darknovel Chapter 100 Real Remains
Chapter 100 Real Remains
Meanwhile, inside the cave hall.
The mountain girl dragged Yao Ye and threw him into the nest.
Yao Ye's struggles grew weaker and weaker. The broken ribs in his chest made his vision blur with every breath. The half of his face that the mountain girl had slapped was so swollen that he could barely open his eyes.
"uh-huh......"
He was thrown heavily onto the feathered mat, his back slamming against the inner wall of the nest, and he couldn't help but groan.
The mountain girl bent down, her rough hand caressing his body inch by inch, her fingertips tracing his bare chest, as if examining something that belonged to her.
Its mouth stretched from ear to ear, and its sharp teeth gleamed coldly in the fluorescent light. Its dark yellow eyes were filled with naked desire, making it completely different from its charming and delicate appearance just now.
Just as it was about to tear off the last of Yao Ye's clothes, it suddenly stopped.
It raised its head, its murky demonic eyes gazing toward a fork in the road deep within the cave, a sinister glint flashing in its vertical pupils.
It sensed that something went wrong on Jin Lei's side.
That purple-veined vermilion fruit was a spiritual herb it had found at great cost, and it had specially sent its strongest offspring to guard it. But now it sensed that Jin Lei's aura was rapidly weakening.
"My son Shandu."
It loosened its grip on Yao Ye's ankle and roared towards the outside of the nest.
Inside the cave, Shan Du, who was guarding under the tree, raised his head upon hearing the sound. Although he had lost an arm, he still stood like an iron tower.
All that could be heard was the mountain maiden's voice coming from the lair, carrying a hint of suppressed anger: "Go and check on Jin Lei. If anyone breaks in, kill them without mercy."
Shandu let out a low growl, turned around, and strode toward the fork in the road deep inside the cave.
The heavy footsteps gradually faded away, and the cave hall fell silent again, leaving only the black tiger lying beside the dragon's skeleton, its empty tiger eyes staring in the direction of the lair, its tail gently patting the ground.
The mountain girl withdrew her gaze and turned back to Yao Ye.
The anger on that ugly face had not completely subsided, but when he saw Yao Ye's pale face, it was gradually replaced by greedy pleasure.
"My lord, do not be afraid."
The mountain woman's rough voice carried a sickeningly sweet tone, "Although I don't have the delicate skin of human women, I won't mistreat you. If you're obedient and suffer less, I'll treat you gently. But if you remain so stubborn..."
It opened its mouth full of sharp teeth and breathed gently into his ear. The warm, foul-smelling breath made Yao Ye's hair stand on end.
"...Then you're in for a rough time."
Yao Ye's lips trembled; he wanted to curse but couldn't utter a sound.
His gaze passed over the mountain girl's ugly shoulders and looked desperately out of the nest.
The surrounding shadows were deathly silent; no one would come to save him.
The mountain girl straightened up and began to remove the tattered gauze dress she was wearing, revealing the rough, dark skin and the shriveled, drooping thing underneath.
The body was covered with dark green scales and grayish-white tangled fur, its abdomen was swollen like a sac, and its limbs were thin and bony. Compared to the beautiful woman's appearance just now, it was like heaven and earth.
Yao Ye abruptly turned her head away, not daring to look again.
His gaze wandered desperately around the nest.
It suddenly stopped.
The upper layer of the nest is separated from the lower layer only by a thin wall woven from twigs and dry grass.
The lower level was filthy, with countless traces of intercourse remaining on the bird feather mattress, and the strong, pungent smell was nauseating.
He looked up and, through the gaps in the partition woven from thin branches, could vaguely see something glowing above.
It was an extremely faint, soft, ethereal light, a pale golden hue, like the warm sunlight streaming through a small room in winter. The filth and stench of the lower lair seemed to be kept in another world by that partition.
The upper layer had no mandrill smell at all; instead, it was filled with a faint sandalwood fragrance, calm and solemn.
Yao Ye's pupils constricted, and he quickly extended his spiritual sense to look over.
On the upper level of the nest, on the aerial roots that were coiled into a lotus platform, sat a skeleton with its legs crossed.
The skeleton had been in a state of meditation for countless years; its flesh and blood had long since decayed, but its bones remained as white as jade, each shimmering with a faint golden aura. Even though its life force had long since vanished, the remains still exuded an awe-inspiring and inviolable power.
The most peculiar thing was not the skull itself, but the halo of divine light surrounding it—
It was a halo of seven colors, shimmering and flowing like ripples on water behind the skull, forming a tangible circle of light behind its head.
It possesses a solemnity and divinity that makes people dare not look directly at it.
The halo slowly rotated, casting a soft golden glow that illuminated the upper level of the nest like a Buddhist shrine, and also clearly revealed the thin wall between the upper and lower levels.
Wherever the golden light passed, all the filth, stench, and chaos of the lower levels were kept out by an invisible barrier, unable to cross even half a step.
The mysterious robe draped over the skeleton remained impeccably clean, its surface a deep blue-green, embroidered with intricate cloud patterns in silver thread. The silver threads on the cuffs and collar had faded somewhat, yet the exquisite stitching of yesteryear was still discernible. A black jade belt cinched its waist, from which hung a pouch. The pouch's drawstring was intact, and while a thin layer of dust covered it, there were no signs of damage.
"A Foundation Establishment True Person! This is definitely the Foundation Establishment True Person who passed away!"
Yao Ye's breathing suddenly became rapid.
"According to the ancestor, a hundred years ago he had a friend who was ambushed by the enemy and seriously injured. He fled to the Ten Directions Mountains and was never heard from again. He should have passed away in the mountains. A hundred years later, after divination by the Six Lines, some clues were finally found, and he instructed me to come and find this relic."
Recalling the old ancestor's instructions before he set off, Yao Ye felt a chill in his heart.
"It really is here... it really is here..."
He murmured hoarsely, a smile more painful than a grimace tugging at the corners of his swollen lips, "Now that all my methods are exhausted... what should I do?"
The mountain girl stopped moving.
It tilted its head, followed Yao Ye's gaze to look at the upper level of the nest, and then let out a hoarse sneer: "What are you looking at, my lord? That's nothing but a skeleton."
Its tone carried a hint of annoyance, "It was already here when I moved here. I don't know which old geezer died in the tree, but it made it so difficult for me to build my nest. I couldn't even put more soft grass around it. Its magical power kept pushing me away. It's so annoying."
"It really didn't know..."
A thought flashed through Yao Ye's mind, but he dared not show it on his face.
Although the mountain girl occupied the nest, she had no idea of the value of the skull above her head.
It simply treated this place as an ordinary dwelling, regarding the remains of that Foundation Establishment cultivator as mere cumbersome debris. Or perhaps, it was influenced by the halo behind that Foundation Establishment cultivator's head and had become accustomed to it.
Yao Ye stopped struggling.
He forced himself to calm down, his mind racing. The mountain maiden didn't know the value of the Foundation Establishment cultivator's relics, but he did. Zhang Ruxue should still be in the mine; with her swordsmanship, she could fight the mountain maiden once she reached the cave entrance.
He needed to buy time, he needed to survive, to survive until Zhang Ruxue found him here—
Or, live until you find a chance to escape.
Seeing that he had stopped struggling, a hint of satisfaction flashed in the mountain girl's eyes.
It bent down, about to continue what had been interrupted, just as it was about to indulge in pleasure.
A deep tiger roar suddenly came from outside the den.