Chapter 385 - 367: The Fish Is Hooked

Chapter 385: Chapter 367: The Fish Is Hooked

"AOOOOW—!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream exploded in the depths of his consciousness!

Ghost Nether’s soul, already suppressed, was now in such agony it nearly dissipated. It was a pain no man could bear, the sorrow of shattered balls!

’Master... it hurts... it hurts so much!!’

’Why... Why didn’t you dodge?!’

But Mr. Youquan’s voice remained indifferent. "Dodge? Why should I? This is just the girl’s warm greeting to you, her senior brother. How could I, as your master, refuse it?"

"My disciple, you’re still too attached to the body’s suffering. Why not... completely open your mind and offer this body to me entirely?"

"As long as you give up your resistance, you’ll never have to feel this kind of pain again."

Listening to this demonic whisper and watching the female cultivator relentlessly attacking his body, Ghost Nether felt utter despair.

’She’s trying to beat me to death!’

’No... I can’t let go! If I do, I’ll truly be nothing more than nourishment for my master, without even the chance to reincarnate!’

Facing this devastating blow, Ghost Nether desperately clung to the last shred of clarity in his mind, forcing himself to endure the excruciating pain.

...

Outside the ring, it was dead silent.

Mr. Youquan glanced down at the fist that had ruthlessly smashed into his groin, then looked up at the expressionless female cultivator opposite him.

Though all the pain from the injury had been transferred to a certain unlucky disciple, it also made Mr. Youquan feel an unprecedented admiration for Su Ling’er!

"Excellent! A fine move... the Descendants’ Extinction Fist!"

Mr. Youquan clapped his hands and laughed. "Insidious enough! Vicious enough! Ruthless enough!"

As for the excruciating pain in his body?

His unfilial disciple was taking care of that for him.

Then Mr. Youquan nodded. "Attack where the enemy must defend, use any means necessary! Don’t be constrained by forms, seek only victory! This is the true style of the demonic path! Girl, with a Dao heart like yours, you’re the successor I’ve always dreamed of..."

...

Hearing this unhinged praise, Su Ling’er was having a complete breakdown on the inside.

’No!! That’s not me!! I didn’t do any of it QAQ!!!’

[Lin Qingfeng]: "Listen, Junior Sister, he’s praising you. Says you have the makings of a great general, that you’re flexible and know when to advance or retreat. It seems this punch has really shown off the might of our Guixi Sect."

’No!! That’s not me! He’s clearly praising you, Eldest Brother!! Besides, what kind of fairy from a righteous sect specializes in low blows when they fight! And so accurately and viciously, too?’

’Eldest Brother, even hitting him in the face would have been better... Why did you have to hit *there*... If word of this gets out, how can I ever face anyone again? *Sob sob sob*... She could already imagine tomorrow’s headlines in the Cultivation Realm... ** ... My reputation... It’s completely ruined...’

Snowflakes fall... the north wind blows... the world is a vast, desolate white...

Su Ling’er wanted to cry but had no tears left. She understood the logic—it was Eldest Brother’s hand, Eldest Brother who was doing the hitting... but this face... this was *her* face, Su Ling’er’s face!

This huge, black pot of blame... she was carrying it so unjustly, yet so willingly. *Sob sob sob...*

Though a thousand curses were running through Su Ling’er’s mind, what else could she do...

[Su Ling’er]: "E-Eldest Brother is wise, but d-do we have any... cleaner methods...?"

[Su Ling’er]: "Just as Eldest Brother usually teaches, when dealing with such vicious and wicked Evil Cultivators, what’s the point of talking about chivalry? That would be cruel to all living beings!! But as a righteous sect, I feel we should still be a little, just a little, more upstanding, shouldn’t we? We have to consider our public image."

[Lin Qingfeng]: "What is righteous? What is evil? The methods themselves are not superior or inferior; it all depends on the heart that wields them. You feel this way because your heart is not yet calm, your Dao is not yet pure. Evil Cultivators are evil because they are ruled by wanton desires. My attack on that spot was not to harm his physical body, but to—sever the root of his sin and shatter his Dao heart!"

[Lin Qingfeng]: "This is called—severing karma and extinguishing karmic obstacles. It is a technique of great compassion, meant to enlighten the world. How could it be the vulgar act you describe? Junior Sister, it is your own dirty mind that makes you think this way!"

[Su Ling’er]: "..."

...

The battle continued, and it was getting "dirtier" and "dirtier."

Groin kicks, fatal blows, chickens flying and eggs smashing...

Every single one of Su Ling’er’s moves was aimed at the most humiliating parts of the human body, and each attack was accompanied by a sky full of bloody malevolence and resentful energy.

The more they fought, the more satisfied Mr. Youquan became. He felt this girl was a genius born for the demonic path. Only Ghost Nether was still screaming his head off in his sea of consciousness.

While controlling Ghost Nether’s body to trade injuries for injuries, he was also relentlessly spouting mental pollution: "Excellent! That ’Monkey Steals the Peach’ was executed to perfection!"

’Aaaahhh! My hands!! My hands are all dirty QAQ!!!’

And Mr. Youquan was still trying to persuade her. "Look at your proficient killing techniques! Look at your natural Demonic Qi! And you still dare to claim you’re on the righteous path?"

"Not even the seductresses from the Joyful Union Sect are as ruthless as you! Stop pretending and join the Ghost Spirit Sect! I’ll make you my Direct Disciple!"

Lin Qingfeng watched Ghost Nether’s soul, which, despite still resisting, was on the verge of collapse. His eyes narrowed.

’It’s about time. Time to reel in the net.’

[Thousand Threads Puppetry: Heavy Rain]

In mid-air, Su Ling’er’s figure came to a sudden halt, then transformed into countless afterimages, attacking Ghost Nether from all directions at once!

Every strike was a fatal blow!

Every strike avoided vital points, yet was designed to inflict maximum pain!

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!

A flurry of impacts landed.

And then, the sound of shattering balls!

’My hands!!!! I don’t want my hands anymore, ahhhhh!!!’

Ghost Nether’s consciousness blanked, his eyes rolling back in his head. Under the continuous, excruciating onslaught of pain, the defenses of his will finally crumbled completely.

In that instant, Ghost Nether completely let go of his mind.

This meant he would be completely reduced to Mr. Youquan’s second body, with no possibility of resistance in the future.

A strange laugh escaped from Ghost Nether’s mouth.

BOOM—!!!

A terrifying pressure, truly approaching the Nascent Soul Stage, swept across the entire area, no longer restricted by the body’s rejection!

"Ghost Nether’s" face began to twist and reshape violently. His once young and sinister features rapidly aged, transforming into the withered face of an old man.

It was the true face of Mr. Youquan!

He slowly spread his arms, feeling this body now completely under his control. Facing Su Ling’er, and as if speaking to the disciple whose fate was now sealed, he let out a sigh. "If you knew it would come to this, why did you even bother in the first place?"

A terrifying spiritual pressure erupted in an instant, shattering the surrounding clouds. The entire Anhe City trembled under its might!

The true boss had arrived!

However.

Faced with this despair-inducing Nascent Soul pressure, the controlled Su Ling’er did not retreat even a single step.

Instead, as Lin Qingfeng watched the old monster finally complete his possession, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

’The fish... has taken the bait.’