novelapdf Chapter 244 Drawing Circles with Fingertips! The Boss Says It's None of His Business
Chapter 244 Drawing Circles with Fingertips! The Boss Says It's None of His Business
Mo Chengyue's pupils contracted slightly, then returned to normal.
"A chase battle at the peak of the late Core Formation stage, one fleeing for their life and the other pursuing, has been going on for quite some time."
He put down the kettle, his tone as calm as if he were describing the weather today.
"The direction of movement is roughly northwest, and it will not pass through our location."
As Yu Jianhuan listened to the intermittent roar of spiritual energy, she twisted her waist in her rose-purple dress.
Leaning against Mo Chengyue's broad shoulders as if boneless, she narrowed her phoenix eyes and stared at the faint pink light.
Her nails, painted with henna, lightly traced Mo Chengyue's chest, her voice languid yet tinged with inquiry.
"Junior brother, the more I listen to this spiritual energy fluctuation mixed with musical vibrations, the more familiar it sounds."
Her fingertips drew a circle on his lapel.
"Why do they seem to be from our Hehuan Sect?"
Mo Chengyue's gaze returned from the southeastern horizon to Yu Jianhuan's phoenix eyes, which gleamed with shrewdness.
This woman's intuition has always been ridiculously accurate.
But his eyes showed no emotion.
He reached out and put his arm around Yu Jianhuan's shoulder, gently pressing her closer to him with his palm, his tone revealing an uncompromising coldness.
Whether they are from the Hehuan Sect or not is none of our business.
"If it doesn't concern me, I'll stay out of it."
His gaze swept straight across the three women's faces, speaking slowly and deliberately.
"Who cares who's hitting, who cares who's running away."
"The only hard truth is that we can leave this meat grinder ruin alive and well with the four of you."
Su Qingying pursed her lips, and the scabbard of the Jade Spirit Sword trembled slightly on her lap before falling silent.
Jin Qiaoqiao lowered her phoenix eyes and did not express her opinion, but her lips were tightly pursed, clearly indicating that she also agreed with this judgment.
Yu Jianhuan rolled her eyes coquettishly as he pressed her shoulder against that warm, large hand and listened to his cold-blooded philosophy of survival.
"Alright, alright, the boss's word is law."
Mo Chengyue smiled slightly, patted Yu Jianhuan's shoulder, and stood up.
"Let's go, while the fighting over there is so intense, nobody's paying attention to this area."
"Let's follow the shadow of the left-hand stone wall. Once we reach the hills on the other side, we'll be completely out of the core area's radiation zone."
The four rearranged themselves into a marching formation and stealthily moved along the enormous shadow cast by the towering stone wall.
The concealment talisman compressed their aura to the extreme.
Even if a master in the late stage of Core Formation passed by, it would be difficult to detect at first glance that four lives were hidden in this shadow.
Mo Chengyue walked at the very front, his steps steady.
He didn't look southeast again from beginning to end.
And at the edge of the sky, which he had already decided was none of his business, the rhythmic vibrations of pink spiritual energy were rapidly weakening.
A blood-soaked figure staggered and fell as the dark demonic energy relentlessly pursued him, but gritted his teeth and forced himself to raise the tattered spiritual energy shield.
Dragging his burning, agonizing body, he desperately fled northwest.
The figure tightly clutched a cracked Heavenly Demon Pipa in its arms, the blood spilling from the corner of its mouth instantly dispersed by the fierce winds from the high altitude.
In her hazy state of consciousness, she didn't know why the face of her long-dead, invisible junior brother kept appearing in her mind.
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Rewind to an unknown period of time, to the Valley of Broken Souls.
The strange phenomenon in mid-air drew away the greedy gazes of most of the high-level cultivators in the ruins.
Lin Miaoyin hid in that narrow cave and escaped the bloody storm.
As she listened to the sound of something cutting through the air gradually subside, she quietly slid out from the crevice in the rocks.
They moved towards the spiritually depleted periphery of the ruins.
There was not a moment of peace on the road of escape.
She glanced down at the magnificent red dress she was wearing, a symbol of dignity for the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect.
The elaborate skirt became the most fatal burden in the dense thicket of thorns.
Even a slight touch will leave traces of spiritual energy fluctuations.
She gritted her teeth, grabbed the edge of her skirt, and tore it open, creating a long slit in the fabric that was comparable to a mid-level magic weapon.
The skirt, now missing its hem, revealed her fair calves covered in mud, and she was no longer the haughty enchantress she usually was.
This person, who used to be a severe germaphobe who would frown for half a day if even the hem of her skirt got a speck of dust, now bent down and grabbed a handful of mud and ash mixed with blood.
She didn't hesitate to smear the pungent mud on her beautiful cheeks and collarbone.
In this hellish arena shrouded in death, beauty is no longer a weapon, but a deadly poison.
She had to eke out a living.
As we approached an abandoned stone forest with its ruins and broken walls, a fishy, pungent smell wafted in the wind.
Lin Miaoyin immediately crouched down and hid in the shadow of a boulder, suppressing her breathing to the lowest possible frequency.
Five intelligent demonic beast scouts came into view in a loose formation, exhaling murky white vapor as they searched for the scent of their prey.
Instead of resorting to her magic weapon to fight head-on, she quietly moved a few pebbles around her.
Following the fragments of the array she remembered, she used the shadows of the terrain to set up a simple illusion array.
The leading monster had barely stepped into the area when its steps became erratic and it began to roar violently.
The other four demonic beasts immediately lost their footing and completely disoriented.
Lin Miaoyin lurked in the shadows like a ghost, her face cold as she plucked the broken pipa with its strings snapped in her bosom.
Although one main string is missing, the sound waves of "Tianmo Yin Sha Po Lang" still flow out from the fingertips.
The invisible sonic blades rippled through the air, silently slicing across the necks of the demonic beasts.
The precise cut caused blood to splatter like a fountain onto the blue stone slab.
The five demonic beasts didn't even have a chance to struggle before their massive bodies collapsed to the ground.
She stepped forward, pulled out a dagger, and skillfully cut open the flesh, scooping out the scalding hot demon cores.
She then took out a porcelain bottle and sprinkled the corpse-dissolving powder evenly onto the remains.
The bloodstains and bones on the ground turned into a pool of yellow water amidst the pungent blue smoke, leaving not a single clue.
Lin Miaoyin stared blankly at the still-warm trophy in her hand.
This is the kind of behavior that involves killing someone and then scattering their ashes.
Unconsciously, I picked up the habits of that timid and cowardly junior brother.
She chuckled self-deprecatingly, put the demon core into her storage bag, and continued on her way.
Deep within the underground river, where countless years have passed, the sound of dripping water echoes between the rock walls.
Two lone demon soldiers emerged from behind the stalactites and blocked her path.
The two demon generals exchanged a malicious glance at Lin Miaoyin, who was alone and dressed in rags.
They saw this as an easy target, their eyes filled only with greed for robbery and sexual exploitation.
"Brother, look at this young lady. Although her face is covered in mud, her figure is quite rare in these ruins."
One of them was rubbing his hands together, laughing in a very lewd way.
Lin Miaoyin deliberately hunched her back, pretending to be weak and exhausted from spiritual energy, and staggered backward step by step.
Those pupils hidden beneath the disheveled hair were as cold as frost, showing no fear whatsoever.
"Gentlemen, spare my life! You can have everything in my storage bag."
Her voice trembled, perfectly capturing the desperation of a prey with nowhere to run.
The moment the two demonic cultivators laughed loudly and relaxed their guard, they were completely within three feet of her.
Lin Miaoyin stopped pretending, and an eerie pink glow surged in her eyes.
The Great Free Goddess's Enchanting Technique poured out with a soul-tearing force, directly flooding into the minds of the two.
The two demonic cultivators froze in their tracks, their souls momentarily stunned, the lewd smiles still lingering on their faces.
Lin Miaoyin's hands flew, forming intricate hand seals, and the "Heavenly Demon Dance Entangling Silk Hand" erupted.
The rose-purple spiritual energy threads, like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, burrowed into their bodies through their seven orifices, tightly tightening their heart meridians.
Before even a scream could be heard, the two lifeless, dried-up corpses collapsed heavily to the ground, turning into a pile of bones.
She bent down and pulled out a tattered map of the outer perimeter of the ruins from the demonic cultivator's body.
The area marked with red cinnabar, indicating several high-value opportunities, exuded an alluring attraction.
She stretched out her blood-stained fingernails and scratched away all the red dots, leaving no trace of greed.
A crowded and conspicuous place would only lead to her death, so she specifically chose a secluded and deserted ruin as her next exploration route.