Chapter 3

Chapter 3

She lightly wiped the demonic beast’s blood from her face with her fingertip and put it in her mouth to suck clean.

A moment later, she spat it out roughly and sneered in disgust.

“The flesh and blood of cultivators still tastes better. Don’t you agree, Little Junior Sister?”

There was no one in Endless Valley but the two of us.

She no longer needed to put on an act. At last, she revealed her wicked, monstrous nature in full.

Senior Sister had taught me that such evil things possessed no true wisdom. They drank blood, devoured flesh, and brought calamity upon the mortal world.

They were to be killed on sight.

I raised my sword and, through layer after layer of bewildering miasma, charged at her.

But she simply stood there, smiling as she watched me.

She let my furious strike slice her face open.

Half of her face was left hanging by only a bit of sinew, swaying as if about to fall, exposing stark white bone beneath. Threads of blood rained down.

A packet of plum candy fell with it.

The Seductress Spirit touched her own face in surprise, then laughed.

“I didn’t expect you to have such backbone after all. You’re better than your Master and senior brothers, at least.”

Her fingers brushed lightly over her face, and the wound healed in an instant. Her skin became smooth and flawless again, like the finest porcelain.

I clenched my teeth as I stared at that face, but my hand trembled almost imperceptibly.

She looked far too much like Senior Sister.

The Seductress Spirit bent down and picked up the packet of plum candy, carefully wiping away the dust. But no matter how she rubbed, the miasma staining it would not come clean.

She instantly grew annoyed, tossed it aside, and said to me, “I’ll bring you a new one next time.”

I looked at her coldly.

“You are not my Senior Sister. Stop pretending.”

The Seductress Spirit touched her own face.

“Since I’ve used this skin, I must fulfill its original owner’s dying wish. That’s the rule.”

I asked, “What was Senior Sister’s dying wish?”

The Seductress Spirit looked at me, her eyes glinting as she teased, “You’re so fierce. I refuse to tell you.”

My breath stalled. Realizing she had toyed with me, I said coldly, “A vile spirit wearing my Senior Sister’s face is already a desecration.

“You saved my life today, so I won’t kill you. But the next time we meet, I will take your life.”

I sat cross-legged and cleansed the miasma that had lingered in Endless Valley for years.

After one last look at her, I sheathed my sword and left.

But less than half a day later, I saw her again.

Her face was flushed with desire, her supple waist twisting like a water snake.

Hooking a finger around Seventh Senior Brother’s loosened belt, she slipped with him into Senior Sister’s bedroom.