Chapter 1105: Chapter 1105

"You smell a girl? Where?"

The scrawny man beside him, Old Huang, perked up at once. Evil cultivators were either merciless killers, depraved lechers, or both. These two clearly belonged to the latter.

"Heh. I might not have many talents, but this nose of mine never lies. That fragrance, sweet as orchids… isn't it exactly the scent of that delicate little girl?"

The bald brute licked his lips. "Ling Feng may not have shown up, but a beauty has. Old Huang, fortune smiles on us today!"

Old Huang smacked his lips and chuckled. "Baldy, since you spotted her first, you take the lead. I'll settle for second!"

"Why take turns? We can enjoy her together. Hehehe...."

They burst into lewd laughter, their minds already brimming with foul fantasies.

Before long, a girl in green robes appeared, walking briskly down a path overgrown with weeds. Her figure and face were flawless, a beauty without equal.

Baldy and Old Huang nearly popped their eyes from their sockets.

They had ruined more than a few maidens in their time, but never had they laid eyes on one of such rare quality!

Baldy rubbed his hands together and leapt out from behind the rocks. "Well now, where did this little lady come from? Come keep your Grandpa Bald company!"

Old Huang followed with a smirk, wiping drool from his lips. "Don't listen to that fool. We are refined gentlemen. I only wish to recite poetry with you beneath the moon."

The girl's expression turned cold. She drew her sword in a flash, glaring at the two lechers. "You are from the Blood God Cult?"

"Oh ho? You know about us?"

"What's this? Another evil cultivator drawn by our reputation, looking to join our sacred sect? Heh, not a problem! Grandpa Bald will examine you first to make sure you're the real deal. Once you pass, Grandpa Bald will personally recommend you myself!"

"Go examine your sister!"

With a sharp cry, her sword flared, unleashing a streak of sword qi.

Baldy felt a sudden chill between his legs and rolled aside in fright, cold sweat breaking across his brow. "What a fiery girl. But Grandpa Bald likes that even more!"

Grinning like a wolf, he lunged forward.

Though neither he nor Old Huang held high rank in the Blood God Cult, evil cultivators at the early stage were still stronger than ordinary cultivators of the same realm. The difference lay in the lightning tribulation. For them, breaking through to king-tier meant facing a storm of punishment far fiercer than what common cultivators endured.

Heaven's laws were unchanging. Evil cultivators gained strength through sinister means, but that same strength was crushed beneath the weight of the Heavenly Dao.

Few survived to reach the higher tiers. Those who did, however, were terrifying beyond measure. That was how the Evil Emperor of old, creator of the Blood Soul, once fought a dozen Great Emperors on his own.

After only a few exchanges, Baldy had seized the advantage. He toyed with the green-robed woman, amused by her struggles, and hadn't yet made a serious move.

The green-robed girl cursed, her sword moving faster and faster. Yet the gap in power was overwhelming. Baldy's strike slammed into her abdomen, shattering the elemental qi in her dantian.

"Hehe, little girl, you are a hundred years too early to fight your Grandpa Bald!"

He inhaled deeply, savoring her scent, and laughed in delight. "Heavens, such fortune! A beauty … are you trying to exhaust me to death?"

A cold voice cut through the air. "Don't worry about 'exhausting yourself', you should be more concerned about your life. It's about to end!"

Baldy froze. His body jerked back several steps, eyes wide with alarm.

In the next heartbeat, an icy edge swept across his neck. A line of blood opened.

His head soared through the air, struck the ground with a thud, and rolled to a stop at Old Huang's feet.

A figure in purple dropped from the sky and landed ten paces away, his eyes glinting with killing intent.

A stench followed after Old Huang collapsed to his knees.

It wasn't that Old Huang was afraid. The killing intent radiating from Ling Feng was heavy with the pressure of his Slaughterous Sword Will, so intense it felt almost solid. Even a seasoned evil cultivator like Old Huang couldn't withstand it.

"At least I made it in time."

Ling Feng let out a breath of relief and glanced back at Lin Xian'er. She was shaken but otherwise unharmed.

"Human Dao divine inscription, Memory Reading!"

Ling Feng's left eye shone. The Human Dao divine inscription condensed and fired a beam of light into Old Huang's mind.

A sharp crack split the air. Old Huang's skull burst apart, scattering blood and brain matter. Ling Feng had already ripped free the memories he needed.

With that knowledge, he could avoid countless detours.

Ling Feng stepped to her side. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he sent a stream of gentle wood-element qi into her body. Some color returned to her cheeks.

"Ling Feng…" Lin Xian'er bit her lip, gave him a fleeting glance, then turned away with a soft snort. Read complete versıon only at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾·𝗇𝖾𝗍

"I am sorry, Xian'er. I was wrong before. I never thought of how you felt. Will you come with me to rescue Master?" Ling Feng smiled bitterly as he spoke.

Lin Xian'er had expected him to scold her. She never thought he would say such words. Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she broke down crying.

Ling Feng froze. Had he said something wrong again?

Bringing her along or leaving her behind, either way seemed impossible. Women were far too troublesome!

For a while, Lin Xian'er noticed he still stood stiffly without moving. She cursed him in her heart. Was it so hard to offer a shoulder? Knowing his nature, she could only cast him a resentful glance, wipe her tears, and snap, "Stupid Ling Feng, you really are an idiot!"

Ling Feng sighed. "Stay close behind me."

With that, he turned and strode into the depths of the Wind-Burial Plains...