Chapter 268: Ximen Ren Survival Insitnct
After hearing that explanation, Song Wan fell into deep thought. But before she could reach any other conclusion, Ximen Ren suddenly changed on the screen.
He stepped out from his hiding place, his eyes filled with beastly lust. There was nothing else in his gaze now except the goddess-like woman before him.
"Ximen Ren! Don’t! It’s a trap!" she shouted at the screen, hoping her voice could somehow reach the man who was charging toward Dream Butterfly like a madman.
It was obvious that Ximen Ren possessed cultivation. His movements were swift and smooth like the wind, silent as he closed the distance.
But...
Ximen Ren seemed to regain a sliver of clarity.
He stopped in midair.
Then suddenly...
Bam!!!
Ximen Ren’s palm struck his own lower abdomen.
His face twisted in unbearable agony. The pain was so intense that he couldn’t even scream.
Watching the screen, Wei Chen instinctively closed his legs and covered his groin with both hands. His face unconsciously twisted into an "Oof" expression as a cold shiver ran through him.
So ruthless!
That was the only thought in Wei Chen’s mind.
And yes, it worked.
Ximen Ren’s survival instinct had won over his beastly demonic desire.
But the cost...
Song Wan was horrified to see Ximen Ren suddenly maim himself like that. She instinctively rushed toward the exit, but Wei Chen grabbed her shoulder, stopping her.
"Where do you think you’re going?"
"Let me go! Don’t you see he’s hurting!?" Song Wan tried to shake Wei Chen’s hand off, but his grip didn’t budge even an inch.
"You shouldn’t go to him right now. Otherwise..." Wei Chen began, but before he could finish, Song Wan suddenly swung at him.
Wei Chen calmly blocked the strike with his other hand.
"Otherwise what!? You’ll kill me!? I know you’re on friendly terms with Ximen Hao, and our Song Clan might not be a match for you! But I definitely won’t yield to you!" Song Wan screamed like a madwoman as she swung at him again.
Slap!
The sharp sound of a slap echoed throughout the tent.
This time, it wasn’t Wei Chen.
It was Mo Xingyao, who had stepped forward and slapped Song Wan across the face.
As for Wei Chen, he was completely bewildered by the situation.
"You should let her go, Chenchen. This ungrateful swine didn’t even try to listen to your warning, let her face whatever consequence herself." Mo Xingyao said.
"Sigh... You’re right..." Wei Chen sighed before releasing Song Wan’s shoulder.
"From this point on, you’re on your own. Whatever happens to you next will be the result of your own choices," Wei Chen said before completely ignoring her.
Song Wan froze for a brief moment.
But she was far more worried about Ximen Ren.
Pushing the entire conversation to the back of her mind, she rushed out of the command tent and ran toward the outskirts of the camp, where Ximen Ren was.
Ximen Ren, as a powerful Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, hadn’t lost consciousness.
He glanced at Dream Butterfly. As a mortal who couldn’t see in the dark, it was fortunate that his movement technique was sophisticated enough to keep her from noticing him.
He gritted his teeth, suppressing the agonizing pain as he channeled his cultivation into his legs before leaping away.
With a single jump, he retreated from the area without the woman named Yu’er noticing him.
Perfect!
It was a good thing they had used a mortal woman to lure him. If it had been a cultivator, he might have already been exposed.
"Urgh!"
A sharp pain struck him once again. The agony that still hadn’t subsided disrupted his circulation of spiritual qi.
He immediately began falling.
Quickly regaining control, he adjusted his descent toward an empty area before finally losing control and crashing onto the ground.
Bam!
Ximen Ren grunted in pain before forcing himself back to his feet.
He jumped once more.
With this leap, he would reach his tent, slip inside, and pretend that nothing had happened while quietly nursing his injuries.
But...
While in midair, his eyes caught sight of someone.
It was his naive little fool.
She had followed him.
And she had seen him using his movement technique.
Shit!
She knows I have cultivation!
Does she know what kind of cultivation I practice?
She shouldn’t... right?
A fool like her shouldn’t be knowledgeable enough to recognize the type of cultivation I practice.
No matter...
I need to get back to my tent first.
If I stay here any longer, the camp patrol might catch me.
With that thought in mind, Ximen Ren hurried back toward his tent.
With one dash of his movement technique, he arrived at his tent like a wind.
Ximen Ren quickly sat down on the ground and began channeling his cultivation to soothe the pain. He then took out a healing pill, popped it into his mouth, and did his best to guide its medicinal effects toward healing his injured groin.
He didn’t dare use his own cultivation to heal himself directly, as his demonic cultivation first transformed spiritual qi into demonic qi before he could make use of it.
That would immediately reveal to anyone nearby that he was a demonic cultivator.
Fortunately, the tent was well sealed, allowing him to hide from prying eyes outside.
Not even a minute had passed before the tent flap opened.
Ximen Ren clicked his tongue and glared at the newcomer.
Of course...
It was his naive little fool, Song Wan.
What should he do?
Should he kill her?
No!
That wasn’t possible.
He still needed the Song Clan’s connections to the imperial court for his long-term plans.
So...
What should he do?
"Ximen Ren... why are you looking at me like that?" Song Wan asked.
She was beginning to grow wary. Her mind started replaying Mo Xingyao’s words.
That even among demonic cultivators who practiced heavily modified derivative cultivation methods, their personalities would still be altered in some way.
There was always a price for the power they gained.
If...
If the cultivation method Ximen Ren practiced was...
No!
Ximen Ren wasn’t that kind of person!