The Destiny Villainess Wants Me To Work!

Chapter 245: Miniature Sun!

The next moment—

Clank!

Spikes erupted outward and chains formed.

Metal restraints wrapped around their limbs, torsos, necks, and claws.

The five Pishachas were instantly bound.

One after another, they crashed violently onto the ground.

"SKREEEEEE!"

The monsters struggled frantically.

Dark energy erupted from their claws as they attempted to tear through the restraints.

Cracks immediately appeared across the metal.

Song Meilin’s combat experience instantly allowed her to judge the situation.

Those restraints wouldn’t hold them for long.

A few seconds at most.

Yet before she could understand who had intervened, a strange heat brushed against her face.

Song Meilin froze.

Heat?

In the middle of the Frostspine Mountains?

The surrounding snow had already begun melting. The temperature was rising at a terrifying speed.

Her instincts suddenly warned her of danger.

Not from the Pishachas, but from behind.

Song Meilin turned around.

Then, her eyes widened.

A gigantic fireball floated above the forest.

No.

Calling it a fireball felt inadequate.

It resembled a miniature sun.

The blazing sphere was over a dozen meters wide, radiating such terrifying heat that the surrounding air visibly distorted.

Snow evaporated before it could even touch the ground.

The trees nearby had already begun catching fire.

Song Meilin’s mind went blank.

’What... is that?’

Before she could finish the thought, the giant fireball shot forward.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The forest shook violently.

The enormous sphere tore through the air and slammed directly into the struggling Pishachas.

For a brief moment, everything became white. Then came the explosion.

A pillar of fire erupted toward the sky.

The earth shattered.

The shockwaves swept across the battlefield like a natural disaster.

Song Meilin instinctively raised her arm to shield her face.

The heat wave blasted past her.

The snow within dozens of meters instantly disappeared.

Trees. Grass. Rocks.

Everything caught within the explosion’s radius was swallowed by flames.

The ground itself transformed.

Snowy terrain became scorched black rock.

Crimson cracks spread across the earth like magma veins.

The five Pishachas didn’t even get the opportunity to scream.

Their bodies vanished within the inferno completely.

Not a single trace remained.

The battlefield suddenly became silent.

The only remaining sound was the crackling of flames.

Song Meilin stood there blankly.

Her sword remained raised.

Her spiritual energy was still circulating.

Yet her thoughts had completely stopped.

The crisis that had pushed her to the brink of death...

The five remaining Pishachas that she had no confidence in defeating...

Had simply disappeared.

Yes, gone.

Vaporised from earth.

Just like that.

The mountain wind blew through the ruined battlefield.

Smoke drifted upward.

Molten-looking rocks glowed faintly beneath the lingering heat.

Song Meilin stared at the scene for several moments.

Then slowly... She turned around.

Behind her stood two young figures.

One was a beautiful young woman with an indifferent expression.

The other had his hands casually tucked behind his head.

A lazy smile hung on his face as though he had merely finished taking a walk.

Seeing Song Meilin finally look over, the young man waved casually.

Then, in a completely relaxed tone, he said—

"Looks like we made it in time~"

Song Meilin stared at him.

Then, at the battlefield.

Then back at him.

For the first time in many years, the experienced Foundation Building Peak cultivator found herself completely speechless.

***

Song Meilin looked at the two young people standing before her and couldn’t help letting out a long sigh.

"Qingyun truly didn’t lie to me."

Her gaze swept over Su Mo and Yang Qingxi.

"The younger generation is fearsome."

Earlier, after a brief exchange of introductions, she had finally confirmed their identities.

These two mysterious cultivators who had suddenly descended from the sky and casually solved a situation that had pushed her to the brink of death were actually Qingyun’s daughter and future son-in-law.

The thought made her feel extremely complicated.

She had rushed out of the sect in panic because she was worried these two juniors would get themselves killed.

In the end, before she could even find them, she was the one who ended up being rescued.

Remembering her earlier urgency, Song Meilin felt slightly embarrassed.

A faint blush appeared on her face.

Fortunately, the snowy weather hid it fairly well.

"Don’t think too much, Sister Song." Su Mo immediately gave her a thumbs-up. "You are already very strong."

Yang Qingxi nodded in agreement.

"Just the fact that you held back so many Pishachas alone and even managed to kill one proves your strength."

Song Meilin couldn’t help smiling.

Their praise sounded sincere.

More importantly, it came from people whose strength had already earned her respect.

"I don’t need comfort." She waved her hand dismissively. "I’ve lived long enough to experience all kinds of things. A little setback isn’t enough to affect me."

Although she said that, both Su Mo and Yang Qingxi noticed the slight awkwardness hidden behind her smile.

Naturally, neither of them exposed it.

Everyone had their pride.

Especially experienced cultivators like Song Meilin.

Continuing the topic would only make things more embarrassing.

Thus, Su Mo wisely changed the subject.

"Sister Song, what exactly were those monsters?"

The question immediately made Song Meilin’s expression more serious.

She looked toward the snowy mountain path ahead before speaking.

"I’ll explain on the way."

The three began walking together through the Frostspine Mountains.

Meanwhile, Su Mo had quietly stored King inside his storage ring.

Although Song Meilin hadn’t paid much attention earlier due to the battle, the skeletal horse was still a corpse puppet at the end of the day.

Su Mo had no intention of displaying such things openly.

After all, he knew very little about the cultivation world’s customs and taboos.

Many novels he had read featured so-called righteous sects that considered certain cultivation methods heretical.

Whether such people actually existed in this world or not, wasn’t important.

The important thing was avoiding unnecessary trouble.

They were only here to find the Son of Luck.

There was no need to create misunderstandings with White Moon Sect before even arriving.