Chapter 103: What a Sinister Woman

"What is your name?" A human woman suddenly came into view; in ordinary times, he would have slashed her down with a single blade. Never in this life had anyone dared to speak to him like this, if not for the fact that he was currently wounded and could not muster even a shred of strength...

"Master, did you pick up a mute?" A young boy poked his head out, but the boy's appearance was truly... hard to describe... even the sickle-monsters of the Demon Realm looked more refined than him.

"Nonsense!" The human woman straightened her back and gave the boy a flick on the forehead. "He is clearly a person of the Demon Race; look, there are even two demon horns on his forehead!"

The boy cried out in pain, clutching his head as he asked, "Can't a member of the Demon Race be a mute?"

The woman was taken aback by the question, looking left and right as she teased, "Naturally, they can't. Your master is well-informed and experienced; whatever I say is what it is. Why are you asking about this and that?"

The person on the couch suddenly felt that this woman was truly quite interesting. She clearly knew she was wrong, yet she still taught her disciple this way—not only misleading the youth but also speaking full of high-sounding nonsense.

He wanted to laugh, but he truly did not even have the strength to move the corners of his mouth.

"Master, this person looks like he's beyond saving!" The boy poked his head out again to peer at the person on the couch. Although he looked a bit ugly, the black and white in his eyes were distinct, clear, and pure, which surprised the person on the couch greatly.

In Chenjian, don't mortals view those who are ugly to this extreme as monsters or disasters? Why could this boy still be so innocent?

Sigh... forget it. Even if it were as this child said, he was already dying; what was the use of dwelling on these things?

"Are you stupid?" The woman touched the forehead of the person on the couch. The icy cold sensation actually made him feel a sense of attachment. "A few days ago, I just finished refining a furnace of Pills and was worrying that there was no one to test them on. Isn't this heaven-sent help, giving me someone who is dying?" As she spoke, she reached toward the wrist of the person on the couch.

How could a member of the Demon Race have a pulse like a human? Was this woman afraid of some wild Daoist path, not even knowing this?

Just as the person on the couch felt that this woman was nothing special, he suddenly felt a pain in his wrist, and instantly, he had some strength in his body. He struggled to tilt his head to look; the woman was not checking his pulse, but had pricked him with a Silver Needle. It was this very needle that made him feel as if he could feel a trace of warmth again from the freezing abyss of death.

"But Master, what if you can't save him? Wouldn't that just be sending him on his way? If people found out, wouldn't it ruin your reputation?" The boy poked his head over, seemingly not understanding what his master was doing.

"Hey~ what of it? There are plenty of doctors who have treated people to death, and besides, this is my first time treating a demon! Furthermore, he was already dying; could there be a better way? If he can be saved, it means his life is not meant to end, and he will surely shoulder a great responsibility in the future. If he can't be saved..." The woman turned to look at the person on the couch as she spoke, and the brightness in her eyes made the person on the couch lose his focus for a moment.

Perhaps it was because he had been groggy and couldn't see clearly before, but after that needle was inserted, he now had strength. Looking at this woman again, she was truly beautiful; even the most flowery praise in the human world was not enough to describe half of her grace. Even the most brilliant painting in the world would find it hard to depict her beauty.

"What if he can't be saved?" the boy asked impatiently.

"Look, he is a member of the Demon Race, and judging by his appearance, he should be of royal blood. If he cannot be saved, then while he is still alive, I will extract his Demon Pill. The Demon Pill of the Demon Realm's royalty is a top-tier item for Spirit-Refining. Even the two horns on his forehead, if ground into powder, can be used as medicine. Afterward, I'll just bury him somewhere; no one will know, so how could it ruin my reputation?" The woman said it lightly, as if it were no more than slaughtering a pig or a sheep.

He had just thought this woman was beautiful, but hearing her say this, he instead felt that she was extremely sinister. The person on the couch couldn't help but close his eyes, sighing in his heart that even if his life was not meant to end today, he would likely perish at the hands of this woman!

Just as he was filled with despair, he heard the boy speak again.

"Master, what are you doing?!"

Although the person on the couch was disheartened, he was curious about this question and opened his eyes to look. He saw the woman's hand seals flying, actually drawing out her own Spirit Qi and slowly injecting it into his body through the Silver Needle.

"Master! This is something that depletes cultivation! To do this for a dying person, and a demon at that, what are you hoping to gain!?" The boy was anxious, his face full of worry.

The person on the couch felt his body gradually warming up; even his fingers could move slightly.

"I naturally know it will deplete my cultivation, but this person is in such a state, I fear he cannot withstand the power of that Pill. I'll give him some first; if he is saved in the future, I will ask him to pay it back." As she spoke, she put away her technique and took a Golden Core from the leather bag at her waist, stuffing it into the mouth of the person on the couch.

The person on the couch instantly felt a sweetness on his lips and teeth; he only had time to smell a faint fragrance before the woman used force to send the Pill into his body.

"Oh my, oh my," the boy cried out strangely, "The Pill that took two years to refine is now used up, and on a member of the Demon Race..."

Hearing this, the woman glanced at the boy: "What do you know! Your master has deep foresight! Go, go, go, hurry up and go boil the medicine. You've been slacking off for half the day; do you think I don't know?!"

The person on the seat seemed to be lost in thought, the corners of his mouth actually curling upward.

Although he was suffering from a curse, it could not hide the dashing air between his brows, and his handsome appearance was still visible, making the alluring woman beside him feel her heart flutter.

She swayed her waist as she stepped forward, stroking the withered-branch-like hand of the person on the seat. The charm in her eyes was as delicate as silk, yet held a desire as deep as a spring.

"My Lord~" The woman's breath was like fire, scorching the person on the seat.

But the person on the seat was not moved in the slightest, sweeping the woman down the steps with a wave of his hand.

The woman was terrified, losing all her allure; she hurriedly scrambled up and knelt properly, prostrating herself, her mouth constantly saying: "My Lord, spare me! My Lord, spare me!..."

The person on the seat moved his withered-branch-like fingers, and the woman, as if someone had pinched her chin, involuntarily raised her head.

"My woman can only be Tu Mi. If you dare to offend again, I will scatter your soul!" His voice was like a hiss, yet exceptionally cold. As he spoke, he flicked his hand, and the woman below the steps seemed to have her strength drained, collapsing to the ground, unable to rise for a time.

"Yes... yes... this subordinate... this subordinate will never dare to overstep again... never again..."

"What is it?" The person on the seat seemed too lazy to argue with her, only resting his cheek on his hand as he asked.

The woman below the steps hurriedly knelt properly, replying with a trembling voice: "Wolf Head has already chased them to Guyang City. I suspect those two rats hid there. He just sent a letter back to me, so I have come to report to you, My Lord..."

The person on the seat tapped his withered-branch-like fingers, his knuckles gaunt and terrifying. After a moment, he ordered: "Tell him to go see the Right Envoy and listen to his orders."

The woman hurriedly agreed and crawled away, hiding her figure.