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

The bamboo grove was quiet for a moment.

The torches crackled, and the soldiers' breathing rose and fell.

Wanwan looked at the spirited general on horseback and suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, almost imperceptible, but there was an indescribable meaning in those eyes.

"Yuwen Huaji".

She spoke, her voice clear and cold like pearls falling on a jade plate, drifting far away in the night wind.

"Do you really think you can get me into the palace with just over a thousand people?"

Yuwen Huaji's smile froze slightly.

Wanwan didn't give him time to react.

She raised her hand, extended two slender, white fingers, and flicked them lightly in the air.

hum!

An invisible sound wave spread out from the fingertips, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

The soldiers in the front row felt a thud in their eardrums, their heads buzzed, and their swords and spears clattered to the ground.

The warhorse neighed, its front hooves rearing up, almost throwing the rider off its back.

Yuwen Huaji's black horse was also startled and took several steps back.

He pulled hard on the reins and barely managed to keep the vehicle steady.

Horse hooves kicked up sparks on the bluestone pavement, and the neighing echoed in the night sky, startling the birds roosting in the woods.

Yuwen Huaji stared at the woman in white in front of him, his pupils trembling slightly.

Just now, with that light flick of the finger, there was no sign of any leakage of true energy, nor any indication of gathering power; it was just a casual flick.

The twenty-odd elite armored soldiers in the front row staggered and fell from their hands, their weapons slipping from their grasp.

What kind of martial art is this?

Countless thoughts flashed through Yuwen Huaji's mind, but he quickly regained his composure.

He dismounted, patted the horse's neck to soothe it, and then looked at Wanwan again, his smile deepening.

"Miss Wanwan is very skilled."

His voice remained steady, but his grip on the reins tightened slightly. "This general is increasingly convinced that His Majesty will take a liking to you!"

Wanwan raised an eyebrow.

"The way you're talking makes it sound like you're trying to play matchmaker for me."

Yuwen Huaji's smile froze for a moment.

Before he could react, Wanwan moved.

The white-clad figure moved like a streak of light, leaving afterimages in the torchlight.

She didn't use the Heavenly Demon Ribbon, nor did she even activate all her true energy. She simply relied on the movement techniques and power granted to her by the optimized Heavenly Demon Technique to move through the army formation.

Dodged to the left, then to the right.

The warriors' swords and spears always missed by a hair's breadth, whistling through the air beside her.

With a casual wave of her hand, one or two armored soldiers were sent flying backward, crashing into the crowd behind them and knocking down many of them.

"Stop her!"

"Don't let her get near the general!"

"Form ranks! Form ranks!"

Commands rose and fell as the armored soldiers tried to form a battle formation, but Wanwan's movements were too fast and too unpredictable. She would always disappear just before the formation was complete, leaving behind only a string of silvery laughter.

Wanwan fought as she walked, casually knocking away countless soldiers and generals, her steps as light as a spring outing.

These ordinary soldiers were no different from paper to her.

She even felt a little bored.

However, just as she was preparing to speed up and directly attack Yuwen Huaji—

【Ding! 】

A crisp notification sound exploded in my mind.

[Lin Daiyu has joined the group chat!]

[Current group chat members: 4.]

Wanwan paused slightly, almost having her clothes brushed by a long spear.

She stepped aside, her brows furrowing slightly.

Another new person has arrived?

She glanced down at the pale blue light screen in her mind, where the three words "Lin Daiyu" stood out prominently.

Goodness, this business is incredibly busy.

Wanwan temporarily muted the group chat messages and looked up ahead.

In that brief moment of distraction, the armored soldiers she had just scattered regrouped, their swords and spears forming a dense forest, completely blocking their path.

"trouble!"

She muttered something and raised her hand to slap him again.

boom!

The palm strike was like a raging torrent, sending seven or eight armored soldiers in the front row flying backwards, their armor and bodies flying as they crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Wanwan stepped forward, her white clothes fluttering in the torchlight.

Then, armored soldiers surrounded them from both sides. She nudged them with her left elbow and lifted her right knee, sending the two men flying backwards and crashing into the bushes by the roadside, unable to get up for a long time.

They fought their way through, and advanced as they went.

Behind him lay a field of groaning soldiers, and the road ahead gradually became clearer, revealing Yu Wenhua and his furious face.

However, just as she slapped away three more armored soldiers, a notification sound rang in her mind again.

[Nalan Yanran: @Wanwan, come out and greet the guests, a newcomer has arrived!]

Wanwan almost choked on her words.

Picking up guests?

What kind of customers are we receiving?

She slapped away a soldier who tried to grab her leg, and snorted inwardly in annoyance.

He waved almost instantly, ignoring the message.

I'm busy right now, I don't have time.

Then, she looked up and found that her path was blocked again.

A group of armored soldiers held up their shields, forming a human wall with only narrow gaps between the shields, through which long spears gleamed coldly.

Wanwan sighed.

"Aren't you guys annoying?"

No one answered her.

The armored soldiers gritted their teeth, held up their shields, and pressed forward step by step.

Wanwan took a deep breath, and the Heavenly Demon True Qi within her body surged like a tide.

She took a step forward.

As this step was taken, the ground trembled slightly, and the feet of the shield bearers in the front row suddenly froze, as if something was blocking them, and they could not take the next step.

Wanwan struck again.

She used five-tenths of her strength in that palm strike.

The palm strike was like a dragon, roaring out and shattering the wall of men made up of dozens of shields into pieces as if it were made of paper. The shield fragments and the armored soldiers flew out together, hitting the ground with a loud ping-pong sound.

The road ahead is open again.

Wanwan clapped her hands, preparing to accelerate towards Yuwen Huaji.

[Nalan Yanran: @Wanwan, where are you?]

Wanwan stopped in her tracks.

This time, she did not ignore it.

In her mind, a dark blue light screen unfolded, and a dangerous glint flashed in Wanwan's clear, deep eyes.

Her fingers flew across the virtual keyboard, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between her teeth—

[Wanwan: I've read your message but won't reply. Don't bother me!]

The moment the message was sent, her aura suddenly changed.

If Wanwan was a lazy cat before, then she is now a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

His sharp edge was fully revealed, and his killing intent was chilling.

The Heavenly Demon True Qi circulated wildly within her body, and the optimized Heavenly Demon Great Art was activated at full power. Black mist surged from her body, billowing like a tide in the torchlight.

The black mist was not tangible, yet it carried a chilling sense of oppression.

The soldiers in the front row felt a sudden tightness in their chests, as if something was choking them, and they no longer had the strength to even lift their swords or spears.

Wanwan moved.

This time, she didn't hold back.

The white-clad figure moved like a ghost through the army formation, each strike sending three or five armored soldiers flying backward.

As if struck by an invisible giant hand, the person was lifted into the air, tumbled several times, and then crashed heavily onto the ground several meters away, unable to get up again.