Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 214 - 151: There Aren’t Many Normal People in This Sect

Chapter 214: Chapter 151: There Aren’t Many Normal People in This Sect

Swoosh—

His left arm drew a beautiful arc in midair.

Landing.

Bending his knees, he directly leaned back to sit down, and despite there being no actual support beneath him, the beautiful woman seemed as if she were sitting on an invisible chair.

Cradling the lute, her fingers rhythmically danced upon the strings, each plucking of the strings appearing as if invisible weapons were being hurled forth.

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes forceful.

Each cow intestine string was plucked at different timings, each as if a variety of weapons were assaulting him head-on; the varying intensity of each pluck felt like different people wielding weapons to strike at his own body.

Knives, swords, spears, axes...

Men, beasts, birds, souls...

In just a few breaths, Wu Mingsheng felt as if he stood on a battlefield, facing an onslaught of thousands of troops.

Crack!

Blood light danced in the air, a sudden cut appeared on his back with no warning.

That was the sonic wave from the music leaving a gash on the man’s back. Even hobbling, Wu Mingsheng was desperately fleeing for his life. In front of this woman, he found himself utterly devoid of any thought of resistance.

A battle without suspense.

Let alone Wu Mingsheng, who had been nearly crippled, even Wu Mingsheng at his peak would at most fight with severe injuries to try and keep his life.

In an instant, the positions of cat and mouse were completely reversed.

The youth was supported and sat by a distant boulder, gasping for breath, hands trembling from pain, then he said with a slight tremor, "Yue Yue, maybe... just stick that Gu Worm back into my mouth."

"No way!"

An outright refusal.

Seeing Jiang Feng’s grimacing face, she knew the reason.

It hurts.

Originally, Xu Huoyao could numb the body and heal physical injuries in exchange for essence blood. Just now Jiang Feng managed to remain conscious and stand up despite his injuries because he relied on the Gu Worm.

Now with the worm spat out of his body, and many larvae as well, the previously healed wounds began to tear open once again, especially after the mother worm was expelled, causing someone excruciating pain that made him feel like dying or becoming an immortal.

To put it more colloquially,

You were supposed to undergo surgery to suture wounds, set bones, and recover internal organs, but midway... the anesthesia ran out.

Right now, Mr. Jiang didn’t have many intact bones left in his body, and with three gaping wounds on his back as well as internal injuries, the pain made him spasm, wishing Cen Yueyue could knock him out right there and then.

"You, I, I know you’re in pain, but... but Xu Huoyao will affect your future cultivation, good baby~ not hurting anymore~"

Seeing Jiang Feng’s agonized expressions, Miss Cen panicked and unexpectedly adopted the tone she used at home to cajole children.

This indeed made Jiang Feng, who was on the verge of fainting from pain, burst into laughter, but a laugh or two later, he tugged at his wounds and his expression instantly changed.

"Madam, don’t you have some kind of painkiller or something."

"I don’t..."

Snap!

A bag wrapped in oil paper was thrown right in front of him.

It was thrown over by Yu Ying.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he suddenly realized, isn’t this the damn prescription I wrote for her?

Indeed, what he had prescribed for Yu Ying was painkiller—it was something the other party mentioned as a symptomatic treatment, not a cure, but at least it could delay things.

And the beautiful woman’s fingers were still leisurely plucking the strings, the melody was elegant and flowing, with the army created by the music coming from all directions to envelop the hilltop layer by layer.

Wu Mingsheng at this moment was as helpless as a wild beast trapped in a cage, no matter where he rushed, he would be relentlessly stabbed back.

The broken parts on his body were increasing, the injuries getting more severe, and in many places the stark white bones could be seen, even swinging those bones around in a desperate fight.

This scene made Jiang Feng quite emotional.

No wonder his elder sister once said that the greatest watershed on the path of cultivation is the transformation from Core Formation to Nascent Soul.

The former are merely called cultivators, while the latter are directly referred to as Immortals, and if one’s reputation spreads far enough, they could even refer to themselves as Immortal or Fairy.

No wonder when he first met Cen Yueyue, Yu Ying was so injured her soul couldn’t even stand steadily, yet she could still claim that killing a few at the Core Formation Stage was hardly more difficult than slaughtering chickens.

Even if invisible to the naked eye, the two people watching the battle from afar could still sense that terrible rhythms were wildly stirring across the mountain.

Wu Mingsheng was still struggling fiercely, still demonstrating such formidable strength at the brink of life and death, but it was also because Yu Ying was not increasing her strength to take him down in one fell swoop.

She was intentionally reducing the killing intent and the frequency of her music, always maintaining the "water temperature."

Yes, she was savoring the pleasure of life slipping away in her hands.

She could kill him with one blow if she wished, but what she liked most was the feeling of cutting flesh with a dull knife.

Giving the opponent a glimmer of weak hope, letting him think there was always a chance to break through the encirclement, but every time she would just toughen up that little bit more, watching Wu Mingsheng struggling, confused, and angry in the melody she wove, Yu Ying lightly caressed the strings.

Her mouth revealed a terrifyingly captivating smile; she even took the opportunity to attach her Divine Sense to someone else, appreciating their inner fear while relishing the pleasure of beasts battling.

That was not her symbolic fake smile, but one of genuine pleasure from the bottom of her heart.

"What a madly twisted woman."

He muttered softly.

Although Cen Yueyue looked a bit disheveled, she wasn’t really hurt much, just drained of Spiritual Energy and feeling a bit weak, then she leaned close and whispered into the young man’s ear.

Only the softness that belonged to a young girl was transmitted from her shoulder, an elastic touch that inevitably made one’s thoughts wander, but after experiencing life and death, she herself didn’t care about these.

"Hey, I’ve seen people from Purple Cloud Palace before, how come, except for Liu Jianxian, there are hardly any normal people?"

"Why don’t you just not go to the sect, come home with me instead? I always feel like you’ll sooner or later be led astray if you go to Purple Cloud Palace..."

Her eyes fluttering, even now she was still thinking about poaching, before Jiang Feng could say anything, only to hear the beautiful woman leisurely speak while floating in the air.

"Unexpectedly, the Southern Border’s Little Saintess has swung her hoe even to the corner of Purple Cloud Palace’s walls. I wonder what expression Chief Cen would have upon learning of this."

"Humph, a phoenix chooses the tree on which to rest. Since your Purple Cloud Palace can’t protect him, what’s wrong with me taking him away? Look at him, all like this, isn’t it thanks to you!"

"One can eat carelessly, but not speak carelessly. Brother Jiang is a named disciple of Liu Jian, the former Peak Master of Purple Cloud Palace and of the same lineage as Master Liu. Our sect will naturally regard him as..."

"You think I can’t tell you’re using Jiang Feng as bait on purpose! Could it really be that you do not know someone is following him, wanting to make a move on his life?"

Zzzt—

A mist of blood flew up in the distance.

Her control of strength was not quite right, and she accidentally plucked off Wu Mingsheng’s head.

Yu Ying wore a smile, but it was a smile that revealed a bit of hypocrisy. She said nothing and, in a flash, disappeared out of sight.

Just a few breaths later, she reappeared in front of them, still holding a Nascent Soul in her hands that was no bigger than a palm...

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