Chapter 74: Did I Allow You to Leave?

He had originally intended to crush this woman who disturbed his slumber like an ant. However, his long-dormant heart suddenly stirred with a bit of interest.

“Little woman, do you know who I am?”

“I don’t care who you are!” Feng Siyue snorted coldly.

Shen Wuluo narrowed his eyes: “Then why did you come in to disturb me?”

Feng Siyue suddenly realized that Shen Wuluo had been asleep for too long and did not know that he was already inside a treasure.

She thought quickly and slightly curled her lips under her veil: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. This is the semi-sacred treasure of the Vice leader of the Cultivator Alliance, and I am just a disciple who accidentally entered here while trying to pass a level. I am not the bride sent to you.”

“What did you say?”

Sure enough, Shen Wuluo’s expression changed, his brows furrowing tightly. He suddenly closed his eyes and released his divine sense!

Feng Siyue felt the pressure again. His divine sense was so strong!

At least at the level of a Martial Sovereign Realm!

To think that Yang Aotian and Ouyang Feng were only at the Martial Emperor Realm.

Feng Siyue widened her eyes, forcing herself to stay calm. Her talisman must have been tampered with by Ouyang Feng, which meant that even if she crushed the talisman, she might not be able to leave.

The Demon Lord in front of her was so formidable that if she tried to escape, she would likely pay a very high price. Adhering to the principle of not moving unless the enemy does, she needed to reduce the Demon Lord’s hostility towards her as much as possible!

Boom!

Shen Wuluo’s divine sense extended out, but it was bounced back when it touched the boundary!

The scroll trembled like an earthquake, and from the square, it looked unstable.

Yang Aotian quickly flew over, reluctantly throwing several top-grade spirit stones into the scroll!

Ouyang Feng, Ouyang Feng, you made a big mistake. You shouldn’t have sent Han Yue to the Demon Lord’s tomb!

Feng Siyue stared intently at the Demon Lord, noticing him cough a few times and discreetly swallow a streak of bright red blood.

He was injured!

Shen Wuluo was injured!

Feng Siyue quietly used her special eye technique and clearly saw that Shen Wuluo’s heart was actually… only half there!

“What are you looking at?”

Shen Wuluo suddenly approached like a ghost, grabbing her delicate neck.

His scarlet eyes stared intently into hers, and then he extended a cold finger, touching her eyes.

“These eyes of yours are interesting.”

They were actually ghost eyes.

On the square, Di Xuan Shang’s aura was terrifyingly low, and a sword silently appeared in his hand.

Just as Lu Chen and Lan Yi thought he was about to act, from within the scroll, Feng Siyue forcefully pushed Shen Wuluo away and stepped back a few paces.

Shen Wuluo did not approach her again, and the murderous intent from earlier dissipated completely.

“Men and women should not touch each other improperly. Instead of bullying a weak woman like me, why don’t you think about your own situation!”

Feng Siyue, realizing he wouldn’t kill her, deliberately provoked him.

It would be interesting if he could destroy Ouyang Feng’s scroll.

However, he was not at his peak now and was sealed within this semi-sacred treasure. It was likely done by his enemies, so how could he be allowed to escape easily?

Thinking of this, she stepped back, intending to find the treasure’s spirit on her own.

This strange man was someone she should avoid as much as possible.

“Stop, little woman, did I let you go?”

Feng Siyue halted, wondering what the Demon Lord wanted now. Meeting Shen Wuluo’s eerie gaze, she felt a bad premonition growing in her heart.

Oh no, it seems like he can see through my thoughts!

“I was awakened prematurely by you, and my cultivation has greatly diminished. Shouldn’t you offer something?” Shen Wuluo said with a half-smile.

“Well, I’m just an ordinary disciple, poor as a church mouse. If the Demon Lord wants any compensation, I really don’t have anything valuable to offer.”

“Your blood smells delicious. If I drink it, it will surely increase my cultivation.”

Feng Siyue backed away in horror. She had suffered severe blood loss when giving birth to her two treasures, which left her anemic. She would rather fight than give her blood!

After all, she even recycled the blood she used on paper figures, not wasting a single drop.

“Come here, I won’t drain you dry.”

Feng Siyue, of course, did not go willingly, but Shen Wuluo reached out, and a powerful suction pulled her towards him.

Just as Shen Wuluo was about to bite her, the Demon Lord’s tomb began to shake. The main chamber suddenly sank, and Feng Siyue seized the opportunity to slap the Demon Lord hard on the chest before flying towards a large door nearby.

Ssss!

Her body sank as the Demon Lord grabbed her ankle.

Feng Siyue flicked her sleeve, and countless paper figures flew out like butterflies, clinging tightly to Shen Wuluo, biting and pulling at his arms.

But Shen Wuluo still did not let go, determined to drag her down with him.

It seemed she had no choice but to use her trump card. Feng Siyue gritted her teeth, preparing to act, when suddenly a long whip lashed out, hitting Shen Wuluo’s hand. Feng Siyue’s waist was then wrapped up, and someone used the whip to pull her up.

The paper figures took the opportunity to drag Shen Wuluo into the abyss.

“Junior Sister Han Yue, are you alright?”

Feng Siyue looked up to see a young disciple she didn’t recognize.

The disciple who saved her was quite handsome, with a Tai Xu Sect emblem hanging from his waist.

Tai Xu Sect? She had no impression of it; it was probably a small sect.

“I’m fine, thank you for your help, Senior Brother. Were you also teleported to the Demon Lord’s tomb?”

After stabilizing herself, Feng Siyue subtly stepped back, creating some distance from the other disciple.

As she asked the question, her eyes were on the abyss below. Shen Wuluo had disappeared from sight, and her paper figures had lost contact with her in an instant.

“I am Jiang Cheng, the senior disciple of Tai Xu Sect. I was nearby the Demon Lord’s tomb when I heard the noise and rushed over. I happened to see Junior Sister in danger. Let’s leave quickly; this place is very dangerous.”

The disciple from Tai Xu Sect said solemnly, leading her out.

The scroll was shaking everywhere, as if a violent earthquake had occurred, and it took a while to calm down.

As Feng Siyue followed him out of the Demon Lord’s tomb, the entire large tomb sank into the abyss, leaving behind an unfathomable giant pit exuding a thick, sinister aura.

“Junior Sister Han Yue, I found a place with very abundant spiritual energy when I came here earlier. Would you like to go there with me to cultivate? There are formations around that can block attacks from others. We can temporarily form a team and come out when there are fewer people.”

Jiang Cheng extended an olive branch to Feng Siyue.

“No, thank you. Senior Brother Jiang saved my life; how can I accept further help from you?”

Jiang Cheng smiled slightly, his handsome face showing a bit of shyness.

“Junior Sister Han Yue is too polite. After yesterday’s competition, I admired you greatly. Besides, with your strength, if we team up, we are more likely to win a place in the competition. It’s a win-win situation. Junior Sister, don’t decline. You can come with me to take a look, and if you don’t like it, you can leave later, right?”

Feng Siyue hesitated. “Well… alright then.”