The Girl, Yang Qianqian

Chapter 29: The Girl, Yang Qianqian

Special physiques could also emerge among human cultivators.

Just as Demon Race cultivators possessed Heavenly Demon bloodlines and innate divine abilities, humans could have special physiques too. However, such people were exceedingly rare among human cultivators, and they were collectively known as Sacred Bodies.

Sacred Bodies likewise possessed incredible, bizarre, and varied innate divine abilities.

When Chen Lin first learned that the girl was one of the exceedingly rare Sacred Bodies among human cultivators, he was somewhat astonished, but quickly calmed down. What he needed to consider now was completing the side quest issued by the Main God Coffin and obtaining the girl's innate divine ability!

"Little girl, I gave you a chance just now. I told you to leave, but you wouldn't. Well, now... no matter how eloquently you plead, or what flowers you make bloom from the ground, I won't let you go." Chen Lin shook his head. "So you'd better stay by your master's side like a good girl. Don't even think about escaping. Otherwise... heh heh..."

As he spoke, Chen Lin deliberately gave the girl's still undeveloped chest a lecherous glance. The threat in his eyes was unmistakable.

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

The girl's round, glistening eyes widened. Her gaze was frantic, but she forced her pretty face into a tense expression, putting on a fierce front that was all bark and no bite. She seemed to want to threaten him, but as soon as she met Chen Lin's menacing gaze, her voice gradually trailed off. She was clearly terrified, afraid that Chen Lin might harbor wicked thoughts, and didn't dare say another word.

"Hmm... You still have a 'Spirit-Sealing Talisman' sealed inside you, but with just one talisman, it doesn't seem quite secure enough..." Chen Lin rubbed his chin, looking thoughtful, as though he were worried she might run away.

The Spirit-Sealing Talisman was a low-grade talisman that could only be used when the other party was unable to resist. Each one struck into someone's body could seal their spiritual energy for three days. But since it wasn't very useful in battle, few people crafted or sold them.

Chen Lin had wandered around for a long time before finally spending twelve Low-Grade Spirit Stones to buy three Spirit-Sealing Talismans, just as he'd hoped.

The girl gritted her teeth, able only to watch as Chen Lin drove all three talismans into her body. Frustration flashed in her eyes. She had originally planned to find a way to escape Chen Lin's control when the Spirit-Sealing Talisman wore off, but she hadn't expected him to be so cautious, leaving her little scheme in ruins.

Only after striking the Spirit-Sealing Talismans into the girl's body did Chen Lin nod in satisfaction. But then he rubbed his rather depleted Storage Bag and gave a helpless, bitter smile. It turned out he had spent nearly all his Spirit Stones. As for the materials he needed to deal with the Yin Corpse, he could only buy them in a couple of days, after he got more Spirit Stones.

Although the Main God Coffin's exchange system could directly exchange Death Energy points for Spirit Stones, Chen Lin would never consider spending precious Death Energy points on them unless he faced an emergency. In his eyes, Death Energy points were far more important than Spirit Stones.

For the rest of the time, Chen Lin strolled around the marketplace, idly looking over all manner of strange cultivation materials while half coaxing and half intimidating the girl into revealing information about herself.

It turned out the girl was named Yang Qianqian. She had originally been the personal disciple of an elder in Forget-Emotion Valley, but because of her outstanding aptitude and the fact that she had awakened an innate divine ability, the Valley Master took a liking to her and accepted her as his successor, keeping her hidden away.

Though Yang Qianqian was young, her cultivation was already impressive. But she was mischievous by nature and couldn't stand the Valley's quiet cultivation. Relying on her master's fondness for her, she seized a chance to sneak out of the sect. She had no idea how treacherous the cultivation world was, or how dangers lurked everywhere. What happened next was only natural: she ran into Demon Cultivators opposed to humanity and was abducted to the Myriad Demon Sect.

Although Chen Lin threatened and teased her from time to time, Yang Qianqian was clever and quick-witted. She vaguely felt that Chen Lin didn't seem like a bad person, and her tense mood eased somewhat.

Before they knew it, evening had arrived.

"Huh?"

Yang Qianqian had been following behind Chen Lin, bored out of her mind. She happened to look up at the sky, which was already growing dark, and let out a soft "huh," as if she had suddenly remembered something. She stared at Chen Lin's back with a strange look for a long while before muttering, "I didn't expect this stinking demon's soul to be so powerful..."

The girl had only muttered under her breath, but they were standing so close that Chen Lin heard her clearly. He stopped in his tracks, freezing in place.

Yang Qianqian had been distracted and didn't notice in time. She let out an "ow" as her little head bumped squarely into Chen Lin's back. She looked up and glared at him through gritted teeth. "Hey! Stinking demon! Couldn't you say something before you stopped?"

Chen Lin couldn't be bothered with her irritation. He glanced at her and asked in confusion, "Little girl, how did you know my soul was powerful?"

Yang Qianqian rolled her eyes and looked at Chen Lin as if he were an idiot. "That's such a stupid question. Ordinary Xiantian-stage Demon Cultivators can only maintain their transformed state for half a day. They can only take human form during the day, then turn back into their vicious beast forms at dusk. But it's almost dark now, and you're still in human form. If your soul isn't powerful, what is?"

Chen Lin froze, only then realizing it. Ever since he broke through to the Xiantian Realm, he had never turned back into his true form. Hearing the girl say it, he suddenly realized how strange it was.

At that, Chen Lin couldn't help asking, "What does a Demon Cultivator's transformation have to do with the strength of their soul?"

"Stinking demon, do you not even know the basics of cultivation?" Yang Qianqian looked at Chen Lin in surprise. "The soul represents one's most fundamental form. Although Xiantian Realm Demon Race cultivators can temporarily force their souls into human form, their soul power is too weak to maintain that form for long. But you can keep this form without changing back, so your soul power must be strong."

"I see."

Chen Lin suddenly understood, but inwardly he could only smile bitterly. It turned out the Parasitic Soul-Sharing Body wasn't entirely without merit; it even had an advantage like this. With two souls sharing one body, he had twice the soul power of an ordinary vicious beast. Naturally, with such a powerful soul, he wouldn't turn back into his beast form. By staying in human form, he could greatly increase his cultivation speed.

But if he had a choice, Chen Lin would rather not have this advantage. This damned physique was like a sharp sword hanging over his head; sooner or later, it would take his life.

After finishing their tour of the marketplace and returning to his courtyard, night had fully fallen.

Just before they reached Chen Lin's room, Yang Qianqian suddenly stopped. Her pretty face tightened, and her heart began to race. Her slender, pale hands unconsciously slipped beneath her collar, twisting nervously as sweat dampened her palms.

She shuffled her feet, head bowed, and stood motionless.

Seeing her like this, Chen Lin quickly understood what was making the girl so nervous.

He found it amusing, but kept his expression blank. "What? Afraid I'm going to eat you?"

"W-what? Of course not!"

Yang Qianqian's eyes darted away as she stammered, "I... I can stay... stay outside..."

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

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

Yang Qianqian shook her little head like a rattle drum and kept backing away, refusing to go in.

Chen Lin rolled his eyes, strode forward, and reached her in an instant. Before she could resist, he bent down, hooked an arm around her, and hoisted her over his shoulder. Then he kicked the door open and walked inside.

"Put me down! Put me down! You stinking demon! You shameless, despicable brute!"

Yang Qianqian was both embarrassed and furious. Chen Lin had thrown her over his shoulder, and she wanted to fight back, but her spiritual energy was sealed, leaving her no stronger than an ordinary person. All she could do was flail her pale, slender legs, kicking wildly. But her blows barely registered on Chen Lin, as ineffectual as a tickle.

Chen Lin entered the room and tossed the little girl onto the bed.

Yang Qianqian landed on the bed with a startled cry and struggled to get up and flee.

"Heh heh, what a pretty little girl. Come, let your master kiss you first, then give you a good time..."

Seeing that the girl still wouldn't settle down, Chen Lin chuckled and deliberately leaned over the bed, planting his whole body in front of her. One hand seemed to reach for the ties of his robe as he brought his face closer, wearing a lecherous expression.

As Yang Qianqian watched his face draw nearer, she could even feel his warm breath against her lips. Her pretty face turned deathly pale, and genuine fear appeared in her eyes.

"Waaah..."

To Chen Lin's surprise, the little girl burst into tears from fear. Tears rolled down in a stream, like beads spilling from a broken string.