Chapter 145: Long Time No See, Ruowei

"..."

The entire scene was silent.

Not a sound could be heard.

Everyone who saw this scene seemed to have lost their vocal cords, retreating again and again with terrified expressions.

As for those who did not retreat in time, they were swept into this gluttonous feast.

The ground was covered in torn flesh and blood.

It was bone-chilling.

At the same time.

A human figure gradually condensed behind Lu Ren; a woman wrapped entirely in white cloth appeared behind him, expressionless.

She watched everything below with cold eyes, and on her face, which was the only part not bound, the corners of her mouth curled into a mocking smile.

"Master, mission accomplished."

She said softly.

"Well done." Lu Ren patted her shoulder and brought her back into his contract sea of consciousness.

"Family Head."

Lu Daoran arrived at Lu Ren's side at this moment; his attitude was respectful, his eyes fixed straight ahead, as if he did not see the group of cultivators below who had already fallen into demonic possession.

Or perhaps, he saw them, but did not take it to heart.

"Not bad, you have improved." Lu Ren glanced at Lu Daoran, discovering that his foundation was more stable and his realm had improved, and his eyes revealed approval.

Receiving this extra word of praise, Lu Daoran was instantly overjoyed.

But he appeared troubled and spoke helplessly to beg for a favor.

"Family Head, I wonder if you could release my good-for-nothing contract beast."

"In the future, I will certainly discipline it well."

After saying this, he paused slightly and spoke softly: "Originally, I intended to offer that Qilin to the Family Head..."

"No need." Lu Ren knew his intention and refused indifferently.

"The Qilin is not a good match for me; furthermore, this Qilin is too young. It would be better for it to accompany you and become your life-bound contract beast. The two of you can grow together."

Lu Daoran said gratefully, "Many thanks for the Family Head's cultivation!"

The two did not hide their voices while speaking.

There were not many people on the entire Demon Battlefield who had not fallen into it.

The Demon Race had almost been wiped out, though Yu Ruowei could still be considered to be hanging on by a thread.

However, this was also because she had come into contact with the Tai Sui in her childhood.

Otherwise, with the Demon Race's three-root-sprout state fully activated, it would have been impossible for any of them to escape.

Even if they could escape, they would be half-dead.

More of the Human Race cultivators remained clear-headed.

That young girl, whose origin was unknown, did not look much like a human, but she was extremely clear-headed at this moment.

She was being held by the Daoist, shouting and clawing the air.

"Lu Daoran, are you a fool or what?"

She was incredulous.

"You offer the things you obtained to him, he returns them to you, and you are actually this grateful?"

"You Lu family members are truly crazy."

"Crazy, crazy, all of you are crazy."

Lu Daoran could not bear to hear anyone disparage his family in front of him; his expression turned cold, and when he looked over, a flash of realization crossed his eyes.

"So it was you."

That Daoist wore a bitter smile on his face and covered the girl's mouth with his hand.

He cupped his hands in embarrassment, looking pleading.

"Apologies, I have failed to discipline her."

"I hope the two of you will forgive us!"

His tone was cautious, but Lu Daoran did not give him any face.

He changed from his usual gentleness and mocked: "You had better keep her under control, otherwise, it will lead to a great disaster."

Afterward, he turned to Lu Ren and said: "Family Head, that is the Ghost-Face Flower I mentioned to you before."

Lu Ren understood instantly.

Speaking of the Ghost-Face Flower, that was quite some time ago.

When Lu Daoran went out for training a few years ago, he returned in a disheveled state, saying he had been entangled by a Ghost-Face Flower that was shamelessly pestering him to form a contract, and he only managed to escape after using a ruse.

It was not that he looked down on the Ghost-Face Flower...

It was just that this thing had a rather strange temperament, was hermaphroditic, and had a strong desire to reproduce. If one became its master, one would have to find a way to find another Ghost-Face Flower, or... do it oneself.

As for breaking the contract, that was of course impossible, because the Ghost-Face Flower also belonged to the category of Fierce Beast.

And it was a rather special type of plant-beast among them.

The Daoist, hearing Lu Daoran mention the girl's origin, looked a bit embarrassed, but then felt somewhat relieved.

Let him say it.

He could not stop others from speaking.

Moreover, his contract was above-board, and he was not some evildoer.

However, Lu Ren glanced at it indifferently and lost interest; he turned his head and patted the Taotie that had already returned to his side, his meaning quite clear.

The Taotie was somewhat unwilling, but under the threatening gaze of Lu Ren, it still spat out a wet, red, furry ball.

The red, furry ball had just been spat out and was still a bit disoriented.

Finally, it saw its familiar master.

It immediately wailed and cried.

Lu Daoran skillfully pulled the red, furry ball into his arms, not minding the slime clinging to its body, and began patting it while coaxing it in a low voice.

"Do you know you were wrong?"

"Do you dare to do it again?"

"That was a Taotie!"

The Qilin sobbed incessantly.

"I, I did nothing wrong." But it still stubbornly insisted.

"I just wanted to take back what belongs to me."

"What did I do wrong?"

Lu Daoran sighed slightly in his heart.

He spoke softly: "You aren't wrong, but in the world of cultivation, the strong prey on the weak, and treasures naturally belong to those capable of holding them."

"The person you encountered today is my foster father, which is why you were lucky enough to survive, but think about it, if it had been someone else, would you still have your life today?"

"Not to mention losing your things, even your life would have been forfeited."

Once these words were spoken, the Qilin in Lu Daoran's arms finally felt a sense of indescribable terror.

Although it still felt aggrieved, it ultimately stopped talking.

The corners of Lu Daoran's lips curled into a smile.

A Divine Beast is good, indeed.

But if it doesn't listen, it is of no use.

After this experience, this Qilin should finally listen to him a bit more.

What he didn't say was that, given the Qilin's identity, its status as a Divine Beast, and its naturally iron-clad skin, if it weren't for the Taotie possessing the power to corrode it, how could anyone else have dealt with it so easily?

Holding the Qilin in his arms, his eyes shifted to look at the woman not far away.

After a brief moment of shock, Lu Daoran slowly calmed down, and even smiled faintly.

The woman, however, had a stiff body and shifty eyes, as if she dared not look.

She wanted to leave, but could not.

Because she heard a voice she had not heard for a long time.

"Long time no see."

"Ruowei."

Yu Ruowei immediately fell into immense panic and shock, standing frozen in place.

She forcibly suppressed the intense emotions surging in her chest and looked at the man walking toward her, crossing through the many chaotic members of the Demon Race.

She kept backing away.

Extremely terrified.

It was a kind of fear known as the timidity of being near a loved one.

"Don't! Don't come over!"

She had thought she could be as calm as still water, but the moment she saw her brother, she admitted she was wrong.

The Lu Daoran walking from afar seemed to still be the brother who had been so good to her during their youth.

Yu Ruowei's tears instantly welled up and spilled over.

"Brother..."

Her words did not have time to be finished.

Almost the second after that address left her lips, a long sword pierced through her heart.

Demon blood poured out.

(End of chapter)