Translator: CinderTL
How should the Dragon-Taming Daoist greet his mother?
Each addressing the other by their respective titles?
I call you "Mom," you call me "Brother-in-law"?
Moreover, cultivators live long lives. What if the Dragon-Taming Daoist's grandparents were still alive?
Grandson becomes son-in-law?
Tsk tsk...
This circle is truly chaotic.
"The Dragon-Taming Daoist's mother has already passed away, so..."
Zuoqiu Hui spread her hands slightly, regretting that she wouldn't witness their reunion.
"Hahaha, how amusing," Xu Sanyan chuckled, shaking his head.
Zuoqiu Hui secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Through this conversation, she sensed that although Xu Sanyan was the holy son of the Demonic Sect, he didn't seem like a crazed killer. As long as they didn't provoke him, her and her sister's lives should be spared.
Her repeated discussions about these matters were aimed at fostering a closer connection with him. In her view, gossiping was the quickest way to build rapport. To survive, she was pulling out all the stops.
Xu Sanyan remained oblivious to her subtle maneuvers, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care. He had no intention of killing them anyway.
Killing them would only anger the Zuoqiu Clan and offer no benefits. Why bother with such a thankless task?
In the distance, corpse demons occasionally lumbered down the street, some as massive as King Kong, others no larger than ordinary beasts.
Zuoqiu Xin watched the two conversing so animatedly, feeling somewhat superfluous. She couldn't understand why her sister was getting along so well with a member of the demonic sect.
Little did she know, her sister was racking her brains bald trying to ensure their survival.
Inside a room in the southwestern part of the city, Lin Fan glanced warily at the woman beside him, his heart filled with vigilance.
He had been relentlessly pursued by corpse demons, barely managing to shake them off before diving into this house. To his surprise, he found it already occupied by a woman dressed in a black robe, her face veiled by a thin gauze.
Mo Xianxian cast a fleeting glance at Lin Fan before withdrawing her gaze. His mere Initial Stage Foundation Establishment cultivation level was utterly insignificant to her.
The two sat in opposite corners of the room, showing no inclination to interact.
Lin Fan, acutely aware of his inferior cultivation level, remained on high alert. Mo Xianxian, on the other hand, simply disliked conversation and cherished solitude. The sudden intrusion of another person made her consider moving elsewhere.
After a moment's deliberation, Mo Xianxian rose to her feet, resolved to find a new place. She was simply unaccustomed to having company.
Seeing her stand, Lin Fan's heart tightened. His hand instinctively gripped the hilt of his pitch-black sword, ready for battle at any moment.
Mo Xianxian seemed oblivious to his tension, calmly walking toward the door.
Lin Fan let out a small sigh of relief. It seemed this woman wasn't hostile. He offered a friendly warning, "Fellow cultivator, corpse demons are roaming the streets outside. It might be best to wait here quietly until dawn. They should disperse by then."
Mo Xianxian paused, tilting her head slightly. Her voice was cold and clear as she asked, "How do you know they'll disperse at dawn?"
Lin Fan froze, realizing she might not have seen the stone tablet. He quickly explained, "I saw a stone tablet earlier with the inscription 'When night winds rise, ten thousand demons are reborn.' I dared to speculate that this might be the case."
Mo Xianxian considered this briefly, acknowledging his gesture with a terse, "Thank you."
Knowing the corpse demons would disperse during the day, there was no need to rush.
Just then, a figure darted into the room. Before Lin Fan could identify the newcomer, the wooden door exploded inward, sending splinters flying everywhere. Lin Fan channeled his Spiritual Power to shield himself.
A massive, sharp beak pierced through the shattered door, lunging at the intruder.
Mo Xianxian frowned. Why is it so difficult to find a moment of peace?
Lin Fan glanced at the newcomer, his eyes lighting up slightly. What a beautiful maiden!
With a delicate nose, small, rosy lips, and a round, adorable face, she wore a pale yellow dress that billowed gently, accentuating her curvaceous figure. She was exactly his type.
There was no time to admire her beauty. The Giant Bird lunged at the yellow-robed woman, its razor-sharp claws slicing through the air with a piercing shriek, determined to tear her apart.
"Immortal Maiden, be careful!" Lin Fan shouted a warning.
The woman dared not lose focus. She raised her longsword, struggling to parry the bird's relentless attacks, exhausting every skill she possessed to evade its onslaught.
Lin Fan watched helplessly, his heart pounding with anxiety. He cursed his low cultivation level, which prevented him from playing the hero. Yet he couldn't bear to stand by while the yellow-robed maiden faced such peril alone. Drawing his black sword, he roared,
"Immortal Maiden, don't panic! I'm coming to help!"
The woman's face lit up momentarily, but when she glanced back at Lin Fan, her expression immediately soured. He was only at the initial stage of Foundation Establishment, his cultivation level lower than hers. How could he possibly be of any assistance?
Still, she couldn't dismiss his good intentions. She focused on drawing the Giant Bird's attention, shouldering the brunt of its attacks. Even so, Lin Fan struggled to keep up.
Mo Xianxian felt a surge of irritation. Seeing the pair teetering on the brink of disaster against a mere corpse demon, she couldn't fathom why they had come to the secret realm with such meager cultivation levels.
"Are you trying to get killed?"
Lin Fan raised a single finger before him, chanting an incantation. His pupils narrowed, and he murmured in surprise, "Chaos!"
Suddenly, the Giant Bird began to sway violently, like a drunken man staggering. Its bald wings seemed to be pinned down by an invisible, colossal hand, struggling futilely to break free.
Seizing the opportunity, the yellow-robed girl leaped into the air, her blade sweeping across the Giant Bird's neck. The massive head detached from its body and crashed heavily to the ground.
The Giant Bird twitched a few times before falling completely still.
"Phew..." Lin Fan exhaled deeply, turning to Mo Xianxian and cupping his hands in a respectful bow. "Thank you, Immortal Maiden, for your timely rescue."
Mo Xianxian nodded curtly, acknowledging Lin Fan's earlier words of gratitude.
The yellow-robed girl stared at Mo Xianxian, her eyes widening in shock. "Mo Xianxian?"
Lin Fan's heart jolted. This is Mo Xianxian of Shangyin Mountain?
"You recognize me?" Mo Xianxian asked.
The yellow-robed girl bit her lip, as if considering how to answer.
Mo Xianxian shook her head dismissively and strode out of the room, heading in the direction of Xu Sanyan.
We can't stay here any longer. The stench of blood from the Giant Bird's corpse is overwhelming and will soon attract countless corpse demons. It's best to move on immediately.
The girl in the yellow dress gave Lin Fan a perfunctory bow. "Hey, thanks! I'm Zuoqiu Yi. What's your name?"
"Lin Fan."
"What a plain name," Zuoqiu Yi said with a hint of disdain.
Lin Fan couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes and awkwardly scratched his head. He'd met plenty of beautiful women before, but this girl stirred something different in him, a strange and inexplicable feeling.
Could this be... love at first sight?
Or... just lust at first sight?
"Which sect are you from?" Zuoqiu Yi asked casually.
Without hesitation, Lin Fan replied, "The Harmonious Heart Holy Sect."
Zuoqiu Yi froze, turning to scrutinize him from head to toe with a peculiar gaze that made Lin Fan uneasy.
"A warm-hearted person like you in the demonic sect?" Zuoqiu Yi asked, her voice filled with disbelief.
She didn't have any strong opinions about the demonic sect members, mainly because she had never encountered them before.
Lin Fan lowered his gaze, thinking, It's not entirely out of kindness. I have other motives too...
(End of the Chapter)
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