Chapter 386: Chapter 138: The Grand Ascension Banquet—Finish Business, Leave Immediately!
The seawater was icy cold, piercing to the bone.
In the midst of it, a young female cultivator suddenly discovered that the person beside her pillow was actually a terrifying demon. She was stunned for a few moments before, taking advantage of the demon and Steward Jian’s "dog-eat-dog" squabble, she turned to perform magic and dived to escape.
But Li Xuan’s "embrace" of Steward Jian was swift, almost to the point of an instant kill.
As Steward Jian screamed and transformed into black smoke rising up, Tong Jia hadn’t escaped far.
She looked back, and realizing the battle had ended in an instant, her heart almost stopped beating, overwhelmed by a strong sense of despair.
That demon could resolve a Yin Ghost Realm steward in such a short time, then... how could she possibly escape?
But suddenly, Tong Jia remembered what the demon had said to her before revealing his true form: "I’m sorry."
For a moment, a hopeful delusion lingered in her heart.
What if... what if the demon would truly let her go out of the bond between dao partners?
But soon, hope turned into shame and anger.
Memories turned into a raging fire.
The sect...
The town...
Teachers, clan members...
And distant family...
All bathed in that blazing demon fire, screaming in agony, groaning in pain.
Accompanied by the demon’s sinister laughter.
There’s no escape, don’t beg for mercy, nor hold onto delusions!
A myriad of thoughts flashed through, and the young female cultivator’s eyes turned red. She flicked her fingers to draw her sword, bursting out of the water. With two fingers pointed, her flying sword whistled sharply, parting the waves, and shot swiftly towards Li Xuan!
Li Xuan watched the flying sword, fully aware of his dao partner’s strength.
Since his strength had steadily increased, a Soldier Lord Realm flying sword was no longer able to bear his full power, and such a sword couldn’t hurt him either.
He withdrew the entangling poisonous fire around him, flapping his fleshy wings, creating two massive waves on the sea surface.
The flying sword swept in!
As the two crossed paths, Li Xuan casually caught the flying sword with his left hand, holding it motionless.
He dashed several hundred feet further, reaching down with his right hand, and scooped up the red-eyed female cultivator from the sea.
Tong Jia, once captured, neither struggled nor attempted to escape, only stared at him coldly with hatred in her eyes.
The enmity with demons is irreconcilable, especially since she was played by this demon.
Li Xuan withdrew his fleshy wings, holding Tong Jia as they descended into the water.
Tong Jia continued to look at him indifferently, like a corpse devoid of emotions.
"I’m not a demon," said Li Xuan, offering an explanation.
Tong Jia gazed icily at him, saying nothing.
Li Xuan felt that his words might not be very convincing, so he added, "I’m not a local demon, and the matters of the Conch Thirty-Six Island Country and the Illusion Mountain Sect have nothing to do with me."
Tong Jia replied coldly, "If you want to kill, then kill. Don’t think of playing with me again."
"Play?" Li Xuan responded, "Think carefully. On the first day, who was the initiator, who was fierce like a starving tigress?"
Tong Jia was momentarily stunned, recalling her initiative on that day. Her face flushed before she screamed hysterically, causing the flying sword in Li Xuan’s left hand to hum violently as she fiercely tried to seize it.
Li Xuan finally understood that he might have underestimated the Illusion Mountain Sect cultivators’ hatred for demons.
Nonetheless, he wasn’t in the habit of killing those beside him, so with a thought, he transported them to a deserted island where he often gathered herbs. Then he pressed down his dao partner, loosened her clothing, and simultaneously gradually increased his spiritual power, thereby raising the threshold of happiness.
Cultivators cannot endure such an increase in happiness threshold, as proven well by Senior Sister Feng before.
Li Xuan never considered himself a good person, and at this moment, in order not to kill Tong Jia, he could only use this method to reconcile with her. Though it was equally evil, at the time he had no better method.
Tong Jia only felt the anger and hatred in her mind being overwhelmed by happiness...
Amidst the long grasses of autumn, two pairs of flailing legs were revealed, engaged in close, intense combat.
Gradually, the skirmish resulted in a victory and defeat, the struggle ceasing...
Much later, the two who were supposed to go out and gather Yin Ore lay amidst the weeds.
The moonlight shone on the battlefield, where Tong Jia lay disheveled, an oddly beautiful scene of tragic elegance.
Li Xuan, beside her, softly said, "Jia’Er, I truly am not a demon. Not only am I not a demon, I’m here to kill demons.
I came to Bixiu Island just to find a foothold, to facilitate better demon slaying."
If it were Senior Sister Feng of those days, she would definitely have said, "Stop. I believe you. You must have your reasons for doing this, and I’m really sorry to make you explain to me."
However, Tong Jia remained silent.
The increase in happiness threshold only exacerbates the target’s own "emotions," without altering or distorting the target’s "character."
Senior Sister Feng is a romantic, but Tong Jia is not.
At this moment, she lay on her back, gazing at the starry sky. Her snow-white body bathed in moonlight, looking beautiful, her eyes dreamy, lost in thought.
After a long while, she suddenly moved a finger.
The flying sword sprang from the distant grass like a swift shadow.
But this time, the flying sword didn’t aim at Li Xuan but at herself.
She closed her eyes.
Li Xuan raised his arm, moving his fingers to seize the flying sword.
The flying sword hummed, as Tong Jia’s resolve to die was firm.
Li Xuan said, "You don’t believe me, right? Well... I’ll take you to the Upper Jingyu Country now, and show you."
Tong Jia looked at him doubtfully, with eyes now devoid of indifference, but what was left felt like dead ashes.
Li Xuan snatched her flying sword’s scabbard, sheathing the sword, then tossed her clothes and trousers to her, saying, "Get dressed quickly, I’ll show you."
Tong Jia finally felt a sliver of curiosity grow in her heart, then gritted her teeth, endured the soreness, dressed, and stood up.
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