Chapter 7: Iâm Willing to Do AnythingâŠ
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âFrost Dragon Slash!â
Without wasting words, Su Wanqing quickly approached Peach Fairy, her hands swiftly unleashing several cold sword lights.
The icy sword lights merged into a massive frost dragon, roaring as it charged toward Peach Fairy.
The dragonâs might was so strong that even its aftershocks blew off the already crumbling roof.
Fortunately, the shattered light barrier could still barely protect Lin Muyu.
Facing this intimidating force directly, Peach Fairy was terrified.
She hastily cast a spell.
âSnake Transformation Technique.â
Instantly, Peach Fairy transformed into a massive green python, its forked tongue hissing, a pair of vertical pupils seriously staring at the frost dragon charging straight at her.
âHiss!â
The green python spat pale green mist from its mouth, trying to counter the terrifying dragon.
But this was merely futile.
Upon contact, the mist was dispersed. With her massive body in this form, even a direct hit would only severely injure her, but once severely injured, she wouldnât be able to escape from here.
Peach Fairy could only take out a talisman she had obtained at great cost, crushing it, and a solid barrier appeared before her.
This barrier instantly blazed with dazzling light, actually blocking the dragon outside.
But Peach Fairy showed no joy on her face, instead feeling some pain. This talisman could even block a strike from a peak Golden Core cultivator. She had spent considerable resources to obtain it, but she had no choice but to use it now.
Without using it, she would only become a beautiful snake ice sculpture, quietly becoming someone elseâs trophy.
She was a demonic cultivator and had to be extremely cautious about preserving her life.
She couldnât win this fight, so she had to escape first!
âDamn it, you little bitch from Qinglan Sect, weâll meet again.â
âDonât run!â
âNo rush, the targets Iâve set my sights on, neither of you two can escape!â
Peach Fairyâs figure became ethereal, and she once again spat strange smoke toward Su Wanqing from her mouth.
âWhen that time comes, Iâll let you both taste my skills~â
Su Wanqing frowned. Having been fooled once before, facing this strange smoke made her dare not pursue carelessly.
She didnât want to be poisoned again, so she could only hurriedly cover her nose with her hand, watching Peach Fairy escape with some frustration.
âDisperse.â
She cast a spell, summoning a gentle breeze to blow away the mist.
She sighed inwardly:
âI should have brought detoxification pills. Otherwise, I wouldnât have let her escape!â
At this moment, the sound of a young girlâs weak sobbing came from the corner.
Lin Muyu was still bound at the hands, collapsed on the ground, her fair thighs exposed, looking somewhat alluring.
Those lifeless eyes and fragile expression made one want to bully her even more.
Although she had been rescued, her students, the people who had once helped her, were all goneâŠ
She wasnât a heartless person, just an ordinary person who longed for a peaceful and leisurely life.
But now, she could no longer fulfill this wish.
Su Wanqing saw this situation and quickly suppressed the strange feelings in her heart.
A flash of heartache crossed her eyes. She was naturally emotionally detached, only knowing single-minded cultivation, but at this moment she felt somewhat guilty.
Peach Fairy had appeared in an obscure small village instead of the cities where she usually showed up, probably because she had been injured by her and urgently needed to use evil arts to recover her strength.
If she had been stronger, if she had captured Peach Fairy the first time they met, so many people wouldnât have suffered againâŠ
And the person before her wouldnât be heartbroken.
Su Wanqing quietly looked at the tearful Lin Muyu, feeling uncomfortable inside, silently using her sword to cut the ropes with some hesitation.
She didnât know how to comfort people, but she still inexplicably sat beside Lin Muyu, her shoulder slightly leaning over, speaking gently.
âDonât be sadâŠâ
Feeling the shoulder offered to her, Lin Muyu didnât think twice before resting her head on it.
Tears flowed from her eyes as if they cost nothing, a warm wetness soaking Su Wanqingâs shoulder.
âWuu wuu wuu wuu.â
At the same time, she choked out:
âYour spells⊠can they⊠save them? Please⊠Iâm willing to do anything⊠wuu wuuâŠâ
Willing to do anything?
The girlâs condition was very tempting.
But Su Wanqing looked at the thoroughly dead children and fell somewhat silent. She was a cultivator, not an immortal, she couldnât bring the dead back to life.
âIâm sorryâŠâ
At this time, a young man rushed in frantically, still shouting:
âSenior Sister, whatâs going on? Why are so many people allâŠâ
When he saw a young girl leaning against his cold senior sisterâs shoulder crying, his eyes widened extremely round.
That senior sister who disliked contact with others, even beautiful junior sisters wouldnât do, she was actually allowing a mortal woman to cry on her shoulder?
This was truly seeing a ghost.
Only a cold glance responded to him.
As if saying, Iâm giving you a look, figure it out yourself.
The young man immediately broke into a cold sweat.
âI wonât disturb you two then, haha. Iâll go handle the corpses.â
He hastily used spells to gather the bodies, taking them outside, and collected the remaining corpses together as well.
He dug a large pit and buried them.
âThe dead are gone, donât be sad anymore.â
The straightforward Su Wanqing really didnât know how to comfort someone, so she could only awkwardly comfort her.
Although these comforting words were dry, Lin Muyu found them very helpful, and her crying gradually stopped.
She felt a trace of warmth from Su Wanqingâs cold body.
She thought about many things. She couldnât surrender to this damn fate.
Since fate always came to bully her, then even if she died, she would give it a hard slap!
Lin Muyu took a deep breath, her tone serious:
âSu Wanqing, I want to enter Qinglan Sect and become a cultivator.â
This time, she didnât plan to run away. She wanted to face that damn fate directly.
Even if the result was still being thrown to Hehuan Sect as cultivation material, she would accept it!
Su Wanqing was somewhat surprised to hear this, not expecting Lin Muyu to recognize her identity.
Her tone was somewhat hesitant: âCultivating immortality depends greatly on talent, and itâs also very difficultâŠâ
âTalent?â
Lin Muyu murmured softly. She shouldnât lack talent.
Because even the original body, that cannon fodder, had successfully joined Qinglan Sect.
Although she was cannon fodder, she was cannon fodder with a lot of written content!
Of course, the written content referred to the plot after going to Hehuan SectâŠ
Lin Muyu felt somewhat regretful. Why hadnât she read the trashy novel written by her group friend properly?
But this couldnât be blamed on her either. Who told that book to be written so poorly that she could only pay attention to the key plot pointsâŠ
She couldnât think about lewd things all day.
She slightly raised her head, looking at Su Wanqing who was half a head taller than her, asking pitifully:
âThen can you help me test my talent?â
âMm, donât move around.â
Su Wanqing picked up Lin Muyu, placing her on her smooth thighs, arms around her waist, chin resting on Lin Muyuâs disheveled hair, closing her eyes.
Faced with this sudden action, Lin Muyu was startled and instinctively began to struggle.
âDonât move around!â
This time, Su Wanqingâs tone was even more stern, making Lin Muyu stop struggling.
Lin Muyu pressed her lips together. She had just thought the female lead was having another episode, a bit of a conditioned reflex.
Of course, she also suspected the female lead was being perverted, but given the female leadâs cold and straightforward personality, that should be impossible.
Lin Muyu had a clear understanding of her own position, she was just cannon fodder. Even though they had shared pleasure twice, this straight female lead probably still didnât have any place for her in her heart.
Because that place in her heart was reserved for the male lead.
And she was doing all this only out of guiltâŠ