The resistance of the blade entering flesh was clearly transmitted through her palm.
Warm blood splattered on her cheek.
Pei Changqing's eyes were wide open, filled with shock.
No matter what, he couldn't understand why the young girl in front of him would attack him.
"You…"
One word was stuck in his throat, then silence.
The light in his eyes quickly dimmed.
Jiang Yuechu's hand, gripping the hilt of the blade, trembled violently.
Her nostrils were filled with the thick scent of blood, and her stomach churned.
She had killed someone.
She had personally killed someone.
Even though in her previous life, she had seen death and life on the internet and typed louder than anyone.
But when a life was truly ended by her own hands.
The heavy pressure of morality, the spraying fresh blood.
All of it was crushing her modern psyche.
"Tsk." The tiger Demon was also stunned, tilting its tiger head to observe Jiang Yuechu.
"I thought you Human Race, though merely blood food, still valued camaraderie and kinship, but I didn't expect you to be so heartless."It shook its head, its tone full of disdain, as if even the urge to immediately attack had faded.
It also couldn't understand what benefit there was for this girl to kill a dying person in the current situation.
Did she think that by doing so, it would show great mercy?
Just then. In Jiang Yuechu's mind, the characters on the ancient scroll suddenly changed.
[Killed a Hearing the String Realm creature, gained twenty years of Dao Cultivation]
Her mind was forcibly pulled back to this desolate wilderness strewn with corpses.
That's right.
Now was not the time to think about such things.
Right and wrong, morality, conscience... all were empty talk before she could survive.
She indifferently released one hand. With the other hand, she forcefully pulled the horizontal blade from Pei Changqing's chest.
Blood splattered again, staining her hands and clothes.
No matter what.
This was her only chance at survival!
The next moment, she no longer hesitated. She didn't know how much Dao Cultivation she needed to seize a sliver of hope.
Twenty years?
Thirty years?
Or, even with a hundred years of Dao Cultivation. In front of this tiger Demon with its strange Divine Ability, was she merely a slightly stronger ant?
A myriad of thoughts flashed in an instant.
At this moment, the twenty years of Dao Cultivation she had just obtained completely poured into her body.
Above the wilderness, the afterglow of the setting sun stained the withered grass and corpses with a desolate, bloody hue.
The running girl's figure was thin, the horizontal blade in her hand reflecting the evening glow.
As if on fire. Seeing this, the tiger Demon no longer thought much and suddenly opened its bloody maw.
"Roar——" A roar, stirring up the sand and withered grass on the ground.
Don't let its current imposing Aura fool you; in truth, it had suffered considerable injuries in the initial battle with the Demon Suppression Guards.
If not for its innate Divine Ability allowing it to escape, it would have already been a dead soul under the blade. But even so, it was not something a defenseless little girl could provoke.
The tiger Demon raised its sharp claw, bringing a Blood Wind (bloody wind), and fiercely swatted at the charging figure.
Jiang Yuechu's eyes were fixed on the descending giant claw. The horizontal blade in her hand felt incredibly heavy at this moment.
Twenty years of Dao Cultivation.
All poured into one strike.
She didn't understand blade techniques; she merely poured all that brute force into the blade.
Following an instinct for survival, she slashed horizontally.
A flash of blade light.
A line of blood erupted.
The figures of the human and the Demon crossed paths.
Jiang Yuechu staggered a few steps, falling to one knee.
The horizontal blade flew from her hand, sticking into the muddy ground in the distance.
She suddenly opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, with blood seeping from all seven orifices. Those twenty years of Dao Cultivation came quickly and left just as quickly, instantly completely consumed.
The tiger Demon remained frozen in its claw-swinging posture. The wind blew, and the wild grass swayed.
As if spectators to this struggle, they were now also horrified by the deadly silence.
One breath.
Two breaths.
The huge tiger head rolled to the ground...
"Hah... hah..."Jiang Yuechu gasped for air.
She had survived.
As soon as this thought arose, a wave of exhaustion washed over her.
[Killed a Hearing The String creature, gained one hundred years of Dao Cultivation]
[Detected unrecorded Demon, consume Dao Cultivation to record?]
The characters on the ancient scroll in her mind reappeared, but she no longer had the strength to examine them closely.
She struggled to stand up. But her entire body felt drained of all strength; she couldn't even Move her fingertips.
Record?
What did that mean?
She lay on the ground, her cheek pressed against the dirt, truly unable to think too much.
Forget it.
It had come to this.
There was no time to research these things.
"Record."
As the thought fell, the ancient scroll before her moved without wind, actually floating in mid-air.
Sketch its shadow, fix its Demon form.
The next moment, the Dao Cultivation on the panel rapidly drained away.In the blink of an eye, more than half of it was consumed.
On the scroll, a vivid fierce tiger with piercing eyes and a white forehead was outlined with flowing brushstrokes.
As the last stroke fell, the fierce tiger on the painting seemed to come alive, its eyes glowing with a faint red light.
[Successfully sketched Tiger Mountain God, received Demon's gift.]
[Fierce Tiger Quick Blade (Perfection)]
A surge of power poured back from the scroll, instantly filling her body.
The previous exhaustion and injuries were swept away.
She even felt a comfort in her body she had never experienced before
.At the same time, countless insights, Moves, and force application techniques related to blade arts appeared in her mind out of nowhere.
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Jiang Yuechu, full of disbelief, slowly stood up.
Her slender fingers now contained inexhaustible strength. She walked to the horizontal blade stuck in the distance and reached out to grasp its hilt. It felt perfectly natural in her hand.
As if her hands were born to wield a blade. So, this was the true use of Dao Cultivation.
Directly consuming Dao Cultivation was merely for a momentary burst, with low efficacy
.Only recording Demons was a long-term solution.
With a thought, the panel unfolded again.
[Host: Jiang Yuechu]
[Realm: Hearing the String Initial Realm]
[Martial Art: Fierce Tiger Quick Blade (Perfection)]
[Dao Cultivation: Twenty-five years]
[Recorded Demon: Tiger Mountain God (Sketch)]
"Hearing the String Initial Realm?"
"Sketch... what does that mean?"Jiang Yuechu pondered.
Hearing the String Initial Realm... could it be the Cultivation system of this world?
And Sketch... did it mean that what she had gained was merely the tip of the iceberg of that tiger Demon's Divine Ability?
If she continued to consume Dao Cultivation, could this Sketch advance further?
She glanced at the remaining twenty-five years of Dao Cultivation.
Just sketching alone had consumed a full seventy-five years.
Heaven knew what an exaggerated consumption the next stage would be.
Forget it.
It was better to save these twenty-five years of Dao Cultivation for a rainy day.
Having understood this, Jiang Yuechu composed herself.
She turned around and walked to the still-warm corpse, silently squatting down.
She reached out and gently closed his open eyes.
"I'm sorry. If there is a tomorrow, and I have killed enough Demons and accumulated enough Dao Cultivation, perhaps I can find a way to reshape your Physical Body and return your life. Of course, don't get your hopes up too much. After all, in this world, I don't know how long I can live myself."
"Maybe one day I'll come down to join you, and if we meet in the underworld, don't hit me..." But in this world overrun by Demons.
When one is beyond their control, it no longer matters whether they are heartless or not.
Wiping the blood off her hand she sheathed her saber and stood.