"Hmph!"
Seeing that her seductive arts had failed to ensnare him, the Demon Cultivator suddenly let out a heavy, muffled snort.
The next moment, her figure reappeared.
This time, there was not the slightest trace of delight on the Demon Cultivator's face. Her gaze was icy, and the aura around her was as cold as frost in the bitterest winter.
In her hand, she held a tiny flying sword no longer than seven inches, its body covered in serpentine patterns. The blade gleamed with a chilling light, its tip aimed straight at Su Shi'er's heart.
Just as the flying sword was about to strike, Su Shi'er's chanting abruptly ceased.
At the same time, his body swayed lightly as he shifted sideways at even greater speed.
In that same instant, the Demon Cultivator's alluring figure and the flying sword in her hand brushed past Su Shi'er by a hair's breadth.
Before Su Shi'er could unleash a counterattack, the Demon Cultivator vanished without a trace once more.
Yet a merry, silver-bell-like laugh rang out across the scene.
"Hehe... I thought you had truly become a Buddha or a sage, fearless even in the face of death."
"Since you are alive, why put on such a cold and aloof act?"
"Even if you are an iceberg today, I will melt you. The pleasures of the mortal world—dual cultivation is the most beautiful thing in existence, and especially dual cultivation with me. I guarantee I'll make you crave death and feel like an immortal. Perhaps... I might even greatly increase your Mana!"
Amid that silver-bell laughter, the Demon Cultivator's seductive voice rang out again.
Hearing this,
Su Shi'er's eyes flickered, and he immediately prepared to resume chanting the Daoist Scripture.
But before a sound could leave his lips, the scene before him changed drastically.