Chapter 384: Chapter 190: You Finish Singing, I Take the Stage
Su Wanyun had no time to think. Her Nine Nether Ghost Claw transformed into ten sharp blades, slashing toward Zhao Rui.
After unleashing the attack, she turned and bolted without a second glance.
She wished she could sprout wings and fly, anything but rely on her legs.
’This man is terrifying.’
The Illusory Sound from before had nearly cast her into Avici Hell to suffer the endless torment of debauchery and depravity.
"Where do you think you’re going?"
Zhao Rui formed a series of Hand Formulas. The sky suddenly dimmed as a fine, drizzling rain began to fall. A gentle breeze rose, refreshing the soul, making it feel like a pleasant outing with friends and family on an early spring day.
Su Wanyun was horrified. She moved even faster, her body leaving a trail of afterimages.
But no matter how she twisted, turned, or dashed about, the rain clung to her like maggots on a bone, shadowing her every move.
"Do you really think you can escape?"
Amidst the wind and rain, Zhao Rui’s voice, as if from a dream, exploded in her ears.
It startled her so much that her True Qi faltered, and she nearly stumbled to the ground.
Only then did she truly understand the utter despair of being toyed with.
"I worked so hard to reach the Dharma Realm! I won’t accept this! Six Desires Demon Venerable, grant me your command..."
Su Wanyun was a woman of firm will. How could a dignified master of the Dharma Realm possibly surrender without a fight?
As she called out, a dark light surged from above her head. It was as if countless Demons were descending upon the world, their hideous and terrifying faces emerging, roaring and clawing at their surroundings.
"You forced my hand! Even if I become a demon, I’ll make sure you don’t get off easy!"
Su Wanyun’s aura flared as she prepared to fight Zhao Rui to the death, shouting at him with all her might.
But her voice, for all its ferocity, betrayed her inner fear.
Becoming a demon and cultivating a Demon Skill were two entirely different things.
Becoming a demon meant having one’s mind truly eroded by a Demon, turning into an inhuman monster, either controlled by it or losing all sanity.
Even the great Demons of the Demon Sect, with their world-shaking power, would not dare to give up their resistance and willingly become demons.
"What kind of demon? You dare call yourself a demon in my Domain?"
Zhao Rui snorted coldly. His Spring Rain Domain opened fully, and Nine Nether Profound True Water fell with the raindrops. The Extreme Cold and Yin True Intent instantly dripped onto the cloud mass above Su Wanyun’s head.
SIZZLE! HISS!
The bared-fanged, claw-brandishing Demons shrieked as if splattered by hot oil, shrinking back into the cloud mass.
In the blink of an eye, the entire black cloud vanished, ceasing to exist.
Without the black cloud’s cover, the Nine Nether Profound True Water rained down upon Su Wanyun’s body without restraint.
"Ah!"
Her Divine Soul felt an extreme pain, as if being gnawed on by ten thousand ghouls.
She couldn’t help but let out a wretched cry, curling up on the ground and trembling uncontrollably.
"Senior, spare me! Senior, spare me!"
Seeing that she had been subdued, Zhao Rui waved his hand and retracted the Spring Rain Domain.
He then turned around and casually strolled back the way he came.
He paid Su Wanyun no mind at all.
Freed from the corrosion of the Nine Nether Profound True Water, Su Wanyun finally breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly propped herself up with her hands and gasped for air.
After resting for a moment, she finally stood up.
Her eyes flickered for a few breaths. She carefully straightened her clothes and obediently followed in the direction Zhao Rui had left.
In the dense forest, He Wenhua and the other two waited anxiously, not daring to move a single step from their spot.
They were afraid that Zhao Rui would return and not be able to find them.
But they also worried that Zhao Rui might have suffered an unexpected defeat and that it would be Su Wanyun who returned.
If that happened, they would truly be lambs to the slaughter, their fates no longer in their own hands.
"If the worst comes to pass, Senior Brother He," Zhou Moshu said grimly, "for the sake of our shared lineage in the Martial Arts world, please give the two of us a quick end."
He Wenhua nodded solemnly.
"He’s... he’s back!"
Just then, Cao Yingcai pointed delightedly toward the front of the forest, where a figure was slowly approaching.
By the looks of him, it was Zhao Rui!
"Senior, what about that Witch?"
Zhou Moshu asked hurriedly, afraid that Su Wanyun had gotten away scot-free.
Zhao Rui glanced at her but said nothing.
Puzzled, the three of them saw a graceful woman obediently following behind Zhao Rui.
Who else could it be but Su Wanyun?
"Why, my dear Junior Sister, we’ve only been apart for a moment. Did you miss me that much?"
Su Wanyun shot a seductive glance at Zhou Moshu, her taunt unmistakable.
The three of them were all horrified.
This...
"I have no time to meddle in your past grievances," Zhao Rui said indifferently. "We have only one goal on this journey: to return to the Great Song."
"Yes, Senior!"
He Wenhua and the other two bowed in unison.
They were the weakest and had no right to resist.
"Senior, you must be tired from your journey. This humble girl knows some restorative techniques. Allow me to massage your shoulders."
Seeing Zhao Rui sit down to one side, Su Wanyun let out a charming laugh, walked behind him, and placed a pair of slender, fair hands gently on his shoulders.
"Senior, you mustn’t!"
Letting the Witch stand behind him so unguarded was far too risky. Zhou Moshu was alarmed, worried that Su Wanyun would suddenly attack, and cried out in warning.
"Senior’s Divine Skill is unparalleled. This humble girl has already been completely won over and is willing to be at your command."
"This is none of your business!"
Su Wanyun glared at Zhou Moshu and slowly began to knead Zhao Rui’s shoulders.
"I... I know how to massage, too!"
Zhou Moshu’s eyes sharpened. Her breathing hitched for a moment, and then she too hurried to Zhao Rui’s side, took one of his arms, and began to gently knead it.
Su Wanyun hadn’t expected the ever-proud Zhou Moshu to act this way.
She couldn’t help but let out a charming laugh. ’So she’s a slut after all!’
"Slap yourself."
Zhao Rui snorted coldly.
Su Wanyun’s face instantly turned pale, and she hurriedly slapped herself across the face.
