A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World - Chapter 199: Abyssal Chain Asura, Ye Mo (5)

Chapter 199: Chapter 199: Abyssal Chain Asura, Ye Mo (5)

“Cough! Cough! Cough!”

Ye Mo gasped as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He spat out another thick, dark glob that splattered across him.

His vision shook.

Everything inside him felt burned.

Every breath felt like shattered glass scraping through his lungs.

“Damn… it hurts…” he gritted out, clutching his stomach. “What… happened to me?”

He tried to move—but the moment he shifted even an inch, a horrifying crackle of pain lanced through his torso.

It felt as if his entire stomach had caved in.

No—not just the stomach.

His spiritual sense brushed against his own body internally—

—and he nearly blanked out from the shock.

“…My internal organs…”

His voice trembled in disbelief despite his efforts.

“They’re… all shattered…?”

Every part of his body ached as if he’d been struck by a divine hammer.

“Wha—??”

Then his memories snapped back into place, and he finally remembered that he was still fighting Li Feng.

Gritting his teeth, he pushed the rock above him away and tried to stand.

Almost immediately, his legs gave out and he fell to his knees.

Drip…

Blood continued to flow out of his mouth like a loosened dam, staining the ground beneath him.

Sweat poured down his face as he glanced at the curve of his caved-in, deformed stomach.

Ye Mo finally understood that all of his internal organs had been shattered by a single punch.

“Haaa… haaa… haha… that was insane…”

Yet he still smiled, baring his bloody teeth as he manipulated the chains inside him to act as temporary bones.

Even though he tried not to underestimate Li Feng, he still…. overestimated himself.

Right now, he felt as if he were about to die, his life flashing before his eyes—

Ye Mo froze slightly as a memory hit him.

“…?”

He finally remembered the scene the shadowy figure had shown him.

The mismatched scenes.

The unsynced memories.

He frowned.

“…It seems I have to check it properly once I’m back at the sect—”

“Back at what?”

A casual voice reached him from the side.

Ye Mo jerked his head toward it and saw Li Feng, wearing only ragged cloth around his waist while his muscular upper body was bare, crouching beside him as if they were best friends sharing a secret.

Before he even realized it, Li Feng had already appeared silently next to him.

Ye Mo couldn’t help but laugh and murmur,

“…What a monster.”

Li Feng looked at the severely injured Ye Mo and couldn’t help being a bit surprised.

He had gone for the kill with that punch, and yet Ye Mo was still alive… albeit barely.

Seeing the chains shifting inside Ye Mo’s body, Li Feng’s eyes glinted.

’It seems he’s using those chains as temporary organs…’

At this, Li Feng couldn’t help but sigh as he stood up.

“I swear, you demonic cultivators are truly tenacious.”

Then he smile as he look at Ye Mo.

“…Actually, I have an offer for you, Ye Mo.”

Ye Mo, who had been silently trying to regain his strength, heard this and smiled.

“Oh? And what might that be?” he asked casually, trying to buy time to repair himself.

Li Feng either didn’t notice or simply didn’t care, and he grinned.

“Be my slave… and I’ll spare your life,” he said directly.

He planned to bestow a star onto Ye Mo, noticing it wasn’t a losing deal for him.

If the star succeeded, he would gain another apostle, also someone who could become quite helpful in searching for Yue Lan in this vast secret realm.

And if it failed? He would simply get another star upgrade.

’Plus… this guy definitely has a bright future.’

Li Feng recognized Ye Mo’s talent.

If it weren’t for him, Ye Mo could have been a massive problem for the righteous disciples here.

And at the thought of potentially gaining a powerful subordinate hidden inside the demonic ranks made him smile.

Meanwhile, Ye Mo, who had heard Li Feng’s words, fell silent and stopped smiling.

He glanced at Li Feng with cold, burning anger.

“…What did you just say? Me? A slave?”

His voice trembled with fury, and Li Feng noticed the venom in his tone.

“Hmm? Why, don’t you want to live?” Li Feng asked, blinking at the sudden aggression.

Ye Mo slowly lifted his head, meeting Li Feng’s gaze.

His vision blurred.

Blood pooled at the corner of his lips.

Every breath felt like knives sliding through shattered organs.

But his eyes… his eyes were cold.

Burning.

Humiliated.

“Live…?” Ye Mo repeated, chest heaving painfully. “You think… I would crawl at someone’s feet… just to breathe a little longer?”

Li Feng shrugged.

“You say that now, but look at yourself,” he gestured at Ye Mo’s collapsed body. “You’re dying.”

A small smile tugged at Li Feng’s lips.

“And I’m giving you a chance. It’s because I have some use—ehem, because I have some compassion as a righteous cultivator.”

Hearing this, Ye Mo exhaled slowly… then laughed.

Blood dripped down his chin.

His ribs shifted painfully.

His chains creaked, straining to hold what remained of his organs together.

But he laughed anyway.

“Hahahahaha!… Compassion…?” he whispered, as if tasting a word so absurd it was almost comical.

He coughed, blood spattering the earth beside his knee, then wiped his mouth with the back of his trembling hand.

His next words came out like frost.

“You righteous people… seem to look down on me a bit too much.”

Li Feng raised a brow, slightly taken aback.

’Is this guy really valuing his pride more than his life?’

Most demonic cultivators, he thought, were cunning, selfish, and cared only for survival or personal gain.

But Ye Mo now looked at him with unyielding eyes, his pride unbroken despite the dire situation he was in.

Truly a genius in his own right.

’I guess I was wrong…’ Li Feng thought, his impression of demonic cultivators shifting slightly.

But so what? If Ye Mo refused, he would simply make him submit.

After all, he had never been one to give pity to his enemies.

So, under Ye Mo’s cold outburst, Li Feng just smiled.

“…Are you done?”