisure time to intensive practice.

Strength and cultivation depend on constant accumulation, turning grains of sand into a tower, gathering bits into a lot, a virtue every successful cultivator should possess.

The sound of footsteps rustled, and Lu Ye opened his eyes to find Song Weiwei standing before him.

He looked at Song Weiwei: "Anything, Junior Sister?"

Song Weiwei bit her red lips, lowered her head, silent.

Lu Ye furrowed his brow, unsure of what Song Weiwei wanted.

But then, a jaw-dropping moment occurred, and Song Weiwei stepped forward, pressing close to him, then slowly squatting down.

Lu Ye was sitting cross-legged, so Song Weiwei effectively sat on his legs.

A soft touch spread, a proud and tall peak right before him, Song Weiwei's face flushed red, wrapping one arm around Lu Ye's neck, and the other unbuttoning her clothes, then laid herself on Lu Ye's shoulder.

A trembling voice like a soft breeze reached Lu Ye's ears: "Senior Brother, take me…"

Lu Ye was stunned.

When Song Weiwei sat down, his Dao force was poised, defensively prepared against her attack, yet he never expected such a thing to occur.

From their days together, Lu Ye had somewhat understood her temperament. If she were truly uninhibited, such an act wouldn't be surprising, but Song Weiwei wasn't that kind of person.

This occurrence was strikingly abrupt!

Furthermore, Lu Ye had some skill in assessing people, having been through numerous battles, and naturally had noticed early on that Song Weiwei possessed a Primordial Yin Body.

What was she trying to do?

Since leaving the stellar space, it's been several years now, with Hua Ci, Su Yuqing, and Jiu Yan not around; normally, he wouldn't have any personal desires, but he couldn't withstand such a fierce approach.

Especially with Song Weiwei leaning over, his lips were already pressed against her.

Anyone encountering such a situation couldn't possibly remain indifferent.

But he knew, things shouldn't be like this, Song Weiwei...had issues!

Lu Ye pondered silently, but the Song Weiwei who was clinging to him with her whole body on him, started trembling.

Even though she had made up her mind, actually doing such a thing still filled her with sadness and bitterness.

What made her feel even more embarrassed was that Lu Ye had no reaction!

Lu Ye raised his hand.

Song Weiwei's body trembled even harder, at this moment, she wanted to flee, but she clenched her teeth, with blood seeping from her red lips.

Then she was astonished to find that Lu Ye had pulled up her loosened garments, covering up the boundless beautiful scenery.

"Stand up!"

Lu Ye's voice was very calm, even indifferent.

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

Only then did Lu Ye look at her, waited for a long time, seeing she had no reaction, had to speak helplessly: "Doesn't Junior Sister have anything to say to me?"

Song Weiwei raised her eyes, meeting his gaze, hesitated for a moment, but still shook her head, then turned and walked away.

From beginning to end, she didn't say a word.

Lu Ye sensed with his Mental Consciousness, knowing Song Weiwei had left quickly, realizing she wouldn't come back again, he couldn't help but sigh.

What a mess things had become, why can't people just speak openly?

Is it easy for me to find a suitable partner? The first one, Qing Rou, was so mean to me, eventually died by my hand. Then I met a blonde woman who seemed nice, but her two companions ended up being killed by me, fought two battles, and finally paired with Song Weiwei for just half a month, and now it's like this again.

Am I the Sky Fiend lone star?

A moment later, Song Weiwei reached the battlefield they had visited with Lu Ye before, her eyes cold, after a quick scan, she swiftly headed in one direction.

In this direction, Song Weiwei pursued for a whole day, and during the chase, not only did she not hide her aura, but showed an imposing presence.

Upon passing a desolate planet, she finally found her target.

Because she made no attempt to conceal, the other party immediately noticed her presence.

A cold aura suddenly swept out from that desolate planet, reaching her in the blink of an eye, clashing with Song Weiwei. Instantly, Song Weiwei's whole body was full of killing intent, her longsword radiated with sword light, engaging in combat with the figure.

However, although Song Weiwei was quite capable, she was clearly a notch below her opponent, and within moments, she fell to a disadvantage.

It's fortunate that the sword cultivator is known for their fierce killing, with an extremely aggressive offense. That Dao Fusion didn't dare to press too hard, only entangling, while shouting: "Human race, last time you got away, and you come again seeking death, do you really think my Bing Yuan can't kill you?"

Song Weiwei, when with Lu Ye, was too lazy to speak, naturally even more so with him, only furiously pushing her Dao force, her attacks growing fiercer.

Her eyes were blood-red, filled with hatred, even shrouded in a faint blood mist, clearly having sacrificed her Essence Blood to fight for her life.

The Dao Fusion called Bing Yuan couldn't understand what Song Weiwei was thinking, he was wary of any potential companion of hers. But seeing her reckless approach, he knew she had no companions, why else would she be fighting so desperately from the start?

"Strike!" Bing Yuan shouted sharply.

If it were up to him alone, dealing with Song Weiwei in this state would indeed be troublesome.

But he wasn't alone; his companion was hidden nearby.

As Bing Yuan's voice fell, indeed, a figure leapt out from concealment, an unmistakable female Shadow Race cultivator who, when concealed, left no trace. Once she appeared, her strike was lethal, with an incredibly fierce Dao force fluctuation, seemingly even stronger than Bing Yuan's.

The intense aura of death loomed over, Song Weiwei realized her end had come, paid no heed to defending against the Shadow Race woman's attack, held her longsword upright in front of her, ran her fingers along it, and spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood. The longsword surged with a bloody hue, transforming into a Blood Dragon, opening its mouth to bite at Bing Yuan.

Bing Yuan's expression grew serious, naturally aware this was Song Weiwei's desperate measure. Even if his abilities exceeded Song Weiwei's by a margin, he dared not be careless.

But the next moment, his eyes suddenly filled with terror.

Because he suddenly saw another ghostly figure inexplicably appear behind his Shadow Race companion, a human race, wearing black clothes, with a cold demeanor, eyes slightly lowered, a long knife at his waist, right hand resting on the hilt.

His appearance was so unpredictable, were it not for the attire, Bing Yuan would almost mistake him for a Ghost Cultivator.

But the attire clearly indicated he was a combat cultivator.

The female Shadow Race cultivator had her heart and mind fully focused on Song Weiwei, how could she have anticipated a deadly threat approaching from behind?

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

At this moment, she had only two choices, either kill Song Weiwei, or turn to defend herself!

How to choose?