Chapter 305: Shiyao's Scheme
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Qi Huan was riding high on his momentum. He wanted Li Shiyu to understand that he was formidable too—a real force to be reckoned with!
"What? Does your senior sister really dare to spank me?"
"Of course! There's nothing in this world my senior sister wouldn't dare do! Give her some magical artifacts, and she'd even dare to beat an immortal!"
"Oh my, I wonder what this Shiyu senior sister's name is?"
Though he hadn't taken it seriously at first, Li Shiyu's words piqued his curiosity.
Is she really that formidable?
You've surely heard of her—Shiyu's senior sister is the Fox Demon King's Blood, born with innate allure! She's now the Demon Emperor of the Northern Realm and the Lingxian Hall's First Disciple!
"The one the world calls Ye Yanwang! Ye! Qing! Han!"
Qi Huandu was dumbfounded—not because the name sounded formidable, but because he'd never heard it before…
Was he just that ignorant?
Was there really such a Demon Emperor in the Northern Realm? When did the Northern Realm even get a Demon Emperor?
A fox demon queen with innate seductive charm? Utter nonsense! That fox demon empress, that fox demon queen, had long been sealed away by the united forces of the immortal sects!
Ye Qinghan?
"So, he's powerful?"
"He's incredibly formidable!"
"If Shiyu's master and senior sister agree, can Shiyu be with me then?"
Li Shiyu couldn't help but laugh. Master and senior sister? Agree?
Li Shiyu couldn't even imagine it!
Master, senior sister, consent—she understood each word separately, but strung together like that? Was this even a sentence?
She racked her brain and couldn't fathom how anyone could string those three words together and actually say it as a sentence.
"Sure thing! If my master and senior sister agree, then Shiyu will sleep with you!"
Good grief! Li Shiyu had seen bold people before, but never anyone this audacious!
Fortunately, the two people Li Shiyu mentioned weren't particularly powerful cultivators. Had she instead named the Flower-Seeking Immortal or the Great Fox, she'd likely have been killed on the spot!
After all, though invisible to others, ever since Shiyao left Lingxian Hall, two Immortal Lords’ men had been guarding her around the clock!
Speaking ill of those two? They'd be beyond saving by now…
"Shiyao, do you know who I am?"
"You're not human. Aren't you the Elf King? Do you take Shiyu for a fool?"
"All the lands of the Eastern Realm will be mine someday. And so will you."
"What do you need so much land for? Do you enjoy farming?"
"Heh, you could interpret it that way."
"But Shiyu doesn't like farming. Shiyu just wants to eat her fill and sleep soundly."
Li Shiyu couldn't understand—how could anyone actually enjoy labor, let alone farming?
That's just stupid, isn't it?
She hated moving. She just wanted to be pampered by her master, to be kept as a little useless thing. Hehe~
"You're quite surprising, aren't you?"
Li Shiyu thought to herself, Hmph, the real surprises are yet to come!
"You surprise me too. Shiyuo thought you'd be some handsome, dashing man. Never imagined you'd be so pitiful—skinny as a rail! All because your family has no land and you can't even eat your fill!"
"Why don't you come to Holy Mountain? Shiyu could use a little sidekick. Shiyu doesn't have much pocket money, but I can make sure you eat your fill. Want to come?"
Qi Huan couldn't stop laughing inside. Feed him?
"Are you serious? Are you pitying me?"
"Hmph~ Can't even afford food, yet you still care about saving face!"
"Heh. If you knew my identity, you'd realize just how laughable that remark is."
"Is that so?"
While Li Shiyao seemed to be engaged in romantic banter, the capable SSR-tier outer sect disciple Chu Youwei had already found herself in a deadly predicament.
"Save me…"
Chu Youwei stared at the man clinging to life beneath the withered tree, yet her eyes held not a shred of pity.
"There's no saving you. Sorry."
The scythe sliced effortlessly through flesh. Compared to being killed by poisonous mist or ferocious beasts, this death was a form of release.
Chu Youwei knew full well that the man was beyond saving.
She had neither the time, nor the energy, nor the means to carry a corpse out of here.
If she took it with her, she would likely die here too.
The Dead Land—a place of death itself, or a burial ground. Only those who came knew how perilous it was.
Gazing at the forest that should have been teeming with life, now utterly lifeless, Chu Youwei understood that the scene before her was likely only the beginning.
Such deathlands would multiply until they covered the earth, wiping out all life.
All living creatures would be wiped out, even plants unable to grow. Only then would the true apocalypse arrive.
In truth, what Su Cheng and she were doing held no real meaning. Deadlands would always appear silently, impossible to eradicate or eliminate completely.
Such actions merely delayed death. In the chess game with the Grim Reaper, they fought desperately to escape, pursued relentlessly, yet clung to that last thread of life.
Only by slaying the demon that unleashed this calamity could the disaster be truly ended.
The scythe danced at her side, her steps fluid as a dancer's. The battlefield was her stage, where she could freely perform her bloody dance.
Radiant and effortless, her form flickered like a ghostly apparition, elusive and unpredictable. The Death-Rotten Scythe in her hand reaped the lives of beasts with effortless ease.
But combat will and skill had their limits. When the scythe struck the hunter's body, a crisp metallic clang echoed…
Chu Youwei knew trouble was brewing.
A single claw strike sent Chu Youwei flying dozens of meters back. Gritting her teeth, she cursed her own current weakness!
"Damn it! If it weren't for this old lady only having Golden Core cultivation now, I'd slice through scum like you one by one!"
"I hope the treasure Master gave me has something that can handle this bastard…"
Tapping the jade pendant at her waist, she summoned it according to the method her master had dictated…
"Wow~ Did Master actually hide all these treasures from Yuwei?"
"If that's the case…"
"No wonder Master felt confident sending me alone. Just as he said, as long as I don't overreach myself, handling one or two hunters should be manageable!"
Truthfully, Su Cheng had only recently realized this. If he hadn't cultivated enough to activate the treasures initially, that could be explained. But even after reaching Foundation Establishment, he still couldn't wield them like Ye Qinghan did. Wasn't that a bit odd?
After repeated experiments, Su Cheng finally realized that whether it was magical artifacts or cultivation power, any force beyond authority seemed bound by certain rules.
It was as if this body had some kind of cap imposed upon it, one that could only be gradually unlocked as the timeline progressed.
But as expected, the system offered no answers.
Yet these very artifacts and cultivation techniques became devastating weapons in the hands of direct disciples. Ye Qinghan had annihilated the Pingyun Sect using nothing more than the Demon-Suppressing Stele.
Similarly, Chu Youwei grasped this truth in an instant. The same artifact wielded by her was incomparable to its power in her master's hands—as if they were two entirely different artifacts!
But because she hadn't created distance, the shockwave from that strike sent her flying, crashing heavily to the ground…
"Ouch… That really hurt…"
Chu Youwei stared at the ten-centimeter gash on her waist and sighed silently. Her master never mentioned this artifact was this formidable…
If it were in his hands, would he even need to hold back when fighting monsters?
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