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第四卷 七星岛 第五百八十三章 红绫仙子

The Crimson Silk Fairy

Her lips were made of jade, her skin like water. This woman was a true masterpiece of beauty in the mortal world. Her age could not be discerned by mere observation; clearly, she had mastered some form of longevity technique.

Unlike ordinary beauties, this woman's features were finely crafted as if painted by an artist’s hand. However, there was a hint of ruthlessness in her expression that suggested her cultivation method leaned towards the righteous path, yet the malevolent energy radiating from her body did not fall short of those from the demonic sects.

Her unique aura attracted attention, but thetortoise demon's pupils constricted slightly as his voice sounded dry.

"…Red?"

"Eh? You know me?" The young woman turned her head and a hint of confusion appeared on her face before quickly turning to understanding: "That is rather unusual. You are from the Turtle Clan, aren't you? Your clan managed to advance to the Transformed Phase; that truly makes you an anomaly. It seems like you have lived longer than most. Could it be that you met me in ancient times?"

This woman was indeed a significant elder of the Jade Sect, with vast knowledge and insight. She immediately pointed out the turtle’s origin. Then she turned her gaze to another nearby cultivator at the Core Formation stage.

Master Sour Master, who had a taste for killing, felt a chill run down his spine. He could tell that this woman was not an old monster of late but had reached the peak of her cultivation, far beyond what he could match. Adding to it was the strength she had just displayed; challenging her would be unwise.

His heart raced with unease, yet his vigilance never wavered as he stared intently at the young woman before him, not even shifting his gaze.

Despite the tension between a human and a demon, the Crimson Silk Fairy’s expression remained unchanged. She flicked her jade hand, causing a shimmer of spiritual energy to surround her body. Sour Master was startled but had no time to summon his treasures as she already flew towards the distance in a flash.

How could this be?

The two old monsters were taken aback. Sour Master hurriedly extended his divine sense, only to find that the area was under some kind of restriction, compressing the detection range by several times. Even he could only scan for over ten miles.

He vaguely sensed her figure moving away without any signs of turning back.

Sour Master’s face contorted with indecision as he pondered. After a moment, he took a deep breath and turned to the demon: "Is this friend aware of this woman?"

"Indeed," the turtle replied without hesitation, his expression grave: "This lady is known as Fairy Crimson Silk. She was one of the enforcers in the Jade Profound Sect."

Though Sour Master had already guessed as much, he couldn’t help showing surprise: "How is that possible? The Jade Profound Sect was a sect from over a million years ago. How could this woman still be alive?"

"Ask me and who else would you ask?" the turtle rolled his eyes, his expression grim: "Even if it were an Immortal at the Core Formation stage, no one in the Spirit Realm could live that long."

The two old monsters exchanged looks without speaking.

After a moment, Sour Master spoke again: "I see this lady’s abilities are not ordinary. She was once an important figure in the Jade Profound Sect?"

"Hmph, friend, you always have to be so evasive. Just ask me directly about her cultivation level," the turtle said irritably.

Hearing his words, Sour Master felt a surge of anger but maintained a smile on his face; it wasn’t the right time for him to show his true feelings yet.

"Friend, your words are correct. Fairy Crimson Silk is indeed extraordinary. When I was just an ordinary demon beast, I once witnessed her battle with one of our ancient predecessors," the demon continued without noticing Sour Master’s expression, recounting the tale.

Sour Master raised an eyebrow and set aside his annoyance to listen intently.

"The ancient predecessor from our side had also reached the peak of the Transformed Phase. Moreover, he was a celestial spirit, but even so, he lost to this lady, being soul-drawn and essence-extracted," the turtle said with a hint of fear in his voice.

Sour Master’s expression changed dramatically as he almost doubted his hearing. Could she have actually killed a celestial spirit at her level?

It was well-known that a demon's cultivation potential was closely tied to their bloodline. Celestial spirits were those with the most exceptional abilities, akin to human saints or even slightly better.

Due to their superior bloodline, celestial spirits generally had significantly greater strength compared to demons of the same realm.

If what the turtle said was true, then this lady’s power might not be far off from that of a late-stage Immortal.

This thought made Sour Master break out in cold sweat. He hadn’t seen other late-stage cultivators’ power firsthand, but he knew how terrifying the Palace Lord of Sword Obscure was.

That power, while not as formidable as moving mountains and filling seas, was certainly beyond his reach.

With this realization, he hurriedly extended his divine sense again, carefully scanning his surroundings, as if fearing an ambush by the lady from behind.

"Friend, you needn’t be so cautious. Fairy Crimson Silk has already gone far," the turtle’s voice reached Sour Master's ears.

"How do you know? This place is restricted for divine senses," Sour Master raised an eyebrow and asked in confusion.

"The old man knows through his methods," the turtle shook its head mysteriously.

Sour Master chuckled dryly but did not press further: "Given that, I will believe your judgment. What should we do next?"

"Of course, we should continue searching for treasures," the turtle said without hesitation. Despite the unexpected appearance of Fairy Crimson Silk, their hurried demeanor suggested they had no real intention to look for treasures. Otherwise, he would have to consider his options more carefully.

Sour Master agreed: "That is good."

The two old monsters exchanged a knowing smile as they delved into the Blood Bat Cave.

Silence settled around them again. After about half an incense stick’s time, spiritual energy flickered and a beautiful young woman with painted eyes appeared before the entrance of the cave.

This was none other than the ancient cultivator who had just fled.

Fairy Crimson Silk looked at the Blood Bat Cave entrance, shaking her head lightly. Her expertise lay in concealment techniques; she had merely used an avatar to pass through the search by the two old monsters.

Others might find it unbelievable, but for her, it was as easy as breathing.

A look of contemplation now appeared on her face.

Facing the invitation from the Corpse Infant, she once said that treasures no longer held any appeal. She had not lied. At that time, her primary goal was to find a suitable body.

Now, having successfully taken over another’s body and fully reconstituted it, this new form matched hers in appearance and abilities without a difference.

With no lingering concerns, she naturally began to consider the treasures left by the sect. Each treasure was invaluable and could greatly aid her future cultivation. Should she venture into this murky water?

Fairy Crimson Silk's eyes sparkled with resolve as she did not hesitate for long. There was no room for error; she must seize every opportunity. Besides, she had full confidence in her own abilities.

She flicked her hand, causing her figure to become hazy once more. This wasn’t a simple invisibility technique; even her aura became faint and indistinct as she slipped into the Blood Bat Cave.

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