Chapter 461: You're Not Going to Beat Me Until I Can Speak Human Language, Are You?
It wasn't an illusion.
Today's Demon Sect Holy Maiden was extremely aggressive.
Kirin tugged at the white robe draped over her shoulders, her movements a little stiff.
The loose white robe she was wearing now—whether in style or size—was clearly men's clothing at a glance. Coupled with the fact that too many unexpected incidents had happened earlier, she had momentarily forgotten to deal with the aura lingering on the robe. As a result, anyone familiar with the aura of a certain Demon Sect Holy Saint would be able to notice, with just a bit of attention, that it belonged to that young man.
"Eh? It really is that guy's clothes?"
Little Yuli, standing to the side, only realized it at this moment.
Because Kirin had just mentioned that Luo Wusheng's condition was abnormal, her attention had been focused more on the Demon Sect Holy Saint not far away, and she hadn't paid much attention to the issue with the robe on this "Empress incarnation."
After all, the Empress usually wore imperial robes that leaned toward a masculine style anyway, so seeing her draped in a man's white robe didn't feel particularly out of place at first glance.
But now that she, too, had sensed the issue with the robe, the young girl fell into thought.
Her mind suddenly recalled the marriage contract between that someone and the Empress. From there, she couldn't help but think of how, before she and Bai Xiaoyao had entered this space, it seemed that this place had only contained a lone man and a lone woman together…
The Sword Fairy's gaze swept over the Demon Sect Holy Saint in the distance.
'Hm? Something feels a bit off…'
At that moment, Kirin spoke.
"This… is indeed Pavilion Head Luo's robe."
She said calmly, "It wasn't because I was in a hurry. Rather, earlier, when Pavilion Head Luo and I were dealing with the Netherkin race's covert arrangements here, the clothes on this incarnation were damaged somewhat, so I borrowed this from Pavilion Head Luo."
As she spoke, she deliberately glanced toward Luo Wusheng again.
The Demon Sect Holy Saint's attire was neat and proper—his usual all-black outfit.
The white robe on Kirin, in fact, was noticeably larger than Luo Wusheng's everyday clothing. It was something Luo Wusheng had deliberately chosen earlier to confuse the black flood dragon, so that the latter wouldn't be able to identify him from his silhouette.
As for now, this oversized white robe just happened to perfectly conceal the Six Gate Bureau Golden Ranked member official uniform Kirin had originally been wearing.
'So that's how it is. No wonder it felt like the clothes wouldn't fit him particularly well either—looks like extra garments he prepared in his storage bag?'
Lu Yuliu "smoothly" read the deeper meaning behind Kirin's brief glance toward Luo Wusheng's storage bag.
If that was all there was to it, then it didn't seem like a big deal?
Compared to seeing a damaged-clothes Empress incarnation alone with that guy in this space, the current situation was actually easier for her to accept.
Still, after thinking it over, she quietly formed a hand seal.
[What do you think?]
A voice transmission was sent to Bai Xiaoyao beside her.
This voice transmission technique was very special, originating from the Sword Ancestor's inheritance, and its confidentiality was extremely high.
Bai Xiaoyao glanced at her but didn't immediately reply. Instead, she once again swept her gaze over Miss Kirin from head to toe.
'Nothing… there really is nothing. Or is it on the Empress's true body?'
Something in the Holy Maiden's hand seemed to be squeezed tightly, then loosened slightly.
[Let's first take a look at what's going on over there.]
Bai Xiaoyao replied using the same special voice transmission technique. Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, faintly flickering with a dangerous light as she looked toward her senior brother, who appeared to be asleep not far away.
For some reason, however, her brows suddenly knit together.
On the other side, having received Xiaoyao's reply, Lu Yuliu—who still felt that the atmosphere was somewhat strange—stopped overthinking it and nodded.
"I see. Then I more or less understand what's going on here… Next, we just need to wake that guy up and have him take us out of this space, right?"
Well, actually, she didn't understand it all that well.
But those were minor issues. Right now, the most important thing was clearly to wake that guy up first.
After disappearing for so many days, she still had so many things she wanted to say to him.
And besides… some things were getting rather urgent now.
'Strange… why does it feel like it's getting hotter? Is it just my imagination?'
A vague sense of doubt rose in her heart. The Sword Fairy and Kirin both turned their gazes toward that person in the distance.
Then their eyes froze at the same time.
At some unknown moment, the Demon Sect Holy Saint who had been sitting cross-legged in slumber beside them slowly spread the two hands resting on his knees.
Above his palms, two narrow, elongated space rifts—faint yet discernible—split open.
From between Luo Wusheng's palms, indistinct flames and lightning continuously surged forth, almost seamlessly flowing into those space rifts.
During this process, a wisp of ethereal mist slowly rose from behind him, growing thicker and gradually spreading outward.
...
On the barren land where the Netherqueen had slain the flood dragon.
As space rippled, Yao Ji's figure slowly stepped out of the void.
On her shoulder, the golden slime Luo Wusheng lightly tapped the air with a finger, seemingly calculating something.
"Your main body's spiritual energy is almost completely dissipated, isn't it?"
Just after arriving, Yao Ji asked in a gentle voice.
Luo Wusheng shook his head. "Not yet… It seems something was triggered."
"What's going on?"
"I'm not entirely sure either. The state of my main body's consciousness gives me a rather vague feeling, but the feedback in terms of spiritual energy is strangely abundant…"
Relying on the connection of spiritual resonance, Luo Wusheng could sense some of the condition of his main body within the Demon Moon space.
"But it's fine. There's nothing wrong with my main body. What's controlling the body's movements is still my subconscious."
"That's good. We can't afford any mishaps at a time like this."
Yao Ji chuckled softly. "By the way, we left in such a hurry earlier, and I was busy hosting the formation to shield the heavenly secrets for you, so I haven't asked yet—why did you go to see—"
"I went to see it to confirm some things," Luo Wusheng interrupted, his gaze flickering.
"Not because that woman told you to do so in her recorded message?"
"There was a bit of that factor, yes—but Tower Master Yue didn't directly give me that hint…"
Luo Wusheng shrugged. "That's how diviners are—half what they say is spoken, half is left unsaid. Riddle-speakers, the lot of them."
As he spoke, he looked toward the horizon.
In contrast to the desolate land, the sky was tinged with a faint yellow hue, gloomy and oppressive.
"On this point, my view aligns with yours," Yao Ji nodded in approval.
"Next time we catch that woman, let's beat her until she speaks like a normal person."
Luo Wusheng: "..."
He scratched his head.
Had he accidentally thrown the white-haired loli under the bus?
'No, even if I hadn't said any of this, once the little pink fox looked at those recorded imprints, her next objective would still be to beat the brains out of that ill-tempered, elderly loli.'
Yao Ji seemed to silently calculate the feasibility of "disciplining" a certain old woman who loved pretending to be young. After revealing a satisfied smile, she changed the topic:
"So then, when will I get to see that woman's recorded imprints?"
Luo Wusheng's body stiffened. He replied in a serious tone, "It's not time yet."
Then he saw Yao Ji pinch her chin.
"I suddenly feel that when you just said that, you sounded somewhat similar to that woman when she refuses to speak plainly…"
'…You're not going to beat me until I can speak human language too, are you?'
Luo Wusheng shrank his neck slightly.
Fortunately, Yao Ji didn't do that. Instead, she took light, lotus-like steps and gently landed on the ground.
"Mhm, the timing is about right. Next, I'll fuse that retained portion of immortal breath for you, to prepare for seizing the immortal soul."
As she spoke, a seven-stringed ancient guqin inlaid with half-star, half-moon jade appeared in her arms.
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Cultivation Realm:
1, Qi Refining
2, Foundation Establishment
3, Golden Core
4, Nascent Soul
5, Divine Transformation (Formerly Known as Tribulation Crossing)
6, Tribulation Transcendence
7, Land Immortal
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