Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword
Chapter 295 - 283: A Request (2/3)

Chapter 295: Chapter 283: A Request (2/3)

Chapter 283 A Request

"Master, I excel at killing; saving people is so boring—no one wants to learn that!" the alien beauty chuckled, her ample bosom bouncing uncontrollably within her leather outfit, utterly seductive.

Upon hearing her speak, everyone involuntarily stepped back, even the Nascent Soul Realm and Divine Infant Realm patriarchs were no exception. This alien beauty’s power vastly exceeded their imagination!

In the world...there was actually someone in the Divinity Transformation Realm!

Who exactly was she? Where did she come from? Why had they never heard of her before?

After retreating a few steps, everyone swiftly took out their Teleportation Talismans and, whoosh, figure after figure disappeared into thin air.

The strength of this alien beauty was terrifying, driving a group of Nascent Soul Realm and Divine Infant Realm experts to fear, wary that if they were too slow, she might just carry out her threat to kill. They did not hesitate to use their treasured Teleportation Talismans.

Those who came here hoping to contend for the Nine Suns Vitality Grass or harbored the intention of profiting from the chaos had prepared a Teleportation Talisman—for even Divine Infant Realm experts dared not claim they could withdraw at ease after obtaining the Divine Medicine.

In the blink of an eye, only Zhou Heng, Han Yulian, and the alien beauty were left in the arena.

"Who are you?" Zhou Heng dared not let his guard down, the Old Swindler’s warning ringing in his ears. How could he feel at ease taking in a servant more powerful than himself without a strong backer?

"Master, is this a request?" the alien beauty cooed, her beautiful eyes fluttering, exuding an irresistible charm.

"No!" Zhou Heng shook his head.

"What a pity!" The alien beauty showed a hint of regret but quickly became enthusiastic again. She extended an arm as delicate as a lotus root and laughed, "Master, do you want to kiss me, or even, do something naughty with me?"

"Is that what you’re hoping for?" Zhou Heng asked. A supreme being capable of terrifying Divine Infant Realm experts into a complete retreat was now trying to seduce him, a mere Mountains and Rivers Realm minor—there had to be a twist in the tale, and he definitely didn’t buy it.

"Master, is this a request?" the alien beauty asked again.

She had asked this question twice now!

A thought struck Zhou Heng. When he had asked for her name earlier, she had avoided answering; this was not the attitude of a servant towards their master. But what if it was considered a request? Then she would have to answer, right?

And the Old Swindler said not to use the puppet unless absolutely necessary. Could this be the case?

Zhou Heng smiled and asked, "Is it that if I make a request and you fulfill it, you’ll then gain your freedom?"

The alien beauty was startled, showing a look of surprise.

"Indeed, that’s how it is!" Zhou Heng nodded and continued, "Well then, may I make a few requests?"

"Master, is this a request?" The alien beauty repeated the same words for the third time, but this time her expression was less friendly; her lips pouted petulantly, a whiff of playful admonishment in her tone.

"No!" Zhou Heng shook his head.

"What a shame; then, this old girl doesn’t want to answer anymore!" The alien beauty’s demeanor dramatically changed. Gone was her previous careful servitude, now she casually reclined in midair, hands resting behind her head as if she were going to sleep.

The embodiment of a bold and unrestrained demon girl!

She turned her head and asked, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll slay you?"

A chilling feeling crept over Zhou Heng; this great being was definitely in the Divinity Transformation Realm. If she decided to attack him, he wouldn’t even have the chance to take refuge in the Nine Mystic Trial Tower.

Even within the Treasure Pagoda, she could plausibly pull him out with sheer force!

Yet he laughed loudly and said, "If you wanted to act against me, why would you waste your time talking so much nonsense? Perhaps, you are prohibited from harming the owner of the puppet—that must be your limitation, right?"

"Clever boy, you’re quite sharp-witted!" responded the alien beauty as her dainty feet kicked back and forth in midair, a smile curling her lips. "Alright, since you’re a smart one, I’ll cut to the chase!"

"This old girl is called Nalan Yaoyue, captured by a damnable bastard, sealed forcefully inside a puppet. Whoever breaks the puppet becomes my master, and I must satisfy one of their requests! However, once that request is fulfilled, this old girl will be free again!"

"Smelly brat, just spit out your request. I’m even willing to sleep with you if that’s what you ask for!"

"Hehe, my skills in bed are absolutely top-notch, I guarantee your satisfaction!"

As she reached the last sentence, her demeanor was akin to a brothel seductress, her alluring gaze teasing Zhou Heng. She even licked her lips enticingly with her little tongue, her eyes hazy with desire, radiating charm.

Zhou Heng could feel a surge of lust rising from his lower belly. He scoffed and said, "My request is simple—save her!" He indicated Han Yulian, whom he was holding.

"This old girl only knows how to kill, not to save. You little bastard, make your request quickly, or I might lose my patience!" Nalan Yaoyue suddenly displayed her ferocity, grabbing Zhou Heng.

Her bust was magnificent, and Zhou Heng’s face ended up pressed against her commanding peaks; he could even smell the captivating scent of her body, arousing him further.

"Can a servant disrespect their master like this?" Zhou Heng spoke with a muffled voice, knowing this wasn’t the time for such activities.

Nalan Yaoyue rolled her eyes seductively and huffed, "This old girl is using her body to reward the master, and you’re still not happy?" She exerted more pressure, and Zhou Heng’s face was completely buried between those proud peaks.

Damn it, was this an attempt on his life?

Could this woman be from a clan like the Demon Clan, born from a fox spirit or the like? Her body’s fragrance was so tantalizing that even with his mind clear, Zhou Heng’s blood was rushing faster than ever.

"Giggle, giggle!" Nalan Yaoyue pulled him out from her chest and said with a coquettish smile, "Master, do you want me to help you extinguish that fire?"

"Get back!" Zhou Heng shouted in anger.

"Ah—" Nalan Yaoyue cried out in surprise as she suddenly shrank and transformed into a half-foot-tall doll.

Can it actually do that?

Zhou Heng picked up the doll and gently ran his thumb across its surface, instantly feeling an inexplicable surge of energy coming from it. He had felt this sensation when he first obtained the doll but didn’t think much of it at the time, never expecting it to be a reaction from a real person!

Heh, enjoying yourself playing tricks on me just a moment ago, weren’t you?

Zhou Heng glanced at Han Yulian and immediately reined in his teasing mood, tossing the doll into the Nine Mystic Trial Tower. He furrowed his brows, wondering how to save someone when he didn’t have any miraculous spirit pills or medicines nearby.

Miraculous spirit pills?

Wasn’t Han Yulian one herself?

The Mysterious Yin Physique could expel all negative effects by burning the self, even unraveling something as strong as a love knot—it was a true super immortal pill! Of course, if one hadn’t been through the Yin-Yang Infusion, they would only drain their Yuan Yin and die.

But Zhou Heng was different; he had consumed the Golden Sun Grass King, and his body was extremely yang, perfectly complementing the Mysterious Yin.

The real question was, could he go through with it?

It wasn’t because her face had two terrifying scars that turned his stomach, for the Mysterious Yin Physique’s attraction to his body far outweighed any concerns about physical appearance. But this woman was Han Yiyao’s aunt; how would he manage their relationship in the future?

With his intense sense of possession, he would never let a woman who had been with him slip away—better to either touch her never again or not at all!

But saving a life should come first!

Besides, he already had a mother and daughter by his side; what else was there to fear?

Zhou Heng knew he was just making excuses; the allure of the Mysterious Yin Physique was simply too great for him, like two magnets naturally drawn to each other. Although he had resisted this temptation in the past, he didn’t mind being attracted as long it was for the right reasons.

Time was running out; he had to make a decision quickly!

Zhou Heng was not one to dilly-dally; in an instant, he made his choice. He summoned the Nine Mystic Trial Tower, enlarged it, opened its gates, and carried Han Yulian inside.

In the open wilderness, the Nine Mystic Trial Tower instantaneously shrunk down to a tiny speck, indistinguishable from countless grains of sand.

Whoosh!

A shadow of black mist swept through, stopping exactly where the tower had stood, taking on the appearance of a human face.

"Strange..."

The dark face emitted a wave of divine sense, and almost immediately dispersed into smoke and vanished.

...

"Zhou Heng!" The ladies immediately came forward to greet him, confusion showing on their faces at the sight of the bloodied Han Yulian in his arms.

"You all go to the second floor!" With a grand gesture from Zhou Heng, the owner of the Nine Mystic Trial Tower wielded supreme authority within it. The women, along with Grey, were instantly sent to the second layer.

The matters to follow were not for outside eyes.

"Senior Han, I am doing this to save you; please don’t take it to heart!" Zhou Heng said with his hands together, then immediately winced at his own words—what nonsense was he spouting!

Less talk, more action!

He began to undress Han Yulian. Since he was not adept at stripping others, a wave of his hand channeled his spiritual power like the edge of a sword, and the fabric on Han Yulian’s body shredded apart, his Cultivation Level in the Mountains and Rivers Realm ensuring he could tear apart the cloth without harming her flesh.

Ignoring the two fierce scars, Han Yulian’s body from the neck down was absolutely flawless, brimming with intense allure.

Zhou Heng lowered his head to gaze into Han Yulian’s eyes, seeing them filled with indescribable rage and sorrow, as if they could set someone ablaze.

Han Yulian, gravely injured and on the brink of death, was in a state between life and death, yet her consciousness was exceptionally lucid at this juncture. She "saw through" the true face of Zhou Heng—unbearably evil!

Indeed, was he not after her body?

Now disfigured and near death, even a Spirit Gathering Realm Martial Artist wouldn’t spare her a second glance—did a high-tier Martial Artist like Zhou Heng lack for beautiful women?

Thus, there was only one answer; he was after the lifetime of her cultivation!

Curse the heavens!

She had carefully guarded herself for over a hundred years, finally stepping into the Spirit Sea Realm, one step away from true liberation. Yet, her efforts crumbled in the end, falling into the hands of a villain! Moreover, this villain had already caused the death of her niece, Han Yiyao!

Such hatred! Resentment! Despair! Rage!

Not only would both the aunt and niece lose their innocence to this vile man, but she would also have to sacrifice her life and cultivation to him!

How could all her efforts be for naught!

Han Yulian couldn’t move even a finger at the moment, but her eyes were ablaze with a ferocious will to fight; she still had one chance!

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