Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 349 - 003: Great Demon_2

Chapter 349: Chapter 003: Great Demon_2

A True Spirit Level genius! That was a talent the entire Southern Wilderness coveted, and yet... yet she had scolded him...

The thought alone made her uncontrollably fearful, so when she looked at Zhou Yan, her expression was filled with immense worry and panic.

"Little Bell, you don’t need to worry! I won’t hold this against you. It’s rare to see someone as loyal and righteous as you. Later, I’ll craft a set of Soul Armor for you as a gift. Because if it weren’t for you calling me worthless, there might have been some things I wouldn’t have remembered, which might have caused me to miss out on some very important stuff!"

Zhou Yan glanced at little Bell, who had lost some of her composure from fright. Seeing her cute, foolish appearance, Zhou Yan felt a strange softness flash through his heart, prompting him to make this sudden decision.

"Soul... Soul Armor?"

"Is that a name or a grade..."

Lan Ruo and Xian Yue were stupefied once again.

"Kid, you sure are a jack of all trades, aren’t you? So then, why haven’t I heard of such a figure in the Southern Wilderness? Even that Zhou Yan Spirit couldn’t craft Soul Devices, and you, you share the same name with Zhou Yan, but I’m afraid you’ve just fancied that you’re him, haven’t you?"

At this moment, a cold voice came through, laden with endless sarcasm.

"Auntie! Weren’t you in seclusion? Why are you here?"

"Auntie, why have you come?"

Lan Ruo and Xian Yue couldn’t help but exclaim in tender calls.

Their tone could barely conceal that natural, affectionate sentiment.

"If I didn’t come? If I didn’t come, you two silly girls would have been fooled by this pretender, or maybe he would have shown his true colors shortly—anything to get you two to accompany him in Dual Cultivation or spout some shameless words like that. Unfortunately, you both believed him too easily! Alas!"

The woman’s voice had preceded her appearance.

Following that, a light and pleasant fragrance wafted through the air, the kind of serene and simple grace unique to a woman, which was not a mere body scent.

This aroma, normally unbreathable for most, was inhaled by Zhou Yan, whose gaze immediately locked onto this woman.

She was a woman with a sallow complexion and an unattractive face but an exaggerated figure.

She wore an apricot-colored spiritual dress that appeared extremely captivating; if one did not look at her face, she would indeed be a beauty that outshone all, far more brilliant than Lan Ruo and Xian Yue.

But upon seeing this woman’s face, one would feel an intense visual repulsion deep in their spirit.

Her face resembled that of a rotting corpse, waxen yellow and parched, with no hint of color! Her cold eyes, sinister and sunken into their sockets, also gave one a sense of disgust and nausea.

Any normal Cultivator, upon seeing such a face, would find it difficult to suppress the urge to retch and frown, no matter how strong their will.

But Zhou Yan didn’t show the slightest abnormal reaction. He merely allowed his unrestrained gaze to fall upon her face, and a hint of mockery appeared on his own.

"Hmm? You’ve got some nerve, but it’s probably just a forced composure."

A hint of surprise flickered in the woman’s eyes, and upon seeing that Zhou Yan was unbothered by her appearance, a sliver of recognition crossed her mind, although it was merely fleeting.

"Woman, don’t get too arrogant. Generally speaking, as long as a woman can serve a man, that’s enough. But you, your mask isn’t crafted very well. Why don’t you strip down and let me have a look? Then I could help you transform this Top-grade Spiritual Artifact mask into a Middle Grade Soul Device."

Zhou Yan stared at the woman with a teasing look. He noticed that her chest was rather large, and upon this realization, he felt an odd itching in his hands.

This was a bizarre, innate bodily reaction coming seemingly out of nowhere.

"Could it be that I used to enjoy touching women’s breasts?"

A strange thought emerged in Zhou Yan’s mind.

He spoke quickly and without restraint, allowing whatever thoughts he had to spring forth in an instant.

As a result, after his words were spoken, a moment of deadly silence followed.

"You lecher, you’re seeking death! I, Guan Qiushui with the Ghost Sword Spirit, will let you shed a layer of skin to show these two silly girls what you’re made of!"

As soon as Zhou Yan finished his sentence, the masked woman, Guan Qiushui, stiffened for a moment before erupting with boundless rage. Then, she lunged forward, wielding an ancient technique of Suppressing Kill toward Zhou Yan.

The sword in her hand, like a ghostly shadow, zipped through the air, revealing multiple sword shadows that resembled ghosts.

These sword shadows, emanating cold and chilling vibes, rushed straight for Zhou Yan’s head.

"I said I wanted to look, so I’ll look! What can you do about it?!"

Zhou Yan too made his move at that moment!

Zhou Yan couldn’t remember his own fighting techniques, but his body instinctively launched an attack.

It was instinct, transforming strength into bodily instinct to execute moves, eliminating the need for memory.

Zhou Yan’s Sword Intent manifested itself, an ancient and unnamed Sword Intent. Once it appeared, it crackled with the Light of Thunder and Fire, and emitted an aura of Divine Punishment and Heavenly Tribulation, utterly terrifying.

This Sword Intent, directly invoked by Zhou Yan’s Soul, led to Guan Qiushui’s mask immediately shuttering her offensive autonomously, as if destroyed effortlessly by Zhou Yan’s Sword Intent.

She couldn’t unleash her move; her tactics had already been thwarted.