Seeing the two of them actually leave, the buzzing in Wangquan Sheng’s head—caused by Wen Li’s sudden outburst—finally subsided. He snapped out of it and realized something from her words. That’s not right. Even a Late-Stage Golden Core cultivator is dead. I’m just an Early-Stage Foundation Establishment cultivator; why am I seeking death? Where did I get this confidence?
The old man in the bone ring had never once shown his true form since waking up. He relied entirely on his mouth to trick people.
He wasn't going to do it anymore either.
Wangquan Sheng turned to leave with crisp movements. The black fleeceball on his shoulder almost fell off and quickly grabbed onto his clothes.
“Hey, hey, hey! Where are you going? Were you really intimidated by that female cultivator? She doesn't have me backing her up, but you do! This Moon Soul Arrow is a rare High Grade magical artifact, and it can even be upgraded later. Do you truly have the heart to give it up?” The old man in the bone ring never imagined that not only would he fail to get Wen Li to cooperate, but Wangquan Sheng would also be persuaded to quit by her words.
How could that girl’s mouth be so good at tricking people? It was truly aggravating.
Wangquan Sheng walked out with a cold face, avoiding the pond. “From the moment you woke up until now, apart from healing my injuries and allowing me to continue cultivating, you haven’t contributed anything else. Meanwhile, not only do I have to find a suitable Nascent Soul body for you, but I also have to risk my life and the danger of being discovered by your enemies. You want me to risk everything for the Moon Soul Arrow based on a single sentence, claiming it’s for my own good. How can I believe you?”
The old man in the bone ring was stunned. If that girl hadn't only been at the Foundation Establishment Great Perfection realm—making it impossible for her to detect his existence—he would have seriously suspected her words were intentionally meant to drive a wedge between him and the boy. Since she couldn’t have seen him, he figured it must be a coincidence.
To keep Wangquan Sheng from leaving, he sighed. “I didn’t lie to you. This Moon Soul Arrow truly has immense benefits for you and is useless to me. Only when you become stronger can I possess a body and recover faster. Isn't it just that you feel I haven't given you enough of a sense of security?”
“Don't say it so disgustingly. What ‘sense of security’? I only like women. I want you to give me more life-saving items, or I’m truly leaving.”
Wangquan Sheng’s forehead throbbed as he recalled Wen Li pointing at Ouyang Ao’s corpse and telling him to smell it. He immediately corrected the old man. The Moon Soul Arrow was indeed tempting, but one had to be alive to take it.
“What do you take this old man for? I also only like female cultivators! You brat, don't think too highly of yourself.” The old man in the bone ring was irritable. “Fine, fine. I’ll give you a sliver of my cultivation now. Use it sparingly.”
Wangquan Sheng’s eyes flashed, and he stopped in his tracks. He knew the old man had an ace up his sleeve.
He found a secluded and safe spot, set up a boundary, and sat down cross-legged to accept the power the old man was channeling. He entered a state of meditative seclusion.
He didn't notice a certain black fleeceball digging a hole right then and sneaking out.
...
“Master, why are we back here again?”
Wen Li had brought Zongzheng Huangyue back to the city gates.
“The top of these city walls is the illusion of the Ghost Gate where many cultivators fell back then. The skeletons outside are all of them. Although you cannot control ghosts and remains yet, these walls contain a trace of Yin energy that is even denser than the wild tombs you stayed in recently. Absorbing it will aid your cultivation.”
The two of them walked up the city wall. The scenes of those cultivators’ final moments reappeared. Wen Li walked straight toward a cultivator who had an arrow shot through his mouth, not stopping even as they were about to collide.
“Master!” Zongzheng Huangyue couldn't help but call out in worry.
But Wen Li didn't stop. At the moment she made contact with the cultivator, she actually passed straight through his body. “These are all just lingering shadows. There’s no need to worry. Sit down and absorb the energy; I’ll protect you.”
Zongzheng Huangyue nodded. “Alright.”
She found a spot, sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and began to cultivate with her hands forming seals. The spiritual energy around her swirled into a vortex, gradually shrouding her in a ghostly blue halo. A faint, glowing emerald-green light emanated from her body, and her flesh and blood became indistinct beneath her black-and-red robes.
She gradually transformed into a white skeleton.
A sliver of glowing emerald Yin energy actually grew out of the phantom cultivators on the city wall and surged toward her. String after string, they were controlled by Zongzheng Huangyue like so many marionettes.
More and more gathered until nearly ten thousand streams of pale green drifting Yin energy converged.
Wen Li waved her hand, and a barrier immediately landed around Zongzheng Huangyue.
She then walked to the entrance of the city wall and looked down.
She saw a black, fuzzy fleeceball working hard to climb the steps, hopping up one by one. Noticing her gaze, the fleeceball instinctively wanted to hiss to scare her.
But then it suddenly remembered something. Its eyes, surrounded by a ring of snow-white fur, blinked. It actually walked up honestly, its short legs shuffling in front of Wen Li. It raised a paw and poked at Wen Li’s foot.
Wen Li crouched down. “What, you want to fart on me again?”
The fleeceball’s eyes widened, and it shook its head frantically to show it had no such intention.
Seeing that it couldn't speak, Wen Li simply asked, “Are you here to make peace or to pick a fight?”
After saying that, she extended her left hand. “This is for friendship.”
Then her right. “This is for picking a fight.”
[Host, you’re treating the villain like a dog. It just can’t talk, it’s not stupid. If you humiliate it like this, it would be a miracle if it paid any attention to you,] the system said, facepalming.
To its surprise, the fleeceball hesitated for a second before actually placing its fuzzy paw on Wen Li’s left hand.
[Forget I said anything. Have fun, I'm leaving,] the system said as it awkwardly fled.
It was normal for Hua Cishu to be unable to speak after being beaten back into his minor demon form by heavy injuries, especially since he had no cultivation left.
Wen Li nodded. “Then what’s your relationship with Wangquan Sheng? Are you friends or a pet?”
She continued to offer her hands for the fleeceball to choose. The fleeceball didn't move. Wen Li furrowed her brows and continued, “Is it a temporary cooperation, or is he the slave and you the master?”
This time, the fleeceball moved. It actually chose the right hand: “He is the slave and you are the master.” In other words, it didn't think of itself as a pet kept by Wangquan Sheng, but rather that it had chosen Wangquan Sheng as its servant.
Wen Li: “...” You’ve been caught to dig dog holes, and you’re still “Master”? Master my ass.
This thing had a massive error in its self-positioning.
It couldn't even be called a slight discrepancy!
She pulled a bunch of pastries from her storage bag, opened them, and held them out to the fleeceball.
“You—”
She was about to speak when a black shadow flashed. Looking again, even the oil paper wrapping the pastries had been swallowed along with the pastries in one bite!
Munch, munch... The fleeceball’s cheeks puffed out on both sides. Its sharp teeth pressed down on the pastries as it chewed with a face full of relaxed enjoyment.
“Hey! You can’t eat the oil paper! It’ll ruin your stomach.” Wen Li immediately reached out to pry its jaw open, one hand digging into its mouth.
The fleeceball understood her words, but it really didn't like her being so crude with it. It bared its teeth and was about to bite her hand hard.
However, Wen Li withdrew her hand and dodged.
Clack!
The fleeceball’s teeth slammed shut with force. Instantly, the pain made its fur stand on end. “Awoo!!!”
It jumped around everywhere.
Wen Li calmly tossed away the oil paper she had pulled out and clapped her hands. She couldn't be bothered to mess with the little thing anymore and reached out to grab the two sharp, red little horns on top of its head.
“Hiss!!!”
The fleeceball immediately hissed at her in a defensive posture again.
Wen Li was quick of eye and hand, stuffing something right into its mouth.
“Hiss! Mmph?”
The fleeceball froze. This was...
What was this? He felt a warm power healing the wounds on his body.
Wen Li set it on the ground, her hands forming seals as she silently recited an incantation. She once again took out a dark red demon heart, larger than before, and held it above the fleeceball. Her right hand brushed over the heart.
Instantly, a ghostly black light radiated out, directly shrouding the fleeceball’s body.
The fleeceball’s pupils trembled. This was... a Demon General’s heart!
The Demon Race hierarchy consisted of one Demon Emperor, twelve Demon Monarchs, thirty-six Demon Marshals, and one hundred and eight Demon Generals. A Demon General’s cultivation level had to be at least Late-Stage Nascent Soul. Why did a Foundation Establishment cultivator like her have a Demon General’s heart?
If she dared to kill a Demon General and take its heart, it was an immense insult to the Demon Race. Wasn't she afraid of being hunted down by the entire race?
In the next instant, the fleeceball felt its entire body being enveloped by an extremely powerful aura—the aura of that Demon General. His demonic meridians were actually absorbing the massive amount of demonic energy hidden within the Demon General’s heart.
Was she... helping him recover?
...
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