Chapter 89

Shen Lian stood with his hands behind his back, and said calmly, "What if I insist on finding it strange?"

"The young master really knows how to joke," the woman in colorful clothes covered her mouth and laughed lightly.

Shen Lian sighed softly and extended his right hand, which held a leaf. He had picked it up at some point, and now the leaf was released gently.

It turned out that he had already inscribed a Swift Wind Charm on the leaf.

Mortal warriors, when their inner strength reaches a high level, can turn grass, trees, bamboo, and stones into lethal weapons. Moreover, Shen Lian had inscribed a charm on this leaf.

The Swift Wind Charm is the most basic type of Daoist charm, but what was remarkable was that Shen Lian had created it casually, without any show of effort. As soon as the leaf left his hand, it moved silently, driven by an invisible force of nature. It suddenly accelerated, forming a curved trajectory and circled around to the side of the woman in colorful clothes.

It seemed to spin like a wheel, cutting toward her delicate and white neck.

The woman's head, as if it had no bones, turned half a circle at a speed that was hard to catch with the eye, and then quickly snapped back.

To an ordinary person, it looked as if she hadn't moved at all. Only Shen Lian could roughly see her movement, but not completely, showing how fast she was.

The woman's eyes, which were originally as black as ink, suddenly turned a ghastly green, emitting a ghostly green light that made one's hair stand on end.

Shen Lian faced her ghastly green eyes calmly, while the woman's soft red lips held a leaf between them, creating a bizarre scene.

She actually swallowed the leaf, her tender red tongue slightly extending to lick her lips, exuding an indescribable allure.

But if one saw her greenish eyes, any desire would be extinguished, replaced by fear that spread through the heart.

At this moment, any words were superfluous. Shen Lian said nothing more. His gaze remained on the woman's neck, as it was the weakest point on her body, a vital spot.

The reason Shen Lian took action was that the woman was not human, exuding a cold and cruel aura.

Even her beautiful appearance could not hide the danger she posed to Shen Lian.

The leaf was just a test, not the goal.

Just that one moment was enough to confirm that Shen Lian's premonition was correct.

"If you had played along with me, I might have spared you, considering your good looks. But since you didn't, don't blame me for being ruthless," the woman in colorful clothes moved, and suddenly a strong wind blew, revealing a giant snake as thick as a barrel.

Although its presence was intimidating, it did not give Shen Lian the same oppressive feeling as the Jing Qing Tongzi.

Transforming into a human form usually requires great power, but this snake seemed to be an exception. Its aura was even weaker than the toad spirit from before.

Facing the giant snake, Shen Lian suddenly smiled and pointed.

Snakes are cold-blooded creatures, but the snake spirit now felt a chill, a sensation from its soul, followed by a pain that made it unable to react immediately.

From the outside, the giant snake suddenly stiffened, pausing for a moment.

Shen Lian was not slow. He had not used the God-Slaying Sword for a long time, and this time it worked unexpectedly well.

He focused his mind into a sword, cutting through the soul.

He used it naturally, without much forethought, just a sudden impulse.

Then his figure blurred, and the wooden sword emerged, pointing precisely at the snake's vital spot, which was also the neck he had been looking at.

The "three inches" did not refer to a distance but to the most vulnerable and easily broken part of the snake's spine. Shen Lian did not rely on physical appearance but found the vital spot through his perception of the snake spirit's blood and qi.

It sounds simple, but it was a demonstration of his years of cultivation, combining the medical knowledge from his previous life with his current practice.

The wooden sword, though dull, was infused with Shen Lian's power, surpassing the sharpest blade, and cut off the snake's head.

The snake's eyes remained open, seemingly unable to believe that it had died at the hands of this seemingly insignificant cultivator.

Shen Lian's power was extremely refined, not showing the oppressive aura of a powerful cultivator. The charm he inscribed on the leaf, while proving his skill with charms, also indicated that his power was not particularly strong.

Moreover, although cultivators cannot be judged by their appearance, time still leaves some marks. Shen Lian was too young. If he were very powerful, he would have had to be extremely advanced at a young age, but such cultivators are extremely rare.

Furthermore, if Shen Lian were very powerful, why would he show no reaction to the name "Young Master Hai"?

All these questions were left unanswered by the snake spirit.

The snake spirit's confusion was hard to explain, and Shen Lian had his own questions, as the snake spirit did not leave behind a condensed soul after death.

It seemed that upon death, the snake spirit's soul also disintegrated.

No highly concentrated essence blood or unformed inner pearl was found on the snake spirit.

Compared to the toad spirit, this snake spirit seemed worthless, yet it could still transform, not just through simple illusions.

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On the sea, the scenery was rather mundane, but the underwater world was far more colorful and diverse.

Under the sea, various fish played, and occasionally different beast spirits fought, sometimes involving ordinary fish. At any moment, countless lives died and were born.

But in this 300-mile radius of the sea, all the creatures belonged to the Nine-Headed Demon King.

Although the high and mighty demon king did not value these lowly lives, he was still their king.

The Nine-Headed King's underwater palace was magnificent and splendid. He had practiced for a thousand years, but this palace was not built by him; he had taken it from a previous demon king, who was from the dragon clan.

The dragon clan was rich and powerful, and their underwater palace was even more splendid than the imperial palaces of the human world.

In the palace, music and laughter never ceased, as the Nine-Headed King had a guest today.

And it was a very distinguished guest.

The reason the demon soldiers in the palace knew the guest was distinguished was that their king, who rarely wore anything special, was dressed in a purple brocade robe, with a golden belt adorned with a flower python pattern.

More importantly, the king, who usually had nine heads, had today hidden eight of them, leaving only one, appearing in the form of a human noble.

What a human noble looked like, the demon soldiers did not know, but whatever the king said was true.

The lifespan of demon spirits was much longer than that of human cultivators, but their cultivation progress was a hundred times more difficult.

Therefore, most powerful demon kings did not focus on cultivation but enjoyed pleasure and made more friends.

The more powerful the friend, the more they felt honored.

Today's guest was not just powerful; his visit, in human terms, was a great honor.

PS: Thank you to Wu Cuo for the 10100 reward, becoming the 9th patron of this book and ranking 7th on the fan list. Also, thank you to Hao Fan Ah Ah Ah for the 1888 reward and to Wen Ni Xin Fei for the support.

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