My Artifacts Can Upgrade Infinitely

Night had fallen, and a gentle breeze brushed past, but the Moyun Workshop was bustling with excitement.

Members of the night patrol were closing in on Zhao Zuo, forming hand seals as they prepared to move against Zhou Wushuang nearby. Logically, the most rational choice for her now was to retreat.

’But... Zhou Wushuang refused.’

’She had to kill Zhao Zuo to feel any satisfaction...’

"Die."

The blood-red shadow crossed twenty meters in an instant, appearing beside Zhao Zuo in the blink of an eye. The black dagger in her hand, like a viper striking, aimed for Zhao Zuo’s heart from an impossibly cunning angle.

CLANG.

Zhao Zuo had drawn his Hidden Blade Giant Sword to block the attacking black dagger. Resigning himself to fate was one thing, but giving up the fight was another entirely.

As the weapons collided, the immense force of the impact knocked Zhao Zuo back several steps, and a metallic, sweet taste of blood rose in his throat. With her first strike thwarted, Zhou Wushuang extended her left hand, her fingers curling into a claw.

"Blood God Hand Seal."

𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

A dense, bloody energy coalesced in midair. It was surrounded by a roiling mist of blood, with its core solidifying into a blood-red palm two meters in diameter. It looked incredibly solid and emanated a terrifying pressure as it reached directly for Zhao Zuo. The palm was massive, yet its speed was not the least bit slow.

At the same time, Zhou Wushuang pushed off with her legs again. The surrounding Ghosts swirled around her long, straight legs. Her body seemed to merge with the darkness, and her speed increased by another level.

The Ghosts howled, and traces of frost appeared on the ground, gradually turning it pure white. Zhao Zuo was the first to feel a chilling aura assail him from behind, as if threatening to freeze his very blood and muscles.

Clearly, Zhou Wushuang was not holding back this time. She had unleashed techniques from both the Soul Path and the Blood Dao. With the Blood God Hand Seal limiting his movement from above and the deadly chill at his back, he was completely trapped with no room to dodge.

"Die." Zhou Wushuang wasted no more words, the triumphant joy of getting her wish surfacing in her eyes.

In the nick of time, a figure in plain white shot past Zhao Zuo with startling suddenness. She moved as if flying just above the ground, a blur that was gone in the blink of an eye.

’She’s finally here?’ Zhao Zuo glanced at the black stone pillar beside him and silently breathed a sigh of relief. He was now in the core area of the Moyun Workshop, which was under the protection of the Moyun Sect.

Immediately after, a wave of cold air suddenly spread out. Zhao Zuo glanced back.

The massive Hand Seal formed from blood energy in the sky had been frozen over by an eerie blue ice. In the blink of an eye, it shattered into fine dust under the gentle breeze and, in the next moment... dissipated completely.

The figure stood between Zhao Zuo and Zhou Wushuang, her right hand gripping a longsword forged entirely from ice. In place of a sword guard was a hexagonal ice crystal, and a visible chilling aura swirled around the blade.

The figure in white Zhao Zuo saw was not Chen Xiaorong, but Zhou Qingning.

The Steward of the Spirit Treasure Pavilion in the Moyun Workshop.

"You’re going to stop me?" Zhou Wushuang asked, her eyes narrowing in surprise.

"He is an Honored Guest Elder of the Spirit Treasure Pavilion. Within the bounds of the Moyun Workshop, the Pavilion’s regulations regarding Honored Guest Elders require me to protect his life." Zhou Qingning was not wearing her magnificent Magical Robe, but a simple, pure-white dress.

A Spiritual Light flowed across the surface of this dress as well, revealing it to be another Magical Robe. The garment fluttered gently in the breeze against her slender figure, making her look like the incarnation of an ice Elf. Faint snowflakes condensed and danced around her, while layers of ice crystals spread out from beneath her feet.

Zhou Qingning’s skin was as white as snow, and she exuded an aura of purity and pride.

"Fine, I’ll leave." Zhou Wushuang was well aware of her cousin’s personality. Since Zhou Qingning had said she would protect Zhao Zuo, she would absolutely not hold back if Zhou Wushuang attacked again.

’Because that woman didn’t understand the first thing about kinship. She was just a monster who executed rules and doctrines.’

Without further hesitation, Zhou Wushuang turned and fled rapidly in the direction of Shen Yunjiao. She planned to vent the frustration in her heart on her other prey.

"You might not be able to leave," Zhou Qingning said softly, looking up.

Zhao Zuo followed Zhou Qingning’s gaze and looked up toward the Yunlan Mountain Range. A silver point of light was there, growing larger and larger. It was a beam of sword light containing terrifying fluctuations of Energy, streaking across the sky in an incredibly short time. Even the moon seemed to dim in its presence.

Upon the edge of that sword stood a young woman in a light-blue dress.

She looked to be around eighteen years old and was beautiful beyond compare, yet she possessed an unapproachable aloofness. She had the air of a Peerless Sword Immortal, transcendent and detached from the mortal world.

A brilliant silver light descended, cutting through the surrounding darkness like the Celestial River. The sword light locked tightly onto Zhou Wushuang. As if sensing the arrival of her own death, she immediately spun around to face Zhou Qingning, crying out with the desperation of a drowning person clutching at straws.

"Cousin, save me!"

She had already recognized the newcomer’s identity. The most talented prodigy in the surrounding Five Countries for the last hundred years... Chen Xiaorong!

’Shouldn’t she be in the Yunlan Mountain Range, testing her sword against Foundation Establishment Demon Beasts? Why is she here?!’

Zhou Wushuang’s gaze fell on Zhao Zuo, who was standing behind Zhou Qingning. She recalled that when she had first appeared, he had used a Communication Jade to contact someone.

"It was you!!" she snarled, glaring venomously at Zhao Zuo.

In that short span of time, the silvery-gold light had crossed dozens of kilometers to arrive within a hundred meters of the group. Only now could everyone clearly see Chen Xiaorong’s appearance. Her Taoist Robe was soaked and stained red with blood in several places, and her face was faintly pale.