CXnovel Chapter 250 Lin Miaoyin's Near-Death Counterattack
Chapter 250 Lin Miaoyin's Near-Death Counterattack
"The women of your Hehuan Sect are nothing but sluts who rely on sleeping with you and their bodies to exchange for resources."
"What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for, guarding your supposedly pristine chastity?"
He leaned down slightly to stare intently at her pale face.
"As long as you obediently take off this eyesore of a Taoist robe and become my exclusive plaything on my bed."
"I can certainly ensure that you live a fulfilling and influential life in the entire demonic path."
"If you dare to resist again, I will sever your tendons."
"I'll make you the lowest-ranking camp prostitute in the world to serve those lowest-class demonic cultivators."
Lin Miaoyin was deeply hurt by these extremely insulting words, which pierced the deepest part of her heart.
She suffered all kinds of hardships on the streets since childhood.
Later, she was brought into the Hehuan Sect and climbed to the position of Holy Maiden by stepping over the corpses of countless fellow disciples in order to live a decent life.
She loved cleanliness and loathed others who disregarded her dignity.
At this moment, countless fragmented memories flashed uncontrollably through her mind.
Those lowly years of fighting for food with wild dogs in the mud are intertwined with the precarious dignity she maintained after becoming a saint.
These images eventually coalesced in her mind into a strange, frozen image.
That was the image of a disciple of Qingquan Peak, a young man whom Qin Wanzhuang called Mo Chengyue, with his arms outstretched as he faced the righteous forces' attack on the rocky hill.
He used his not-so-broad back to firmly block the three deadly flying swords from the Haoran Sword Sect for her.
The junior brother who was usually timid and fearful of trouble left her with only a resolute and unwavering resolve in the face of life and death.
The phantom was like a spark falling into a pile of dry wood.
He forcefully ignited the pride in her heart that was about to be swallowed up by the poison of love and fear.
Lin Miaoyin's bloodshot phoenix eyes were fixed on the arrogant face in front of her.
She bit her newly healed tongue hard.
She sprayed a mouthful of warm, crimson semen mixed with saliva directly onto the broken strings of the pipa.
"It is not for you, a scoundrel from the Heavenly Demon Sect, to humiliate the people of my Hehuan Sect."
Using the primordial power contained in her essence, she forcefully broke through the final blockade of the lustful poison on her spiritual platform.
Lin Miaoyin, leaning on her worn-out pipa, shakily stood up from the pile of rocks.
Her pure black Taoist robe, stained with mud and blood, fluttered in the wind.
She placed her cracked right hand on the taut strings.
The skin and flesh at the finger bones of the originally slender fingers tore due to excessive force.
She completely disregarded the terrible cost of her internal meridians being ruptured inch by inch under the impact of this violent force.
He poured all the remaining life force in his dantian into this desperate, all-or-nothing attack.
A sharp, piercing sound, like tearing silk, rang out.
A crescent-shaped, blood-red sound wave, carrying an overwhelming aura of destruction, tore through the surrounding air.
This attack, which completely abandoned defense and was filled with endless killing intent, headed straight for the face of the young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
The young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect, who had been confident of victory, turned cold in the face of this desperate counterattack.
"You ungrateful wretch."
He let out a cold snort filled with anger.
He unleashed an extremely dense, pitch-black demonic light from his palms, directly meeting the crimson sonic wave head-on.
The two forces, leaving no room for retreat, collided squarely in mid-air.
The violent shockwave of spiritual energy blasted out, crushing the debris within a radius of a hundred feet into ashes.
The immense recoil force surged back into Lin Miaoyin's already battered body with overwhelming force.
She was like a kite with a broken string, thrown into the air by this tremendous force.
Blood splattered in the air, drawing a long, tragic red line.
Her body transformed into a dim meteor hurtling backwards, piercing the gloomy sky above the ruins.
It crashed heavily towards the towering stone wall on the left, more than ten miles away.
Mo Chengyue led Yu Jianhuan, Su Qingying, and Jin Qiaoqiao along the shadowy area where the towering stone wall on the left met the vast plain on the right.
A gentle breeze rustled through the low-lying grasses growing on the edge of the plain, bringing with it a faint earthy scent reminiscent of ancient battlefields.
Mo Chengyue spread his divine sense to carefully explore the area within a hundred feet ahead, deliberately avoiding the poisonous swamps and ancient array ruins that exuded dangerous aura.
He would occasionally stop and bend down to pick a brightly colored wildflower from a crack in the rock.
He casually tossed the flower to the female cultivator behind him, a nonchalant smile on his face.
Yu Jianhuan reached out and caught the red flower, then charmingly tucked the petals behind her ear at her temple.
She glanced at the male cultivator in front of her with the corner of her eye, her voice filled with a sweet and coquettish tone.
"Junior brother's leisurely stroll makes it seem like he's treating this cannibalistic ruin as his own backyard."
"If you get tired, senior sister, I'm happy to carry you on my back for the rest of the way."
Mo Chengyue joked without turning his head, but his steps remained absolutely steady.
Su Qingying walked at the back of the group, her fingers gripping the Jade Spirit Sword slightly clenched, her cool eyes sweeping over Yu Jianhuan's affected posture.
"Stop using those underhanded, seductive tricks of yours, and don't get distracted and cause trouble at a time like this."
"Junior Sister Su, what you're saying makes no sense. What's wrong with me being closer to my junior brother? What's it to you?"
Yu Jianhuan retorted without backing down, her wide purple sleeves brushing against Mo Chengyue's back intentionally or unintentionally.
Jin Qiaoqiao lagged half a step behind, her golden vertical pupils warily surveying her surroundings.
"Alright, everyone, say less."
"Thanks to Young Master Mo's methods of avoiding danger, we haven't encountered a single intelligent-stage demon beast along the way."
Her words revealed an unusual relaxation, as her nerves, which had been tense for many days, finally found some relief.
Mo Chengyue brushed the dirt off his fingertips and turned to look at the three women with very different personalities.
"Qiaoqiao is right. There are plenty of lunatics in these ruins. The right thing to do is to keep a low profile and make a fortune."
"If we encounter those bloodthirsty guys, we should just go around them."
He believed in the survival principle of "survival of the fittest," and would never get involved in trouble that could be avoided. His primary task was to safely withdraw from the ruins with these top-notch combatants.
The journey was peaceful and uneventful, with even the bloodshed and turmoil kept dozens of miles away. This sense of security and stability made him very happy.
The sounds of several women bickering echoed through the empty cliff face, dispelling the previously oppressive and tense atmosphere.
Just then, a deafening airburst came from deep within the thick clouds.
The sound shattered the brief tranquility of the plain, bringing an extremely intense sense of oppression.
The high-level spiritual energy fluctuations that were originally lingering in the southeast direction suddenly began to approach their location at high speed with an extremely chaotic trajectory.
One moment they were still ten miles away, the next they were right above their heads with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air.
The strong wind whipped up sand and gravel from the ground, which pelted the surrounding low trees with a crackling sound.
Mo Chengyue raised his right hand to make a shushing gesture, and his expression instantly darkened.
He exerted force with his feet, quickly retreating with the three women into the shadow of a huge, inward-curving rock.
"Shut up, all of you, and keep your breathing as low as possible."
He lowered his voice and gave urgent instructions, his fingertips already gripping two high-level concealment talismans.
"Let's assess the situation first before deciding whether to fight or flee."