A Demon Realm Seductress Has Taken Down the Light of the Righteous Path (Futa High H) - Chapter 3

Feeling that the other person finally had some breath coming out, Lan Yunyun quietly stood up. The brief entanglement from moments ago felt like an illusion. Now the female lead was once again lying on the ground like a corpse, but her lips had regained some color, the wounds on her face had stopped bleeding, and although her clothes were tattered, a layer of protective spiritual qi now surrounded her.

At the very least, she wouldn’t die now.

Lan Yunyun let out a deep sigh — grieving for herself, the one stuck holding the blame, and grieving even more for the female lead, who had been blinded, had her legs broken, her cultivation completely sealed, and been cast into this perilous abyss all because of the vicious female side character.

The surroundings were extremely eerie. Demonic qi hung thick in the air, and from time to time, evil spirits would poke their greedy, razor-sharp claws out of the dense fog, staring hungrily.

If it weren’t for the female lead’s innate Sacred Physique repelling all evil entities, they would probably have pounced long ago and devoured the two of them completely.

The yin wind whistled sharply. Lan Yunyun couldn’t help but shiver. She was just an ordinary laid-back college student to begin with; this experience — more terrifying than any haunted house — and the current scene had already exhausted her mentally and emotionally.

The spy body she was in was only a newly ascended Foundation Establishment cultivator. She had just transferred almost all her spiritual power to the female lead, and now she felt utterly drained.

But clearly, this spot at the bottom of the cliff was no place to linger.

Lan Yunyun’s resilience finally crumbled. She whimpered, tears streaming down like rain.

Right now she felt so miserable she genuinely wanted to just die and be done with it — or convince herself this was all a nightmare and that she’d wake up once she died.

But her survival instinct stopped her.

She had nothing.

Not even one life to gamble with.

The female lead’s legs were ruined, her eyes were blind, her cultivation was sealed.

Lan Yunyun couldn’t just abandon her. She silently wiped away her tears, walked over, turned the female lead so she was leaning against a rock, then bent down and hoisted her onto her back.

Under the moonlight, the female lead — who was actually taller and more solidly built than Lan Yunyun — looked pitifully delicate and charmingly fragile.

Lan Yunyun could sense the evil spirits surging around them, restless and furious.

Probably because the delicacy that had been within reach had just flown away.

The Primordial Sacred Physique suppressed all demons and evil, but a dead Primordial Sacred Physique was the ultimate tonic for those very same evil beings.

For some reason, Lan Yunyun felt the unconscious woman on her back growing anxious and restless.

She noticed the other’s breathing becoming heavier.

Was she afraid Lan Yunyun would abandon her?

Lan Yunyun turned her head slightly. What met her eyes was the female lead’s cold, impassive face showing no reaction at all.

Unconsciously, she pursed her lips and let out a small humph.

How could she possibly be awake?

Lan Yunyun laughed at herself inwardly.

But for some unknown reason, in this gloomy, dangerous place where every second counted and escape should have been the only priority…

Lan Yunyun stood tall and resolute in this desolate, sinister, wailing, eerie wasteland. She first pressed the side of her face against the female lead’s lowered cheek:

“Don’t be afraid. I will never leave you behind.”

The yin winds howled in gusts, evil spirits and vengeful ghosts surged forward. The moon, veiled by the thick fog of the Soul-Devouring Cliff, glowed like blood jade. Lan Yunyun adjusted her grip under the female lead’s hips, her eyes firm and determined as if she were about to take an oath to join the Party the very next second.

One evil spirit, unable to hold back its greed, lunged at her. Lan Yunyun deftly twisted aside; the astral wind from its swipe stung her face painfully, but she paid it no mind. She held tightly to the person on her back as the horde of evil spirits and ghosts clung to her like maggots on bone, following relentlessly.

Moonlight like blood. The young girl moved like an elf in the wind, darting and weaving through the ominous, grotesque fog.

Even as she jolted and stumbled, she clung desperately to the person on her back.

The soil at that part of the cliff bottom was covered in serrated grass — a demonic plant loathed even by immortals.

It shredded the girl’s Daoist boots, tore into her fair, tender feet. Blood flowed freely, the pain excruciating. Yet the girl clenched her teeth, said nothing, and step by resolute step carried them farther and farther from the demonic creatures behind.

Only when she reached a patch of ice-blue soil did the girl finally collapse in relief. Even then, she still clung tightly to the person on her back.

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The evil spirits pursued relentlessly. Clutching that slim thread of hope for survival, Li Huaijin drifted in semi-consciousness but forced herself to stay awake. She felt the evil spirits’ increasingly distant, impotent roars of rage. She felt faint traces of cool breeze. She heard the sound of serrated grass growing sparser and sparser.

Finally, Li Huaijin heard the girl’s tired yet playfully coquettish whisper:

“We escaped～ We’re both going to live, Li Huaijin. Did you know?”