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Jill Young has arrived.
Jill Young wasn’t supposed to appear on Earth at the same time as Jack Young, but under this White Night, so close to the Axis of the World, and within Qi Meng’s gift, some mysterious restriction was broken, allowing the twins to show up together.
Her golden profile merged with her body, and Jill Young radiated a golden aura all over. Platinum hair whipped in the storm, like a goddess descending to earth.
She saw Jasper Xiao frozen in shock, raised her hand and flashed a big toothy grin: "Hey! Look at you—didn’t even notice, you’ve evolved into a real bling-bling tycoon with rings on every finger!"
Jasper instinctively glanced at both hands—and, well, he really was rocking seven rings. Definitely looking more like a big spender now. He shrugged and joked, "I’ve always been a tycoon. This whole nouveau riche vibe is the real me, you know?"
He looked at Jill Young, skipping dumb questions like ‘how’d you get here’ or ‘why are you here,’ and instead slid the eighth ring onto his finger. Black energy surged, the burden grew, but he calmly gazed toward the Black Death Emperor and sighed, "It’s like déjà vu—fighting side by side again, taking on another tough nut. It hasn’t even been that long, but suddenly I feel kinda nostalgic."
"She can’t stay long. We have to wrap this up quick." Jack Young told Jasper, "I can’t really explain it, but suddenly I think I know what to do."
Jasper perked up: "You’ve got a plan?"
"Yeah, but it’s insanely dangerous. And honestly, there’s zero proof it’ll work."
"As long as there's a way, that's good enough! Just say it—what do we do!"
Jack was about to explain, but Jill cut him off with a wave, summing it up: "Simple—just beat the hell out of him! Doesn't matter how, just haul that guy out of his black magic mess and give him a good pounding!"
Beat him up? Jasper looked at Jack for confirmation. Jack's subtle nod said it all: 'She skipped a lot of details, but yeah, that's basically it.' Seeing Jack nod, Jasper slapped his palm: "Alright, let's do it!"
"I'm about to go full throttle—and once I do, I might end up a total idiot again. If that happens, just listen to her." Up ahead, endless black energy twisted into a monstrous shape, its attacks growing fiercer. This was power on a whole new level, and they had to dive straight into the core—a total suicide mission. Jack patted Jasper's shoulder: "No matter what, stay alive."
"Relax, I'm not dying until I've gotten what I want." Jasper slipped on the ninth ring, panting, sweat pouring down his face, but his eyes were bright: "And you better not die either—I still want to roast you about your lectures."
"Hahaha, see you on the other side!" Jack laughed heartily. With Jill at his side, he could finally let loose.
To 'summon' Jill, he'd burned up all his inner power, but now he didn't need it anymore. My other self, I'm handing all my will over to you—leaving behind a mind emptied of all thought and illusion. Only by entering no-thought can you fight no-thought; only by entering no-thought can you precisely control super-level energy; only by entering no-thought can you seize the perfect moment and carve out a straight path!
Heart Severing, Thought Cutting—activate!
Whoosh—Jack's eyes snapped shut. In that brief moment, his whole aura turned cold and silent, his face blank and still. But beneath that calm, a new kind of authority surged forth. The Heavenly Outer Extreme Cold erupted from his lower dantian, cosmic frost flooding his meridians, as if he were traversing a lonely, frozen universe.
His hair turned white in an instant. The icy strands grew even longer than before, flowing past his waist. The wind blew, and what should have been rigid ice hair floated gracefully. Snow and frost spread; over his modern, trendy clothes, a stunning ancient robe appeared in a flash. Wide sleeves, flowing collar, sashes, and from the tips of his hair and hem, icy dust and snowflakes drifted down endlessly.
Black clouds surged in like they’d sensed a threat—then Jack’s eyes snapped open—crack! The clouds froze into tiny black ice diamonds, crashing to the ground with a clatter!
With his eyes open, Jack’s gaze was like the purest mirror. Every bit of personal emotion and thought wiped away, like dust and lines scrubbed clean, leaving only a heart-lake that could reflect the whole world.
In that cold indifference, authority bloomed—Cold Jade Demon God, revealed once again.
Step, step, step—Cold Jade Demon God strode forward, slow but unstoppable, heading straight for the Black Death Emperor. As he walked, a surreal glow lit up behind his head, like a rising moon casting a ghostly chill. He spoke, his voice a divine blend of endless tones: "Moonlight shines, but never sparkles."
Jill raised an eyebrow at the sight: "Whoa, that’s pretty cool—he can even mimic the Heavenly King’s phenomenon!"
Yep, Cold Jade Demon God was pulling off Princess Embroidered Jade’s Heavenly King phenomenon. Normally impossible, but in the no-thought state, anything goes. Every inch of moonlight turned into his cold domain, and with each step, unstoppable force radiated out. The black clouds churned and scattered, and it was like an icy world spread with every footfall.
He alone was starting to push back against the Black Death Emperor!
"Get ready—it’s starting!" Jill strode over to the half-dead Frostbrand, hooked it up with a flick of her foot, and sent the massive sword spinning through the air. It landed with a clang, caught in a powerful hand. With a crunch, five deep dents appeared in the blade as Jill roared and hurled Frostbrand high into the sky.
"Frostbrand!" came a scream from the big-faced guy. With a crash, Frostbrand smashed into the Dragon Slayer. Rubble flew, the Dragon Slayer broke free from the wall. Sword and blade tumbled through the air.
As the sword and blade fell, Jasper suddenly dropped down, one knee to the ground, gripping his warhammer like he was praying. But he wasn’t kneeling to any god—he was searching his own soul.
Nine magic rings are no joke. Back in the day, each of the Nine Rings was worn by a legendary hero or wise king in the human realms, but even they fell and became wraiths under a single little ring’s curse. And Jasper Xiao? He’s got all nine on at once, and the dark thoughts are pounding his mind nonstop.
But even that’s not enough.
Teacher Yang, since you’re going all out, I’ll go big too—at least gotta leave a cool impression for her, right?
After a moment of focus, Jasper pulled out the tenth ring from his storage space. The instant it appeared, wind and clouds roared, black clouds churned, and negative energy from the void poured into the ring at a wild pace. The plain band glowed red-hot, and a circle of dark red runes floated up.
[The One Ring Commands the Nine]
[The One Ring Seeks the Nine]
[The One Ring Draws the Nine]
[Forever Prisoner, the Nine in Darkness]
Nobody expected Jasper Xiao to bust out the actual One Ring from Lord of the Rings! When it appeared, all nine rings on his hand lit up with dark red light. The mental pressure was off the charts—greed, rage, envy, sloth, lust, indulgence, arrogance, all those negative urges crashed into Jasper’s mind like a tidal wave.
Honestly, even the ancient wise kings from Lord of the Rings couldn’t handle this kind of mental assault, and even White Robe Gandalf wouldn’t touch this set of magic rings. So Jasper’s hand holding the ring paused for a second.
He was searching his own soul.
What does it mean to be a Paladin?
He’d never forgotten the vow he made when he became a Paladin: justice, mercy, tolerance, humility, restraint, generosity, courage. All those religious platitudes never meant much to him, but deep down, he truly believed in this oath.
What is the Way of Holy Light?
Is it the Way of Holy Light to watch innocents suffer and not stand up? Is it the Way of Holy Light to let the weak be bullied and not protect them? Is it the Way of Holy Light to see the innocent wronged, dignity trampled, and not uphold justice?
No!
Teacher Yang, I get everything you said about ‘rich or poor’ and ‘doing what you can.’ I’ve thought about it a lot. But right now, I can still say, hand on my heart, I see things differently. You’re not wrong, but for me, even if I’m overreaching, I’ll still defend freedom of will and soul!
Because I’m not just some good Samaritan or a do-gooder. From the moment I swore that oath to my soul, from the moment I gripped this warhammer with my comrades watching and blessing me, I became—a Paladin!
"I grant you, brilliance beyond measure—!" With a whoosh, rubble and dust floated up around him under some miraculous force. Jasper slowly slid the One Ring onto his last finger, and with incredible effort and resolve, he began to recite the fourth mantra: "Facing..."
He hadn’t finished the mantra when—"Frostbrand!" "Dragon Slayer!"—two big-faced guys screamed at the same time. With two clangs, the spinning weapons fell, and someone caught them, one in each hand.
It was Jill Young.
"So rough, huh? Then let me send you all straight to the power zone!" Jill's aura surged, her arms glowing with strength, muscles flexing with supernatural power. Eyes flashing, she took a huge stride forward, channeling her inner force from the soles up, and hurled everything she had!
One throw!
Clang! The Frostbrand sword shot out with a sharp, piercing ring.
Second throw!
Boom! The ground beneath cracked and splintered under the force, inch by inch.
Sword and blade swept past the advancing Cold Jade Demon God, both slamming hard into the dense black liquid. The dark waves rippled, and though the attacks didn't do much damage, they created just the opening they needed.
The Cold Jade Demon God caught that subtle opportunity with crystal clarity. At the weakest moment of the black liquid's undulation, it appeared!
In a flash, Jill Young's mind connected with divine understanding.
"Now it's your turn!" Jack reached out and grabbed a figure kneeling in the shadows.
In that instant, the kneeling figure looked up and said, "You again? I'm just getting my groove on here—how about next time?"
Jill just grinned, "Heh, heh, guess it's you! Drink up—here comes the Holy Light Meat Bomb!"
Third throw!
Boom boom boom! Someone blasted out ring after ring of shockwaves, moving so fast it was almost a blur, slamming straight into the dense darkness.
Finally, the One Ring of Sovereign Magic was perfectly in place, and the fourth mantra echoed like thunder: "Toward—the—direction—of—Heaven!"
Kaboom! Like a stone smashing into a lake, Jasper vanished into the black liquid. But the next moment, it was as if ten thousand flashes exploded at once. No sound, just endless light. Unimaginably powerful Holy Light burst forth, flooding in all directions, illuminating heaven and earth, blasting the black liquid into flying droplets, burning the dark clouds like raging fire.
At the same time, Jill finished charging up. She revved up her power, one hand up, one hand down, her whole body glowing crimson. Her inner force surged like high-pressure steam, cycling faster and faster until this move was finally complete. With reckless abandon, she poured all her essence, energy, and spirit into one ultimate blast—this move was called "Limit—Realm!"
Boom! The ground erupted like it had been hit by a cannon, spewing ice shards everywhere. The Cold Jade Demon God also shifted from slow, steady steps to a blur of full-speed motion. Together with Jill, they charged through Jasper's blazing breakthrough, plunging into the heart of the darkness.
Black water surged, endless black mist shrouded everything.
In the chaos, it seemed a divine voice overlapped itself, whispering four words.
"Life hangs by a thread." (Announcement text skipped as per guidelines.)