The Maiden Yang Qianqian

Chapter 29: The Young Maiden Yang Qianqian

Among human cultivators, special constitutions can occasionally emerge.

Much like how Demon Race cultivators possess Heavenly Demon bloodlines and innate divine abilities, the existence of such special constitutions in humans is exceptionally rare and scarce, collectively referred to as "Sacred Bodies."

Sacred Bodies likewise possess incredible and bizarre innate divine abilities.

When Chen Lin first heard that the young maiden was an exceptionally rare Sacred Body among human cultivators, he was momentarily startled, but he quickly composed himself. What he needed to consider now was naturally the completion of the side quest issued by the Main God Coffin to acquire the maiden's innate divine ability.

"Little girl, I gave you a chance earlier. You didn't leave when you had the chance, and now... no matter how eloquently you speak or how much you try to charm me, this Master will not let you go." Shaking his head, Chen Lin said, "Therefore, you had best stay obediently by this Master's side and stop thinking about how to escape. Otherwise... hehe..."

As he spoke, Chen Lin deliberately cast a malicious glance at the maiden's underdeveloped chest, the threat in his eyes self-evident.

"I... I am a Sacred Body! If you... if you dare to do anything to me... dare to..."

The maiden's dark, round eyes widened in extreme panic. She deliberately kept her pretty face taut, putting on a fierce, blustering front as if she wanted to utter some threatening words. However, the moment she met Chen Lin's menacing gaze, her voice gradually faded. It was clear she was terrified to the core, fearing that Chen Lin might harbor evil intentions, and she dared not make another sound.

"Hmm... although you still have a 'Spirit-Sealing Talisman' sealed within you, relying on just a single talisman doesn't seem entirely safe..." Seeming worried that the maiden might run away, Chen Lin rubbed his chin, a thoughtful look appearing in his eyes.

The "Spirit-Sealing Talisman" is a low-grade talisman that can only be used when the opponent is unable to resist. Each talisman implanted into the body can seal the target's entire spiritual energy for three days. However, because it is of little use in combat, few people bother to refine or sell them.

Chen Lin had wandered for a long time before finally spending twelve Low-Grade Spirit Stones to purchase three Spirit-Sealing Talismans as he had hoped.

The maiden gritted her teeth in secret, forced to watch helplessly as Chen Lin implanted all three talismans into her body. A look of frustration flashed in her eyes. She had originally intended to wait for the talismans to lose their effect and find a way to escape Chen Lin's control, but she hadn't expected him to be so cautious and meticulous, causing her little scheme to fall through.

After implanting the talismans into the maiden, Chen Lin nodded in satisfaction. But immediately after, he touched his somewhat shriveled Storage Bag and gave a helpless, bitter smile. As it turned out, he had very few spirit stones left. As for the materials needed to deal with the Yin Corpse, he would have to wait a couple of days to acquire more spirit stones before purchasing them.

Although the Main God Coffin's exchange system could convert Death Energy points directly into spirit stones, Chen Lin would never consider using precious Death Energy points for that purpose unless faced with an emergency. In his eyes, Death Energy points were far more important than spirit stones.

For the remainder of the time, Chen Lin simply wandered the market, observing the strange and varied cultivation materials while using a mix of probing and intimidation to extract information from the maiden.

It turned out the maiden's name was Yang Qianqian. She was originally a personal disciple of an elder in the "Forget-Emotion Valley." However, because of her exceptional aptitude and the awakening of an innate divine ability within her, the Valley Master of Forget-Emotion Valley had taken a liking to her, accepted her as a mantle disciple, and kept her hidden away.

Although the maiden possessed impressive cultivation despite her young age, her personality was eccentric and mischievous. She could not endure the ascetic life in the valley. Relying on her master's doting, she found an opportunity to sneak out of the sect. Unaware of the treacherous and crisis-ridden nature of the cultivation world, the inevitable happened: she ran into Demon Cultivators, who were at odds with the human race, and was abducted to the Myriad Demon Sect.

Although Chen Lin would occasionally intimidate and tease the maiden while they spoke, Yang Qianqian was eccentric and clever. She vaguely felt that Chen Lin did not seem like a truly wicked person, and her initially tense mood relaxed slightly.

Just like that, without realizing it, evening had arrived.

"Eh?"

Yang Qianqian was following behind Chen Lin, bored out of her mind. Inadvertently looking up at the sky, which was already turning dark, she suddenly let out a soft "eh." As if remembering something, she stared at Chen Lin's back with a very strange expression. After a long while, she muttered in a low voice, "I didn't expect this stinky demon's soul power to be so strong..."

Although the maiden only muttered, the two were very close, and Chen Lin heard her clearly. He stopped in his tracks, his body freezing in place.

Yang Qianqian was distracted and, failing to notice, let out an "ouch" as her little head collided solidly with Chen Lin's back. She looked up and gritted her teeth at him. "Hey! Stinky demon! Can't you say something when you're going to stop!"

Chen Lin couldn't be bothered to address the maiden's annoyance. He glanced at her and asked suspiciously, "Little girl, how did you know this Master's soul is strong?"

Yang Qianqian rolled her eyes, looking at Chen Lin as if he were an idiot. "That's such a stupid question. Usually, Xiantian Realm Demon Cultivators have a half-day transformation period; they can only take human form during the day and revert to their true beast form by evening. But the sky is already turning dark, and you are still maintaining your human form. If that doesn't mean your soul is strong, what does?"

Chen Lin was stunned. Only then did he realize that ever since he broke through to the Xiantian Realm, he hadn't reverted to his true form. Hearing the maiden say this, he suddenly found it strange.

Thinking of this, Chen Lin couldn't help but ask, "What does a Demon Cultivator's transformation have to do with soul strength?"

"Stinky demon, don't you even know the common knowledge of the cultivation world?" Yang Qianqian looked at Chen Lin in surprise and said, "The soul represents one's most essential form. Although Xiantian Realm Demon Race members can forcibly transform their souls into human form for a short time, because their soul power is weak, it is impossible to maintain this form for long. But you can maintain this form without change, so your soul power must be strong."

"So that's how it is."

Chen Lin suddenly understood, though he felt a bitter smile in his heart. It turned out the Parasitic Soul-Sharing Body constitution wasn't entirely useless; it actually had this benefit. With two souls coexisting, it was equivalent to him possessing twice the soul power of an ordinary beast. With strong soul power, he naturally wouldn't revert to his beast form, and maintaining this human form would naturally greatly increase his cultivation speed.

But if he could, Chen Lin would rather not have this benefit. This damned constitution was like a sword hanging over his head that would sooner or later take his life.

After finishing their tour of the market and returning to his courtyard, the sky had turned completely dark.

As they approached the door to Chen Lin's room, Yang Qianqian's footsteps suddenly stopped. Her pretty face tightened, her heart began to race, and her slender, fair hands unconsciously reached under her collar, twisting constantly, with sweat faintly seeping from her palms.

She shuffled her feet, head bowed, standing motionless in place.

Seeing her like this, Chen Lin's mind turned, and he immediately understood what the maiden was nervous about.

He found it amusing, but his face remained expressionless as he said, "What? Are you afraid I'm going to eat you?"

"W-who... who is?!"

Yang Qianqian's eyes darted around, and she stammered, "I... this young lady is... is fine staying... staying outside..."

"If you stay outside, what if you run away?" Chen Lin rolled his eyes. "Get inside, now."

"I... I won't run... I swear!"

Yang Qianqian shook her little head like a rattle, her body retreating constantly, refusing to go in.

Chen Lin rolled his eyes, took a large step, and in the blink of an eye, reached Yang Qianqian's side. Before the maiden could resist, he bent down, wrapped one arm around her, and hoisted her onto his shoulder. He kicked the door open and walked inside.

"Let me go! Let me go! You stinky demon! You shameless, despicable villain!"

Yang Qianqian was both ashamed and angry. Being carried on Chen Lin's back, she wanted to resist, but her spiritual energy was sealed, leaving her no stronger than an ordinary person. She could only kick wildly with her fair, slender legs, but the force of these kicks against Chen Lin was painless, like a mere tickle.

Once inside the room, Chen Lin tossed the little girl onto the bed.

Thrown onto the bed, Yang Qianqian let out a startled "ah" and struggled, trying to get up and escape.

"Hehe, the little girl is truly beautiful. Come, let Master have a kiss first, then I'll properly dote on you..."

Seeing the maiden still refusing to settle down, Chen Lin chuckled. He deliberately leaned his body over the bed, one hand appearing to reach for his robe's sash, his face drawing closer and closer to the maiden's with a malicious expression.

Looking at the face drawing ever closer, Yang Qianqian could even feel the hot breath from Chen Lin's respiration against her lips. Her pretty face turned deathly pale, and her eyes truly revealed a look of terror.

"Wuu wuu..."

To Chen Lin's surprise, the little girl, overcome with fear, began to sob pitifully. Tears rolled down like beads from a broken string.