novelapdf Chapter 267 4 Stunning Beauty Pays Off
Chapter 267 4 Stunning Beauty Pays Off
Although Lin Miaoyin was severely weakened by the poison of lust, her keen insight, characteristic of a prodigy of the Hehuan Sect, had not disappeared.
She clearly sensed from the unusually restrained and tolerant reactions of these three stunning beauties a kind of unspoken understanding that could only be felt.
This atmosphere did not make her feel embarrassed or angry about being ostracized when she first entered someone else's territory.
On the contrary, she found herself, in a peculiar way, a core member of this secretive circle.
Deep within her heart, a sense of belonging, grounded and real, arose within this cannibalistic wasteland.
"The sisters looked very kind, which made Miaoyin feel a sense of kinship, as if we had known each other for a long time."
Lin Miaoyin leaned against Mo Chengyue's chest and took the initiative to speak, breaking the strange silence that had lasted for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.
Upon hearing this, Yu Jianhuan couldn't help but cover her mouth and let out a charming laugh.
"Our high and mighty Holy Maiden, after surviving a brush with death, speaks in a much more pleasant tone than before."
Seeing that the gunpowder hadn't started to burn, Mo Chengyue carefully put Lin Miaoyin down.
Let her sit steadily on the smooth bluestone that had long been washed clean by the flood.
He sat down cross-legged beside her, casually picking up a dry twig and poking at the orange glow of the campfire in front of him.
"Don't stand here in the cold wind. Now that the person has been saved, let's sit down and discuss the next steps."
Jin Qiaoqiao walked gracefully to the campfire and sat down, the firelight making her long, colorful hair look exceptionally beautiful.
"I have truly seen the extent of your ancient dual cultivation method today."
Su Qingying placed the Jade Spirit Sword on her lap and raised her clear, cold eyes to look at the woman opposite her who was wearing a men's robe.
"Who is to blame for your injuries and that deadly love poison?"
Upon hearing this question, intense hatred welled up in Lin Miaoyin's eyes, and her hands unconsciously clenched the edges of her robe.
"It's that young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect. He pretended to protect me all the way in order to seize the highest inheritance fragment of my Joyful Union Sect."
She leaned on Mo Chengyue's shoulder, her voice filled with weakness and resentment after surviving such a close call.
"Under the guise of healing, he hid an extremely insidious mind-controlling powder in the core of the top-grade healing pill he gave me, attempting to turn me into a puppet that only knows how to obey orders."
Mo Chengyue poked at the fire with a dry twig in his hand, his tone lazy and snobbish.
"Senior sister has learned her lesson this time. The free benefits in these ruins often come with the most deadly price tag. She should be smarter in the future."
Yu Jianhuan's rose-colored dress swayed gently in the firelight as she continued to mock the fallen saintess, picking up where Mo Chengyue left off.
"That's why our junior brother is more reliable. He never plays dirty tricks. He always puts out a price for any benefits he wants, and he calculates everything cleanly, including the person and their heart."
The amount of information hidden in those words was so great that Lin Miaoyin looked at Yu Jianhuan with a sense of shared misfortune and understanding.
"But then again, he's got some nerve, daring to confront the young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect, who's at the peak of the late Core Formation stage."
Lin Miaoyin turned to look at Mo Chengyue's profile, her eyes filled with undisguised infatuation and admiration.
"You've taken my money to solve my problems, and now you owe me interest on my life. I can't let this huge investment go to waste."
Mo Chengyue shrugged and described this heroic act of rescuing a damsel in distress as a sure-fire business deal.
Su Qingying was already used to his extremely selfish remarks. She simply took out a water bottle from her storage bag and handed it to Lin Miaoyin.
"Drink some water to soothe your throat. Although the smell of blood has been cleaned up, we can't stay here for long."
The five spent several rare and peaceful days in a secluded cave.
Lin Miaoyin sat cross-legged on the flat bluestone slab and slowly practiced breathing exercises.
She thoroughly refined the immense pure Yang spiritual power she had gained through dual cultivation into her eight extraordinary meridians.
This domineering force not only eliminated the last trace of hidden danger left by the love poison.
Furthermore, her damaged meridians were widened and reshaped.
Taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, her cultivation level was completely stabilized at the peak of the late Core Formation stage.
The Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect slowly opened her eyes from her deep meditation.
The previously unrestrained spiritual light around her was now completely contained within her dantian.
The usually aloof and icy face had lost some of its coldness that kept people at a distance.
Instead, her eyes and brows revealed a touch of gentleness and tenderness befitting a young woman.
Mo Chengyue crushed the last warning array talisman, which was shimmering with a faint light, in his palm.
He clapped his hands, announcing the official end of the long rest period of the past few days.
This hastily assembled team prepared to break camp and continue their advance into the heart of the ruins to the east.
Mo Chengyue stood at the cave entrance, looking at the four top female cultivators before him, each with unparalleled beauty and a unique temperament.
They were each tidying up their robes and the pills in their storage bags.
An utterly absurd illusion arose in his usually calculating mind.
This doesn't feel like living a precarious existence in some ancient, dangerous place.
This entourage looks like a luxury tour group with an all-star lineup, going sightseeing.
The group embarked once again on that desolate journey covered with dark red sand and gravel.
Their advancing formation underwent a very subtle change without them even realizing it.
Mo Chengyue was still responsible for leading the way, using the Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique to detect any hidden dangers.
Lin Miaoyin, who had just recovered from a serious illness, naturally occupied the safe center position in the group.
Yu Jianhuan, Jin Qiaoqiao, and Su Qingying all subtly protected her in the middle.
Although no one expressed their concern openly.
But after that night of unspoken, honest conversation...
These four women have formed an unspoken, secret network of understanding.
The next half-day's itinerary was surprisingly smooth and uneventful.
The high-level demonic beasts that were expected to go berserk and pounce at the smell of blood were nowhere to be seen.
Those demonic cultivators and hypocrites who always liked to hide in the shadows and do dirty work have all disappeared without a trace.
This area of the ruins seems to have been granted a truce by some ancient powerful being.
Along the way, there was only a whistling breeze and those withered spiritual herbs stubbornly swaying in the crevices of the rocks.
The group walked along the steep mountain wall past a precipitous and secluded cliff.
In the deep valley, the thick sea of clouds churned and rolled endlessly under the blowing of the gale.
The thick clouds refracted the pale sunlight from above, creating a dazzling array of colors.
This kind of stunning scenery could only be seen in the spiritually rich areas behind the sect.
It stood out starkly from the ruins filled with death and ancient malevolent energy.
Five desperate outlaws who teeter on the edge of life and death every day.
For the first time ever, they stopped their hurried journey.
Everyone stood side by side on the edge of the cliff, pausing to appreciate this rare moment of tranquility.
In this extremely relaxing and tranquil atmosphere.
The everyday frictions within the team also became full of human warmth and relatability.
Yu Jianhuan and Jin Qiaoqiao, these natural rivals, have once again started their bickering mode, neither willing to give in.
Their argument unexpectedly escalated from arguing over who would own Mo Chengyue.
It absurdly degraded the discussion to trivial matters like who has the better cooking skills.
"You think your charred remains, roasted with demonic fire, deserve to be called food?"
"I think you're just a useless princess in the Peacock Clan who only knows how to give orders."
Yu Jianhuan swayed in her eye-catching rose-purple dress.
Her slender fingers, painted with nail polish, tapped lightly in mid-air.
She launched a scathing attack on the demon princess without holding back.
"The ginseng and black bone soup that I stewed yesterday was completely drunk by my junior brother."
"If you're willing to learn, I wouldn't mind teaching you a couple of tricks."
Upon hearing this, Jin Qiaoqiao defiantly raised her snow-white chin.
The seven-colored ahoge (antenna-like hair) on her head, which signified her royal status, then stood up slightly.
"Your human cultivators' cooking process is tedious and the food is utterly unpalatable."
"I used the most primordial flame to lock in the blood essence of the high-level spirit beast."
"That's called authentic wild delicacy."