Chapter 43: Demon Girl
The young girl gritted her silver teeth and spoke outrageously.
“You are about to face a bloody disaster. If you do as I say, I will help you.”
Ye Changsheng stopped and looked closely at the other person. A strange feeling arose in his heart.
Interesting.
This wasn’t because her words or abnormal attitude were amusing…
Rather, it was a strong interest in her body.
After all, Ye Changsheng had become rather indifferent to women after being forced into Cultivation Together day and night in his first year at Wuhua Palace.
But the girl before him stirred an unprecedented curiosity in Ye Changsheng.
“Miss, what do you need me to do?” Ye Changsheng asked.
“Start from here, go ten kilometers east, follow the river, and enter the mountains. You will see a green spring. Please get some Spirit Spring Water for me from there.”
The young girl stated her request.
“The round trip will take about an hour. I hope you can be quick.”
Ye Changsheng glanced behind her and saw a long bloody trail.
Due to her injury, she couldn’t fly with an object. She probably wanted to crawl to the spring to heal, right?
But her strength wouldn’t allow it.
“Alright,” Ye Changsheng agreed and left.
He quickly obtained the Spirit Spring Water and returned to where the young girl was.
Ye Changsheng didn’t appear immediately but hid and began to observe.
By observing the girl’s body, taking in every detail and analyzing it carefully, he could find any abnormalities.
“Mmm… it hurts so much…” the girl groaned, her face contorted in pain.
“It seems she has no companions. In such a dangerous situation, she hasn’t called out anyone’s name,” Ye Changsheng mused.
He now realized that the girl’s figure was as proud as her attitude.
If she were the same age as her appearance, she exhibited a maturity beyond her years.
Her curves were alluring, and her chest was full.
This body was a formidable weapon for any man, likely irresistible to many.
“This is the strange part. Why didn’t she use this weapon on me at all?” Ye Changsheng narrowed his eyes.
In Wuhua Palace, Ye Changsheng had learned one thing.
Beauty was a weapon exclusive to women.
It was convenient for lowering others’ guard or for negotiations.
But from the beginning, the injured girl hadn’t shown weakness to Ye Changsheng or acted in a way that would evoke a man’s protective instincts.
This indicated that her family background and status were exceptional from the start, so exceptional that she didn’t need to use her beauty as a weapon.
“To reach the Foundation Establishment Realm at this age already requires considerable talent, skill, and backing.”
The blue robes the girl wore and her accessories were ordinary. Especially her weapon, it was only Mortal Grade, indicating poverty.
The wounds on her long, slender legs were likely from a fight with someone, hence the need for Spirit Spring Water to heal.
“I’ve mostly figured it out. Her family probably suffered a calamity, and she fled here, encountered an enemy attack, and was injured in a fight,” Ye Changsheng concluded.
But if that were all, it wouldn’t explain his interest in this girl.
It must be something else. If he observed carefully, he would surely find it.
As Ye Changsheng searched for anomalies on the girl, she let out another tearful groan.
“Ugh!
Why hasn’t he returned yet? It’s almost been an hour.
Maybe I should clean my wound first…”
The girl shifted, removed the blood-soaked white stockings clinging to her thigh, scooped water from the small river with her smooth, jade-like hands, and washed the filth from her wound.
The opportunity has come.
Ye Changsheng mentally recited the incantation and activated his divine ability.
Gale Art.
A sudden gust of wind arose out of nowhere, almost blowing the injured girl into the water, startling her.
Her white stockings flew up, lifted by the wind, and landed in Ye Changsheng’s hand.
Ye Changsheng touched the still-damp bloodstain on them. Extreme cold and soreness spread across his skin, astonishing him.
This was Cold Poison, not a concocted poison, but an innate blood toxin. It could only be possessed by a high-ranking Demon Race bloodline, similar to the Ferocious Beast Scarlet Wast.
“Unbelievable,” Ye Changsheng shifted his gaze back to the girl.
So she wasn’t human, but a rare Demon Race able to transform into human form.
That was why he was so intrigued.
…
“Miss, I’ve brought it back.”
Ye Changsheng handed over the kettle containing the Spirit Spring Water.
“Thank you.”
The girl took it and confirmed it was what she wanted.
“Drink a sip first.”
“Me?” Ye Changsheng pointed to himself.
“I’m worried you might have tampered with it,” the girl cast a suspicious glance at him.
Paranoia, she must indeed be on the run from something.
“Fine.”
Ye Changsheng did as she asked and drank the Spirit Spring Water, which finally dispelled her suspicions.
She used the clear Spirit Spring Water to rinse the wound on her thigh. The green liquid flowed down from her upper thigh along her alluring curves, dripping from her jade-like toes onto the ground.
Although unintentional, the act was potent.
The True Qi in the wound stabilized. She immediately sat in meditation, circulating her own True Qi within her body to expel the invading True Qi.
Ye Changsheng had never seen this Cultivation Technique before; it didn’t seem to be from the Demonic Path.
After the last Cycle, the girl was no longer in danger, with only minor flesh wounds remaining.
The girl exhaled a breath of turbid air and slowly opened her eyes.
Ye Changsheng saw that her eyes were inhumanly blue.
After a few moments, they returned to their normal black color.
“What’s your name?” the girl asked, tidying her appearance and standing up.
“My name is Ye Changsheng, I am 18 years old, unmarried, and I live at…”
“Stop, stop, stop. I’m not interested in knowing all that. Just knowing your name is enough.”
Ye Changsheng felt a bit dejected. All the persona he had painstakingly memorized had no chance to be used.
“And you, Miss?”
“…Zhong Yanhan.”
“Miss Zhong, hello.”
“Young Master Ye, where are you going?”
“I want to go to Lubèi.”
To get to Qingping City, one had to pass through Lubèi. Ye Changsheng wanted to stay there for a day or two.
“As expected. Let me take you. I am a Cult and can fly with an object.”
“No need, Miss Zhong. I can go by myself…”
Zhong Yanhan ignored Ye Changsheng, threw out her flying Sword, used the Flying with [object] technique, and leaped onto it.
Then, she forcibly pulled Ye Changsheng up, and they flew into the sky, leaving him no chance to get down.
“Miss Zhong, I can go by myself,” Ye Changsheng said with a hint of helplessness.
“You are also a cultivator, aren’t you?” Zhong Yanhan said out of the blue.
“Yes, I just broke through to the first level of the Qi Refining Realm a few days ago. I’ve just stepped onto the path of cultivation.”
“To get to Lubèi, you must pass through Black Stone Mountain. There is no other way,” Zhong Yanhan stated. “There are bandits in Black Stone Mountain, and their leader has the strength of the third level of the Qi Refining Realm. With your strength, if you go alone, you will surely die.”
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