Raise Joan of Arc to be an empress, then discard her.

"Alright, teacher, let's hurry over and help them. If we don't help soon, they might lose." Ottilia took the ancient longsword from behind her back and held it in her arms.

Aaron nodded in agreement, saying, "Indeed, that woman is clearly much stronger than the man. If we don't make a move soon, those bandits might lose."

"Huh?" Ottilia turned her head in surprise. "Teacher, aren't we supposed to help them? After all, the bandits are the bad guys."

“No, no, no, the bandits aren’t our friends, but those people aren’t our friends either.” Aaron patted Ottilia on the shoulder and said sincerely, “The rest of the story is up to you.”

"Huh? Me...? But if we really want to help them, shouldn't it be the teacher who takes action? After all, the teacher can take care of them in no time."

"I don't want to go through all that trouble... but I have other things to take care of, so I need someone to distract them and give me time to prepare."

“Can I really do it? I’ve only been learning for a short time,” Ottilia said.

“I’ll protect you, just do what you can,” Aaron said.

As he spoke, Aaron flipped his palm upwards, and a book that looked like a black stone carving appeared in his hand. Although the book was a spirit, it had the weight of stone, and its surface had rough textures like marble. It rose and fell in Aaron's hand with his breath.

The book was so unusual that after looking at it for a while, Ottilia became so engrossed that she asked, "Teacher, what is this?"

Aaron replied, "This is a book I recently acquired."

The white-haired woman remained expressionless, but her face had noticeably turned colder. She had actually been keeping a close eye on the man's situation. The man's body was being held in the air, pulled in eight directions by more than twenty chains. The white-haired woman didn't believe the man's body would be torn apart, but the man's face was contorted with rage, and violent white steam was constantly billowing from his body. His body was simultaneously resisting the forces from eight directions, and it was stretched to its limit.

"You will die before him," the white-haired woman hissed, her eyes now chillingly cold.

Ottilia didn't speak, but her expression was serious.

The white-haired woman was startled, her pupils suddenly shrinking to slits. She abruptly turned her head and found a man had silently appeared beside her. Ottilia's tearful words were spoken to the man.

The man was dressed in aristocratic, loose-fitting clothing. He held a black ancient book in his right hand, which rose and fell slowly in his hand with his breathing, emitting a dark black light.

"Hold on." That was all the man said.

"Um……!"

Almost the instant the man finished speaking, the weapon was already in front of the white-haired woman. The white-haired woman was startled and swung her sword to block. The woman in front of her was no longer the weak and tearful girl she had been just moments before. She clenched her teeth tightly, like a stubborn girl who would never let go no matter what.

"what…………!"

After a few exchanges, Ottilia was once again knocked back by the white-haired woman's sword. But this time, the white-haired woman's sword swing was no longer as spirited as before. Ottilia did not fall to the ground. She staggered backward and realized that they were indeed not on the same level.

"whispering sound……!"

This time it was the white-haired woman's turn to be annoyed. She firmly believed that with her swordsmanship, as long as no one interfered, Ottilia would surely be defeated. However, the man kept letting out chilling screams. His body had been wrapped up like a dumpling by the bandits, and his energy was surging. He was on the verge of fainting at any moment. Meanwhile, Ottilia in front of her was becoming more and more courageous in battle, and her body was radiating a red aura that the white-haired woman could not understand.

The white-haired woman wielded a sword, and upon seeing Ottilia, she instinctively felt disgust, followed by a sense of irritation.

"I will make sure you die a horrible death..." The white-haired woman's voice finally carried a hint of anger. This was the first time Ottilia had heard any emotion in her voice, as if the ice that had stood for millennia was finally showing signs of thawing.

Ottilia did not reply, but remained still. As the white-haired woman emanated fire, an iron spear had already stealthily circled behind her and silently thrust towards the back of her head, without the white-haired woman seeming to be completely unaware.

"what…………"

Just as the man was about to succeed, a pure white bone sword pierced his heart. At the other end of the bone sword, the white-haired woman slowly rotated her wrist, trying to make the man's blood gush out from the wound. The blood blossoms were magnificent. The white-haired woman suddenly pulled out the bone sword, and the bandit who had ambushed her fell to the ground with a thud. Half of the white-haired woman's body was already stained with blood, but this did not affect her beauty. Instead, it made her look like a demon, swaying like a demon, like a demonic flower blooming in blood.

This time it was the white-haired woman's turn to attack. Ottilia quickly parried. Her attacks were like a beautiful dance, and each sword strike carried a wave of heat. When the sword clashed with the cold jade in Ottilia's hand, her figure flashed like a ghost. The arc of each sword strike was exaggerated and full of power, like an eerie dance. Ottilia kept flying backward.

"Her next three moves will target the middle lane." At this moment, a cold voice came from afar. The white-haired woman was stunned for a moment, but her body reacted before her brain could think. Sure enough, the three moves were aimed directly at the middle lane. Upon hearing that voice, the girl in front of her suddenly became single-minded and without the slightest hesitation, she swung her sword to block in her middle lane. These three lightning-fast swords were all deflected by Ottilia, as if she had divine assistance.

"Is this how they teach?" the girl exclaimed.

"What's wrong?"

With Aaron guiding her, Ottilia felt much more confident. Even when the white-haired woman changed her sword techniques midway through, Ottilia handled the situation with ease and gradually turned the tables, gaining the upper hand.

As Ottilia was gathering her strength for her attack, she suddenly sensed something amiss in the air around her. The attack seemed to come from nowhere, without a gust of wind or any warning. Startled, Ottilia rolled away on the spot. A tidal wave of sword light flashed past her, black mist billowed into the sky, and the ground in front of her turned scorched. In the open space between the two of them, a crack tore open, turning into a huge ravine belching black smoke.

Guided by her, the spiritual energy in the space surged forth in large clusters of red flames from the white-haired woman's body. These flames condensed and exploded on her body, rising and falling like breath. The terrifying spiritual energy within her body grew increasingly turbulent, and the hard ground seemed to be burning as well. The faint sound of exploding flames could be heard from beneath the ground, as if some terrifying creature had awakened before Ottilia.

Ottilia swallowed silently. The flames on the white-haired woman's body slowly spread from her arm to the bone sword. At this moment, sparks flowed along the bone of the sword. After a loud explosion, flames shot into the sky from the bone sword, as if the bone sword was engulfed in a raging fire. It was obvious that the white-haired woman was serious.

Sure enough, the moment the bone sword burst into flames, the white-haired woman rushed in like a ghost. This time, even the residual force of her sword strikes created a series of explosions in the air. Flames erupted again and again on the open ground. To the onlookers, all they saw was a raging fire suddenly rising on the open ground. Two figures moved swiftly through the flames, and each clash of swords produced a deafening roar. Ji Xing's body was constantly flying backward.

For the two, every clash of swords was a collision of immense spiritual power. The extremely high temperatures of the flames and explosions affected Ottilia and also cleaved the battlefield. Black smoke billowed across the open ground, preventing the bandits watching nearby from getting close.

Chapter 262 Purpose

To the bandits, the two were like gods locked in battle. The residual force of each collision would injure the bandits. Even Aaron was unable to participate in the battle because the white-haired woman's sword swing was too fast, faster than the speed he had pointed out. Even if he saw through the flaw, he couldn't tell Aurelia.

The white-haired woman had entered a state of extreme killing. The man was her master, and she had to save his life. To achieve this, she had to stop at nothing.

The white-haired woman had lost count of how many times she had swung her sword, but Aurelia's tenacity still exceeded her expectations. Even though she was teetering like a kite with a broken string in the firelight, Aurelia still gripped her sword tightly. The man in the distance was also teetering, his body at risk of collapsing at any moment, and he could not hold on for much longer.

This was beyond Aaron's imagination. Aaron originally thought that Aurelia was just a pampered young lady whose admiration for superhumans was limited to this level, but he did not expect her to unleash a strength that he could not have imagined.

Both of them knew this, so one risked his life to block, and the other risked his life to slash, both waiting for the moment when the other could not hold on any longer.

The two collided and separated rapidly. In the blink of an eye, their bodies intersected multiple times, demonstrating the ultimate form of attack and destruction.

As the two passed each other again, standing ten steps apart, the white-haired woman's body suddenly "collapsed" without warning. She gripped the bone sword in reverse and began to spin, the bone sword drawing a perfect arc around her. The blade instantly gained abundant energy, and the next moment, the bone sword broke the sound barrier, its power so great it could tear the earth apart. With this sword capable of cleaving mountains and seas, the white-haired woman spun at high speed, her figure turning into a white phantom in the rapid swing. When the next spin ended, the blade would fly to Aurelia's side.

Aurelia had no thoughts other than defense. When the white-haired woman swung her sword so fast it seemed to cut through time, she even thought she was going to die. But she simply unleashed all her energy and held the sword horizontally in front of her chest.

A powerful gust of wind whipped up Aurelia's hair, and a swift sword flashed past her, causing her robes to billow wildly. But Aurelia suddenly froze.

Because she didn't see the ultimate sword unfold before her, from its rotation to its intersection, the white-haired woman's body seemed to suddenly freeze. Perhaps "frozen" wasn't quite the right word, because the white-haired woman's sword arc was still rotating around her, but extremely slowly, as if it were stuck in a swamp. At first, Aurelia was puzzled, but then she was so terrified that she almost lost her soul!

Because she saw the white-haired woman's body begin to spin again, the bone sword carrying a restrained yet powerful force, spinning once more!

From utter stillness to extreme motion, the white-haired woman's body underwent a transition in the blink of an eye. Her sword carried a sword aura several times greater than before. No! In Aurelia's eyes, she was hardly wielding a bone sword anymore! She was wielding mountains and seas! She was wielding a roaring dragon!

Almost as soon as the sword had spun halfway around her body, she was already in front of Aaron. When that overwhelming sword strike came down on Aaron, he still had his eyes closed and was unaware of the nightmare that was about to unfold before him!

Unbeknownst to Aurelia, the white-haired woman had been searching for a way to rescue the man ever since they began fighting, so her gaze naturally fell upon the man standing under the shade of the tree.

From the moment the man appeared, she remained wary of him, but he made no move whatsoever, simply standing there like a statue in the shadows, completely hidden in the shade of the trees.

Legend has it that among a nomadic tribe, there exists a terrifying sorcerer who usually holds a book in his left hand and possesses the ability to see into people's minds. Thus, from the very beginning, the white-haired woman continuously produced black smoke and ravines on the earth, preventing men from aiming at her and casting their spells on her.

This tactic clearly worked. The man remained motionless from beginning to end, seemingly unable to find an opportunity to attack her. Then the white-haired woman thought of a second point: although they could perform strange witchcraft, they did not exercise their bodies. Their bodies were usually very weak and they needed warriors to protect them. Once the witches were approached, they were almost unable to put up any resistance.

So she unleashed this sword strike that seemed to transcend time. Such a strike was extremely taxing on her, but thanks to it, it carried a truly overwhelming power. She believed that after this strike, whatever her opponent was, would be reduced to ashes in the sword wind...

The white-haired woman felt no joy, only a desolate feeling after delivering the sword. It was as if a swordsman had already known the outcome before he thrust the sword out, so he had no other thoughts and felt that everything was empty.

With a single thrust of his sword, a powerful sword wind pierced through Aaron, as if a giant dragon were rampaging through the forest. Wherever the sword light touched, trees snapped and broke, and dirt and pebbles scattered in all directions along the path the sword energy swept. As the sword energy advanced, it emitted a roar like a dragon's cry, as if a giant beast were awakening from the forest.

A moment later, a muffled roar came from the depths of the forest, and a yellowish-brown ripple spread through the air. The ripple spread for more than ten kilometers before gradually stopping. When the ripple spread behind the man, no other sound could be heard in the world.

But the white-haired woman's body suddenly trembled. Her body tensed up, and her arms were actually exerting force, because an entire forest had collapsed. But the man who had taken almost the full force of her sword did not fall. He stood in front of the white-haired woman like a statue, blocking her sword with his palm, his body completely still.

There wasn't even any blood seeping from his palms, only white marks left from where the sword energy had grazed them.

A creaking sound came from the air. Aaron pushed forward with his right palm, and the bone sword shattered inch by inch from the tip to the spine. The blade of the bone sword disappeared, and snowflake-like fragments fell from the white-haired woman's head. A moment later, she was left with only a broken sword in her hand, with only the blade intact.

Time seemed to stand still around them. The man in the distance had already fainted. Aurelia watched this scene silently, her mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

After Aaron unleashed his power to shatter the bone sword, his hand didn't stop. He struck the white-haired woman's forehead with a palm. The speed of this strike was clearly not fast, but the white-haired woman couldn't dodge it no matter what. The white-haired woman groaned and knelt on the ground. Aaron pressed her head down, forcing her to kneel in front of him, and his spiritual power flowed along his palm to the white-haired woman's entire body.

“General,” Aaron said.

Aurelia approached Aaron and pointed her sword at the white-haired woman. However, the white-haired woman's body had become as stiff as iron, and she couldn't even hold onto the broken sword. She rolled to Aurelia's feet. Aurelia thought of Aaron's nonchalant manner just now. Although she had expected it, she still didn't know what to say for a moment. She could only say, "Teacher is so amazing."

But Aaron's attention was not on Aurelia at all. He stared at the white-haired woman on the ground with a much more solemn gaze than before, his expression unusually serious.

"What do we do with her after that?" Aurelia asked, not too seriously, but as if it were a matter of course.

Aaron, however, said without any distraction, "I'm sorry, Aurelia, the next steps will be crucial, so I might not be able to hear what you're saying. Also, it would be best if someone could be there to protect me."

"Steps?" Aurelia was a little confused. She still didn't understand what her teacher was going to do, but she still stood obediently beside Aaron, observing her surroundings warily.

Looking back at Aaron, he was replying while staring intently at the white-haired woman. The Book of Darkness in his hand rose and slowly flew into the air.

“That’s right, she is the Holy Spirit. Do you know what the Holy Spirit is, Aurelia?”

Aaron's eyes burned: "What I want to do is remove the seven gods' divine authority over her and take back their control over her."

Aaron's excited voice had barely faded when the three people in the room froze. The white-haired woman's eyes widened, and Aurelia exclaimed, "Huh?"

"I don't understand. Clear the controls, then what?"

Aaron paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, in other words, I want to subdue her and make her my possession."

With a "thud," the cold jade in Aurelia's hand fell to the ground. Aurelia made a "whoaaaaah..." sound as she slowly shifted her gaze to the white-haired woman.

Although she was defeated and knelt on the ground, the girl's charm was still captivating. She wore white armor, her long black hair reaching her waist cascading over her shoulders, her high breasts filling the fabric without a single wrinkle, and her full thighs crossed, revealing a powerful and beautifully curved leg. She wore white soft boots, and her well-proportioned figure was the epitome of beauty, enough to arouse the most restless desires in the hearts of the opposite sex.

Especially her small face, which remained cold and defiant even after defeat, exuded an aloofness and an unyielding spirit. Both her cool and detached demeanor and her stunningly beautiful face, which even Aurelia would have to admire, ignited a strong desire to conquer her.

"Teacher, what are you planning to do?!"

The next moment, Aurelia grabbed Aaron's body and shook him violently: "Teacher, I really misjudged you! I never thought that all this trouble was for this! You! Beast!"

"You're still explaining! You already said you wanted to make her your own! You just said it!!"

“My wording may have misled you, but I subdued her because she is the Holy Spirit.”

"And this Holy Spirit just happens to have a pretty good figure, not only full breasts, but also a perky butt?"

“Uh…” Aaron was slightly speechless, “That’s right… this Holy Spirit just happens to have big breasts and a perky butt… and looks… just right for men’s aesthetic preferences…”

Aaron tried to reason with Aurelia in a more academic way to stop her from overthinking, but Aurelia simply didn't believe him.

"Although you may have some misunderstandings, I don't have time to deal with these things right now. I will explain them to you later."

Aaron waved his right hand, and Aurelia was suddenly separated by a force. Not only Aurelia, but everything except Aaron and the white-haired woman was also separated. The two of them were as if they had entered a dark world, which was covered by a square purple glass. Things in the real world could not affect the inside, and things inside could not affect the outside.

To win someone's complete submission, you must first win their submission through language.

In the dim purple space, Aaron knelt down in front of the white-haired woman: "Tell me your name."

“Luo…Lin…”

The white-haired woman's body was still resisting fiercely, but her mind was wide open, and she tremblingly uttered her name.

“Very good, my name is Aaron, you will hear this name often in the future.”

Aaron reached out, and the sparse points of light from the Book of Darkness fell upon the white-haired woman. But just as Aaron was about to begin the ritual, invisible chains suddenly tightened. The bound white-haired woman slowly and laboriously raised her head, and a chilling light burst forth from the depths of her always lowered eyelids:

"Don't even think about it!"

Aaron was suddenly stunned. The girl in front of him tilted her head back with all her might, just to look him in the eye. Looking at her stubborn little face, at this moment, the Book of Darkness was not binding a young girl, but a lone wolf that would rather die than submit, even when forced to the edge of a cliff.

"Truly both aloof and noble," Aaron thought to himself.

"Boom!"