Chapter 239: Next Time, Sharpen the Blade Further

Ye Xiu's words were hair-raising, Lin Meng had already broken out in gooseflesh, but not from fear, rather from excitement.

Nice, Ye Xiu, go on! Fuck him to death!

She hated when villains, even at death's door, kept spouting tough talk, their mouths the hardest part of them—if you've got the guts, don't piss your pants.

With two puff sounds, the six‑person team was wiped out, all dead at the hands of an eighteen‑year‑old who had just awakened!

Lin Meng swallowed, her eyes bright as she stared at Ye Xiu's back.

To be honest, if it were her, she might not be able to match Ye Xiu's carnage.

Perhaps someone would think his killing intent too heavy, but this is a world where strange forces run rampant and the strong reign supreme—if you're not ruthless, you'll only be kneaded like a soft persimmon by the wicked, subject to their killing and taking.

Just then, Ye Xiu bent down, snatched the energy from one of them, then grabbed another and walked toward the iron cage.

Lin Meng stared intently, not noticing the loosened soil under her feet, and her body tilted slightly.

The sound of fabric rubbing instantly made Ye Xiu tense all over, and he shouted coldly.

"Who? Get out here!"

Lin Meng laughed embarrassedly, feeling the shame of being caught peeping, but she could only steel herself and walk out slowly, waving at Ye Xiu.

"Hey, it's me~"

"Sister?" Ye Xiu stared in shock, then suddenly realized something, panickedly threw away the corpse and short blade in his hand, and stood there helplessly.

Oh no, when did sister arrive? She couldn't have seen the whole process, could she?

Had his brutal, cruel side still been discovered by sister? Would sister think he's a pervert, find him terrifying?

In front of sister he had always appeared obedient and ambitious, certainly not a blood‑lover; would sister think his usual self was just an act, that this was the real him, and thus see clearly that she despised him and wanted to stay away?

At this moment Ye Xiu panicked beyond control, like a frightened little beast with his head down, his hands constantly rubbing, trying to wipe off the bloodstains.

Lin Meng saw this and only felt heartache.

She and Ye Xiu shared similar circumstances, but hers was less than half as bitter as his.

Both had lost their parents, but she lost hers only after reaching adulthood, whereas Ye Xiu's parents died early and he had to support his sister while still a child.

That's just one part; worse, she lives in a peaceful, stable world, while Ye Xiu's world is extremely cruel, where death might even be a relief.

He grew up strong in such a high‑pressure, love‑lacking environment where he was trampled like an ant, his disposition is decent, and he still holds hope for the world.

Who could possibly manage that?

It was just killing a few deserving scoundrels, yet it made him jumpy as a startled bird, afraid of being seen as a monster—Ye Xiu's heart is actually fragile.

After thinking, Lin Meng stepped forward, took a bottle of mineral water from her space and unscrewed it.

"Stretch out your hand, let's wash it."

Ye Xiu's heart gave a jolt, sorrow filling his whole chest.

As expected, sister doesn't like the smell of blood; she must hate him, after all who would like a person who kills like it's nothing?

The icy water poured over his hands, and even more over his heart, chilling him to the core.

But just then, Lin Meng whispered:

"What a beautiful pair of hands—those people's blood is too filthy to deserve staining your fingers; next time you can sharpen your blade even more, aiming for a one‑hit kill without a single drop of blood."

Though Lin Meng spoke those icy words from her 37‑degree mouth, they made Ye Xiu's heart suddenly warm, tears nearly spilling out.

"Sister, I…" he almost choked, his eye sockets already red.

Lin Meng wiped his hands dry while smiling and saying:

"Do you think I'm going to blame you? That you shouldn't have killed so many?"

Ye Xiu said nothing, but his tightly pressed lips said it all—he was afraid sister would thus despise and reject him.

Lin Meng pursed her lips and said:

"Rest assured, I'm no saint; this lot clearly meant to trap and kill you, so fighting back is natural—this is just self‑defense."

Seeing through the enemy's plot early yet still thinking of peace is stupid; if you die, you deserve it.

Fortunately Ye Xiu is decisive, calm, and his killing is clean and swift.

"You performed this round of operations quite well."

Lin Meng patted Ye Xiu's shoulder to affirm him, lest the sensitive‑skinned boy overthink and grow depressed; Ye Xiu's ears instantly turned red.

The corners of his mouth twitched up slightly, his heart feeling light and excited.

Sister praised him—not only was he not disliked, he also received approval; sister really is good to him.

Suddenly, a few whimpers came from the cage, as if calling for help.

Only then did Lin Meng and Ye Xiu focus their attention on the iron cage.

Inside lay a black leopard with a broken leg, its whole body pitch‑black like ink, impossible to spot in the night without a close look.

A strong smell of blood emanated from inside; the leopard was badly wounded.

Ye Xiu hurriedly explained to Lin Meng:

"Sister, this is the wild leopard I want to contract; the beast egg you gave me didn't hatch very smoothly, so I'd like to first contract this leopard and raise it."

Lin Meng nodded; the spirit beast egg is surely hard to hatch, and Ye Xiu's one‑month deadline is approaching—there's indeed no time to delay.

She pointed at the nearby corpse and said:

"You were just trying to plunder this person's power, then give the leopard a boost?"

Ye Xiu nodded, then turned to look at the leopard.

It was a female leopard, at this moment her breath faint, her heavy panting growing ever more rapid, blood continually seeping from her wounds.

Ye Xiu didn't avoid Lin Meng, completing the contract right before her eyes.

As a pillar of light fell on person and beast, Lin Meng personally saw the black leopard's expression gradually take on a humanoid change, just as when she used the Beast‑Taming Bell to control animals.

No, Ye Xiu's contract is superior to the Beast‑Taming Bell; they seem to have achieved a soul‑level bond.

The black leopard felt the master's aura, its uneasy heart gradually calming.

Ye Xiu had no hesitation, drawing the undissipated energy from that corpse from afar and injecting it into the black panther's body.

"Convert all points into the black panther's life value."

Ye Xiu deliberately spoke the point-allocation step that should have been done silently in his heart, just so Lin Meng could hear.

In the next second, the black panther's wounds visibly healed, its life aura gradually rose and stabilized.

Lin Meng's eyes glimmered as she silently admired that Ye Xiu's innate divine ability was indeed effective.

She couldn't help wondering again whether Ye Xiu truly had a system on him, feeling there must be an invisible attribute panel before him!

Of course, that was Ye Xiu's secret trump card; Lin Meng would not try to pry into it.

The black panther left its cage, like a loyal guard knight, and lay prostrate before Ye Xiu.

Lin Meng was delighted for Ye Xiu.

"Not bad, you seem well matched, but its size isn't normal—do you have something like a summon space?"

Ye Xiu immediately nodded, waved at the black panther, and the massive black panther vanished instantly before their eyes.

"Sister, when a summoner awakens they gain a summon space to hold summoned beasts; though the black panther is just an ordinary wild beast, I can still store it."

Lin Meng nodded; though others claim summoners are weak and hopeless, Ye Xiu's summoner is clearly different.

Even if he can only contract ordinary animals for now, merely seizing point allocation is enough to crush a bunch of noobs.