Chapter 439
The two demons exchanged words in an instant, but Zheng Fa's Sun and Moon Bell had already soared into the air, looming ominously above them. Sister Zhang raised her right hand, the aura emanating from the Qingjing Bamboo in her grasp made their hearts race.
"Wait! We are willing to surrender!"
The two transformed Jiao dragons hurriedly shouted, and their companion's dharma body reformed into the shape of a female cultivator.
Her attire was vastly different from the women of the Eastern Continent; she wore only two white jade shells over her chest, and her short skirt was made of tiny scallops strung together, revealing glimpses of her figure.
Aside from that, she had no other coverings, her arms and thighs, fragrant shoulders and delicate feet, all laid bare before Zheng Fa.
One could imagine her nature was quite generous.
The Jiao dragon beside her had also transformed into a burly man with a green face. He stood silently, yet his demeanor betrayed a hint of trepidation.
Zheng Fa, however, showed no sign of relaxation. Above them, the Sun and Moon Bell spun slowly, gathering power for a strike.
Seeing this, the demoness did not lose heart. Gritting her teeth, she produced a black jade ring. Holding it aloft, she said to Zheng Fa, "I know the sect master does not trust me; I am willing to offer my soul imprint!"
This made Zheng Fa's expression shift slightly.
The soul imprint was no trivial matter; Lin Bufan's soul imprint had been in Zheng Fa's possession for a long time, which naturally granted him a measure of trust in Lin.
Who would have thought this demoness would be so resolute?
Zheng Fa furrowed his brow, contemplating for a moment before replying, "Alright."
The demoness expressed her gratitude but did not approach. The jade ring slowly floated into the air, drifting toward Zheng Fa.
Initially, the ring moved slowly, but just as it was a yard away from Zheng Fa, it suddenly trembled, expanding into a rope made of seaweed, lunging toward him.
Zheng Fa had already been on guard and was about to retreat when the demoness flashed him a charming smile.
Her skin seemed to glow, delicate and inviting, like white jade.
The already revealing skirt appeared to conceal a black hole, continuously drawing Zheng Fa's attention.
A spell of seduction!
The enchantment, inherited from the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor, was already extraordinary, and this demoness, being a transformation stage cultivator, was casting it right in his face.
Confident in her abilities, she thought, even if this Jiu Shan Sect master was merely a Golden Core cultivator, even a transformation stage cultivator would be ensnared, dazed for three to five breaths!
Three breaths was enough for her to seize him!
As this thought crossed her mind, her seductive smile morphed into a triumphant grin. She glanced at the Jiao dragon beside her, only to find his face not one of pride, but rather of fear.
Turning back, she saw a streak of rainbow light shoot far away. As the light passed, Zheng Fa stood suspended in the air; not only was the rope out of reach, but her eyes could barely make out his face…
He was so fast!
Just as this thought crossed her mind, the Sun and Moon Bell above her crashed down with a thunderous sound.
The Jiao dragon shifted his stance, but a green shadow flickered at the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he saw Sister Zhang gently tapping the Qingjing Bamboo against her left palm, as if assessing how to strike him.
"…"
He rubbed his knee, as if to say he had just been standing too long and his legs had gone numb.
"How come you weren't affected by my seduction spell?"
What puzzled the demoness the most was this; otherwise, even if Zheng Fa was fast, he wouldn't have had time to react.
Seeing the demoness pinned down by the Sun and Moon Bell, Zheng Fa slowly descended, listening to her question, and silently answered in his heart—of course, it was because of the Yin-Yang Fish jade pendant in his mind.
He had never trusted this demoness, and while contemplating, he had gathered most of his focus in his sea of consciousness, relying on the protection of the Yin-Yang Fish jade pendant to guard against unexpected events.
But he couldn't say that.
He remained silent, yet the demoness asked again, looking increasingly unwilling.
In the spirit of treating captives well and allowing demons to understand their situation, Zheng Fa thought for a moment and replied:
"I have a good memory."
"A good memory?"
This answer only deepened the demoness's confusion.
"Your previous appearance… was too ugly." Zheng Fa spoke sincerely, as if it were the truth, "I can't forget it, so your seduction spell was broken."
"…"
The demoness fell silent, glancing at Sister Zhang with a look that seemed almost pleading, unsure whether she was asking for mercy or a swift end…
She clearly did not find Zheng Fa's response very humane.
Sister Zhang shook the Qingjing Bamboo, and golden-green light points fell upon the demoness. She let out a shriek, and moments later, there was no more sound.
The Jiao dragon's face twitched, and he dared not speak.
Though Sister Zhang's face was as pale as snow, clearly exhausted, he had hesitated before, and with his companion dead, he had no thoughts of fighting back now.
"Die or surrender!"
Sister Zhang's voice was cold.
The Jiao dragon's expression wavered; after all, he was a transformation stage cultivator, of noble Jiao bloodline—there was always a hint of reluctance.
At this moment, the Blood River Ancestor spoke up: "Just surrender; with your temperament, you won't fare poorly in the Jiu Shan realm."
The Jiao dragon was taken aback, turning to look at the Blood River Ancestor, who wore a sincere expression, as if he truly believed surrendering would be better for him.
He was already wavering, and with the Blood River Ancestor's words, he gritted his teeth and truly offered his soul imprint.
He dared not act recklessly, simply placing the soul imprint on the ground and bowing his head, saying, "Jiao Wuji, willing to surrender!"
Having learned from past experiences, Zheng Fa did not rush to collect the soul imprint. Instead, he unleashed a five-colored divine light, and only after a moment did he nod, accepting the soul imprint ring into his possession.
Jiao Wuji let out a quiet sigh of relief, unsure whether to feel relieved or disappointed, but Zheng Fa did not consider his feelings. He rummaged through his storage bag and pulled out a thick stack of contracts.
With the increasing chaos in the Jiu Shan realm, Zheng Fa had become more cautious. Jiao Wuji, having surrendered under duress and still possessing considerable strength, would not only be bound by the soul imprint but also required to sign numerous contracts to prevent any treachery.
In fact, at the outset, Zheng Fa would not allow him access to many secrets, unless he was like the Blood River Ancestor—who had acted without a word.
If the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor were to be resurrected, this person would likely panic even more than Zheng Fa; otherwise, why would he be secretly undermining the Great Freedom Demon Sect?
As Jiao Wuji flipped through the contracts, his expression grew increasingly stiff. When he came across a "Silkworm Breeding Agreement," he couldn't help but exclaim, "Arousal?"
"I, a transformation stage cultivator, am supposed to arouse those bugs?"
"What are you shouting about?" the Blood River Ancestor scolded. "What’s wrong? Do you look down on me?"
"You…" Jiao Wuji pointed at the contract, glaring at the Blood River Ancestor, "Is this what you meant when you said I’d do well in the Jiu Shan realm if I surrendered?"
"Those with a sense of shame, of course, won't fare well; they might as well commit suicide." The Blood River Ancestor's sword emitted a soft hum, as if in disdain. He looked at Jiao Wuji and asked, "But you, are you a person of shame, or rather, a demon?"
"…"
"Then it’s settled."
"…"
"What are you looking at me for? Sign it!"
……
Zheng Fa shook his head inwardly, sensing a hint of malicious amusement on the Blood River Ancestor's face as he lured others into a trap.
However, it was quite normal for someone who had experimented with living beings to become psychologically twisted…
Just as he was preparing to leave the Jiu Shan realm to deal with the last demon transformation stage cultivator, a streak of sword light flew in from Le Tu Island, and Yan Wushuang's voice echoed from the light: "Zheng Fa, I’m here to help you!"
Zheng Fa turned to see Yan Wushuang land before them, his expression resolute.
He first glanced at Jiao Wuji, who was gritting his teeth over the contracts, his expression somewhat perplexed.
Then he stared at the two transformation stage demon corpses on the ground for a long time, seemingly in a daze.
Finally, he turned to Sister Zhang.
Sister Zhang was holding the Qingjing Bamboo, aiming to intimidate the Jiao dragon.
Yan Wushuang stared at the Qingjing Bamboo for a long time, suddenly stammering, "This is… is…"
Zheng Fa remained silent, merely nodding.
Yan Wushuang raised his eyes, glancing around, and suddenly seemed to understand something.
His broad shoulders shrank slightly, and he tightly embraced his large sword, appearing small, pitiful, and helpless.
Noticing Zheng Fa was observing him, Yan Wushuang suddenly shouted, "I… I have my father's life-saving method!"
Zheng Fa was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter, patting his shoulder, "What are you thinking, Brother Yan? You are my most trusted friend in the Jiu Shan Sect!"
"Really…?"
"Of course! Come, sign a contract."
"…"
Yan Wushuang's words were merely a jest; he had helped the Jiu Shan Sect significantly, and Zheng Fa trusted him enough not to truly harm him.
But those demons outside, Zheng Fa was indeed thinking of eliminating…
"Sister Zhang, you should rest for a moment. We’ll strike together soon; we can't let the last transformation stage cultivator escape."
Zheng Fa cast a cold glance at the demon army on the light screen.
Beside them, Jiao Wuji opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but could only lower his head in silence.
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