A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World - Chapter 239: Wild and Primal (5)

Chapter 239: Chapter 239: Wild and Primal (5)

Goldie silently looked at the patched-up puppet lying below it.

Now, up close—

Seeing the damage inflicted on it, along with its missing arm, Goldie couldn’t help but wonder if what it had done, as the book instructed had truly been the correct choice.

Even though Goldie had already intended to step in if that woman tried to kill it but…seeing the state of the puppet up close now make it feel a bit wrong.

“…”

It finally learned not to trust everything the book said and instructed, and that it had to be flexible.

Goldie lowered its gaze to its own large and powerful hand.

Then it slowly knelt down, placing its palm gently against the puppet’s chest, ignoring the alert demonic disciples surrounding it.

It wasn’t that Goldie didn’t care about these “enemies”.

Goldie simply knew that.

…Killing all of them would be easy and quick.

Meanwhile, the other female demonic disciples didn’t dare move as they watched the black-cloaked figure silently appear in their midst, afraid that even the slightest motion might spell their death.

Cold sweat ran down their spines as they remained completely still.

Their robes clung damply to their skin.

No one moved.

No one even dare to breathed loudly.

Because none of them had sensed it arrive.

Not a footstep.

Not a ripple of qi.

Nothing.

And that was exactly what made it terrifying.

They weren’t useless women who only knew how to spread their legs.

They had survived ambushes.

Killed rivals.

Walked out of secret realms and many dire situation stained red.

Every one of them was a seasoned cultivator who had crawled through trials and bloodshed to reach where they stood today.

It could be said that the environment they grew up in was cruel, but it had forged them into ruthless, hardened demonic cultivators.

Their instincts were sharper than blades.

Their sense for danger had saved their lives countless times.

Which was why…

They could smell it.

An extreme, deadly sense of danger coming from that black-cloaked figure.

Even Yao Xin nearby was on full alert, already began activating her “Scripture”.

And as her eyes remained fixed on the black-cloaked figure, she couldn’t help but notice something.

The cloak

’Black cloak…? Are they connected?’ Yao Xin inwardly thought.

She remembered that the puppet she had fought before wore a similar cloak, only it had been white.

She couldn’t help but wonder if they were connected; otherwise, there was no explanation for why the black-cloaked figure seemed to ignore them entirely while examining the damaged puppet.

“…Sister Yao, do you… know him?”

Yin Yuexie, standing next to Yao Xin, noticed the look on her face and couldn’t help but ask.

She had always been exceptionally good at reading expressions, and judging by the look on Yao Xin’s face, it seemed she knew something.

Yao Xin remained silent for a moment before speaking.

“I don’t know… but maybe… it came for that puppet.”

As she spoke, her fingers tightened around the talisman hidden in her sleeve.

Hearing this, Yin Yuexie muttered a curse under her breath at Yao Xin for being such a troublemaker.

Just a moment ago, she had seemed like a considerate fellow disciple, willing to help…..but now, all she wanted was to push Yao Xin aside to save herself.

Then she stopped herself, as whether betraying Yao Xin could even save her was uncertain as the black-cloaked figure’s intentions were unknown.

Not to mention she knew how much treasure Yao Xin possessed, making success even less likely.

So for now, instead of thinking about that, she needed to try to clear up the misunderstanding.

“…Senior,” Yin Yuexie forced a polite smile toward the black-cloaked figure, though the corner of lips twitch ever so slightly.

“There might be some misunderstanding between us. As you can see, we were only trying to fix that puppet.”

She let out a beautiful, pleading smile, designed to evoke sympathy.

Yin Yuexie knew her charm well.

Throughout her days of wandering, she had carefully used it to save her life more times than she could count.

Hearing her words, Yao Xin opened her mouth as if to speak but then closed it, focusing inward instead.

After a while,

Yin Yuexie, who had been expecting at least some response, stood there awkwardly as the black-cloaked figure didn’t even glance at her.

He didn’t react or pause, as if whatever he was doing was far more important than speaking to her.

Goldie simply kept its hand pressed against the puppet’s chest, unmoving, silent, and utterly indifferent to the world around it.

Then—

Hummmmmm—

A low vibration spread outward.

Golden lines ignited beneath the damaged puppet’s torso, like blood vessels coming back to life as the cracks slowly began to seal.

Splinters reconnected.

Wood regenerated over the missing parts on its own.

At the sight, Yin Yuexie’s pupils constricted.

“…He… is restoring it?”

She blinked, stunned, trying to comprehend what kind of technique could repair a puppet so effortlessly.

Meanwhile, Goldie focused on regenerating the puppet’s arm with Wood Manipulation.

Though the material wasn’t as refined as Divine Wood, it would serve temporarily until Goldie returned the puppet to its master for a full repair.

Gradually, the wooden arm grew, and the remaining cracks were mended.

Soon,

The puppet now looked almost as good as before…., though now it carried the subtle aura of something that had truly experienced life.

Like an veteran soldier who had survive war and battlefield.

“….”

Finally, Goldie infused some of its spiritual qi into the core that contained the puppet’s soul.

Crack…

The repaired puppet twitched, golden light slowly igniting in its sockets.

“…!”

It seemed to come back to life as its golden eyes blinked for the first time.

The first thing it saw was Goldie, kneeling beside it, looking down.

It was momentarily surprised to see Goldie but instinctively, it hurried to sit up.

Then, as if a light bulb had gone off in its mind, it finally remembered what had happened.

But before it could even begin to explain what had happened, its gaze fell on the woman in the distance, the one who had destroyed its cloak and defeated it.

“…!”

It kept pointing toward her, with its head gesturing toward Goldie.

Seeing this,

Goldie simply patted its shoulder, as if transmitting its intention.

Soon, as if understanding something, the puppet glanced at Yao Xin one last time with reluctant, then stood and leapt into the distance.

After the puppet have retreated to a safe distance,

Goldie finally turned its attention toward the female demonic disciples surrounding it and began moving slowly, deliberately.

The nearby disciples flinched at this.

Yin Yuexie felt her throat grow dry, but she forced a smile and continued.

She had dealt with countless men before.

Arrogant young masters, righteous hypocrites, even elders who thought with their lower bodies.

All of them had desire, fear and greed.

Something she could read.

Something she could manipulate.

But this…

There was nothing.

It was like staring into an empty abyss.

“…Senior,” she tried again, her voice softer now, almost trembling despite herself. “We truly meant no offense. If that puppet belongs to you, we—”

Before she could finish speaking,

Goldie took one step forward.

Just one.

Whoosh!

And in an instant, he appeared right beside Yin Yuexie like a ghost.

Yin Yuexie’s smile froze on her face.

Her brain hadn’t even processed what had happened yet.

Then—

Smack!

A dull, heavy sound rang out.

Like a massive stone smashing into a watermelon,

Goldie casually swung his hand sideways and Yin Yuexie’s head exploded into a bloody mess.

Spurt!

Now headless, the beautiful body swayed for a moment before dropping to its knees and collapsing onto the ground.

Thud.

Everyone fell silent in the face of the sudden carnage.

One strike.

No technique.

No qi burst.

Just raw, effortless physical force….and that alone had killed one of their strongest…

“M-Monster…!”

One of them screamed before turning to flee.

Seeing someone starting to run, the others snapped out of their daze and began scrambling to escape.

Unconsciously…. or perhaps not, all of them fled in different directions, as if hoping that one among them could serve as a scapegoat.

…Only to realize a moment later that such a thought was hopelessly naive in the face of absolute strength.

Before they could get far—

Crack!

Thick, tree-branch-like vines erupted from the ground and lashed out at the fleeing figures.

Smack!

Spurt!

Some were smashed into bloody pulp.

Others were pierced straight through their chest before being crushed.

Even the female disciples who had been inside the tents and came out after hearing the commotion were not spared.

Under the night sky, screams echoed through the camp as people were butchered.

The camp which was filled with hunter before now became a slaughterhouse.

Soon, the screams gradually died down, until silence returned.

…Blood flowed and splashed gruesomely across the devastated camp.

Every single female demonic disciple lay dead… except Yao Xin who silently watch the massacre unfold with cold sweat sliding down her back.

She stood quietly, staring at the black-cloaked figure, now stood directly in front of her.

The tall figure had to lean down to meet her gaze.

“….”

Now, face to face with such a monster, Yao Xin’s mind began to race.