Chapter 383 - 365: This Is How a Demonic Cultivator Should Act

Chapter 383: Chapter 365: This Is How a Demonic Cultivator Should Act

「Above the Ruins of Anhe City」

That withered hand slowly closed.

To Mr. Youquan, the female cultivator before him was deeply entrenched in the demonic path. However, she hadn’t even broken through to the Core Formation Stage. ’Since she won’t yield to a softer approach,’ he thought, ’I’ll just crush her bones and drag her back for some slow, proper training.’

However, just as the palm was about to touch the corner of Su Ling’er’s robes—

SWISH!

Su Ling’er’s body shot back at an incredibly bizarre angle, instantly slipping out of his grasp!

Hm?

Surprise flickered in the ghost-fire-burning eyes of Mr. Youquan (in his possessed state).

’Did she just... dodge? How could she escape the spiritual pressure I focused solely on her?’

...

Under this terrifying pressure, Su Ling’er’s mind remained clear—clearer than ever, in fact.

But her body was completely immobilized. She couldn’t even move a single pinky finger.

She watched the withered hand blot out all the light.

’Is this the power of a Nascent Soul?’

’So much for giving it my all. In the face of such a massive gap in cultivation stages, it’s nothing but a pathetic joke.’

However, just as the fatal blow was about to land, a familiar sensation that made her very soul tremble suddenly took over her entire body.

VMMMM!

Without any warning, Su Ling’er’s body moved. It was as if an invisible hand had suddenly grabbed her by the scruff of the neck.

The familiar sensation sent her into a daze. It was as if time had reversed, taking her back to a day beneath a blood-red sky.

That was the first time she, a mere Qi Refining cultivator, had faced a great demon of the Core Formation Stage—the Heaven-Devouring Frost Flame Wolf.

Back then, her senior brother had controlled her body, turning her into a blur as he sent her hurtling toward the giant wolf’s fangs. She remembered her fear and helplessness.

At that moment, she couldn’t tell up from down, only the endless feeling of being thrown, tumbling, and falling.

And now, she was being controlled again, facing an unbeatable foe once more.

But this time, she felt no panic at all.

High above Anhe City, SWISH!

Su Ling’er’s upper body twisted at a bizarre angle, evading the force of the grab.

In the past, she would have squeezed her eyes shut and screamed in terror.

But now, Su Ling’er’s eyes remained wide open, calmly staring at the nearby Ghost Nether (Mr. Youquan).

Then, her body, still beyond her control, carved another strange arc through the air, dodging the follow-up attack.

Did it hurt?

With her meridians flowing in reverse and her joints being twisted by force, of course it hurt.

Was she afraid?

Facing the killing intent of a Nascent Soul old monster, of course she was afraid.

But Su Ling’er didn’t even let out a stifled groan.

Her gaze swept over the scene below.

She saw the devastated ruins and the corpses littering the ground. She also saw countless pairs of eyes looking up at her—her parents from the Su Family, who had just escaped death, and the people of Anhe City, who saw her as their only savior.

As the symbol of hope for Anhe City, she could not show any fear. She represented the people’s hope for survival.

The little junior sister of the past, who could only cry and scream while being tossed about, was finally dead and gone, a mere memory.

Standing here now was the Guide of the Guixi Sect—a woman who, even as her limbs were manipulated like a puppet on strings, could still look down upon the Evil Cultivator and hold up the sky for the people behind her.

His attack having missed, Mr. Youquan didn’t rush to pursue her. Instead, he stood with his hands clasped behind his back.

"You slippery little bug. To be able to move so freely under my pressure... I’m growing more and more interested in you."

Meanwhile, in Su Ling’er’s sea of consciousness, a familiar voice spoke up.

[Lin Qingfeng]: "Oh? Quite an improvement, little junior sister. I was just about to turn down the volume."

As her senior brother’s voice appeared in her mind, Su Ling’er’s taut nerves finally relaxed a little.

[Su Ling’er]: "Senior Brother! This old monster is going too far! Look at him!"

Mr. Youquan shook his head, his voice full of regret. "It seems that... sect of yours is some minor, backwater school? To take such an astonishing talent for the demonic path and teach you to be like this... it’s a criminal waste. Little one, a fine bird chooses its branch wisely. Don’t let a third-rate sect like that ruin your future."

[Su Ling’er]: "Senior Brother, look! H-H-He insists I’m a natural-born demon! And he called our sect third-rate! He’s clearly disrespecting you! Senior Brother, you are the one and only Banished Immortal in all of heaven and earth! You’ve long been the moral benchmark and the very definition of righteousness in the Cultivation Realm! This is a complete slander against you!!!"

Lin Qingfeng thoroughly enjoyed Su Ling’er’s combination of tattling and flattery.

’Hmph... My junior sister might be a bit dense most of the time, but every one of those "big truths" she just spouted is spot on. Isn’t our sect the beacon of the righteous path? Didn’t it become so powerful under my leadership? And what’s this about a "third-rate sect"? You have no f*cking idea what sect she’s from, and you just run your mouth calling it third-rate? Looks like you’ve got a death wish!’

However, on the topic of being a natural-born demon, Lin Qingfeng glanced at his junior sister’s swirling black aura and crimson eyes... and paused for a moment of silent contemplation.

[Lin Qingfeng]: "But... little junior sister, let’s be real... with your current look, is there any part of you that *doesn’t* look like an Evil Cultivator? If I didn’t know you so well, even I would think you were some peerless she-devil who just escaped from a demon’s den."

[Lin Qingfeng]: "The dignified Guide of the Guixi Sect, cultivating such a demonic aura... You need to go home and reflect on how, somewhere along the path of cultivation, you turned yourself from a Holy Daughter into a demon queen."

[Su Ling’er]: "???"

’Wait, aren’t we supposed to be fighting the enemy? How did I suddenly become the one getting lectured? And as for how I ended up like this, aren’t you the one who knows best, Senior Brother...?’

[Su Ling’er]: "Waaaah... You’re right to scold me, Senior Brother! But I did all this for the mission! Please, even if I haven’t earned any merit, at least acknowledge my hard work..."

Lin Qingfeng abruptly changed the subject.

[Lin Qingfeng]: "However... seeing as you not only completed the mission this time but also delivered a great gift... I shall grant you a grand opportunity today."

[Su Ling’er]: "Huh? Great gift? Grand opportunity?"

[Lin Qingfeng]: "I grant you... the chance to show off in front of everyone!"

The moment he finished speaking, Su Ling’er felt the threads of Spiritual Power controlling her body tighten sharply!

"Are you ready? It’s showtime!"

In midair, Su Ling’er, wreathed in black mist, suddenly froze.

Her left leg was slightly bent, her right leg stretched out straight in front of her. Her waist was twisted to an extreme angle, and the back of her right hand covered half her face, revealing only a single, red-glowing eye. Her left hand, meanwhile, was pointed forward with flamboyant flair.

The pose was incredibly bizarre, almost inhuman, but framed by the black mist and bloody light, it exuded a strange, demonic beauty and an overwhelming sense of pressure.

It was—a JoJo pose!

Then, under Lin Qingfeng’s control, she extended her index finger and beckoned to the utterly baffled Mr. Youquan across from her, her lips slightly parted.

"You... come over here!"

「Within Ghost Nether’s Body - Sea of Consciousness」

Ghost Nether, who was barely clinging to life deep within his own consciousness, was stunned by the sight.

’She’s insane! That girl is absolutely insane! That’s a mighty expert of the Nascent Soul Stage! That’s Mr. Youquan, who kills without batting an eye!’

’Even at my peak, I wouldn’t have dared to breathe too loudly in Master’s presence. How does this puny Foundation Establishment cultivator dare to provoke him to his face?’

’Master hates being disrespected more than anything! Does this girl have a death wish?’

’He could already envision his Master’s heaven-shaking rage punishing this little Foundation Establishment cultivator, and he braced himself for the suffering his own body would have to endure as a consequence.’

However, one breath passed, then two.

The expected thunderous rage never came.

Instead, a laugh filled with a hint of gratification erupted from Ghost Nether’s mouth. "HAHAHA! Good! Excellent!!"

Mr. Youquan (in his possessed state) clapped his hands and laughed, looking at Su Ling’er with growing satisfaction and fondness.

"This is how we of the demonic path should act!!"

"Flamboyant! Domineering! Looking down on all creation!"

"That fearless, wild spirit, daring to draw your sword even against a Nascent Soul—that is the backbone a Demon Cultivator should have! I’m liking you more and more! Hahaha!"

Ghost Nether: "???"

’Wait... Master?! A-Aren’t your double standards a little too obvious?!’