Chapter 951: So Stylish!

First, look at the one with white hair.

Xing pinched her face again, and her golden eyes fixed on the target without blinking.

Moonlight fell on that person, as if it were a spotlight aimed solely at her.

Her long hair, fading from frosty white to icy blue, poured from the crown down to her waist, like moonlight coating a waterfall with a layer of cold‑colored glaze.

A circular high bun was bound with a dark indigo silk ribbon, its end hanging behind the shoulder, swaying gently with the long hair in the wind.

Knee‑high jet‑black high‑heeled boots stood on the slate, the heel's contact surface coated with a thin layer of frost.

The frost spread outward from where she stood, and within its radius the slate surface was covered with fine ice crystals.

Xing silently formed an assessment in her mind.

【A hermit of the world beyond·Ice attribute·Seems unsociable·Yet standing there can make people kneel and call her Master·Long legs indeed】

Rating: ten.

Deduction: looks like she could split herself in two with a single sword.

Now look at the one with gray‑white hair.

Xing's gaze shifted from the white‑haired swordsman to the person standing opposite her, ready to score them as usual.

Her golden eyes swept over.

Then her mind froze.

Gray‑white long hair fell over her shoulders, reaching her waist, its strands a lifeless, withered hue under the moonlight.

Her facial features were so delicate they didn't resemble those of a typical Xianzhou person.

Emerald‑green eyes, pupils dilated.

From her shoulders and arms sprouted several gray‑green branches, each bearing half‑withered gray‑purple buds that trembled lightly in the wind.

She wore an asymmetrical outfit, surrounded by countless white Bubbles that swayed gently in the night breeze, their surfaces reflecting the moon's cool light, dense as a swarm of transparent balloons guarding her domain.

Xing's brain began to work.

Demon‑shadow body!

Her brain instantly retrieved the term.

The day she and Walter first arrived at Luofu, they encountered a group of demon‑shadow bodies at the Star Chariot Sea dock.

Those things crouched beside the containers, moving stiffly, faces twisted, emitting muffled moans; some even dragged all four limbs on the ground like animals, with sticky fluid dribbling from their mouths.

When the Cloud Cavalry drove them away with long spears, the demon‑shadow bodies let out hoarse screams, their branches trembling wildly, and withered yellow leaves fell everywhere.

But the gray‑white‑haired one before me…

Xing blinked forcefully.

Completely different!

Observe the opponent's stance: the body tilted slightly, the right toe barely touching the ground, the whole posture like a willow bent gently by the wind—relaxed yet ready to spring.

Now examine the attire: the left side features draped wide sleeves that hang loosely over the shoulders, cuffs embroidered with dense dark patterns; the right side is sleeveless, with several ultra‑fine silver chains crossed and bound around the upper arm, the chains shimmering with fragmented cold light in the moon. The neckline is an asymmetric diagonal V‑cut, exposing only the left clavicle, from which a gray‑green branch protrudes about half an inch beyond the edge, striking against the cool‑white skin.

The skirt is also asymmetrical: the left hem reaches mid‑thigh, while the right side layers three sheets of sheer gauze edged with silver patterns; when the night breeze lifts them slightly, the slender legs beneath are visible. The left leg is sheathed in an ultra‑thin mist‑gray over‑knee sock, its cuff embroidered with a ring of silver motifs; the right leg is bare, save for a Silver Feather Pattern Anklet around the ankle, from which hangs a small lapis‑blue bell.

Xing's gaze lingered on the feet for two seconds, then rose upward.

A golden five‑petaled flower floated nearby, palm‑sized, its petals as thin as cicada wings, turning slowly in the air.

Xing opened her mouth, and only four big characters remained in her mind:

So stylish!

This is totally boss‑level!

Compared to those crawling on the dock, this is a world apart!

Those are grunts; this one is a hidden boss!

Look at the aura, the design, the floating Bubbles and rotating golden flower—this is literally a character illustration straight out of a premium mobile game!

Even the hair's luster surpasses those demon‑shadow bodies by at least ten levels!

Xing ran these elements through her mind and concluded that this outfit could headline a fashion week.

This demon‑shadow body's aesthetic taste is too strong!

Xing gave the gray‑white‑haired one a perfect ten in her mind.

Then she examined the face.

Emerald eyes, those eyes—though the pupil color is dull, the shape still retains a very familiar feel.

Xing frowned.

Wait.

Why does this face look somewhat familiar?

The brain started working. Neurons began firing. Memory activated.

Searching.

Searching.

Searching.

Search failed.

Xing's mind went blank!

It's not her fault.

She'd gone through too many events today, and her intelligence already fluctuates randomly; sometimes she flashes insight and draws extremely precise conclusions, other times she can't even recall what she ate at noon.

Now it's clearly the latter case.

So Xing stared at the gray‑white‑haired face for a long while, her mind looping dozens of times, and finally concluded:

Doesn't recognize.

But it really does look a bit familiar.

Probably I've seen a similar face somewhere; Luofu is so vast that encountering a few look‑alikes is normal.

Just as Xing was struggling hard in the mire of his low‑IQ trough, a loud female voice suddenly erupted overhead.

"Qingque girl! I'm behind you! Crush that white‑haired red‑eyed demon!!!"

The voice came from the roof of a building across the street, its volume so great that the whole street buzzed.

"Look, look! Isn't that white‑haired one already out of tricks!! Go!! Take her life while she has no sword!!"

Xing jumped at the voice, instinctively pulling his head back behind the wall, then cautiously peeking out again toward the roof.

Xing couldn't see the person on the roof clearly; only a vague, blurry silhouette squatted on the ridge.

"I want to see blood flow like a river—!!!"

"Wow."

Xing let out a low sigh, "How wild."

Before the words finished, the white‑haired swordsman casually slashed toward the direction the voice had come from.

A streak of ice‑blue light shot from his palm, expanding in the air into an ice curtain several zhang wide, and, moving at near‑teleport speed, slammed into the tavern.

Boom!

The ice curtain exploded the instant it struck the tavern's outer wall.

The entire tavern was completely enveloped by ice within three seconds, from top to bottom.

Moonlight fell on the icy shell, refracting a cold blue halo that looked like a massive amber.

"Ah my god, you scared me to death!!!"

The voice sounded again from the roof of another building.

This time it shifted position, moving about twenty zhang eastward; the voice carried obvious panting yet its excitement was undiminished.

"Can't you handle it!! Say 'fight' and you fight!! I only shouted a couple of lines!! Hey, Qingque girl, did you see!! She's frantic!! She's really frantic!! Means I hit her sore spot!! Keep fighting!! I support you in spirit!!"

In response, another wave of frost sword qi shot out.

It flashed away again.