Chapter 259: A Mere Lesser Demon Clan

"You! Why are you..."

Huang Xingming whipped his head around, his jaw dropping as he stared at Lan Qingyou. She still had two gaping holes in her body, and blood continued to trickle from the corner of her mouth.

Everything looked exactly as it had right before he violently kicked her away.

The only difference was that Lan Qingyou was now floating half a meter off the ground instead of lying on it.

"Why aren't you dead?"

Lan Qingyou tilted her head and offered him a wide grin.

"Your so-called divine race aren't the only ones in this world who are immortal and Indestructible. While the Witch Clan might not claim to be the absolute strongest race on the continent, we do possess the ageless and immortal attribute."

"I had been struggling to find a proper test subject, yet the first person to actually inflict severe damage on me turns out to be someone who calls himself Indestructible. Quite the coincidence, don't you think?"

Lan Qingyou spoke with a casual ease that sent chills straight down Huang Xingming's spine.

This blatant and disrespectful disregard made Huang Xingming seethe with rage.

Even though the old bastard didn't actually have a beard to bristle.

'Ageless and immortal?'

'Does the Witch Clan actually possess such an attribute?'

'That makes no sense!'

According to his own intelligence, as well as the reports provided by the 505 Formation, the Witch Clan was supposed to only have the 'ageless' trait.

"Hmph, are you bluffing? Don't think I'm unaware that Witches only have the ageless trait," he scoffed.

Huang Xingming let out a cold sneer.

As someone who had spent years in positions of supreme power, he was convinced that Lan Qingyou was completely out of trump cards, save perhaps for a few unknown alchemical Potions.

"Ah, my apologies, I misspoke. It is actually because of my status as the Origin Witch that the will of the world granted me the 'immortal' attribute. So, the 'ageless and immortal' trait does not apply to all Witches—just me."

As she spoke, Lan Qingyou couldn't suppress the smug curve of her lips.

Or rather, she didn't even try to hide it.

Just as she had mentioned earlier, she had never truly put her ageless and immortal trait to the test since acquiring it.

Even dealing with the SS-rank Eye of Cthuya hadn't so much as dirtied the hem of her clothes.

So, upon encountering Huang Xingming and his son today—two opponents practically overflowing with killing intent—she finally decided to try it out.

And the results were, naturally, quite delightful.

The pain was authentic, the blood was real, and the weakness was undeniable—but she simply could not die.

For some inexplicable reason, after suffering such catastrophic injuries, Lan Qingyou's Health Points were forcibly locked at exactly 1%, refusing to drop any further.

Strangely, even after she treated her wounds and chugged several healing Potions, that value hadn't increased by a single point either.

Perhaps this was the true meaning of immortality.

To put it in layman's terms, it was essentially a health-locking cheat code.

In Lan Qingyou's eyes, the combined stats of the Huang father and son hadn't even come close to such an absurd, game-breaking level.

"Hah! An immortal trait? What a shameless boast."

Huang Xingming threw his head back and laughed, staring at Lan Qingyou with undisguised disdain.

Despite the verbal mockery, he already believed at least half of her claims.

After all, she was an entity recognized by the will of the world itself. Furthermore, she was quite literally standing before him, chatting as if nothing had happened, despite having sustained such gruesome, fatal wounds.

But!

But even so!

He had already passed the point of no return; there was no way out.

Moreover...

"So what if you are immortal? I am Indestructible as well! It seems neither of us can kill the other, so how about we both just take a step back?"

His eyes darted around as he desperately tried to formulate an escape plan for both himself and his son.

"Hmm? How bizarre. For someone claiming to be of a divine race, how could you possibly suggest backing down?"

"Ugh..."

"The Lesser Demon Clan. They receive massive boosts to their Strength, Agility, and Constitution, making their growth far more balanced than most newly evolved races. Plus, they possess two active fire-attribute racial skills—one more than standard races. I suppose that makes it worth the immense risk an Evolver takes."

Lan Qingyou calmly rattled off this information as she watched the sheer bewilderment wash over Huang Xingming's face.

His already stunned mind was thrown into total disarray.

'Good heavens, I only just learned this myself! How the hell did she find out?!'

'She's completely exposing my secrets!'

'If she even knows my racial abilities, how am I supposed to fight her?'

'Wait a minute!'

Just as a wave of utter helplessness threatened to consume him, he noticed Lan Qingyou's glowing, crimson eyes.

'A Magic Eye!'

'That's right, the innate Magic Eye of the Witch Clan!'

'That must be how she saw through my stats!'

'I heard that a Witch's Magic Eye awakens a random ability, but to think the Tower Witch's eye functioned like this?!'

'This is absolutely terrifying.'

'The ability to gather crucial intelligence on the fly—isn't that far more dangerous than any offensive talent?'

"It is true that, based on your racial traits, you are indeed Indestructible. However, that indestructibility only applies to your physical body."

"You..."

Huang Xingming's eyes bulged in horror at her correction.

'What the hell is she talking about?!'

'I only just became a Lesser Demon myself!'

But since her Magic Eye had revealed his race, skills, and stats...

Could it be that she also knew about a racial weakness that he was completely unaware of?

"Tell me... when a person's soul undergoes Soul Materialization, does their sense of 'self' still exist?"

Lan Qingyou offered a slight, knowing smile.

"What?!"

Swoosh!

While Huang Xingming was still frantically trying to process the unfamiliar term 'Soul Materialization', Lan Qingyou activated Shining Starlight. In a flash, she materialized right in front of Huang Wei, who was still standing there like a brainless idiot.

With a flick of her wrist, she drew a longsword from her Card. In one swift, merciless motion, she plunged the blade cleanly through Huang Wei's chest.

After inflicting massive damage to his Health Points, Lan Qingyou grabbed the boy by the skull, forcing his father to watch.

"What are you doing?!"

It all happened so fast that Huang Xingming had no time to intervene. He could only watch in agonizing despair, roaring at the top of his lungs in a futile attempt to startle her into slowing down.

But Lan Qingyou didn't give him a single opening.

"Soul Siphon."

The words slipped from her lips with a faint, ruthless chill. Huang Xingming immediately saw a sickening, eerie green glow erupt from Lan Qingyou's palm, completely engulfing his son's head.

'What... what kind of skill is that?!'

Huang Xingming froze in his tracks. He desperately tried to analyze Lan Qingyou's sequence of abilities.

Only by understanding her moves could he formulate a viable counterattack.

But with his one and only heir securely in her clutches, all rational thought was thrown out the window. He had no time to strategize; he simply had to save his son.

Bam!

However, just as he lunged forward, a sudden explosion of movement cut him off. A squad of soldiers clad in dark pink armor materialized in the empty space between him and Lan Qingyou!

Huang Xingming slammed on the brakes, aborting his headlong charge.

It was as if they had been perfectly positioned for this exact moment. These pink-armored soldiers had completely sealed off any possible path to Lan Qingyou.