Chapter 50
Chen Huai'an stepped in front of Mu Baishuang, gazing at the beautiful girl whose golden vertical pupils reflected nothing but indifference.
At that moment, she looked like a frightened fawn, her face filled with terror, her lips and body trembling.
That pitiful appearance was indeed tempting, as if he could tear her apart with just a flick of his finger.
Yet, a bead of sweat trickled down Chen Huai'an's forehead.
[Mu Baishuang - Female - 347 years old - Mid-stage Transformation (self-sealed) - Naturally charming]
Two pieces of bad news.
First, she was an exceptional hidden old monster.
Second, in his attempt to act tough, his resources were depleted.
The two locked eyes for a moment, and Chen Huai'an slowly spoke, "Hand over Li Qingran's Water Spirit Root."
"Senior, I..."
"You either hand it over, or you don't?"
He stared into those golden vertical pupils, filled with murderous intent.
Mu Baishuang gritted her teeth, weighing her options seriously in her mind.
If she refused, she would have to break her cultivation seal and fight this monstrous sword cultivator. Not only would her identity be exposed, but if he had any strength left, wouldn’t she be giving herself away for nothing?
She had to survive to help the Young Master.
She couldn’t reveal her identity.
After all, it was just a Water Spirit Root, useless to the Young Master, and she didn’t care for it.
"I'll give it to you." Mu Baishuang feigned a pitiful look, puffing out her chest and tilting her head to expose her fair neck. Her delicate face was filled with sorrow, and as she spoke, tears began to fall from her eyes. "Senior, just take it."
Truly, she was born with a charm that could ensnare hearts.
Chen Huai'an was speechless.
[Please select the spirit root to extract]
Goodness!
Chen Huai'an couldn’t help but exclaim inwardly.
Though he had no idea how this enchantress had hidden the previous set of spirit roots from Qingxuan Daoist.
But now, opportunity knocked, and he couldn’t let it slip away.
He would extract both—ha ha ha!
Since she was a hidden identity enchantress, would she dare to say anything? Would she dare to expose herself?
Chen Huai'an selected both.
Suddenly, two glowing orbs appeared in Mu Baishuang's lower abdomen. He reached out, and his hand passed through her body without any resistance, extracting both orbs and stuffing them into his bag, all while giving Mu Baishuang a meaningful glance.
Mu Baishuang was left dumbfounded.
The pain of losing her spirit roots was nothing compared to the fear and horror that made her scalp tingle.
She was born without spirit roots, and after stripping others of theirs, she had cultivated a hidden method from the Heavenly Demon Technique to conceal her roots. Logically, even a Daoist of the same level shouldn’t be able to see through her. How could this person...
She pondered that meaningful glance, feeling a chill run down her spine.
Could this cultivator have seen through her?
But if he had, why didn’t he expose her?
Could he also be a demonic cultivator?!
Mu Baishuang’s mind was in turmoil as she raised her gaze to confirm with Chen Huai'an once more.
But she found that he had already turned and was walking toward Li Qingran.
...
He had dealt with the enemies, avenged himself, taken what he needed, and now his resources were depleted.
Chen Huai'an prepared to flee with Li Qingran.
As he passed by Qingxuan Daoist, he contemplated whether to give the half-dead old man a final blow, but then he sensed multiple late-stage Transformation auras locking onto him.
Wu Duantian said nothing.
But Chen Huai'an could read some information from that silence.
Know when to stop, or it would be a fight to the death.
Well, Qingxuan Daoist wasn’t truly evil; he was merely a misguided follower.
"Qingran, let’s go."
"Go?" An elderly voice rang out from behind.
Unbeknownst to him, a white-clad old woman had appeared beside Qingxuan Daoist.
She leaned on a dragon-headed cane, her murky eyes fixed on Chen Huai'an. There was no fluctuation of aura around her; she had appeared silently, blending seamlessly with her surroundings.
"You come to my Qingyun Sect to wreak havoc and think you can just walk away?"
"That’s hardly acceptable, is it?"
The old woman slammed her dragon-headed cane onto the ground.
Boom—!
A ripple of azure energy spread out like ripples on water.
Around them, several late-stage Transformation elders of Qingyun Sect, along with Wu Duantian, knelt on the ground, bowing their heads in submission.
Before the sect’s main hall, silence reigned, as if the air had been sucked out.
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Chapter 52: Just Select All
Chen Huai'an halted in his tracks.
The inevitable had come.
A hidden BOSS! A common trope in cultivation novels, often considered a plot device—an ancestral figure of the sect!
He had dealt with the young ones, and now the old ones had arrived; he had dealt with the old ones, and now the resurrected ones were here.
Invincible in the world, enemies from the heavens, an infinite loop of trouble.
If it were any other player, they might only have the options of fleeing or facing a plot kill.
But Chen Xianzun was different!
He had money!
"You are the hidden old monster within Qingyun Sect, aren’t you? Heh!"
Chen Huai'an tilted his head slightly, half of his face shrouded in shadow, with only that piercing vertical pupil still glowing.
At his words, the crowd gasped in shock.
Li Qingran silently stared at Chen Huai'an, feeling that the way he spoke was vastly different from before he revealed himself.
But… that didn’t matter.
All she knew was that her heart was racing.
Wu Duantian and the elders looked at Chen Huai'an as if he were a fool, while Zhang Hanxiao, pretending to be dead, peeked with one eye. Lu Changtian stopped rolling around, and Mu Baishuang widened her eyes, covering her mouth. Even the half-dead Qingxuan Daoist twitched at the corners of his mouth.
The ancestral figure of Qingyun, a great cultivator at the Integration stage, was actually called an old monster?
Though she was indeed very old.
But there should be some basic respect, right? Moreover, you’re just a late-stage Transformation cultivator—what are you getting so cocky about?
There was a world of difference between the two realms.
"You called me an old monster?" The wrinkles at the corners of the Qingyun ancestor's eyes twitched violently, yet her lips curled into a smile.
But that smile held no warmth, only coldness and murderous intent.
"Indeed, old, monster."
Chen Huai'an felt no fear inside, but after saying that, he sensed that the hidden BOSS was about to make a move. It was time to unleash the power of money.
So he silently thought: ‘Raise my realm to the peak of Integration!’
Since it was a neural mapping technology, it should be able to capture his stream of consciousness.
As he expected, the game did indeed capture it.
But a prompt popped up: [Realm not yet unlocked, and your balance is insufficient!]
Chen Huai'an: "???"
‘Then raise me to late-stage Integration!’
[Realm not unlocked, balance insufficient]
‘Mid-stage Integration?’
[Realm not unlocked, balance insufficient]
‘Early-stage Integration?’
[Not unlocked, insufficient]
Chen Huai'an: "…"
It’s over, I’m done for, I’m in deep trouble.
The exchange of thoughts took only a moment.
Meanwhile, the Qingyun ancestor was already surrounded by swirling spiritual energy. A massive figure, with a face of dark green, white hair, and red eyes, stood behind her, composed of blue stone. This figure had six arms, each holding a different magical artifact: a sword, a knife, a spear, a bottle, a shield, and a fan, exuding an imposing aura with every movement.
She had directly summoned her avatar.
Chen Huai'an maintained a calm face, but inside, he was panicking.
Could this really trigger a plot kill?
[You have angered the hidden BOSS, Qingyun Ancestor. You have three choices (multiple selections allowed)]
A game prompt appeared.
Chen Huai'an straightened his hunched back immediately.
...
Wait, is the third option serious?
Chen Huai'an pondered carefully. Is this an otherworldly version of a sugar mama? If it weren’t for Li Qingran, he would have selected it in a heartbeat!
This was just a game; if there was a big shot to cling to, of course, he would!
After all, the game character only needed to enjoy the thrill of being a sugar baby and the soaring stats. As a player, he had to think too much.
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