Red-Haired Yaksha, Saintess Bai He (Wishing Everyone a Happy Lantern Festival)

"You asked me to do it, and I did."

"I contacted Nether Lord Shaobai, but just as I expected, he was unwilling to confront that one from Cloud Perch Continent directly."

Within the Four Returns Sea, inside a ruined grotto-heaven, the Rakshasa Woman Lingluo looked at the brawny man before her, who was stuffing himself with food and drink. Her expression was somewhat speechless, and somewhat helpless.

The man had a wild mane of crimson hair and a bare upper body corded with bulging muscles. He was extraordinarily tall; even merely sitting there, he exuded immense pressure and menace. It was as though what sat there was not a man, but a ferocious beast suppressing its own savagery, one that might choose someone to devour at any moment.

The feeling was no different from standing before a Heavenly Star volcano on the verge of eruption. Gale winds and sudden rain already lashed one's face, towering waves had long since joined earth and sky, and the omens had sounded their warning, awaiting only the final eruption.

There was nothing wrong with saying the one seated here was not human, for he was not of the human race to begin with. He was a yaksha—a yaksha of the Rakshasa World.

If Lingluo was seductive and beautiful, like a plump, juicy peach ripened to perfection—except that peach was poisonous—then this yaksha man was powerful and wild, making no attempt to conceal his menace and terror.

Hearing that Lingluo had fulfilled his request, the yaksha acted as though he had not heard her. With his back to Lingluo, he continued to feast and drink wildly, looking like a starving ghost reborn.

In the Rakshasa World, Lingluo's status was anything but ordinary. A yaksha who could ignore her so completely was naturally no ordinary yaksha.