darknovel Chapter 130 You're lusting after her body
Chapter 130 You're lusting after her body
I originally thought it was a naturally formed safe haven.
I never expected it to be a mass grave.
The skeleton before me was sitting cross-legged with its spine perfectly straight.
Even with all the flesh gone, one can still see an unyielding pride.
But that outfit...
Although it was almost completely rotten, its unique cloud pattern was neither belonging to the Nine Righteous Sects nor the Six Demonic Sects.
"Ancient cultivators?"
Mo Chengyue held his breath and carefully used a wooden stick to pry open the clothes scattered among the skeleton.
There are no storage bags.
There wasn't even a single metal ornament.
He was as clean as a penniless man who had been robbed.
Only a few jade bottles lay scattered around, leaning precariously.
The bottle stopper had long since rotted away.
It was completely empty; not even the dregs of the medicine remained.
Mo Chengyue refused to give up.
He moved closer, his gaze falling on the rock wall behind the skeleton.
There are words there.
The large seal script was carved into the bluestone with sheer spiritual energy.
The brushstrokes are sharp and penetrating, penetrating deep into the stone.
It exudes a powerful sense of despair and madness.
Small Seal Script.
An ancient script that has been phased out in the cultivation world, replacing the Three-Element Era.
Fortunately, Mo Chengyue was an oddball who liked to rummage through old papers in the corner of the library.
He recognized him.
"Humans..."
Mo Chengyue softly read out those words.
"The elixir of heaven and earth."
"The most precious treasure of all things."
"Hahaha!"
Every word was like a bloodstained knife.
Especially the last three "Ha" characters in the vertical row.
That feeling of mockery, sorrow, and resentment, even after millions of years, still hits you hard.
It sends chills down your spine.
Mo Chengyue subconsciously rubbed the goosebumps on his arms.
"What do you mean?"
"Are people medicine?"
"Cannibalism during abortion?"
Countless dark fantasy cultivation novel settings flashed through his mind in an instant.
These ancient relics, indeed, none of them are clean.
The place was full of potholes.
Mo Chengyue cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards the skeleton.
"Farewell, senior."
"No matter who you are, or what you're trying to say."
"I'm just passing through and need to stay overnight."
"Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor; please don't come looking for me."
Done.
He skillfully pulled out a "Rebirth Talisman" and stuck it on the skeleton's forehead with a snap.
I don't know if it will work.
But its main purpose is to provide psychological comfort.
They quickly left the stone chamber.
He also casually set up a simple maze at the entrance of the stone chamber.
They sealed off this eerie place.
After doing all this, he turned around and returned to the relatively flat large rock.
Yu Jianhuan remained lying there quietly, curled up in a ball, a black cloak covering her body, revealing a round and alluring face.
Because of the pill that Mo Chengyue fed her earlier, plus the continuous infusion of true essence.
Her face no longer looked as frightening as it had at the beginning.
The deathly pale color faded away.
Instead, a sickly flush appeared.
His brows were furrowed.
It seems that I am experiencing some kind of pain even in my dreams.
"What a hassle."
Mo Chengyue sighed.
He sat down next to him.
He reached out and placed his hand on Yu Jianhuan's pulse.
Some of the cold toxins in the body were forced out.
But a portion of it stubbornly remained near her dantian.
If it is not completely removed.
Even if this woman wakes up, she will become a cripple.
"It just means I have a kind heart."
"Anyone else would have thrown you out to feed the monsters by now."
Mo Chengyue complained.
Meanwhile, the "Yin Yang De He Jing" was circulated again.
He placed his hands on her back.
Warm spiritual energy flowed in continuously.
As the exercise continues...
A faint pink halo surrounded the two of them.
This is the unique aura of the Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Classic.
In this dark and cold crack.
It seemed particularly ambiguous.
Yu Jianhuan seemed to sense the heat source behind him.
My body instinctively leaned back.
Her soft back pressed tightly against Mo Chengyue's chest.
Strands of hair brushed against Mo Chengyue's neck.
It carries a faint, pleasant fragrance.
It doesn't smell like cosmetics.
It was her natural body scent.
Mo Chengyue's breath hitched.
"Don't move."
He gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the restlessness in his heart.
"This is for healing."
"This is a legitimate medical procedure."
"Do not look at what is improper, do not do what is improper."
Although that's what they say.
But his hand still honestly adjusted its position.
In order to better transmit true essence.
By the way...
It does feel great to the touch.
"It will probably take another three days."
Mo Chengyue made a mental calculation.
"She should wake up in three days."
"By then, the first wave of clearing around the ruins will have just ended."
"We can follow behind those large groups and pick up the scraps."
This is called a tactical lean back.
Let others go through the hard work first.
All I need to do is make sure I survive to the end.
......
Thousands of miles away.
The outer perimeter of the core area of the ruins.
The sky took on an ominous dark purple hue.
The clouds hung low.
It was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
A team that was originally quite large.
It is currently falling apart.
"That's enough for now."
Xiao Fan stood at a fork in the road.
The black spear in his hand was pointed diagonally at the ground.
The tip of the spear was still dripping with the blood of an unknown monster.
He glanced back at the group of Hehuan Sect disciples who were still hesitating behind him.
A mocking sneer appeared on his lips.
"The road ahead."
"You have no right to leave."
That's the direction leading to "Soul Valley".
It was also from his memories of his past life.
The place where that "thing" is buried.
The place is heavily guarded.
Bring along this bunch of burdens.
It will only cause trouble.
"Junior Brother Xiao, we're all from the same sect, it's inappropriate to part ways now..."
Before one of the inner disciples, who was trying to curry favor with the powerful, could finish speaking...
He was silenced by Xiao Fan's icy gaze.
"Fellow disciples?"
"There are no fellow disciples here."
"There are only competitors."
"And the corpse."
Done.
Xiao Fan's figure swayed.
It transformed into a black streak of light.
It vanished instantly into the vast fog.
Clean and efficient.
Without any hesitation or delay.
however.
It had been less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea since Xiao Fan left.
Someone else has made a move.
Ye Changfeng.
That Chaoyun Peak disciple who always carried a sword and had an indifferent expression.
He stayed at the very back of the group.
Like a transparent person.
But at this moment.
An antique ring in his pocket was slightly warm.
That was his master.
That was also his magic touch.
"Long Wind".
"right."
"I sensed it... there is a very strong sword intent there."
"It seems to be the ruins of an ancient sword sect."
That aged voice echoed in my mind.
Ye Changfeng paused for a moment.
He looked up to his right.
That area is a rocky wasteland.
It looks ordinary.
It was even somewhat desolate.
But in Ye Changfeng's "Sword Heart" perception.
There.
A faint, towering sword aura was lurking beneath the surface.
"Opportunity".
A hint of longing flashed in Ye Changfeng's eyes.
He did not hesitate at all.
He quietly left the group.
Head towards the rocky area on the right.
With firm steps.
No one was alerted.
I will not refuse your thanks.
Standing atop the tree, Xie Buci took in the entire scene.
His hand, which was holding the folding fan, paused slightly.
A playful smile appeared on his lips.
"This year's junior students are all very unique."
"Looks like everyone knows where to find meat."
Xie Buci did not stop him.
There was no warning.
In the world of cultivation.
Everyone's destiny is their own secret.
Blocking someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents.
Moreover.
He was happy to have some free time.
Although Ye Wushang had been in a sorry state during the chaotic battle, he had now changed into a brand new robe.
A precious light shimmered.
It looks very valuable.
Behind him followed a group of elite disciples from Tianqing Peak, each holding a compass or a detection artifact.
"Since we're here to search for treasure, we should naturally go wherever the spiritual energy is most abundant."
Ye Wushang pointed to the widest, but also the most dangerous, road in the very center.
"The core area is right in front of us."
Only the weak take the long way.
"Let's go!"
No nonsense.
Leading the largest force, they marched majestically towards the core area.
The once crowded intersection was now mostly empty.
Only the three-person group from Qingquan Peak remained, along with a dozen or so disciples from other peaks who hadn't yet chosen sides.
The wind blew by.
Roll up a few withered leaves.
It looked somewhat desolate.
Xie Buci jumped down from the tree.
"Tsk tsk."
"They all seem to be in a rush to be reborn."
"Haste makes waste; why can't you understand this principle?"
Qin Wanzhuang was wiping her sword.
Upon hearing this, she raised her head, her cold eyes filled with disdain that said, "You're trying to slack off again."
"So what do we do?"