Chapter 542: Fool
Muyan slightly narrows her eyes. Her expression unreadable, but her sweet-sounding voice is clearly conveyed into everyone’s ears, “The time you’ve been acquainted with Ghost King Liu isn’t short, you can’t tell me that you people don’t know that Ghost King Liu’s specialty lies in Gu Poisons?”
Hearing that, the Black and White Protectors jump in fright, their gazes simultaneously turning to look at the Ghost Lord’s corpse.
Because the Ghost Lord was knocked down while he was attacking Muyan, his extended black nails still haven’t retracted.
Like this, it really quite reminiscent of a Gu poisoning.
A flustered look flashes through Liu Se’s face, but she quickly shouts: “Jun Muyan, your methods are so malicious. You’re obviously the one who poisoned the Ghost Lord, rendering him helpless, and still mercilessly killing him. Now, you actually want to plant this on my head?”
“Would you dare to say that the bloody holes on the Ghost Lord’s body did not come about because you stabbed him?”
Muyan nods without the slightest hesitation, “Correct, the injuries on the Ghost Lord were caused by me. Under your control, he attacked me. Should I not have fought back?”
“You guys hear that?!” Liu Se immediately turns towards the Black and White Protectors, shouting, “Regardless of what the Ghost Lord went through beforehand, she’s the one who killed him, and presently, it’s also this slut who had harmed me to this extent. What are you guys still staring about for? Why don’t you hurry up and cut them into pieces!”
The Black and White Protectors both frown, until finally, they coldly look at Muyan, “Since you admit that you’re the one who inflicted the mortal wound on the Ghost Lord, that means you’re the one who killed him. You must die!”
“Ah… fools!” Muyan scoffs, “If you idiots were all the Ghost Lord had on hand, then it’s no wonder that he had been so easily misled.”
Turning over a wrist, a knife appears in her hand. Before everyone could come to themselves and react-
The hand rises, then the blade falls. There’s the sound of a stab, as the sharp blade suddenly pierces the Ghost Lord’s body.
The whole audience falls into a deathly stillness.
Soon after, the Black and White Protectors have their eyes practically bulging out. Looking like they’ve completely gone mad, they rush straight to Muyan, “Slut, you dare?!!!”
But, without waiting for their attacks to reach Muyan-
There’s a sudden flash of silvery light.
A silver needle goes into the Ghost Lord’s heart, then pulls out through the wound that was just recently cut open by the knife.
Soon after, everyone could see a terrifying red bug struggling incessantly at the tip of the silver needle.
A pair of machine-like, compound eyes keeps on shifting towards everyone around.
The mouth opens and closes, and it’s like you could see the sticky flesh inside.
“Urgh–!” some low-cultivation Ghost Envoy already cannot help but feel their stomach churn from disgust.
And the pair’s attack comes to a grinding halt, stopping at a distance less than a meter away from Muyan.
“What… what is that?!” the pair asks in alarm.
Why would such a terrible bug come out from the Ghost Lord’s heart?
Muyan shoots them a contemptuous glance, “This is the Three Corpses Gu, which has fed on the Ghost Lord’s blood essence. Only a little bit away from turning into a King of thousands of Gu.”
“Ghost King Liu, don’t tell me you don’t recognize this thing?”
Liu Se sneers: “Jun Muyan, you don’t have to frame me again and again. Even if there’s the Three Corpses Gu in the Ghost Lord, you’re still the one who placed it there – what does it have to do with me? If I can administer the Three Corpses Gu to the Ghost Lord, how could I have fallen to this state? Protectors, you mustn’t be fooled by this treacherous, murderous woman!”
Sure enough, the Black Reaper and the White Reaper have their face show hesitation once again.
Chapter 541: Why is your face so red?
Muyan stands unsteadily, her body swaying to the side. However, she suddenly crashes into Di Ming Jue’s arms.
The man’s warm, taut skin is closely pressed against her, separated only by a thin cloth.
A steamy breath puffs by her ears, bringing with it an ambiguous and lingering sensation.
The candle flame has gone out due to this sudden development of events.
In the pitch-black where you hold out a hand and couldn’t see your five fingers, this usually induces panic and nervousness in people.
But Muyan couldn’t care about any of that.
That’s because this shameless man beside her is actually taking advantage of the moment the light has disappeared, straight up kissing her on the lips.
With a boom, the stone room finally stops it’s descent.
“Jun Shang, are you and Miss Jun all right?” they hear Han Ye’s concerned voice.
“Since you people killed the Ghost Lord, all of you will just be buried together with him in this Ghost Hall underground tomb!”
The Black an White Protectors are hysterical, hate-filled voices reverberating in entire stone room.
Then the light goes up, illuminating everyone’s faces.
Liu Se’s smug madness, the Black and White Protectors’ resentment, the Ghost Lord’s lifeless and ashy complexion, as well as Han Ye’s anxiousness – they all appear in fine detail.
Seeing that Muyan and Di Ming Jue are safe and unharmed, Han Ye sighs in relief.
But suddenly, he says with some confusion: “Miss Jun, why is your face so red?”
Muyan doesn’t respond, but she ruthlessly hits Di Ming Jue with her elbow.
Only then does she purses her lips, which are still somewhat sore, and raises a hand. Strings shoot out.
Before Liu Se and the Black and White Protectors could react-
Those strings have already taken hold of the Ghost Lord, covering him up lightning-fast, and dragging him before Muyan.
“Ghost Lord–!!” the Black and White Protectors bellow, wanting to rush over.
Han Ye snorts and steps forward, brandishing his longsword.
He immediately forces the pair to retreat again and again.
Almost at the same time, the entrance of the stone room opens, and countless Ghost Envoys swarm in, surrounding Muyan and the others.
“All of you can see it, yes? These people deliberately infiltrated the Ghost Wind Valley to assassinate the Ghost Lord.” Liu Se gnashes her teeth and shrieks, her eyes gleaming with a sinister light, “The one who killed the Ghost Lord is this Jun Muyan, posing as a doctor. But nobody expected that I would actually see through this vicious woman’s deception.”
“This woman used the guise of treating his illness to kill the Ghost Lord, even wanting to kill and silence me. Now, she won’t even spare the Ghost Lord’s dead body. Protectors, you must absolutely not let her get away with this!”
The Black Reaper and the White Reaper stare coldly at Muyan, harshly speaking in unison, “You people best return the Ghost Lord’s corpse at once, then I might consider leaving your corpses intact!”
But Muyan doesn’t pay attention to their threats. She crouches down to examine the Ghost Lord’s heavily damaged body. Sighing, she says: “Tsk, tsk. His Highness, the great Ghost Lord, ending up as another person’s puppet, that really is quite sad.”
“But Ghost King Liu, shouldn’t you know better than anyone, just how exactly did the Ghost Lord die?”
Something flashes on Liu Se’s face, but she immediately raves with her rough, unpleasant voice: “What nonsense are you talking about? You clearly killed the Ghost Lord, the many wounds on his body is the best evidence of this!”
“Heh…” Muyan’s smiling expression is filled with ridicule, “I wouldn’t dare attest about Ghost King Liu’s other qualities, but her ability to speak blindly with open eyes – that is really unparalleled.”
Saying that, she turns to look at the Black and White Protectors, “You two have always been guarding next to the Ghost Lord, don’t tell me neither of you noticed that there’s something really weird with his illness?”
“What’s so weird?” the Black Protector subconsciously asks.
“The Ghost Lord didn’t get sick at all, but someone gave him the [Three Corpses Gu].”
Chapter 540: They killed the Ghost Lord
Xiao Bao had been so tiny back then, she didn’t expect that he would actually remember it all this time.
In this incarnation, that she could have such a treasure as Xiao Bao, she doesn’t have any regrets about being reborn into this life.
Just as she thinks about that, Xiao Bao little head is suddenly pushed away by a large hand.
Following that, a tender kiss falls on her slowly closing wound. A man’s deep, husky voice enters her ears, “Yanyan, don’t feel pain… your husband’s kiss will make it all better.”
If she has some peeve in this life, it would be unexpectedly running into this shameless guy.
Xiao Bao indignantly shoves Di Ming Jue off, hugging Muyan’s neck, “Niangqin is mine! You’re not allowed to grab her!”
Di Ming Jue laughs grimly: “Jun Mochen, do you want Ben Jun to use force in order to inform you who exactly Muyan belongs to?”
One big, one small; big eyes glare at smaller ones. Just as they’re about to make trouble, the stone room’s entrance suddenly opens with a loud rumble.
Han Ye burst inside in a rush, shouting out, “Miss Jun, what happened just now? Are you all right… J-Ju-Jun- Jun Shang, why are you here?!”
Muyan has sharp eyes and agile hands, as she quickly stuffs Xiao Bao and the rabbit back into the Space.
The Black and White Protectors also dash in together.
Seeing the scene before their eyes, they are struck dumb.
“Who are you people? How are you able to go into my Ghost Sanctum?”
“Ghost King Liu? How come you’re in here as well?!”
While they talk, their gazes shift around and finally fall on the blood-covered, hole-riddled body of the Ghost Lord on the floor.
The pair rushes towards the Ghost Lord in a sort of flurry, anxiousness painted across their faces, “Ghost Lord? Ghost Lord!! What happened to you?”
But as their hands make contact with the tip of Gu Yue’s nose, they discover that he’s not breathing at all. Then they’re simultaneously frightened and angry, “Who?! Who killed the Ghost Lord?!”
The pair’s eyes are red, ferociously glaring at the people on the scene, like they want to commit murder with their gazes.
All of a sudden, the ice binding up Liu Se shatters with a loud rumble.
She immediately tumbles to the floor, heavily taking in rough gasps.
Muyan and Di Ming Jue’s eyes gather over towards her.
Di Ming Jue raises his brows a bit, apparently not expecting that Liu Se would be able to break free from the ice.
But despite escaping her constraints, she still paid a painful price for it.
Both of her hands actually break from the shoulders, directly falling down to the ground and shattering.
But because she’s frozen all over, there’s not a lot of blood flowing out.
The pain and despair from losing her arms is making her eyes burn red. She viciously glares at Muyan and Di Ming Jue.
“It was them… gu gu… they killed the Ghost Lord… gu gu gu… I… I felt worried for the Ghost Lord, so… so I came in to take a look… gu gu gu… only to see them raise their hands against the Ghost Lord, they… they won’t even let me get away… gu gu gu…”
As she’s shaking uncontrollably, Liu Se is yelling with gritted teeth: “Black… Black and White Protectors, quick-quickly gather everyone of the Ghost Wind Valley, to these… these murderers, kill… kill without amnesty… gu gu gu…”
Hearing that, the Black and White Protectors have their eyes widen so much that the corners are about to split.
They don’t even spare some time to carefully ponder on how Liu Se could appear inside this stone room, snarling as they pounce over to Muyan.
However, Di Ming Jue is standing beside Muyan, and there’s no way he would allow anyone to hurt her.
The Black Reaper and the White Reaper gather their whole bodies’ Internal Force in a single attack, but it seems like they’ve hit an invisible barrier.
With a bang, they are directly bounced back.
The two of them share a glance, bitterness bursting forth on their faces.
Suddenly, the Black Reaper places his fingers at the corners of his mouth, issuing a piercing whistle.
In a split second, the entire stone room echoes with a thunderous rolling, and it unexpectedly begins to rapidly sink down.
Chapter 539: Snivel
Schedule… schedule the wedding?! What the hell?
“Who likes you, who wants to get married with you, Di Ming Jue, stop talking to yourself! What I said was just an analogy… mph–!”
The rest of her voice is once again hushed by a passionate kiss.
As the kiss ends, Muyan ruthlessly beats against the man’s chest with her fist.
It’s only at this moment that she once again hears Xiao Bao calling out for her.
Muyan starts, quickly releasing Xiao Bao and the fat rabbit from the Space.
As soon as she relaxes her control over the Space, Xiao Bao’s form immediately dives into Muyan’s arms.
The sensible child who has always been like a tiny grownup, at this time, he’s wracked with that heart-tearing and lung-splitting cries, sobbing too bitterly to speak.
“Niangqin is bad! Wuu, huu, huu… Niangqin is bad! Bad! Xiao Bao hates niangqin! Wuu, wuu, wuu…”
Though he’s clearly saying that he hates her, his small arms are tightly clinging on to Muyan’s neck, unwilling to let go for even a moment.
When she was at her most desperate just now, her tears didn’t fall. When Di Ming Jue rushed to their rescue as a thousand pounds were hanging by a thread, her tears didn’t fall.
But it is at this moment that the dam bursts.
Muyan tightly enfolds her son’s soft, small form. Her voice is choked with emotion, “Xiao Bao, I’m so sorry, niangqin was no good, I made you worry.”
Xiao Bao’s head is firmly buried at the hollow of her neck, his small body keeps on twitching.
Warm tears flow down, along the skin of her neck, and her whole heart aches from its burn.
Muyan tries to lift her darling son’s face to see if his eyes have swollen from crying.
But Xiao Bao clings to her neck and wouldn’t let go.
It’s the first time that he so stubbornly refuses to cooperate with Muyan’s prompting movements, not listening to Muyan’s words.
Even as Di Ming Jue speaks beside them: “Such a man’s man, how could you snivel so frequently?”
When he provokes Xiao Bao on normal days, the later would obediently come off of Muyan right away.
This time, it’s as if he doesn’t hear it, refusing to raise his head.
Muyan gently lets out a long sigh, the expression on her face is indescribably soft and helpless. Suddenly, she lets out a low groan.
This sound is like a cue.
It makes Xiao Bao, who’s initially refusing to lift his head no matter what, suddenly look up.
He reveals a pair of eyes that are red from crying, as well as a tear-streaked little face.
But Xiao Bao couldn’t care how pitiful he looks, hurriedly asking, “Niangqin, what’s wrong?”
Muyan frowns a bit, and only after gently wiping off the tears on Xiao Bao’s face does she softly say: “The wounds on my body still haven’t healed completely, so there’s some pain. Can Xiao Bao apply the medicine for Niangqin?”
Xiao Bao sniffles with his little nose, and doesn’t say a word.
Although he’s young, he’s very intelligent.
At this point, he already knows that Muyan had let out that groan of pain on purpose.
But as soon as he sees the wounds on his mother’s back, his huge blue eyes immediately fill up with tears again.
He clenches his teeth and nods, trying very hard not to let the tears fall down: “Niangqin is hurt, Xiao Bao will rub the medicine for niangqin.”
Muyan’s heart feels like it’s soaked in a warm honey pot – weak and sore, but sweet all at once.
She takes out a draught, and Xiao Bao immediately receives it. Little by little, he carefully pours it down over the injuries on Muyan’s shoulder and back.
The stinging sensation of the drug going into her wounds is making Muyan frown a little, and she makes a low, muffled groan.
One big and one small, two nervous voices immediately enter her ears, ““Niangqin/Yanyan, what’s wrong? Is it too painful?””
Xiao Bao brings his little head closer, pouts his lips, then he lightly and gently blows air, “Niangqin, don’t feel pain, Xiao Bao will blow it away, the pain will fly away.”
Muyan’s gaze softens, like it’s going to melt.
When Xiao Bao was smaller, he got injured in the forest and Muyan had blown on his wound just like this.
Chapter 538: That was just an analogy
“If you really want to walk together with me, then try to respect me, let me grow stronger by myself, until the day comes that I can stand beside you as an equal. Moreover, don’t build a safe and warm golden cage for me, then call it by the glorified name of ‘protecting me’!”
Di Ming Jue dazedly stares at her for a long time. Finally, he abruptly brings her in for a hug.
The girl in his embrace is covered with cuts and bruises, she’s even giving off a strong smell of blood.
But she still makes him so fascinated, so enamored, so captivated.
Because he loves her so much, Di Ming Jue knows it better than anyone – as the Shen Musician heir, Jun Muyan must experience frequent difficulties, and become stronger little by little. Otherwise, though the world is vast, it will have no place for her.
Because he loves her so much, no matter how scared he is of harm befalling her, how he wants to bind her to his side, protect her, pamper and spoil her – in the end, he can’t just do whatever he pleases.
Like that, the two quietly hold each other, as if they’ve forgotten when and where they are.
Until countless steel whips, covered in vicious killing intent, once again encompass the area while lashing down.
Di Ming Jue’s eyes gleam coldly, his face is as frosty as millennia old ice.
His hand that’s holding Muyan doesn’t even move from its spot.
There’s just the light tap of a finger.
In a split second, the snapping and crackling sounds become pronounced inside the room.
Muyan raises her head in astonishment, only to see that those whip afterimages that beset them have completely frozen midair.
And that ice is still spreading towards Liu Se’s direction.
“Ah–!” Liu Se shrieks, desperately trying to throw the steel whip away.
But in the end, it’s still too late.
The ice seems to have a life of its own, rapidly climbing up to her hand. Then in a short moment, it spreads to her whole body.
Muyan stares dumbstruck at the woman who had just recently forced her into desperate straits.
After a soft tap of a finger from Di Ming Jue, she has turned into an ice sculpture.
Oh, it wouldn’t be entirely right to call it an ice sculpture.
Because although Liu Se’s body is frozen, her head is still exposed.
Alive, teeth clattering, like she wants to open her mouth and say something. However, she can only produce gurgling sounds.
Muyan suddenly feels a little depressed.
Anyone who sees their enemy, whom they fought against with their lives on the line but couldn’t prevail over, get settled by someone else with a casually lifted finger –
They absolutely won’t be happy.
But without waiting for her to speak, the man is already buckling up her chin.
His red-hot kiss then falls on her.
This lecher, scoundrel!
At a time like this, he actually still remembers to take advantage.
Soon however, Muyan discovers that she’s misjudged Di Ming Jue.
That’s because with the descent of his kiss, that Corpse Poison in her Dantian (which feels chilling and scorching at the same time) unexpectedly seems like it’s being pulled by a powerful force, moving it up along her meridians.
Finally, it mingles at the space between her and Di Ming Jue’s lips and teeth, dissipating until there’s nothing left.
She used draughts and Elixirs, none of which could remove the Corpse Poison. But Di Ming Jue resolves it by using a kiss.
That’s just even more depressing!
Who knew that she would hear the man’s deep, low voice say, “Yanyan, what you said just now, does it mean you’re willing to marry Ben Jun?”
Just… what did she just say?
Muyan stares blankly for three seconds, before she remembers her own words from earlier.
–If you really want to walk together with me, then try to respect me, let me grow stronger by myself, until the day comes that I can stand beside you as an equal.
“W-wait, that was just an analogy…”
Before she could finish what she’s saying, she’s interrupted by the man’s overbearing words, “You like Ben Jun, and you want to get married with Ben Jun, that much is clear to me already. Since we are mutually in love, it is time to schedule the wedding.”
Chapter 537: I don’t want to hear it
But the weapon is not really bronze-colored. Rather, it’s pitch-black, and it’s even exuding a cold, dark, and smelly breath.
Liu Se lashes it on the floor, and the steel whip immediately gets longer. Sparks fly up from the ground.
Muyan looks at that floor’s surface, her complexion unsightly.
It’s because the moment it sweeps over the ground, the bluestone pavement inside the room is actually corroded, creating a long, deep channel.
Even the bluestone could corrode, what more if it’s a person?
“Jun Muyan, as an insignificant mortal of the Yanwu Continent, it’s your gargantuan honor to die today on my hands, Liu Se of the Tian Yi Men!”
As soon as her voice falls, the weapon immediately makes popping sounds as it abruptly elongates.
It winds towards Muyan like a venomous snake.
Muyan wants to operate her body’s Internal Force and Spiritual Power to resist, but a shooting pain bursts in her Qi Sea and Dantian.
She clenches her teeth and forcibly activates the Tian Mo Qin.
The sound of the zither spreads out, and a barrier rises up in the air together with the sound.
[Divine Hands that Weave the Heavens] is activated!
The whip hits the shield and bounces away ineffectually. But similarly, Muyan, who had completely used up her Spiritual Power and Internal Force, sways unsteadily. She almost collapses.
Liu Se doesn’t give her any room to breath, as the steel whip comes lashing back again.
This time, the weapon turns into countless afterimages of the whip in the air, like a downpour of torrential rain.
The sound wall of [Divine Hands] is on the verge of collapse under this absolutely unrestrained onslaught, like it would break down at any moment.
Muyan clenches her jaw, there’s no trace of color on her face.
“Tian Mo Qin, can you hear my voice?” she mentally asks.
“Humph!” a cold, disdainful snort replies to her.
Muyan doesn’t pay attention to its attitude, but she asks in a low voice, “If I can’t hold on, take care of Xiao Bao’s life for me.”
“Humph, why should this Sage…”
Before the Tian Mo Qin’s voice could fall, the sound shield built by [Divine Hands] is already collapsing with a loud rumble.
The overwhelming rain of lashes ruthlessly falls towards Muyan.
It’s as if the tip of her nose could already smell the putrid stench of blood and corpses at the tip of the weapon, from being soaked in them over the years.
Muyan closes her eyes in despair.
However, the pain she’s expecting doesn’t arrive.
Her body is suddenly gathered into familiar, wide arms.
Her hands are held firmly as she’s drawn into an embrace. Like an iron clamp, it doesn’t allow her the smallest gap.
But the body pressed against her is slightly shaking, betraying the nervousness and fear of its owner.
Muyan’s lips faintly tremble.
She slowly raises her head, and sure enough, she sees a familiar face.
“Di Ming Jue…” her hoarse voice carries hope, happiness, and even a grievance that she herself hasn’t been aware of.
The man who has arrived is Di Ming Jue, rushing over as a thousand pounds were hanging by a thread.
His eyes are slightly red as he looks over the bruised and battered girl in his arms, interwoven emotions of distress and regret emerge on his indifferent face.
He had actually allowed his girl to suffer such harm.
Even though he briefly returned his consciousness to the Polar Domain in order to verify whether or not someone has discovered Muyan’s identity as a Shen Musician-
Before his hoarse voice could continue talking, it’s stopped by a slender, bloodstained finger pressing against his mouth.
Muyan struggles to get out from his arms. A willful smile spreads askance on her pale, bloodless little face, “Shh, Di Ming Jue, are you going to say you didn’t protect me properly, or something to that effect? I don’t want to hear it.”
“I’m not some weak, little white flower that needs someone to carefully take good care of it just to survive. I have my pride, and I also have my perseverance!”
Chapter 536: Screwing up at the critical moment
“Aaaahh–!!” a shrill and mournful howl resounds through the entire stone room.
Six swords pierce straight into Gu Yue’s body, not stopping there, as they vibrate and burst into an array of flames.
And it’s also precisely because of these luminous raging flames, that the originally unaware and unfeeling Gu Yue lets out a pained, plaintive whine.
Liu Se watches this scene in shock, her face is filled with horror and astonishment.
Muyan waves a hand, and the six swords fly out of Gu Yue’s body, and once again revolve around her.
And Gu Yue, who had just a moment ago been so powerful that he seemed undefeatable, he’s already kneeling down on the floor at this moment, unable to get up anymore.
Muyan’s gaze slowly shifts to Liu Se, lips faintly quirked up: “Ghost King Liu, it’s your turn now.”
Liu Se abruptly comes back to her senses, her eyes look like they’re going to pop out as they rigidly stare at Muyan, “You… you’re a Shen Musician! You really are a Shen Musician!”
It can’t be a mistake!
That zither from earlier was clearly the most precious treasure in the Three Realms, Tian Mo Qin.
Moreover, that powerful sound attack just now, which could even kill Gu Yue, it couldn’t be anything but a Shen Musician skill.
Jun Muyan, it turns out that she’s really a Shen Musician disciple.
The Shen Musicians who… made the Three Realms hunt them to death out of restraining fear, the Shen Musicians that once struck terror in the Three Realms by the mere mention of their name!
Muyan faintly narrows her eyes, but she doesn’t speak.
But in the depths of her heart, she’s already made a decision. She must kill Liu Se here.
She clearly remembers what Baili Yinlou said.
Before she becomes powerful, she simply cannot let anyone know of her identity as a Shen Musician.
Otherwise, she fears that there will be a catastrophic disaster.
However, just as she’s about to urge the seven swords to move, she suddenly feels her Dantian burst with a burning pain.
The meridians in her whole body has become absolutely empty, like all the energy has been completely drained away in just a blink of an eye.
Immediately after that, the seven swords that were originally circling her body suddenly disappear without a trace.
Muyan is struck dumb. She asks in her mind: “What’s going on?”
She hears Tian Mo Qin’s bitter voice in her ears, “What do you think is going on? For your current Spiritual Power to sustain the Seven Sword Spirit and unleash a single wave of attacks, that’s already a miracle. Now that your Spiritual Power is exhausted, the Seven Swords would naturally disappear!”
“Are you kidding me?” Muyan just wants to start cursing, “Now that it’s a matter of life and death, you’re telling me that the Seven Sword Spirit has reached its limit? Setting it up for a long time, did you give such a broken skill?”
The Tian Mo Qin’s voice is even more incensed than hers, “You dare look down on this Sage?!”
Muyan is just about to bicker and argue with him.
Across from her, Liu Se seems like she saw something, and lets out a low laugh: “Your Spiritual Power couldn’t support that powerful move you were using just now?”
“Hahahaha…” from being deep and low, her laughter becomes cackling and unbridled, “This is natural, as one cannot absorb Spiritual Power on the Yanwu Continent, and you simply cannot replenish the Spiritual Power that you’ve consumed. That’s the reason why I too can only abandon Spiritual Power, and turn into cultivating the more powerful Devil’s Path.”
“Shen Musician, I never thought that I could actually be so lucky as to encounter the Shen Musician descendant on the Yanwu Continent. I believe that as long as I can bring your corpse back to the Xiuxian Continent, Master will surely forgive me, and make me turn into the exalted Immortal that I originally was.”
Anticipating this beautiful future, Liu Se’s whole face is covered with an absolutely unrestrained smile.
But with her hideous appearance, her face only looks malevolent and terrifying.
She unhurriedly takes out a steel whip.
If Han Ye was here, he would find that the steel whip in her hands is very similar to Xuan Ji’s.