Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

"Who...who exactly are you?"

Shi Long's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with disbelief and horror.

He is a powerful expert at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm.

In this Yangzhou region, there are very few people who can surpass him.

But the woman in front of him, who looked to be no more than twenty years old, left him with no room to resist.

Wanwan did not answer his question.

She extended a slender, white finger and flicked it lightly on the ribbon.

hum!

The ribbon trembled, producing a clear, melodious sound.

Shi Long felt a strange force coming from the ribbon, as if an invisible hand had gripped his body and then suddenly spun him around.

He was spinning like a top, constantly turning in place.

One lap, two laps, three laps...

It spun faster and faster, until its face became indistinguishable, leaving only a blurry shadow spinning wildly in the moonlight.

"Stop...stop now..."

Shi Long's voice was intermittent, accompanied by obvious dizziness and nausea.

Wanwan stood to the side, arms crossed, tilting her head to look at the spinning "top," a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Master Shi, what kind of kung fu are you practicing? You're spinning quite beautifully!"

Shi Long wanted to curse, but the moment he opened his mouth, he felt like vomiting. He could only clench his teeth and swallow the surging nausea back down.

Wanwan watched for a while, then thought it was about right, and flicked the ribbon again.

The spinning stopped abruptly.

Shi Long's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, his eyes rolling back and a muffled groan escaping his lips.

His hair was disheveled, his clothes were wrinkled, and he looked like he had just been pulled out of a washing machine, extremely disheveled.

Wanwan squatted down and tilted her head to look at him.

"Master Shi, can you give me the Longevity Formula now?"

Shi Long lay on the ground, panting heavily.

His mind was still racing, and he was seeing stars. It took him a long time to finally make out the delicate little face in front of him.

"You...you can forget about it..."

His voice was weak, but his tone remained stubborn.

Wanwan sighed, stood up, and patted off non-existent dust from her skirt.

"Well, then they'll just have to find someone themselves."

She bent down and began searching through Shi Long's body.

Shi Long was bound like a rice dumpling with ribbons and couldn't move. He could only watch helplessly as those fair little hands rummaged around inside his clothes.

"You...you're being insolent!"

His face turned bright red, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

Wanwan ignored him, flipping through the clothes from left to right, then from top to bottom, her movements as swift as if she were looking for clothes in her own closet.

A moment later, she straightened up, holding a roll of silk-like material in her hand.

The silk was very thin, almost transparent, and densely covered with tiny characters written in ancient and vigorous strokes, exuding an indescribable and mysterious aura.

The Secret to Longevity.

Wanwan unfolded the silk scroll, her gaze sweeping over the words on it, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

"I don't understand, it must be true!"

She carefully rolled up the Longevity Mantra, tucked it into her sleeve, and then glanced down at the stone dragon lying on the ground.

Shi Long was glaring at her, his eyes filled with anger and resentment.

Wanwan thought for a moment, then picked up a teapot from the table next to her, lifted the lid, and smelled it.

It was leftover tea, but it wasn't spoiled.

She walked back carrying the teapot, squatted down, aimed the spout at the stone dragon's mouth, and slowly poured the tea.

The lukewarm tea flowed into Shi Long's mouth, and he swallowed a few mouthfuls unconsciously, choking and coughing.

"What...what did you give me to drink?"

"Tea, what else could it be?"

Wanwan put the teapot aside, stood up, clapped her hands, and said, "Master Shi, I've taken the Longevity Manual. As compensation, I'll spare your life and even treat you to a cup of tea. Isn't that fair?"

Shi Long was so angry that he trembled all over, but he was bound by ribbons and could not even tremble properly.

"You...you..."

Stop with all that "you" and "me" stuff.

Wanwan waved her hand and turned to walk towards the door.

As she reached the threshold, she suddenly stopped, turned around, and winked at Shi Long.

"By the way, Master Shi, let me kindly remind you—if you find something in the future, remember to return it to its owner. Otherwise, the next person who comes might not be as accommodating as I am."

After saying that, she stepped over the threshold, her white robes disappearing into the moonlight.

Shi Long lay on the cold ground, staring at the ceiling, his chest heaving violently.

"Witch... Witch..."

He muttered to himself, his voice filled with resentment and humiliation.

......

Wanwan walked out of the village, the moonlight shining on her, casting a long shadow.

"Finally got it! Next, I just need to find a place to use my extraordinary comprehension to optimize the Longevity Technique, making it suitable for my cultivation!"

A slight smile played on her lips; she was in a great mood.

However, this good mood only lasted for less than half a cup of tea.

The bamboo path not far away was now filled with people.

Densely packed, a dark mass.

The torchlight illuminated the entire bamboo forest as if it were daytime. The armor gleamed coldly in the firelight, and the swords and spears stood like a forest, exuding a chilling aura.

An army of at least a thousand men completely surrounded the area.

Wanwan stopped in her tracks.

Her gaze passed over the heads of the armored soldiers and landed on the person at the very front of the group.

He was a middle-aged man, in his early forties, with a burly build, a resolute face, and sharp, hawk-like eyes that gleamed with a cold light in the firelight.

He wore a dark gold armor, a long sword at his waist, and rode a magnificent black horse. Standing there, he resembled an unshakeable mountain.

Yuwen Huaji!

Wanwan's eyes narrowed slightly.

She took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to back away.

Although Yuwen Huaji had many skilled fighters under her command, she was not without her own trump cards.

After the Heavenly Demon Technique was optimized, her true combat power far exceeded the scope of the late stage of the Innate Realm.

Even if they can't win, it shouldn't be difficult to escape unscathed.

"drive."

Yuwen Huaji gently spurred the horse's flanks, and the black horse slowly moved forward, stopping three zhang away from Wanwan.

He looked down at the woman in white before him, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment, a barely perceptible look of amazement flashing in his eyes.

"The Yin Gui Sect, Miss Wanwan?"

His voice was deep and resonant, carrying a composure and a sense of oppression unique to those who had long held positions of power.

Wanwan didn't speak, but tilted her head, her clear, deep eyes looking straight at him.

Yuwen Huaji was not annoyed; instead, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"This general is ordered by His Majesty to search for extraordinary people and talents throughout the land."

He paused, his gaze falling on the corner of dark yellow silk peeking out from Wanwan's sleeve, his pupils contracting slightly.

"Having heard that Miss Wanwan is the successor to the Yin Gui Sect's leadership, and that her cultivation is unfathomable, I have come to extend this invitation—"

"To enter the palace and meet the Emperor to discuss state affairs!"