"Lose control and go demonized?" Hahaha, you actually lost control and went demonized. Let’s see how I clean up your mess this time." Seeing Mu Hanyan curl up into a ball, Ye Yanran was first stunned, then she struck a few Hand Formations and burst into laughter.
Mu Hanyan’s pathetic state did indeed resemble someone who had lost control and become demonized.
Another Barrier Technique. Mu Hanyan knew the one she had just cast must be soundproof, otherwise, she wouldn’t be laughing so unscrupulously. After all, there were two living people outside, and they surely couldn’t be so deaf.
"Hmm, let me think, how should I deal with you? Should I strip you naked and burn all your clothes, or should I strip you naked and burn all your clothes?" Ye Yanran propped her chin on her hand, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Mu Hanyan felt a chill run down her spine. Her identity was currently that of a man, for goodness’ sake! You pervy woman, can’t you come up with something else? Why are you so intent on stripping me bare!
"Why the silent treatment, are you scared? Don’t worry, I’m just going to strip you, nothing untoward." Seeing Mu Hanyan purse her lips and remain silent with a bitter expression, Ye Yanran grew even more smug. She reached out and teasingly lifted Mu Hanyan’s chin, adopting the posture of a playboy flirting with an innocent girl—of course, the roles seemed reversed. Googlᴇ search Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
"Eh, that’s not right. Why are you so cold?" Ye Yanran’s smile briefly stalled, and she gently pressed her hand against Mu Hanyan’s forehead.
A cool breath slowly melded into Mu Hanyan’s body, and she knew this was Ye Yanran checking her "injuries." But this breath was nothing like Qi, it was gentle and smooth, like a gentle breeze whisking across the Earth.
Mu Hanyan realized that while Ye Yanran was completely powerless within her own Barrier Technique, this breath seemed unrelated to her cultivation and must be some other kind of ability.
Who exactly was this Ye Yanran? Not only was she proficient in various Barrier Techniques that should have been lost to time, but she also possessed such an unusual breath within her body? Mu Hanyan silently curiously.
"How could this be, your vitality is fading, what’s going on?" Soon, Ye Yanran withdrew her hand, speaking with a shocked face.
Mu Hanyan’s gaze shifted to the Exotic Beast Egg and gestured toward it.
"Are you talking about this Exotic Beast Egg?" Ye Yanran was quick on the uptake, guessing her intention and reaching for the Exotic Beast Egg.
Mu Hanyan only felt a great force transmitted over, and her strengthless body was instantly dragged down, tumbling toward the ground. Fortunately, Ye Yanran reacted in time and steadied her.
The Exotic Beast Egg remained in her hand, as if glued there.
"This is so weird, it’s like it’s grown onto you." Ye Yanran, refusing to accept the bizarre, supported Mu Hanyan with one hand while trying to pull the Exotic Beast Egg off with the other.
Despite having lost all her cultivation, Ye Yanran was surprisingly strong.
Devoid of Qi, Mu Hanyan only felt a pang of pain in her hand, almost having her wrist yanked off, but the Exotic Beast Egg remained inseparable from her palm.
Ye Yanran’s earlier words weren’t wrong at all; the Exotic Beast Egg seemed as if it had indeed grown onto her hand.
Initially, Mu Hanyan had hoped that Mu Cheng would notice something amiss and come in to rescue her, but now she was resigned. Even if the two of them came in, unless they cut off her right hand, it seemed there was no way to save her.
As a Swordsman, without her sword-wielding right hand, what difference would there be between that and being killed?
"How can this be, what kind of monster is this?" Anxiety began to show on Ye Yanran’s face as she drew a short sword and struck at the Exotic Beast Egg.
"Ding!" The Exotic Beast Egg let out a light sound but was left unmarked.
Greater than the burst of Qi from a full-force strike of Mu Hanyan the Great Swordswoman, released from inside out, still unable to harm the Exotic Beast Egg in the slightest, let alone her sword strike.
Ye Yanran’s expression grew even more anxious, slashing several times more with no success in leaving even a scratch on the beast egg’s shell.
Frustrated, Ye Yanran threw away the short sword and paced back and forth in the room. The anxious look plastered across her face warmed Mu Hanyan’s heart. This girl was genuinely concerned about her and was sincerely trying to find a way to save her.
But could she really find a way to save her?
(Ah? Why though, last time I could put "perverted" and "woman" together, now they’re censored out?? This is just too outrageous, hmph (ˉ(∞)ˉ) grumble)