Chapter 96: The Springtime of White Lilies

Shura Hall only thought of dual cultivation and copulating, could it be that this Luo Miaoyi acted together with them because she wanted to bring Ling Jue back as a human furnace?

Ye Wenxin could not help but have crooked thoughts again, while Ling Jue’s expression was subtle; due to Luo Miaoyi’s revelation, the mood of parting amidst life and death just now fell into a few seconds of silence.

“Hahahaha, Shura Hall girl, have you caught feelings? Considering we’re both demon cultivators, I can spare your life,” the Tower person laughed loudly. Luo Miaoyi’s whole face flushed with anger, she detested herself for choosing Shura Hall because she had nothing better to do.

Choosing Shura Hall was one thing, but she found that finding a dual cultivation partner was simply impossible.

Everyone regarded Shura Hall as a place that devoured people without leaving any bones; Luo Miaoyi kept a low profile, yet unexpectedly, she would expose her identity in such an awkward situation.

“Shut your trap! I’m not the same as you people.”

“How are we not the same? You’re just using a different method to kill Ling Jue. Why don’t we all get along, let you have a good time, and later we’ll take Ling Jue’s life,” the Tower person cackled. It was uncertain whether they thought she was beneath them, or they did not take Ling Jue seriously at all.

“You’re all too much! I may be from Shura Hall, but I’m very principled!” Luo Miaoyi stomped her feet furiously, wishing she could pounce on those Tower people and fight them with all her might.

However, she only had Foundation Establishment stage cultivation, not to mention fighting with all her might, she reckoned going over would just get both her legs crippled. She struggled in her heart, hating that she could not eat Ling Jue directly on the spot to increase her cultivation.

But seeing Ling Jue’s aversion, Luo Miaoyi choked back that little wicked thought again; thinking about it, she showed a smile, as if she had figured something out.

“Oh, right, senior sister gave me a silk pouch before, saying if I encounter danger I could…” Luo Miaoyi started to feel about inside her bag of holding, fishing out a pink little pouch in full view of the public.

As they were curiously sizing up what rare treasures were contained within the pouch, the silk pouch opened, revealing a contraption.

The Tower people’s faces changed drastically, “Not good!”

They wanted to forcibly take that small contraption. Ye Wenxin took the contraption and threw it at them, and then a scarlet butterfly flew out from the silk pouch, rapidly flying into the air.

This was Shura Hall’s distress flare, once the butterfly flew out, nearby Shura Hall disciples would sense the unusual movement and come to the rescue. Perhaps knowing Luo Miaoyi was in no way clever, so these meddlesome senior sisters especially reminded her.

If not for running into the threat before her, Luo Miaoyi would have forgotten all about the senior sister’s explanation.

“What does the butterfly do?” Luo Miaoyi looked completely confused, and Ye Wenxin could not refrain from staring at her as if she was an idiot. Although even she, this shut-in Demon Lord, knew the implication of this butterfly, the Shura Hall disciple Luo Miaoyi showed such a sincere expression.

“When the Shura Hall people come, we won’t be able to complete the mission. Kill! Quickly kill Ling Jue!” Those from Tower of Unfettered Dreams finally moved. They said villains died from talking too much, but Ye Wenxin felt they died from being too dramatic.

There were so many chances to slay the women, yet they still felt they held the winning ticket and insisted on endless theatrics.

Seeing those more than a dozen Tower assassins leaped forward, Ling Jue once again dispatched the Mountain River Fan in her hand. As she supported the fan and struggled against several assassins, Luo Miaoyi waved her whip to prevent the other ones from getting close, and Ye Wenxin was more cunning, infusing her Qi into a burst, throwing various attacks at the assassins.

The silver needles were exceedingly fast and exquisite, even though she did not stab vital acupoints, they still caused a great deal of damage on the assassins. Not to be outdone, Ye Wenxin stabbed a silver needle on an assassin’s Laughing Point.

“Hahahahaha!” The assassin preferred death over life as he rolled on the ground.

Compared to death by a thousand cuts, this method was much more torturous.

Seeing the assassin still had room to resist, Ye Wenxin stabbed his Bitter Point, letting him, amidst experiencing joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure, ruin himself with his own emotions.

If nothing unexpected happened, it would only take a quarter of an hour for the various emotional stimuli to render this assassin mentally ill.

Naturally, Ye Wenxin must also consider other assassination factors present; she saw Luo Miaoyi getting caught up in an arduous battle, and Ling Jue seemed still able to evenly match her opponents. Ye Wenxin took out the dagger Ling Jue had given her previously, mimicking the movements of the assassin in front of her.

Ye Wenxin learned basic weapons martial arts, so she knew nothing about manuals that required weapons. However, she was very good at mimicking. Watching the movements of the assassin before her, Ye Wenxin casually mimicked his attacks, without getting the upper hand, and the assassin also could not gain any advantage from her.

Compared to the suppression on her cultivation, Ye Wenxin was quite satisfied with her ordinary person display.

In contrast, the assassin also noticed Ye Wenxin’s weird tricks and worked hard to make fancy styles that Ye Wenxin was unable to imitate. Ye Wenxin did not move at all, watching the assassin huffing and puffing from his own display. Lastly, Ye Wenxin only mimicked the movements of his last attack.

The two collided, their clashing daggers emitting intense friction, finally Ye Wenxin kicked the assassin, threw silver needles, sealing his acupoints.

“You…”

“What? You’re fine with me imitating, but not with me being original?” Ye Wenxin grinned brightly, watched the assassin’s sullen expression, feeling even more delighted.

Upon hearing the assassin’s voice, she walked over and pulled down the assassin’s mask, only to see a rather decent face.

“O fair maiden, why resort to thievery?” There was heroic spirit around this woman’s brows, her skin a healty wheat color, her facial features refined; even if she was reduced to this state, those eyes carried an indomitable will, like a lioness full of wildness.

Female assassins like her was a rare sight among Tower of Unfettered Dreams, so Ye Wenxin did not torture her her; there was also a bit of protectiveness towards the fairer sex.

“I…”

“I, what? Are you stuttering?” Ye Wenxin cut off the female assassin’s words with a smile and saw her entire face reddened, as if Ye Wenxin had hit the nail on the head.

It turned out this great beauty really did have a stutter.

“Miss Ye! Help!” Luo Miaoyi wailed from a distance, still surrounded by a few assassins, her body injured, appearing to be in a very difficult situation.

Ye Wenxin looked at Luo Miaoyi’s appearance, at first intending to shout ‘I believe in you, you can hold on until your fellow disciples arrive’, but after some thinking, she decided to go help Luo Miaoyi a bit, to prevent being blamed for Luo Miaoyi’s miserable state when the Shura Hall people arrived.

“Miss, be good and lay down for me.” Ye Wenxin turned to the beautiful woman again, pouting at her. The female assassin cursed at her, “You…jerk!”

Ye Wenxin laughed even louder; she did not feel that stuttering was that big of a physiological problem, even feeling the female assassin cursing her like that was somewhat cute.

Sadly this female assassin had blindly chosen Tower of Unfettered Dreams; Ye Wenxin felt waiting for those from Shura Hall to arrive would bode ill for her, so she fetched another silver needle, stabbed it on the woman’s acupoint, causing a situation of fake death.

“Miss, I hope you don’t get eaten by wolves,” Ye Wenxin said like so, lifted the woman’s mask again, and then casually ran back towards Luo Miaoyi.

“Miss Luo, I’ve come to help…” Before she finished her sentence, a group of women dressed in white descended from the sky.

Each of them was pretty as flowers, the one in the lead especially outstanding, without exaggeration a beauty who could topple nations. She had a cold face, her mighty pressure inciting fear in people.

“Qian…” The people from Tower of Unfettered Dreams were scared half to death. Of the Shura Hall people they had thought would come, they had not expected her.

Shura Hall’s Head Senior Sister―Qian Bingxue (lit. Thousand Ice Snow).

“Se…Senior Sister, why have you come personally?” Luo Miaoyi was dumbfounded; she assumed at most that a few senior sisters would come to her help, but she never expected the Head Senior Sister would personally run over.

Head Senior Sister Qian Bingxue just swept her gaze over Luo Miaoyi once, and then said, “Excluding those two, kill the rest.”

As she spoke, the Shura Hall disciples immediately took action, very quickly slaying all the remaining Tower of Unfettered Dreams assasins. Ye Wenxin observed this development, glad that she stabbed a needle on that female assassin, helping her escape the catastrophe in front of her.

However, she was a little worried about the next plot development.

There was no way to extricate oneself from Shura Hall’s addictive dual cultivation, and Ling Jue looked like a prime human furnace; it seemed they just fled the wolf’s den, only to enter the tiger’s pit.

“Don’t be afraid, Wenxin.” Ling Jue also understood the risks her identity and this face carried. Looking closely, those female disciples were gazing at Ling Jue like she was a fatty piece of meat, making her scalp tingle even more.

Just because she liked Ye Wenxin did not mean she accepted physical contact with other women.

Ye Wenxin’s attention was on Qian Bingxue, unsure whether Qian Bingxue learned some ice-type cultivation method, as just from looking at her made one cold all over.

Not only did Luo Miaoyi dare not to approach her, the other disciples stood ten feet away from Qian Bingxue. Qian Bingxue paid them no mind, the sword in her hand still dripping with blood, drop after drop falling onto the ground.

Such an cool beauty, as expected of Shura Hall’s next Hall Master, brimming with courage.

Ye Wenxin could not help comparing Qian Bingxue with Liu Churan, and no matter what, she felt that comparing people would drive one mad. At least, Qian Bingxue woud not think about how to push down her Hall Master, while her goddaughter Liu Churan planned every day how to top her godmother.

The more Ye Wenxin looked, the more she felt Qian Bingxue was pleasing to the eye, yet in Qian Bingxue’s eyes, there was no trace of anyone. Seeing her junior sisters reporting back the situation, she then glanced at Ye Wenxin and Ling Jue.

“Junior sister, have you found a partner during this trip down the mountain?” Qian Bingxue’s voice remained very cold, and hearing this sentence, Luo Miaoyi’s face paled.

“Ye…yes, it’s this young master.” Thinking that Ye Wenxin should be safe because she was girl, Luo Miaoyi grabbed Ling Jue’s arm, indicating that Ling Jue was the dual cultivation partner she had found.

Although Ling Jue was reluctant, this Head Senior Sister had already reached Nascent Soul stage; Ling Jue planned to stand still first, observing how this Qian Bingxue intended to deal with them.

Listening to this, Qian Bingxue nodded and then took out her own flying magic item. She pulled Ye Wenxin’s collar, threw her up, before jumping on herself.