My Lady Always Lacks Ambition-Chapter 1065 - 1035: Wang Chuan Has Become Heartless

Chapter 1065: Chapter 1035: Wang Chuan Has Become Heartless

Corpse oil lamps cast a heavy yin energy, and as a gust of ominous wind blew through the cave, the passageway felt increasingly saturated with cold yin energy, chilling people to the bone.

Little Ginseng nestled close to Qin Liuxi, murmuring, "I have the Great Demon King shielding me, I’m not afraid!"

The Great Demon King cast a sidelong glance at him and stepped into the cave.

The view opened up suddenly.

The vast cave was divided into several areas, one of which had an indented mountain body where a few dazed-looking girls were imprisoned. There was no door, yet a barrier was set up, impossible for mere mortals to break through.

"Liu Xi, look." Little Ginseng exclaimed.

Qin Liuxi and Teng Zhao followed his gaze and saw that beside a blood pond, there lay three young girls. Upon closer inspection, their skin wrinkled as if aged overnight, tightly clinging to their bones; a few strands of gray hair stuck to their scalps. They resembled dried corpses, utterly terrifying.

This is what Ziyang referred to; having their yin yuan extracted causes women to lose vital energy completely.

In fact, they had already lost all vital energy.

Qin Liuxi glanced at the blood pond, the thick, viscous blood making her feel nauseated.

Another area was piled with white bones, yet no skulls were seen; presumably, the Purple Sun Demon Path used all the skulls to make lamps—what a twisted hobby.

Little Ginseng covered his nose, approaching a ceramic jar filled with greasy substance, laden with deep yin energy. The intense fragrance was so potent it could be smelled even with one’s nose shut.

He shivered as he asked, "Liu Xi, could this all be corpse oil?"

How perverted!

Qin Liuxi glanced at it, the oil clear yet richly fragrant, but the yin energy seemed chaotic. Who knows how many human beings were used to accumulate this much corpse oil in a single jar.

Her expression turned malicious as she flicked a flame into it, and with a boom, the jar ignited, illuminating the cave like daylight, exposing all the sins it held.

Yet, there wasn’t a single yin soul here.

"Not a single ghost here; they must have been taken by the Demon Path to brew evil magic." Teng Zhao commented with a frown. The Blood Banner of Ten Thousand Ghosts the Demon Path held earlier undoubtedly required numerous yin souls to forge.

Qin Liuxi then set a blaze to the blood pond and approached the recess imprisoning humans, broke the door array.

Despite the commotion, the people inside remained expressionless, like lost souls, not reacting at all to the outside world—utterly dazed.

Qin Liuxi looked at them, scanning the room but didn’t find the Xue family’s young lady. She wasn’t there, and these girls held no karmic connection to her, whereas the three mummified corpses on the ground were tightly bound by karma.

"Zhaozhao, take a look at them."

Qin Liuxi instructed Teng Zhao to treat them while she continued to search the cave.

Completing her round, she stood before a round-bellied jar, an eerie talisman array drawn on the surface, with bizarre symbols painted over its body, and the jar itself...

She reached toward it, then withdrew her hand, face darkening. It was crafted with human blood and flesh—a cursed jar.

Qin Liuxi lifted the lid, peering inside saw a girl seated within, marked by talismans—beside her floated a round, blood-colored pearl-like object.

The natural essence and blood within females is the yin yuan.

Qin Liuxi’s breath caught, removing the talisman from the girl’s forehead—immediately recognizing the child she sought.

Xue Yuying.

The little girl unconscious, eyes tightly shut, skin shriveled and wrinkled, utterly unlike a twelve-year-old child; deathly pallor covered her face.

The yin yuan extracted, she aged, decayed; likewise heading toward death.

Qin Liuxi formed seals with her hands, casting a spell to shatter the heinous jar—Yin evil aura recklessly surged, yet avoided her.

Quickly, she grabbed the escaping yin yuan chased by the aura, securing it within the Soul Nourishing Jade Bottle, then imbued Xue Yuying with a strand of True Qi to safeguard her heart meridian, additionally bestowing merit upon her spiritual platform, protecting her Divine Soul from continued degeneration.

Upon completion, a sensation overtook her, prompting her to leap up, revealing the Qiankun Soul Devouring Mirror from within her robes.

Roar.

A piercing scream rang, someone materialized—a slender, small figure cloaked in black, donning a large hood obscuring any glimpse of their real appearance.

Qin Liuxi saw the rounded chin—clutching the Soul-devouring Mirror tightly, watching—lips pursed into a line: "Wang..."

The small black robe flipped their hands, two Soul-cutting Blades appeared, swiftly slicing toward Qin Liuxi.

Qin Liuxi’s heart tore like it was being ripped apart, deep pain in her eyes, she retreated several yards.

The small black robe persisted, her strike unsuccessful, releasing one blade toward Qin Liuxi, followed by Roc’s Wings—a stunning move with the other blade leaving a shadow, sweeping downward.

"Master." A concerned, anxious voice echoed from not far behind.

The small black robe’s heart palpitated, surprised by the suddenness, yet her grip on the Soul-cutting Blade remained tight, pressing aggressively toward Qin Liuxi.

This person ruined her plans, deserved death!

Qin Liuxi wielded the Soul Hook Chain grabbing the attacking Soul-cutting Blade—exerting force causing the blade to fracture, falling to the ground.

The small black robe’s pupils were almost entirely black, her aura massively intense, seemingly possessed, mercilessly striking at Qin Liuxi.

Qin Liuxi swung the Soul Hook Chain as if animated—wrapping around the small black robe pulling her close, a swift hand motion shucked her hood, revealing a pale, bloodless youthful face, expression cold with no emotion.

"Wang Chuan."

Teng Zhao and the approaching Little Ginseng froze, hearing Qin Liuxi’s words—staring at the diminutive black-clad figure.

Was it Wang Chuan?

The divination Qin Liuxi spoke of meeting an old acquaintance—was it her?

Why had she attacked Qin Liuxi? Her style seemed reckless, had she lost her mind?

"I am Heartless, you ruined my plans, die." Heartless, bound by chains, showed no urgency—advanced, drawing a dagger fashioned from Python Bone from her waist—stabbing towards Qin Liuxi.

Little Ginseng cried out, "Little Wang Chuan, are you trying to betray your master?"

Teng Zhao already lunging forward—impermissible.

Heartless remained indifferent as the dagger neared Qin Liuxi’s heart—suddenly blinding golden light surged, causing her to scream.

The Qiankun Soul Devouring Mirror within Qin Liuxi’s embrace illuminated—Heartless adorned with Sanskrit striking fiercely towards Qin Liuxi.

Bang.

The Qiankun Mirror cracked, Qin Liuxi spat a mouthful of blood—her grip on the Soul Hook Chain remained firm—letting her escape was not an option.

Unhesitating, Heartless launched a palm attack at Qin Liuxi—like carrying a thousand pounds of force—sending her flying. Once released from the chain, without hesitation, she fled.

Before leaving, she glanced back—seeing the woman staring at her—disappointment, pain, remorse, guilt—light dimming, finally returning to calmness.

Heartless’ heart panicked, hastened her escape.