Chapter 22: Worse than The Devourer
*POV: BaiShe*
The wind whipped against my face as I soared through the sky, a smile still playing on my lips.
"Yin Void, huh? Interesting."
I never thought I’d encounter someone whose physique I couldn’t decipher at first glance, especially when she’s just a nascent soul. And Qinling, of all people.
My smile widened slightly. It wasn’t time yet. She was too immature, too impulsive. I had to wait for her to mature, to develop her law. Once she reached her peak, only then would I decide her final fate.
Until then, I’d play along.
Fatigue began to catch up with me, and my face grew paler with every passing moment due to blood loss. I could feel the throbbing pain in my chest, but I dismissed it with a simple sigh. It wasn’t the first sword strike I’d taken, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
After hours of uninterrupted flight, I finally spotted the massive gates of the sect’s domain. The sacred mountains surrounding the territory loomed majestically, imbued with ancient and powerful Qi.
I descended slowly, crossing the inner courtyard, where a few disciples shot me disdainful glances. They whispered among themselves, but I paid them no mind. My goal was clear: the main pavilion, at the top of the mountain.
However, as I approached the entrance, two guards blocked my path.
They were Saint-Sage level cultivators. Powerful warriors who, once upon a time, would have shown me respect due to my status, but today, their eyes held only contempt and impatience.