Chapter 28 Your Favor—No, This Is Your Favor
Chapter 28: Your Favor—No, This Is Your Favor
Su Huanhuan returned wearing a fresh set of clothes.
She had just taken a bath, and her body emanated the fragrant scent of soap.
Her already slender figure combined with her languid, alluring posture and the involuntary waves of demonic energy emanating from her body made Luohe feel as if she were the personification of that black lotus.
“Huh…”
Su Huanhuan sat cross-legged in front of Luohe without any reservation, twisting her body slightly.
She stared at her fingertips… Swoosh, an exquisite purple-black flower mark appeared.
Besides Luohe and herself, no one knew how important this demonic seed was to her.
Su Huanhuan had always been someone of mediocre talent. Otherwise, why would she need to join the demonic path and tread this bone-white road of immortal cultivation?
True Disciple of Crescent Moon Sect—this title, completely insignificant compared to Luo Hongyu and Gu Jing, was something she had fought for with untold effort.
During this time, she had tried every possible method to enhance her strength through external means, developing and cultivating her relationships and trusted allies…
Only now could she barely stand on the same stage as these prodigies who had started far ahead of her.
Su Huanhuan refused to lose and couldn’t afford to lose.
Although her current cultivation level on paper was no less than others, she knew clearly that the further she went, the more difficult it would be—a fundamental flaw she had never been able to resolve.
But now… she had this demonic seed.
It solved many, many problems that had made her anxious and sleepless.
Her future cultivation would be unimpeded until she reached the level of the old Demon Lord.
The significance was so great that it felt somewhat unreal to her.
Putting away the flower mark in her hand, Su Huanhuan propped herself up on her arm and, for the first time, looked at the quietly sitting Luohe with pure eyes.
“Stupid fox.”
“?”
“You should know how useful this thing is to me, and you’re just going to use it to repay a favor?”
“I might have agreed to more outrageous demands if you’d asked, because it’s truly important to me.”
“…”
Luohe handed her a piece of paper.
“If it benefits you, that’s good. Keeping it with me would be a waste.”
“…Is that so?”
Su Huanhuan folded the paper and put it away, then looked at him again.
“You know, stupid fox, I used to think we were very alike, but now I feel we’re not so similar after all.”
They both had hearts that had struggled out of darkness, but Su Huanhuan’s heart was cold.
Luohe’s didn’t seem that way, which Su Huanhuan found quite stupid. If she had given Luohe such a great favor, she would definitely have seized the opportunity to coax him into working for her.
Su Huanhuan disliked stupid people.
The corner of her mouth curled as she tilted her head, admiring Luohe’s clear eyes.
“This is your choice. This demonic seed repays one favor. Don’t say later that I’m ungrateful.”
Luohe nodded.
“No regrets?”
No regrets.
There was nothing to regret.
“Good.”
Su Huanhuan stood up from the rocking chair, floating in the air, and virtually reclined next to Luohe, smiling and jesting.
“The favor from the Black Bronze Gate, although you didn’t accept it, I repaid by helping you break free from the Kill Luxury Technique. Do you acknowledge it?”
Acknowledged.
“Then, one favor for the Crescent Moon technique, one favor for hiding you this time, you’ve repaid one, so until now, you still owe me one favor. Do you acknowledge it?”
Luohe’s eyes smiled rather interestingly.
Acknowledged.
“So you still owe this young lady one favor. My, my, you’re the first person to owe me a favor and live so long.”
Su Huanhuan smiled quite happily, but her eyes remained cold, making it impossible to tell if her happiness was genuine.
“Since you still have a favor to repay, you can’t just die whenever you want, understood? Otherwise, I’ll have suffered a loss with you.”
“People who cause me to suffer never end well.”
Alright.
“…Mute.”
Being stared at directly by Luohe, for some reason, Su Huanhuan suddenly turned her head away and cursed under her breath.
“Alright, let’s talk about important matters. The origins of Huoxin are very mysterious. Even though it’s related to my Crescent Moon Sect, I had to use many connections to find just a bit of information.”
“The only thing I can confirm is that this Huoxin probably owes our sect an incredible heavenly oath from years ago, which is why she’s now involved in Luo Hongyu’s mess…”
“In other words, as long as the heavenly way determines she has fulfilled her oath, regardless of what happens to Luo Hongyu, she won’t interfere anymore.”
“I couldn’t find any more information beyond that. You’ll have to weigh your options.”
Su Huanhuan poured herself a cup of tea and drank while speaking.
She personally didn’t mind if Luo Hongyu met a fate of death and destruction, but if she died, this mute would also not survive.
Sigh, how troublesome.
Luohe thought quietly for a moment, then nodded and stood up to walk toward the door.
“Leaving already?”
Mm.
“…Remember, you owe me a favor.”
Mm.
But…
He would need the chance to repay it.
Su Huanhuan said people who caused her to suffer never ended well.
It seemed that statement was true.
Luohe’s figure disappeared from the teahouse, and Su Huanhuan looked at the half cup of tea in her hand, suddenly feeling it tasteless.
How strange…
Though she had just received an enormous benefit, somehow she didn’t feel particularly happy.
Instead, there was a vague sense of unease.
…
“An explanation?”
The next day, in a small courtyard of the Tianzhen Sword Sect.
Cultivators from the Shangxuan Palace blocked the entrance. Gu Jing stood at the door with her sword, coldly looking at the group.
Luo Hongyu walked out from behind her, frowning at them.
“What explanation do you want?”
“What explanation? First, our young master Xiao Yang died tragically on stage without any clear reason, and then that same night, Ghost Sword Young Master Shen Huai died under your sword energy!”
“Even if you’re the Tianzhen young mistress, how can you act so arbitrarily, treating others’ lives as worthless!”
The leader among the cultivators spoke with indignation, and the group behind him joined in the commotion.
“Right and wrong, I don’t care to discuss with you. Wait for Blue Jade Pavilion Master’s explanation. Now move aside, I have business.”
“Star Moon Pavilion is clearly in league with you!”
“I’ll say it once more… move aside.”
Luo Hongyu had never had much patience, and now, not knowing Luohe’s specific situation, she had even less.
Xiao Yang died, Shen Huai died, so what if a few more died… what difference would it make…
“…”
No, my thoughts just now…
Luo Hongyu’s Lulan Sword flashed with light, making her feel somewhat confused.
Why am I… so full of killing intent?
“Young Mistress, something’s wrong…”
Suddenly, Gu Jing’s eyes sharpened, becoming completely alert.
She quickly scanned around and discovered that at the end of the group, a person was slowly crouching down, clutching his chest. The spiritual energy and life force in his body seemed to be rapidly drained by something.
And along with it came an unusual feeling of constraint…
“!”
Gu Jing acted decisively, immediately disengaging and with one sword thrust pierced that person’s body. But what flowed from the wound was not blood, but wisps of intensely cold air.
He had sacrificed his flesh… to form an array!
“Young Mistress!”
Seeing Gu Jing react, the group that had been so passionate moments before suddenly became completely cold.
Their auras began to wither, and the cold air surging from within their bodies twisted together, slowly forming a focal point.
And those people were left with only empty skin.
Luo Hongyu immediately killed several people who hadn’t yet transformed into husks, but it was already too late.
The array had been completed.
Heeheeheehee…
A laugh that seemed to come from the netherworld rang out, and from the empty skins of those people, one by one, palace-dressed female ghosts slowly emerged.
They looked at Gu Jing and Luo Hongyu with cold eyes, unmoved even as swords cut into their bodies.
They stood together according to some pattern, then began to chant a profoundly cold and obscure text…
If Luohe were here, he would understand one word:
Rakshasa Netherworld.
The prison of undelivered evil ghosts, a void space of endless slaughter among ghosts.