What were you about to do to my Master just now?
Liǔ Niáng swayed her hips ahead, feeling utterly pleased.
Just thinking about soon enjoying the tender, delicate skin of an Immortal Lord—how could she not be happy?
She had been entangled with that dead ghost for the past month and was long tired of it.
Moreover, the skin that dead ghost had changed into this time was so disgusting.
With a bloated belly and greasy intestines, there was no excitement at all during intimate affairs.
Mu Lingyan followed closely behind.
Unaware that Liǔ Niáng’s mind was filled with lewd thoughts.
She was currently communicating with the System.
【Little Weakling, what are my chances of defeating this Skin-peeling demon?】
System: “Host, forgive my bluntness, but if you use some broken Immortal Sect techniques, you’re basically delivering yourself to her.”
Mu Lingyan keenly caught the words “broken Immortal Sect techniques.”
She retorted, “So, if I use demonic energy, I have a chance of winning?”
System: “Yes, Host. After all, you possess an innate demonic body and are the natural-born Demon Venerable.”
Mu Lingyan couldn’t help but ask curiously, “What are the odds then?”
The System replied proudly, “One hundred percent, of course.”
Hiss, that strong?
Using demonic arts to defeat demonic magic.
But if she were to use demonic energy and her Master found out, it would be troublesome.
“Hey, what are you spacing out for? Hurry up and come inside!” Liǔ Niáng stood with her hands on her hips, shouting impatiently from ahead.
Mu Lingyan mumbled a couple of “ohs” and quickened her pace.
She discreetly observed Liǔ Niáng in front of her and noticed that the skin on Liǔ Niáng’s body had already begun to fester.
Especially on her wrists, dark purple marks resembling cadaveric lividity had appeared.
No wonder she was so impatient.
She must be itching to swap skins with me right now.
Mu Lingyan caught up and tried to reason with her, appealing to her emotions: “Liǔ Niáng, if I’m about to die, I won’t rest in peace without knowing the truth. Could you be kind enough to tell me if the three cases and the murderer of Bái Hé are all you?”
Liǔ Niáng looked irritable and snapped, “What if it is me? What if it isn’t? Hurry up, I’m in a rush!” She rubbed her arm and glanced back at Mu Lingyan with a look that seemed ready to devour her.
Mu Lingyan wasn’t afraid of this Skin-peeling demon—she was the Demon Venerable with an innate demonic body.
So she raised an eyebrow and continued to provoke: “Why did you kill so many people? Bái Hé’s brother was male. You love female skin, so why take male skin as well?”
“Hmph, I’m a demon, not some great philanthropist. What’s wrong with killing a few people?”
“Stop babbling, hurry up!” Her current skin was getting itchier and itchier.
Once they entered Liǔ Niáng’s courtyard, the latter waved her hand, and the gate slammed shut with a loud “bang.”
When Liǔ Niáng suddenly turned around, it genuinely startled Mu Lingyan.
To be honest…
Because…
It was truly terrifying!!
All traces of the enchanting, seductive courtesan were gone.
Now, Liǔ Niáng’s face was contorted with malice, her cheeks covered in cadaveric lividity.
“Little girl, I’m going to peel your skin off now! I can’t wait any longer!” As she spoke, her hands transformed into claws, and she lunged fiercely at Mu Lingyan.
Mu Lingyan dodged, and Liǔ Niáng crashed straight onto the wooden floor.
Furious, she turned around and roared, “Little girl, are you looking for death?”
With her roar, the skin on her nose peeled off, dangling loosely from the flesh.
She hadn’t expected Mu Lingyan to dare dodge, causing her to fall hard.
Mu Lingyan waved her hands and forced a dry laugh: “Don’t rush, Liǔ Niáng. After all, I came willingly. Couldn’t you be a bit gentler?”
Liǔ Niáng reached up and tore off the skin that had fallen from her nose, glaring at Mu Lingyan with bloodshot eyes in warning.
“I warn you, behave yourself! If you dodge again, I’ll make you wish you were dead!”
Tsk, such a temper…
Mu Lingyan couldn’t be bothered to waste words on her. The truth would become perfectly clear once she extracted the demon core and probed her spiritual sense.
So she stopped pretending.
Time to lay her cards on the table!
Mu Lingyan clicked her tongue and shook her head slightly, sweeping her gaze over Liǔ Niáng from head to toe.
“Skin-peeling demon, your current appearance is downright hideous!”
Liǔ Niáng’s veins bulged, enraged: “What did you say?”
Mu Lingyan sneered, black mist seeping from her fingertips.
To match her current wild, arrogant, and cool image, she deliberately let out two sinister laughs.
The System in her Sea of Consciousness felt its host contained a rather high percentage of silly goose.
Sweating helplessly.
Mu Lingyan maintained the demeanor of the Demon Venerable, step by step closing in on Liǔ Niáng.
“A mere skin-peeling demon dares to act recklessly before this venerable one.”
Liǔ Niáng was so frightened that several more patches of skin peeled from her cheeks, retreating in terror.
“You… you’re a demon cultivator?”
Mu Lingyan didn’t answer her question, merely narrowing her dangerous phoenix eyes to ask: “Earlier in my room, what did you say you were going to do to my Master?”
“I… I-I-I…”
“I! I didn’t want to do anything!”
Mu Lingyan caught a glimpse of cunning flashing in the other’s crimson demonic pupils. She immediately raised her right hand, black mist entangling Liǔ Niáng’s body just as she reached out to launch a sneak attack.
Liǔ Niáng was tightly bound by demonic energy, unable to move.
Mu Lingyan walked over to her side with a smile, disdainfully glancing at her face.
Then, controlling the demonic energy, she tightened the ropes formed by the black mist.
Most of Liǔ Niáng’s skin had already rotted away.
Mu Lingyan stood over her, looking down: “You know, today the worst thing you could have done was attempt something against my Master. Add to that four human lives—how could this venerable one let you die so easily?”
Liǔ Niáng struggled, begging for mercy: “Please, Demon Cultivator, spare this humble one! I’ll confess everything, I’ll tell you everything!”
Mu Lingyan reached out, placing her index finger before Liǔ Niáng in a silencing gesture.
“No, not demon cultivator—Demon Venerable.”
“This venerable one no longer needs you to say anything.”
“Ah!! Spare… me…”
The sharp, piercing screams gradually subsided, fading from weak moans into deathly silence.
Mu Lingyan deftly extracted the demon core, seized Liǔ Niáng’s soul spirit as it tried to flee, and probed it with her spiritual sense.
After searching Liǔ Niáng’s memories with her spiritual sense, her expression turned icy.
This is bad!
To think even that guy was impersonated by a skin-peeling demon.
As Mu Lingyan flew toward the backyard, the System hadn’t yet recovered from its host’s earlier show of arrogance.
It murmured with lingering fear: She really is a born villain, handling villainous deeds with such ease.
Was Mu Lingyan afraid when she killed the monstrous creature just now?
Of course she was.
She had crossed over from a scientific, civilized society where she hadn’t even slaughtered a fish, let alone killed a wretched, eerie monster.
But she had already transmigrated into this book.
That fact couldn’t be changed.
The world of cultivation and fantasy was inherently one where the strong preyed on the weak.
Killing to protect herself—sooner or later, she would have to adapt.
Gritting her teeth, Mu Lingyan suppressed her trembling hands and desperately ran toward the backyard.
She was afraid something might happen to He Xuan.
Even though she knew he was the male lead, she couldn’t help but worry.