novelapdf Chapter 249 The Holy Maiden Poisoned by Love! She Will Never Become a Furnace
Chapter 249 The Holy Maiden Poisoned by Love! She Will Never Become a Furnace
The young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect delivered a powerful punch that grazed the edge of her zither's neck.
The powerful recoil force traveled along the piano body to her hands.
Lin Miaoyin felt a sharp pain in the bones of both arms.
The skin and flesh at the base of the thumb were violently ripped open.
Crimson blood dripped from his fingertips, staining the already mottled pipa soundboard.
She gritted her teeth and used the momentum to slide backward several feet.
Continuing to waste time here will only lead to exhaustion of spiritual energy and capture.
Lin Miaoyin forcefully suppressed the surging blood in her chest.
She reached into her storage bag and pulled out the only three high-level Thunderfire Pearls she had left.
After activating his spiritual power, he threw all three expensive consumables at the feet of the young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
A series of violent explosions sent three blinding pillars of fire rising from the ground.
Thick smoke mixed with flying debris obscured the view of that area.
Taking this opportunity, Lin Miaoyin channeled all the remaining spiritual energy in her body into her legs.
She transformed into a dark, afterimage-like figure and raced towards the outer perimeter of the ruins without looking back.
The young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect stood in the center of the still-hot sea of fire.
He raised his long sleeve and waved it twice in front of him, fanning away all the choking dust.
He watched the figure fleeing between the cliffs but did not immediately set off to chase after it.
The arrogant smile on his face, as if he were in complete control, grew stronger.
He slowly raised his right hand, which was covered by armor.
A strange pink pill, about the size of a fingernail, was held between two fingers.
With a slight exertion of his fingers, he crushed the pill into a fine powder.
The powder dissolves and disappears quickly upon contact with air.
Following the violently churning spiritual energy currents that surged as Lin Miaoyin fled, it followed her and adhered to her Taoist robe.
Lin Miaoyin flew desperately among the intricate cliffs and stone pillars.
The whistling wind swept past my ears.
She had barely escaped for less than ten miles when she noticed something was wrong with her body.
An unnatural, scorching stream of air rose from the deepest part of the dantian.
The heat surged upwards along the eight extraordinary meridians, reaching deep into the mind.
Her breathing became extremely rapid and unusually hot.
Each inhalation is accompanied by an unbearable feeling of dryness.
The scenery in front of me began to appear as overlapping and illusory images.
The pure Yin spiritual power that she had originally had absolute control over became scattered and completely uncontrollable.
She had studied in the Hehuan Sect for many years and was very familiar with the various dual cultivation principles.
This symptom of being able to shut down one's mind without any warning is definitely caused by being poisoned by the high-level lust poison unique to the Heavenly Demon Sect.
Lin Miaoyin bit her full red lips tightly until she tasted the rusty, bloody flavor.
She would never allow herself to become a vessel to be manipulated at will by others.
She decisively raised her right hand and used her fingernail to forcefully scratch a cut on the tip of her left index finger.
She pressed her bleeding fingertips against the surface of the strings, which had been coated with a bone-corroding toxin.
A trace amount of the deadly toxin from the bone decayed flowed back into the body through the wound.
An extremely intense pain, mixed with a sinister chill, exploded in his blood.
Two completely different toxins were fighting fiercely in the meridians.
Despite the excruciating pain that most people could hardly bear, she stubbornly held onto the last vestige of clarity before she was about to succumb to the disease.
The combination of being poisoned by aphrodisiacs and having her spiritual energy depleted greatly slowed down her escape speed.
Lin Miaoyin immediately changed her escape strategy of hiding her tracks.
She deliberately removed the last bit of concealing magic from her body.
He deliberately rammed his body into several tall, conspicuous, and dilapidated stone tablets by the roadside.
The roar of the collapsing stone tablet carried far through the deathly silent ruins.
She was trying to use this crude method to attract other monks wandering in the nearby ruins.
She could find a glimmer of hope in the chaos by thoroughly stirring up the water.
The continuous vibrations indeed attracted the attention of several groups of independent cultivators not far away.
Seven or eight Foundation Establishment Peak rogue cultivators dressed in the attire of the Haoran Sword Sect and the Ziyun Pavilion peeked out from behind the ruins.
This group of people were originally low-level elites who were trying their luck in this secondary treasure land.
When they saw who the woman who was stumbling towards them was, their expressions varied.
Lin Miaoyin's cheeks flushed abnormally due to the strong suppression of the love poison.
Her usual aloof and unapproachable demeanor was greatly diminished at this moment.
Instead, it exudes a sense of weakness and coquetry.
These righteous rogue cultivators not only failed to step forward to offer assistance.
Their eyes, on the contrary, blazed with undisguised lewdness and greed.
The seven or eight people spread out in formation with perfect understanding.
They trapped Lin Miaoyin firmly in a dead end surrounded by piles of rubble.
"Senior Brother Zhang, look over there is Her Highness the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect, who usually looks down on everyone else."
A short, stout cultivator from the Purple Cloud Pavilion rubbed his hands together with a smile on his face.
"What incredible luck we brothers have had today!"
The disciple of the Haoran Sword Sect, addressed as Senior Brother Zhang, slowly walked forward carrying his long sword.
"Isn't this the famously pure and virtuous Saintess Lin from the cultivation world?"
"Why are you behaving like a wildcat in heat today, running around everywhere?"
He deliberately raised his voice a few decibels so that the people around him could hear him clearly.
"Since we are all righteous allies, it is our duty to help Saintess Lin quell her anger."
Lin Miaoyin slumped down, leaning against a huge, moss-covered rock.
She was trembling uncontrollably, and the aphrodisiac seemed to have drained her of the strength to stand.
Three points were inspired by this group of hypocritical sanctimonious people.
Seven parts of her will was being consumed by the increasingly intense evil fire within her body.
She wanted to lift the broken pipa that had been with her for many years and play a few more notes.
But my weak and sore fingers simply wouldn't obey my commands.
She could only watch helplessly as the group of hideous rogue cultivators tightened their encirclement step by step.
This feeling of helplessness, of being down on her luck and being bullied, made her feel suffocated like never before.
Just as the short, stout monk reached out his filthy hand to grab Lin Miaoyin's ankle...
A deafening thunderclap echoed from the thick clouds overhead.
The young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect plummeted from the sky with a piercing whooshing sound.
His black combat boots, covered in magical patterns, slammed heavily into the very center of the encirclement.
The berserk demonic pressure of the late-stage Core Formation peak spread indiscriminately outwards along the ground.
He didn't even glance at those so-called righteous elites.
With a casual wave of his right hand, he unleashed a fan-shaped wave of dark air.
The three Foundation Establishment Peak cultivators at the very front didn't even have time to scream.
It was then torn into a jumbled mess of flesh and blood by that overwhelming force.
The remaining few rogue cultivators were so frightened that they scrambled and fled to the outer perimeter.
Severed limbs, along with warm blood, fell onto the surrounding rubble.
The young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect stepped on that layer of sticky, fleshy bits.
The black and gold combat boots made a heart-stopping, heavy sound as they stepped on the stone slabs.
He approached his prey, step by step, hiding beneath the boulder.
He looked down at Lin Miaoyin's phoenix eyes, which were gradually losing focus due to the poison of love.
His face was filled with the extreme arrogance of a victor.
Keep running!
"Why did you stop running?"
"In the face of absolute power, your supposedly clever calculations are nothing more than adding to my enjoyment of taming you."
The young master's words transformed into the sharpest knife in the world, repeatedly cutting into Lin Miaoyin's shattered self-esteem.