Only then did Li Ling truly experience the drawbacks of cultivating demonic arts.
Some demonic arts seemed extraordinarily powerful at first glance, allowing cultivators to progress rapidly and become combat-ready in a short time.
Yet if they were too weak themselves and had nothing to rely on, even a slight backlash could kill them.
Li Ling's heart ached all night. Only after daybreak did it recover and stop hurting.
The Ninth Princess offered to massage his chest, and Li Ling agreed. Even as she rubbed it, however, he reassured her, "I'm fine. Besides, I've more or less figured out her characteristics now. I can guard against this kind of attack."
Hearing this, the Ninth Princess rolled her eyes at him. "Is whether you can guard against it really the issue?"
Li Ling thought for a moment, then laughed despite himself. "That's true. If she keeps popping out without warning to stab me a few times, she'll frighten me into an illness even if nothing's wrong with me.
"But don't worry. That wisp of resentment has already been dispersed, so she shouldn't act up again anytime soon. Evil-repelling incense can also effectively suppress the yin spirit's movements and keep her from overstepping."
Then his expression grew slightly grave. "Still, Chao Shu and Jie Hua really were badly frightened. We should let them rest properly. But if we dismiss them, dependents like them, who can only survive by relying on their masters, will have nowhere to go. We can only keep supporting them..."
What occurred to Li Ling now was that, as his cultivation and strength improved, those mortal maidservants were already finding it difficult to keep up. He and the Ninth Princess no longer needed anyone attending them personally, either.
Never mind their nighttime affairs-even for ordinary washing, dressing, eating, drinking,