Chapter 88

Chapter 88: Luring Demons

Ye Zhao Zhao asked: “System, is Li Shuang inside this jade slip?”

The System brightened and answered quickly: “There is an inner space in this jade slip. I cannot see the details, but Li Shuang is most likely inside.”

Otherwise, how could a lone jade slip suddenly show up in the endless desert?

“Good, good. That settles it,” Ye Zhao Zhao said as a cruel light flashed in her eyes. [I finally waited you out.] Li Shuang had somehow slipped past her senses, but could she hide forever? Now the jade slip had given her away.

“The Heavenly Dao heroine really is the Heavenly Dao heroine,” Ye Zhao Zhao thought, “to get a treasure like this.” But even the best treasure could not save Li Shuang now.

Ye Zhao Zhao swung her sword and slashed down hard, but the plain looking jade slip did not react at all.

Her face tightened. She unsealed one breath of Nascent Soul Stage power and struck with full force, yet the jade slip still did nothing.

She used another breath and hit again, but she still made no progress.

Her expression turned ugly. What was this thing, to be so tough?

[Heaven is unfair. Why does Li Shuang get all the good stuff.]

The System spoke again: “This jade slip is no ordinary item. With your current strength you cannot break it. But Li Shuang cannot stay inside forever. When she comes out, you can kill her in an instant.”

Ye Zhao Zhao’s mood eased a little. [So I just need to wait a bit more.] She had plenty of time.

She put the jade slip away and began to wait.

In the Legacy Space, Su Mu took the Demon-Luring Grass he had pounded into juice and slowly smeared the liquid across the jade slip’s surface. This had been Li Shuang’s idea.

There was no need to get the juice onto Ye Zhao Zhao herself. With Ye Zhao Zhao’s hatred for her, Ye would keep the jade slip close anyway. If the juice was on the slip, it would still draw the Demon Clan.

Ye Zhao Zhao tucked the jade slip against her skin with care.

The subtle scent of Demon-Luring Grass drifted far out across the sand.

The quiet desert soon filled with hidden waves of movement.

In the distance, a Nine-Headed Lion sniffed hard, a look of dazed joy in his eyes. This was the scent of Blood-Refining Grass.

Humans called this spirit herb Demon-Luring Grass because it gave off a smell the Demon Clan found hard to resist. What humans did not know was that the Demon Clan called it Blood-Refining Grass, and it could strengthen their bloodline power.

That deep pull of blood stirred the lion so strongly that his whole body trembled. He turned and charged toward the smell.

At the bottom of a lake, a giant python lay coiled and still. Slowly, the scent reached her. She could not hold back and burst out of the water.

“Blood-Refining Grass!” she sensed. “There is Blood-Refining Grass inside the Langya Secret Realm?” She rose into the air and shot toward the source.

Elsewhere, a Goldenwing Eagle was savagely attacking a white cocoon. He paused, nostrils twitching. This smell…

Among the Demon Clan who entered the Langya Secret Realm this time, he was the only Super Demon Beast. With his powerful bloodline, he was almost unmatched here. He had come with a mission. Gathering resources was secondary. His real task was to find the top talents of the Human Race and kill them one by one.

An Elder had given him a secret treasure, the Spirit-Seeking Pearl. If the pearl grew warm, it meant a human genius was nearby. The hotter it got, the greater the talent. He carried it to cut off a generation of humans. With the pearl’s help, he had already hunted several targets. The white cocoon in front of him held a top human talent: Yan Fan. Yan Fan was a must-kill target.

But the sweet scent of Blood-Refining Grass kept drifting in, and the eagle’s blood surged. He could not resist. He seized the white cocoon and beat his wings, flying toward the smell.

Inside the cocoon, Yan Fan’s face changed. Forced to the edge by the Goldenwing Eagle, he had used his sect’s secret art to turn into a cocoon. The cocoon had very strong defense, and the space inside let him recover quickly. But he could only use it once in a short time, and the defense still had limits. Under the eagle’s repeated strikes, the cocoon had been about to break.

Yet the eagle suddenly stopped attacking and lifted him into the sky. [Where is he taking me?] Yan Fan did not know. But at least it gave him a moment to breathe, so he focused on restoring himself.

On the yellow sands, Ye Zhao Zhao was still struggling with the jade slip. The System had said she could not break it, but she was unwilling to give up and kept trying different ways to force Li Shuang out.

Suddenly, sand whirled up into the sky. Ye Zhao Zhao looked up as a Nine-Headed Lion pounced at her.

She dodged with all her strength, grabbed the jade slip, and fled.

The Demon-Luring Grass scent moved with her. The lion’s eyes turned red, and he chased without hesitation.

Ye Zhao Zhao’s face darkened. [Is this lion crazy?] It did not feel like he had just run into her. It felt like he had known her location and charged straight here.

[What is wrong with these Demon Clan? I do not hate them, and they do not hate me. Why are they all chasing me!]

She refused to waste her limited unsealing time on the Demon Clan and fled at full speed. But out on the open plain, she could not outrun a Nine-Headed Lion.

Her expression shifted. She pulled out the Dragon Roar Sword and ordered: “Go, block him!”

Long Yan’s Spirit Body had not fully healed, but the Master-Servant Contract bound him. He could not disobey. In despair, he drove the Dragon Roar Sword forward to meet the lion.

Ye Zhao Zhao used the chance to pull away.

Long Yan could not hold the Nine-Headed Lion for long. Eyes blood red, the lion locked on Ye Zhao Zhao. He bore the wounds the Dragon Roar Sword carved into him and still charged at her like mad.

At such close range, the pull of the Blood-Refining Grass grew several times stronger. The lion’s heart held only one thought: eat the Blood-Refining Grass.

Even with the sword harassing him, he rushed at Ye Zhao Zhao without looking back.

“Useless thing!” Ye Zhao Zhao snapped at Long Yan. She clenched her teeth and shouted: “Unseal!”

Nascent Soul Stage power burst from her body. The next moment, the Nine-Headed Lion turned into blood mist.

The Nine-Headed Lion was dead.

Ye Zhao Zhao’s face grew even uglier. Li Shuang was still not forced out, and she had been pushed into using another breath of power. She had only two chances left.