Chapter 6 —

"This elemental energy isn't as weak as I imagined. While its energy intensity and power are inferior to spiritual energy, it's far more convenient for daily use and clearing out mobs. Although the blood crystal flying sword technique was impromptu, its power is considerable—it seems this body's potential is far greater than this."

After dealing with the black-robed man, "Emily" turned around, her gaze falling on Zhao Leyun not far away. The red-haired girl was still slumped on the ground, her body withered like human skin, only her head barely breathing, her eyes flashing with complex light—fear, shock, and a hint of inexplicable pleading.

“Little girl, meeting me means you weren’t meant to die.”

“Emily” naturally saw through Zhao Leyun’s thoughts, so she slowly approached and injected a drop of her essence blood into her brow.

Instantly, the other’s body began to swell at a visible speed, her withered limbs became plump again, her bones regenerated, and her flesh was reconstructed… In a short while, she returned to her original petite appearance.

However, her face was still pale, her red hair was disheveled, and although there was wariness and confusion in her eyes, there was more of the relief and gratitude of being rescued.

Zhao Leyun slowly rose from the ground, putting her slightly droopy uniform back on; she adjusted her pleated skirt and white stockings, which were hanging down a bit; then, comically, she tiptoed to retrieve her little leather shoes, which had fallen off due to her skinning, from the nearby cement floor…

After doing all this, her face had become somewhat flushed: “Th-thank you… thank you for saving me.”

“Emily” nodded, feeling quite pleased, thinking to herself that this little girl wasn’t as arrogant as Emily remembered; she had a way of treating her savior. “Judging from your attire, you must be an immortal from another world, right? Um… how should I address you?”

She had clearly heard the conversation between the men in black robes, and coupled with the unusual behavior of this “Emily,” she naturally guessed the other party’s true identity.

Hearing Zhao Leyun reveal her true identity, "Emily" wasn't surprised. She simply waved her hand casually and said, "I wouldn't call myself an immortal. As for my name... um?"

She was about to give her name when she suddenly saw a golden light emanating a familiar aura emerge from the girl's head. Despite not being drawn by it, it flew towards her on its own.

"This is... merit?! And quite a lot... um? This little girl seems unable to see it?"

Only when the golden light was close to her face did "Emily" recognize the object before her in surprise, while also keenly noticing the confusion on Zhao Leyun's face.

"I never expected it to exist in this world! In my memory, even though this vampire girl is a vampire princess, she has never heard of or seen merit—it seems this is an opportunity unique to me!"

Looking at the golden light before her, "Emily's" eyes were filled with longing.

It's understandable that she lost her composure, after all, merit can not only be used to refine the body and soul, increasing their strength; it can also enhance one's luck, turning life-or-**** situations into safe ones; and it can even be converted into spiritual power to accelerate cultivation!

“Very good.” Looking at the golden light of merit, “Emily” nodded in satisfaction, then immediately stored it in her sea of ​​consciousness without hesitation. However, while she was pleased, Zhao Leyun, standing opposite her, looked somewhat uneasy: “Immortal, what’s wrong with you, Senior Immortal? Why are you looking at me like that…”

She couldn’t see the golden light of merit, so from her perspective, “Emily” was about to announce her name when she suddenly froze, then began to look at her with an incredibly surprised yet incredibly eager gaze, as if she were some rare treasure—that gaze reminded her of her beastly father, Zhao Wenhao.

“Emily” paused slightly upon hearing this, withdrew her almost greedy gaze, coughed lightly, and regained her usual composure. She then realized that when she was staring at the golden light of merit, her gaze probably looked no different from that of some pervert in Zhao Leyun’s eyes.

"I'm sorry to have startled you." She smiled slightly, her voice softening. "I just suddenly remembered some old things. Little girl, your name is Zhao Leyun, right? My name is Yang Jing. From now on, you can call me that."

"Yao...Qing? That's such an ethereal name..."

Because of her nervousness, and because in her memory the immortal in Emily's body was a woman, Zhao Leyun actually misheard Yang Jing's name, even automatically processing it as a woman's name in her mind.

"Then can I call you Immortal Yao Qing from now on?"

"Actually... uh, never mind, whatever you say. But you don't have to be so formal, just call me sister."

Yang Jing wanted to correct her, but then she thought that now that she was a woman, it wasn't appropriate for others to keep calling her by a man's name, and besides, there didn't seem to be any particularly strong causal restrictions on Blue Star, so she simply let Zhao Leyun be.

Moreover, more importantly—

"If I get closer to her like this, perhaps I can gain more merit from her?" The current "Yao Qing" thought to herself.

"Yes! Sister Yaoqing, you saved me. How can I repay you?" Zhao Leyun lowered her head, nervously twisting the hem of her pleated skirt, her voice barely a whisper: "...I don't have anything of value. Although the Zhao family is wealthy, after what happened, I've come to understand myself—using Zhao Wenhao's influence to vent my emotions on others is just a short-sighted approach. The more I use Zhao Wenhao's things, the more at ease he'll feel when he sexually harasses me! Now, I don't want to go back at all..."

Yaoqing looked at her, her heart stirred slightly.

Although the golden light of merit had entered her sea of ​​consciousness, she could clearly sense that Zhao Leyun's "gratitude" towards her hadn't reached its peak yet—that golden light was just the first wave. If she could do something more for her, there would definitely be more merit to be gained later.

"It's good that you recognize your mistakes—of course, I hope you can genuinely correct them and try your best to make amends to those who have been insulted or hurt because of you, not just pay lip service."

Yao Qing nodded, acknowledging Zhao Leyun's self-repentance. Seeing the other's eyes brighten, she continued,

"But don't worry—if you're going to help, you should see it through. If I hadn't seen what happened to you, we would have had no connection... but now that I have, I have no reason not to lend a hand."

Hearing Yao Qing's words, a hint of joy gradually appeared on Zhao Leyun's face: "Sister Yao Qing, what do you mean...?"

"Let's go, let's meet that 'not to be trifled with' Zhao Wenhao!" Yao Qing flicked her sleeve, and the several desiccated corpses on the ground instantly turned to ashes and disappeared without a trace. Then she began to make grand promises:

"Furthermore, under the influence of that drop of my essence blood, your physical body and talent are now vastly different from before—while you may not awaken your spiritual roots and embark on the path of immortality like me, at least you can awaken your special abilities. Perhaps, you will have the chance to personally end his life..."