Missing Thoughts Literature

The Hehuan Sect Needs Talent Like You

"Is that all you've got?"

"No, Sister..."

"****..."

Yun Luo had never expected someone to be engaging in dual cultivation in the Forest of Demon Beasts.

Less than thirty feet away from her.

When she had fallen off the cliff, the two people, so lost in pleasure they had forgotten heaven and earth, paused for a moment. Later, perhaps after discovering that she posed no threat, they treated her like air and continued their dual cultivation, too lazy even to set up a barrier.

They even seemed more excited.

Yun Luo: ...

She had not died, but she was close.

Every bone in her body had suffered a crushing fracture. Her skull had shattered, and the round head she had once been so proud of was now flattened.

In the modern world, she would have been dead beyond dead.

The obscene sounds by her ear continued, subjecting Yun Luo to double torment of body and mind.

After listening for half an hour, she felt she could still be saved and weakly said:

"Um... Fellow Daoists, when will you be finished? Could you save me?"

As soon as she spoke, she sensed divine consciousness probing her, only for it to withdraw quickly.

"Heh."

The woman let out a soft laugh, her voice so intoxicating that Yun Luo felt as if she had been anesthetized.

As someone obsessed with voices, she actually felt the pain in her body lessen somewhat.

"You won't die. Bear with it a little longer."

"..."

Yun Luo could only wait patiently. Afraid they would find her too perverted for eavesdropping, she pretended to be proper and began counting leaves.

"One leaf, two leaves..."

The sounds behind the dense forest paused again, followed by an irritable male voice:

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Sorry, Fellow Daoists. Please continue."

With that, she fell silent.

Since they did not care, she no longer needed to pretend to be proper.

As a Little Yellow Person, she could only treat this as a benefit.

While waiting, Yun Luo waited until the next day. Behind the dense forest, fallen flowers had feelings, but flowing water was heartless.

"Sister, I still want..."

"No, you don't."

"Could it be that Sister is tired of me? Did my performance yesterday fail to satisfy Sister?"

"Get lost. We will meet again if fate permits."

The man left in tears.

After a bout of rustling, a tall woman in purple emerged from the forest.

Her beauty was cold and striking. She wore a silver Double Cranes Playing with a Pearl hair crown, her eyes shimmering like rippling water, seemingly full of affection yet enough to make one fear meeting her gaze.

"What family's little girl are you? How dare you come alone into this Forest of Demon Beasts?"

The woman stopped before her and quietly admired her flattened head for a while.

Having just overheard someone else's dual cultivation, Yun Luo felt a little embarrassed.

"Beautiful Sister, can you save me?"

When asking someone for help, one had to sweeten one's words. Yun Luo gazed at the woman imploringly.

She had originally been heartbroken by Duan Ya and the others, feeling that dying would be fine.

But having survived by luck, she now possessed an intense will to live.

The woman said nothing, instead using spiritual power to examine her body.

"Tsk. Your Spiritual Root has been crippled, and your aptitude is average too. Saving you would be a loss for me."

She shook her head with a sigh, and Yun Luo's heart sank.

"Hm?"

Just as the woman was about to withdraw her spiritual power, she suddenly made a puzzled sound.

Yun Luo looked at her. Before she could even exchange an ambiguous gaze with her, the other woman's divine consciousness entered through the center of her forehead.

A few breaths later, the woman's divine consciousness withdrew, accompanied by a sharp explosive cry.

"Primal Saint Physique!"

She joyfully cupped Yun Luo's flattened head in her hands. Yun Luo suspected that, if she were not covered in blood and mangled flesh, the woman would have wanted to kiss her to death right then.

"Our Hehuan Sect needs talent like you. This One can save you, but are you willing to join our Hehuan Sect? The sisters of the Hehuan Sect are all very beautiful, and their voices are lovely too."

The Hehuan Sect Needs Talent Like You

The Hehuan Sect?

That sect that raised its cultivation through doing that and that?

Yun Luo did not know what a Primal Saint Physique was, but she had to survive now.

Of course, it was not because she wanted to dual cultivate with handsome guys.

"I'm willing!"

The woman nodded in satisfaction. "A clever one. Since that is the case, This One will save your life."

As she spoke, she pulled out a large number of pills from her dantian.

Yun Luo's gaze shifted slightly. Being able to open up storage space within one's dantian meant she was at least a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

"Found them. These should do."

She quickly selected over a dozen pills, then stuffed them all into Yun Luo's mouth in one go.

The pills melted as soon as they entered her mouth. In mere moments, she could feel her body rapidly healing, while her flattened head swelled back up like an inflating balloon.

Only high-grade pills could have such an effect.

"It's a little crooked."

The woman kneaded Yun Luo's head this way and that until it finally returned to its perfect shape.

Yun Luo touched herself. She had long heard that the Hehuan Sect was wealthy, and seeing it today proved the rumors true.

They actually fed high-grade pills to a stranger like her as though they cost nothing.

Extravagant—far too extravagant.

An hour later, Yun Luo followed the woman out of the Forest of Demon Beasts.

Halfway there, they encountered a Demon Wolf in the Nascent Soul Realm.

Yun Luo thought a fierce battle would break out, but when the Demon Wolf pounced, the woman merely glanced at it, and it turned into a cloud of blood mist before their eyes.

"Take it. Play with it."

With a flick of her hand, the Demon Core landed in Yun Luo's palm.

The Demon Core still held some warmth, carrying a faint scent of blood.

Yun Luo swallowed, recalling the Nascent Soul Demon Cores in the Heavenly Star Sect's treasure pavilion, each one protected under layer upon layer of safeguards.

Demon beasts did not fight with as many concerns as cultivators did. Therefore, at the same level, without Magic Artifacts to assist them, demon beasts were more aggressive than cultivators.

Her former master, Duan Ya, was in the Nascent Soul Middle Stage and possessed the highest cultivation in the Heavenly Star Sect.

If he had fought this demon beast, he likely would have had to shed a layer of skin.

Therefore, the woman before her could only be at the Spirit Transformation Realm or above.

With that in mind, Yun Luo quickened her pace and followed closely behind the other woman.

Upon reaching the small town below the mountain, the two people casually found an inn. While eating, the woman asked why Yun Luo had fallen from the cliff.

Since she had already decided to go to the Hehuan Sect, Yun Luo did not hide anything and laid out her entire experience.

"I was originally a Disciple of the Heavenly Star Sect..."

A quarter of an hour later.

"Outrageous!"

The woman smashed the table apart with one palm.

"The Heavenly Star Sect? What a coincidence. I was just about to find them. If I don't kick their gates to pieces today, my name isn't Mu He."

Before Yun Luo could even finish eating, she grabbed Yun Luo by the back of her collar and headed for the Heavenly Star Sect.

By then, a full day had passed since Yun Luo had been thrown off the cliff. When Mu He kicked through the sect-protecting grand formation, the Disciples had just finished Morning practice.

Watching the formation dissolve into drifting spiritual power, Yun Luo stared in utter disbelief.

The legendary formation capable of withstanding Spirit Transformation had been kicked apart with one foot?

The gatekeeping Disciple was so frightened he nearly pissed himself. "En-enemy attack—!"

The Disciples immediately formed hand seals, attempting to join forces and resist the attack.

The woman ignored everyone. With a turn of her delicate hand, a Crimson Spiritual Whip flew from her grasp, roaming through the towering buildings like a Jiaolong.

It did not hurt anyone, but wherever it passed, only broken walls and ruined debris remained.

By the time the elders arrived, more than half of the Heavenly Star Sect's buildings had become rubble.

Their foundation of centuries was destroyed in a single day.

The Sect Leader's eyes were bloodshot as he roared:

"Who dares cause trouble in my Heavenly Star Sect?"

The woman raised her hand, and the spiritual whip flew back into it.

She stepped forward. Her Vermilion Lips parted, and her voice descended like countless mountains falling from the sky, as though it could crush the soul itself.

"Mu He of the Hehuan Sect!"