Chapter 26 - 26 26 Corpse in the Soil

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26: Chapter 26: Corpse in the Soil 26: Chapter 26: Corpse in the Soil At that time, soon after her breakthrough, she had fallen to the level of ordinary humans and couldn’t suppress the intense malevolence of Shou emerging from the coffin. Her palms had almost, over those years, become covered in scars and bite marks, and she had no idea how many times she had been bitten before she successfully calmed Shou’s emotions. Fortunately, in his subconscious, Shou retained some memory of her, which prevented him from leaping out of the small coffin to bite her to death. Even though they later got along harmoniously, it still took a whole hundred years to develop a tacit understanding. But what’s the deal with this little corpse demon? Casually raising a deer for just eleven days had bred such rapport. Yin Baishuang lowered her head to check her delicate embroidered shoes, wondering if she had stepped on a lemon. Why did she feel a bit sour all of a sudden? Baili An didn’t notice her sourness as his Autumnwater Sword in his hand was already thrust forward. The sword light gently lit up in the dark night, soft as the refracted light on quiet stream water. But the Sword Qi formed under his palm was very sharp and cold. A stab directed toward the darkness in front, the clear sword light reflecting a wooden and stiff face. The hunter who had once tearfully thanked him for saving his life had completely changed his expression, radiating an evil and icy aura. His eyeballs rotated unnaturally in their hollow sockets, just like a soulless puppet. He threw a punch, seemingly without noticing the sharp edge of the Autumnwater Sword. “Crack!” The sound of splitting wood echoed as if an axe had just cleaved a log into two. The hunter’s robust dark arm was split from the fist, leaving no trace of blood but crisp fractures, as if under a human skin there lay a piece of wood. The Sword Qi tore vigorously, shredding the arm into thousands of wooden filaments. The Autumnwater Sword thrust simply and cleanly into his chest, then seemed to hit something hard, making it impossible to pierce through. Baili An slightly furrowed his brow. The hunter erupted into a howl like a demon. His eyes clouded over with a muddy yellow tint, and he again raised his fist, smashing towards Baili An’s head. Baili An narrowed his eyes into slits, just about to retract his sword when he realized he couldn’t. That hard object in his chest seemed to possess an infinite magnetic force, firmly gripping the sword tip of Autumnwater Sword. Even stranger was that this force of attraction extended from the Autumnwater Sword up to his palm. He couldn’t even let go of the hilt and could only watch as the fist smashed down. The punch, laden with heavy Gale, seemed to have all demonic power funneled into it. Even Baili An’s corpse demon body likely couldn’t withstand it. At this critical moment, suddenly, a palm cool as jade pressed against his back. Gently… pushing him forward. The force was light, but Baili An uncontrollably stumbled forward. And at the tip of the still-hard Autumnwater Sword, a faint “crack…” noise sounded. The fake hunter’s body was instantly penetrated. The ferociously smashing fist stiffened abruptly and then, as if it had lost some controlling power, fell limply and powerlessly onto Baili An’s shoulder. Baili An steadied his body, withdrew his longsword, and pushed the hunter’s body down before turning around with a baffled look at Yin Baishuang. Hadn’t she said she wouldn’t intervene? Yin Baishuang, as if she didn’t notice his gaze, solemnly stared at the distant mountains, her right hand slowly returning to her wide red sleeve. “It slipped.” “Dad!!!” A heart-wrenching cry came from the girl on the deer’s back. Ignoring the pain of her unhealed leg wound, she limped desperately towards Baili An, her little face twisted in despair and her eyes bitterly accusing him. “I’ll kill you!!!” Sёarch* The Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Regardless of her frail strength, she pounced at him like a madwoman. Baili An stepped aside easily, avoiding her charge. He calmly watched the girl fall to the ground and made no move to help her. The girl, with eyes red and swollen, cried out while lying on the ground, “Why! Why save us and then kill my dad!” Yin Baishuang’s gaze suddenly shifted as if sensing something, her brow furrowed with a hint of sternness. She approached the fake hunter’s body, crouched down, and suddenly stretched out her hand, marble-like and flawless. The girl’s delicate palm easily cracked open the fake hunter’s chest. The girl was shocked, perhaps having never seen such cruelty—killing a person and then further desecrating the body. Her face twisted in red rage, she grabbed a sharp stone nearby and fiercely hurled it at Yin Baishuang. Baili An moved quickly, stepping in front of Yin Baishuang; the stone did not hit her but struck his leg instead. Unaware of the stone, Yin Baishuang searched the shattered chest cavity with her hand. Her eyes grew cold as she said, “Are you blind or just stupid? He is not your father.” Her palm withdrew from the chest cavity, pulling out wood shavings, yet her hand remained unstained by blood. Instead, in the center of her palm, there was a blood-red stone. The stone, shaped like a human heart and as red as blood, was cold and still. The hard object that Baili An’s sword had encountered was this stone. The girl also saw the stone in her hand, frozen as her mind went blank, gazing vacantly at her father’s body on the ground which, despite its gruesome death, bore not a trace of blood. Her complexion drained of color: “How is it possible… how is it possible… Dad, how can he not be human.” “It’s true that your father was human, but this man, he isn’t your father anymore,” Baili An explained. He looked at Yin Baishuang holding the blood stone, his eyes already replaced by frigid cold. “What is this?” He couldn’t help but ask. With a snap, the blood stone turned to dust in her palm, drifting away through her fingertips. Her gaze was somber, filled with barely concealed loathing as she coldly stated, “The Puppetry Technique of the Demon Sect.” “Demon Sect?” Baili An’s eyes flickered. This was the second time he had heard this term. Yin Baishuang slowly rose, her red dress in the darkness like a bold flame, her black hair flowing in the night wind. Under the cold moonlight, her eyes were colder than the moonrise: “While the myriad demons of the Demon Cave rise in full force, the long-silent Demon Sect has finally grown tired of obscurity… Good, very good!” The Puppetry Technique was an untouchable Forbidden Technique in her heart, tied to too many memories of her youth. She gazed out at the Endless Sea, her silver white longsword at her waist trembling fiercely as though sensing its master’s unrest. If you dare set your filthy feet across the sea, I won’t mind cleansing the Endless with blood! Let’s turn the world upside down! Seeing her expression, Baili An knew it was time to part from this brief encounter.

Chapter 26 - 26 26 Corpse in the Soil

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