Yang Yuhai chased desperately after the scattering villagers.
Cursing under his breath, he berated them for being so disobedient—refusing to obediently sit on the ground and wait for him to kill them.
It forced him, Captain Yang, to laboriously pursue each one.
He had just pulled his blade out of a sturdy young man’s body when out of the corner of his eye, a striking figure appeared at the ancestral hall’s entrance.
He turned his head sharply, his piggy eyes widening in shock.
The very female demon he had been lusting after—the one he treated as nothing more than a plaything beneath him—had broken free from the Fuyao Wang.
In her hand was a blood-red short dagger, and her eyes burned with hatred as she stared at him.
The next moment, she stepped forward.
Her steps seemed small, yet she closed the distance between them in an instant.
Panic surged in Yang Yuhai’s heart.
His earlier humiliation of her had been purely because he had the advantage of the Fuyao Wang.
The Fuyao Wang was an invention of a great master from the Demon-Slaying Bureau, embedded with suppressing talismans that could immobilize minor demons at the Body Tempering Stage.
This snake demon was only at the Body Tempering Stage. Caught off guard by his ambush, she was trapped by the Fuyao Wang and at his mercy.
He had never expected her to break free.
Yang Yuhai instantly felt the end of days approaching.
He couldn’t even defeat Yu Honglian, let alone Lin Xue—the one who killed Yu Honglian.
Ignoring the remaining villagers, he spun on his heel and fled, cursing his parents for not giving him more legs.
He hadn’t taken more than a few steps when a fragrant breeze reached his nose, accompanied by a sweet female voice in his ear:
“Captain, why are you running? Didn’t you want to play with me? Come on, let’s have some fun.”
Under normal circumstances, hearing such a soft, melodious voice would have made his knees weak.
But now, the voice sounded like the trumpet of death, the call of the underworld, the chains of the soul-harvesting wardens.
Yang Yuhai’s hair stood on end.
He knew running was useless.
Yu Honglian moved so fast through the blood mist that even this demoness could catch up. What chance did he have of escaping her?
He turned around and knelt down with a thud, bowing his head and kowtowing rapidly, begging for mercy:
“Grandmother demoness, I, Yang Yuhai, was blind and didn’t recognize your greatness. It’s my fault, I apologize. Please spare my life. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you!”
He saw the small, exquisite, shimmering jade feet he had just licked standing before him.
“Oh? You’ll give me anything? What treasures do you have on you?” the sweet voice asked.
A spark of hope ignited in Yang Yuhai’s heart.
After all, he had only caught her with the Fuyao Wang, licked her small feet, touched her a few times, and spoken disrespectfully. He hadn’t done anything too extreme.
After killing that female demon, she took the Storage Pouches from Wang Fan, Da Zhuang, Lao Hei, and the others—poor folks—showing she was greedy. Maybe if he offered her money, she’d let him go.
Better to lose some wealth today to avoid disaster, then report to his elders to capture this demoness and reward himself. Sooner or later, she’d still be his plaything beneath him.
He hurriedly raised his Wind-Slaying Treasure Blade with both hands and said, “This Zhanfeng is a quality magic weapon, imbued with triple enchantments. Today, I offer it to Grandmother.”
Lin Xue looked at Yang Yuhai kneeling and begging before her, disgusted and wanting nothing more than to stab him through, but hearing he was willing to hand over his possessions in exchange for his life, she suppressed the impulse to kill him outright.
She decided to squeeze the contents of his Storage Pouch first.
After all, she didn’t know how to open Storage Pouches by force.
If she killed him immediately, she’d have to destroy the pouch to get the contents—too wasteful.
A Storage Pouch was invaluable for carrying things.
On full alert against any desperate tricks, she cautiously picked up the long blade.
The Wind-Slaying Treasure Blade was a two-handed sword with a sheath, about four feet long, with a magnificent blade set with jewels.
She drew the sword and attempted to probe the blade with her demonic energy.
As expected, the familiar problem occurred—her demonic energy circled on the surface but could not penetrate.
Lin Xue snorted coldly and asked, “Are you lying to me?”
Yang Yuhai’s face paled, quickly kowtowing, “Grandmother, your grandson dares not lie to you!”
Lin Xue swung the Wind-Slaying Treasure Blade a few times, sneering, “You said this sword has enchantments. Why can’t I unleash them?”
Yang Yuhai cried out in protest, “Grandmother, you wrong your grandson. This quality magic weapon can be set with a restriction so only the owner can wield it. I forgot to remove the restriction, so you can’t release its enchantments. Please give me the sword first; I will remove the restriction immediately, then you can set your own.”
So that was it!
Lin Xue suddenly understood.
No wonder she couldn’t open or use the Storage Pouches and weapons she had obtained—they were all sealed.
The restriction was like a password on a Blue Star phone. The owner could unlock and use it freely; others couldn’t, and would have a useless brick.
For example, she had only been able to use Blood Fiend and Zhanfeng as ordinary blades.
She tossed the Wind-Slaying Treasure Blade back to Yang Yuhai.
Yang Yuhai took it and, after a few breaths, respectfully returned it with both hands.
Lin Xue probed with her demonic energy again. This time, it flowed smoothly, connecting with the blade.
She sensed a location inside the blade where, if she infused her demonic energy, the sword would recognize her as its master.
She successfully set her own restriction.
Simultaneously, she felt the three enchantments on the blade, now ready for her command.
From this moment on, the Wind-Slaying Treasure Blade belonged to her.
Nodding in satisfaction, Lin Xue asked Yang Yuhai, “Anything else?”
Yang Yuhai pulled out the Protective Jade Talisman hanging from his neck and said, “Grandmother, this is my personal protective treasure. Once charged with spiritual power, it can block several fatal attacks. Your grandson offers it to you.”
Lin Xue seized the talisman with joy.
The female demon’s earlier attack on Yang Yuhai had been stopped by this talisman.
It was a valuable item. Used alongside the Demon-Suppressing Robe, it could add several layers of protection.
The talisman’s restriction had already been removed by Yang Yuhai; she could use it immediately.
She tucked the talisman inside her Daoist Robe and ordered, “Continue.”
Yang Yuhai helplessly pulled out his Storage Pouch from his waist and said, “Grandmother, this is my Storage Pouch. The restriction has been lifted, and everything inside I offer to you.”
Lin Xue beamed.
She took the pouch and channeled her demonic energy to probe inside.
Instantly, a cubic space appeared in her mind—a small warehouse-sized storage.
Inside were some gold and silver treasures, several hundred green jade stones of various sizes, dozens of jars of wine, some fresh fruits and cooked meats, a carriage with two wooden horses, dozens of luxurious garments, and some daily necessities.
She locked her will onto any item, and it could be drawn out of the space at will.
Lin Xue was amazed.
This was practically a mobile warehouse.
With this, delivering takeout or parcels would be a breeze—
Ah, nonsense! How petty of her to even think about delivering takeout after transmigrating!
Lin Xue sneered at herself.
She hung the Storage Pouch at her waist and looked down at Yang Yuhai kneeling, asking, “Anything else?”
Tears streaming, Yang Yuhai took off a Teleportation Ring from his hand and offered it, voice trembling, “This was given by my mother as a life-saving treasure. It has a teleportation enchantment that can transport the wearer to a random location within five hundred li. I lack the cultivation to use it, so I offer it to you today.”
Lin Xue was overjoyed. She took the ring and probed it with demonic energy.
Sure enough, the ring had three enchantments.
First, teleportation, requiring Qi Refining Middle Stage or above, consuming the user’s spiritual power to transport them to a random spot within five hundred li. Usable once per month.
Second, transformation, allowing the ring to freely change size and color to fit the wearer’s finger and preference.
No cultivation requirement, just spiritual power. Unlimited uses.
Third, storage, with a small storage space inside, only a few cubic units in size.
No cultivation requirement, unlimited uses.
Seeing these three enchantments, Lin Xue was ecstatic.
The other two enchantments were nice, but the first was an escape godsend.
In danger, instantly teleport away—it was like an extra life.
Even more exciting, inside the ring’s storage space were a dozen or so books and some medicine bottles.
Right now, the thing she wanted most was cultivation techniques.
Yang Yuhai came from a Foundational Establishment Family, so his family’s techniques must be formidable.
If she absorbed all these cultivation manuals into her system and learned them as she gained experience, she might even reach Foundation Establishment!
She resolved to find some free time later to read all the manuals.
She put the ring on her finger and transformed it to fit perfectly.
Then she scolded Yang Yuhai, frowning, “Still squeezing out treasures? What else do you have? Bring it all out!”
Yang Yuhai nearly burst into tears, kowtowing, “Grandson has already handed over all his treasures. There really is nothing else.”
Lin Xue sized him up from head to toe.
It was clear he had been completely emptied except for the clothes on his back.
She pulled out the dozen or so medicine bottles from the ring’s storage and tossed them before him.
“Tell me, what are these medicines for?”
Yang Yuhai knelt, pointing at each bottle in turn.
“This bottle of Green Jade Essence Balm is our family’s traditional healing salve, good for treating external wounds.”
“This Jade Spirit Rejuvenation Pill heals internal injuries and restores vitality.”
“This Sevenfold Resurrection Pill is a miracle drug; take one when near death to prolong life.”
After describing the healing medicines, he stopped, hesitating before the remaining ten or so bottles.
Lin Xue tapped his chubby face with the Wind-Slaying Treasure Blade, “Go on, why did you stop?”
Yang Yuhai braced himself and pointed to the remaining bottles.
“This is the Everlasting Gold Spear Pill. One pill keeps a man strong all night, able to handle several women without softening.”
“This is Enthralling Powder. A spoonful mixed into someone’s food can incapacitate them for over ten hours, rendering them completely helpless.”
“This is Jade Maiden’s Enchantment. One pill turns even the most chaste woman into a… slut. The effect can only be lifted after being with a man.”
…
Listening to Yang Yuhai list these scandalous household remedies as if they were treasures, Lin Xue was dumbfounded.
This damn dog really lived a decadent life.
Apparently, he didn’t hold back in abusing virtuous women.
Thinking back to her previous life on Blue Star, where she had lived over twenty years as Xiao Chunan and had barely held a girl’s hand, Lin Xue’s indignation flared.
She returned all the scandalous medicines to the ring, keeping only the healing pills.
She ordered, “Open these bottles and take a bit of each.”
Yang Yuhai was stunned, knowing she didn’t trust him and feared he would tamper with the medicines.
He opened each bottle, took a small dose, and swallowed it, then smiled ingratiatingly, “Grandmother, rest assured, the medicines are all fine. Your grandson wouldn’t lie to you.”
Seeing him remain unchanged after taking the medicines, Lin Xue relaxed.
She returned the healing medicines to the ring, drew the Wind-Slaying Treasure Blade from its sheath, and said, “Well done, good grandson. Now you may travel in peace.”
Yang Yuhai’s face turned pale with shock.
He glared at Lin Xue with fury and shouted, “Grandmother demoness, I’ve given you everything I have. Can’t you spare my life?”
Lin Xue sneered, “Good grandson, even if I kill you, I’ll get all these treasures anyway. They belong to me. How can you use my things to buy your life?”
Yang Yuhai was stunned, never expecting Lin Xue to be so ruthless.
He trembled and pointed at her, stammering, “Y-you… you don’t play fair!”
Lin Xue snorted coldly, “Captain Yang, when you killed Zhang Zongnian and massacred this village’s people, did you ever play fair?”
Yang Yuhai shook all over.
He broke down completely, screaming in despair, jumping up with outstretched hands, lunging at Lin Xue: “Demoness, I’ll fight you to the death!”
Lin Xue didn’t even glance at him.
She raised Zhanfeng and effortlessly stabbed him through.
Then she used the blade to pin him to the ground.
Yang Yuhai lay there, spitting blood, clutching the blade with his hands.
His fat body writhed like a dying toad.
Watching his pitiful struggles, recalling his insults against her, his cruelty to Zhang Zongnian, and the massacre he wrought on innocent villagers—destroying countless families—her hatred remained unrelenting.
She pressed her foot onto his bloated face and said, “Good grandson, you like licking my feet, don’t you? Come, I’ll let you lick to your heart’s content!”
Her foot pressed harder.
A muffled crack sounded:
“Slap—!”
Yang Yuhai’s head shattered like a watermelon, blood and brain matter spilling everywhere.
He ceased struggling, motionless.
The interface appeared before Lin Xue, displaying a line of text:
“Killed Qi Refining Second Level cultivator. Experience gained: 30 points.”
Lin Xue exhaled deeply, rubbed her foot on Yang Yuhai’s clothes to wipe off the filth, then tucked Zhanfeng and the Blood Fiend Magic Blade into her Storage Pouch.
Turning, she strode swiftly toward the ancestral hall.
Not enough, stab a sword into his anus, and to prevent his disgusting screams from bothering others – throw him into a hidden cave to die slowly. And if possible, chain or completely destroy his soul after death to prevent such a beast from ever reincarnating
He deserves all the pain, suffocation, loneliness, loss of hope and helpless realisation of death for all the suffering and heinous crimes he has done to others. That ‘thing’ can not be treated as human