Chapter 157 – Sad and Beautiful Skin
The demon’s face immediately turned extremely grim as he slowly vomited out one soul after another. After vomiting out over 40 souls, his golden core was on the verge of collapse.
Wang Lin waved his hand, and the 43 souls flew into his forehead. They entered his consciousness and floated beside the soul of the Xuan Wu Core Formation cultivator.
The Ji Realm’s red lightning streaked past each soul. As they disappeared, Wang Lin could feel his own soul becoming slightly stronger.
The devil secretly relaxed a bit as he looked at Wang Lin, but he complained in his heart, “This is too much! These are all the souls I managed to steal back from that damn sword! Sooner or later, I’ll have my revenge! Just wait until my cultivation recovers to the Nascent Soul stage!”
Just as he was thinking about how to deal with Wang Lin after he recovered to the Nascent Soul stage, his body was grabbed by Wang Lin and thrown back into the dragon vein. The demon let out a few frustrated sighs. The urge to fight Wang Lin arose again. However, that urge subsided once again when he thought about how he wouldn’t get a good result even if he destroyed his golden core.
After drinking the spirit liquid, Wang Lin sat down to cultivate. Thinking about the power of Jie Donglei’s sword cultivation method, he took out several hundred spirit stones. He would use them to place several hundred layers of turtle shell defense formations on himself.
After completing all this, he took a deep breath and hit the side of the wall. The dragon’s mouth slowly opened. He stood up and walked out.
Just as he emerged from the dragon’s mouth, he saw a charming and delicate figure standing near the dragon’s tail. Li Muwan’s expression was dull, but her eyes were shining as she stared at one of the scales on the dragon’s tail.
Shang Guanmo stood beside her with a shining pearl, providing light for her.
Wang Lin remained silent. This time, his closed-door cultivation didn’t last long, but judging by Li Muwan’s appearance, she didn’t leave at all. He sighed in his heart as he jumped down. His body slid down along the dragon and landed behind it.
When Shang Guanmo saw Wang Lin, he immediately infused more spiritual energy into the pearl, making it shine even brighter. He also forced sweat to appear on his forehead, making it appear as if he was focused.
Wang Lin watched her delicate face, which wore a serious expression. Her eyebrows, as beautiful as a painting, furrowed, and she bit her lower lip as she carefully examined her scales. A gentle breeze blew, stirring a few strands of her hair.
Wang Lin’s voice was soft as he said slowly, “Let’s go, I’ll take you home…”
Li Muwan’s fingers trembled. She raised her head to Wang Lin and stared at him for a long time before whispering, “Are you really going to send me back?”
Wang Lin avoided Li Muwan’s gaze and nodded.
Li Muwan chuckled, but her chuckle contained a hint of helplessness. She stood up, straightened her clothes, and said, “Give me three days, okay?”
Wang Lin looked at him once before floating back to the dragon’s head and sitting in the lotus position.
Li Muwan took out a piece of jade from her bag and placed it on her forehead. After writing down the memorized scale pattern, she turned to Shang Guanmo and said calmly, “Prepare a room for me.”
Shang Guanmo immediately agreed. He felt that what he had seen was wrong. The relationship between the demon and the little girl was not what he had imagined.
Inside the room, Li Muwan sat quietly on the ground as scenes from the past few years flashed before her eyes. From being chased by a Core Formation cultivator from Xuan Wu, to being rescued by Wang Lin, and the two of them escaping together. Then, being chased by fire beasts and breaking through them into the Sea of Devils. Creating a cave where she focused on alchemy and him focusing on cultivation… until he left for three years and brought back a pill furnace. When he returned, he was chased by a Core Formation cultivator. He was then able to reach the Core Formation stage and carve out a path of blood.
When Wang Lin reached the Core Formation stage, a weak girl like herself went out to face the Core Formation demonic cultivators alone. Just as she was about to commit suicide, Wang Lin suddenly appeared and saved her. She couldn’t comprehend this sudden change. It caused her body to weaken, and she nearly fell when Wang Lin caught her.
“Don’t move. I’ll take you to kill people.” These words echoed in Li Muwan’s ears. Thinking about them caused many complicated feelings to arise in her heart, and her face turned red. Along the way, she thought about it many times and couldn’t help but smile bitterly. However, as Wang Lin killed here, those words weighed heavily on her heart.
Li Muwan muttered, “I asked you to kill people…” Her lips curled into a faint smile as she took a breath. “Other people would ask me to look at the beautiful moon or the sunset, but he asked me to kill people…”
Shortly after, she sighed and muttered, “All these years, he never asked for my name, and I still don’t know what it is. Perhaps in his eyes, my name isn’t important. What’s important is that I know alchemy… Now that the pill has been refined, I think I’ve lost my value…” Thinking of this, the complicated feelings in her heart grew stronger until they became a stabbing pain. A stream of blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth. This streak of blood was extremely shocking, a stark contrast to her immaculate beauty.
The term sad beauty fits her perfectly at this moment.
After a long moment, she bit her lower lip and took out a shard of jade scales from her storage bag. There were 18,874 of them, the same number as the dragon’s scales.
Previously, Jie Donglei did not have enough followers to stand on any scale.
These jade scales were the result of his sleepless nights of effort over the past half month. He spent all that time recording each scale. The mental stress he endured had taken at least five years of his life away…
However, Li Muwan didn’t care about any of that anymore. She took the scales one by one and connected them. Sometimes she even changed what was inside.
First it combined nearly 20,000 pieces of jade into 10,000 pieces, then 5,000 pieces, and so on.
Three days later, Li Muwan’s face was pale and his body was very weak. He felt like he would fall if the wind blew towards him. He walked out of the cave, leaning against the wall.
Wang Lin was holding an object he had been studying for the past three days in his hand. When Li Muwan came out, he put the object away before jumping down in front of her. When he saw Li Muwan’s increasingly tired face, he frowned and asked, “What have you been doing these past three days? Drink this.” He took out a jade bottle containing 300 drops of spiritual liquid and placed it in Li Muwan’s hand.
Li Muwan put away the jade bottle like a treasure and whispered, “Thank you, senior brother. I’m fine. Let’s… go…” After that, her face regained some color as she leaned on Wang Lin’s shoulder and said, “Let’s… let’s go home…”
Wang Lin pondered for a long moment before wrapping his left arm around Li Muwan’s waist. His body immediately flew into the air and opened a path through the fog before them, and the two of them quickly disappeared into the sky.
Plum blossoms are graceful flowers. With a hint of gold, they would look truly magnificent. However, the red center transforms the entire flower’s feel; from ordinary to stunning, from graceful to bizarre.
There were many cultivators talking to each other in the inn, but when the old man entered, the conversation stopped. Several gazes turned to the old man before they withdrew.
After the old man entered the inn, he didn’t even look back and sat down in a chair by the window. After ordering some light wine, he sat there and drank by himself. His brows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed. His heart was clearly heavy.
At this time, the conversation at the inn returned.
At one of the tables, several cultivators showed worried expressions and whispered, “That demon killed people and then fought with Jie Donglei of the Evil Fighting Sect for three days and three nights. Finally, he used a mysterious magic treasure to kill Jie Donglei in an instant and then whipped his body for seven days and seven nights. Hehe, I guess Nan Dou City is going to have a new owner.”
The old man’s expression changed when he heard the words “mysterious magical treasure”.
A round-faced cultivator revealed a reminiscent expression and sighed. “Hehe, so what about it? I saw that demon myself. At that time, the sky was filled with corpses he had trapped. There were at least 1,000 corpses dragged behind him. That demon really knew how to have fun. He even carried a beautiful girl in his arms as he flew through the sky. That scene is something I will never forget for the rest of my life.”
The old man frowned slightly and muttered to himself.
A cold-faced young man took a sip of his drink and sneered, “You should all be quiet. I heard that person has mastered a very cruel form of death magic and hates it when people talk about it. Be careful, if it gets to his ears, you’ll die without a grave.”
When the old man heard the words “death spell”, his eyes immediately lit up.
The young man sneered as he took another sip. “In my opinion, since that person has a kill order, if he’s still in Nan Dou City, then he won’t live much longer. There are currently no Nascent Soul cultivators near Nan Dou City, but once news spreads, Nascent Soul cultivators will probably come here. If I were him, I’d find a place to hide for these 100 days.”
“A hundred-day assassination order!?” The old man’s eyes immediately lit up even brighter. His right hand reached out, and the young man’s face immediately turned red as his neck was grabbed by an invisible force and pulled downwards.
“Wow, this old man is very interested in the person you spoke of. Can you tell me more about him?”