"Swift!"
Lin Hao's voied like thunder.
The sword light shot forth like a rainbow, carrying an unstoppable momentum, sending the woman flying.
The beautiful female cultivator was flung back like a ragdoll.
Two mid-stage Foundatioablishment cultivators, merely touched by the sword's might, were left coughing up blood!
At the same time, Shui Ling'er had also dealt with the male cultivators trapped in the illusion.
Lin Hao toyed with the sword pill in his hand, walking unhurriedly to the leading female cultivator.
This woman had borhe brunt of the sword light, a ghastly wound sshed across her abdomen, staining her white dress with blood.
Her gaze at Lin Hao was filled with fear, regretting having provoked this camity.
But now it was too te frets.
She could only plead for mercy, hoping he wouldn't kill her.
"Dao... Dao Brother, spare my life," the female cultivator's voice was weak, barely audible.
"Spare you? Did you think of sparing me when you tried to kill me? Why should I let you go?"
"If you want to live, trade me your most valuable possession!"
The two mid-stage Foundatioablishment cultivators quickly offered their ste bags.
"Brother Lin, a small token, please accept it and spare our lives," they said in unison.
Lin Hao merely sneered, them to unlock the restris on their ste bags and the a wisp of his sciousness io ihe tents.
He found nothing of value, just a handful of demon cores and a pitiful amount of spirit stones.
"With just these things, you think you buy your lives? Your lives are truly cheap!"
A trace of desotion fshed across the faces of the two cultivators.
These days, the Cultivation World was not peaceful, and no one could guarahat there wouldn't be robbers at the Demo Hunting petition, so only a fool would carry their wealth with them.
Lin Hao tossed the ste bags to Shui Ling'er and said, "This little bit of junk is not enough to satisfy me.
But if you want to live, it's not impossible..."
Seeing a ce, the two quickly pleaded, "What must we do to be spared?"
"Swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao that you will not disclose what happeoday to anyone, and when you return to your sect, you must pay me five hundred middle-grade spirit stones."
Hiss!
The ted.
Five hundred middle-grade spirit stones were nearly half of their entire wealth.
But now, to save their lives, they had no room tain and could only grit their teeth and agree.
The other male cultivators followed suit, swearing the Heavenly Dao oath.
Lin Hao made them swear not because he feared they would leak the events but because he didn't want to expose the existence of the sword pill, his trump card for survival.
The beautiful female cultivator weakly said, "Brother Lin, I'm willing to swear too..."
Before she could finish, Lin Hao interrupted.
"No, you 't. Spirit stones aren't the most precious thing on you."
A trace of fusion fshed across her face.
But then she realized, recalling the cultivatiohod he practiced.
Her face flushed immediately.
She had beeed to the Dao, focused solely on cultivation, never sidering matters between men and women, thus remaining pure.
Her long-guarded purity was about to be...
While she was lost in thought, Lin Hao used his power to draw her to his side, leaving with Shui Ling'er in a fsh of light.
They found a cave, killed the bear demon inside.
Lin Hao pced the woman on a pile of hay, then ordered her to opee bag, find healing pills, and take them.
He didn't want to engage in any "seafood business" with someone gravely injured; it would be awkward if she died midway.
While waiting for her to recover, Lin Hao took spirit pills to restore his own spiritual energy.
The sword pill bestowed by his Master owerful, but its ption was tremendous, draining most of his spiritual energy with just one use.
He resolved not to use the sword pill unless absolutely necessary.
Half a day ter, Lin Hao felt his spiritual energy restored, but the beautiful female cultivator still looked weak.
His sharp eyes saw through her deying tactics.
Ha, pying tricks with me.
In a cold, clear tone, Lin Hao said, "You'd better hurry and heal, or if my patience runs out, I won't mind killing you to vent my anger."
The female cultivator shivered at the cold killing i in his words.
She could distinguish between purity and life.
No longer daring to dey, she quickly focused on healing.
Foundatioablishment cultivators no longer o eat, sustaining themselves with Inedia pills and abs dew.
But Shui Ling'er, seemingly on purpose, was roasting bear paws at the cave entrance.
She spoke loudly as she cooked.
"Serves yht for not knowing to offer your cave dwelling voluntarily, ending up dead and separated, feelier now?"
Her voice echoed in the cave.
Lin Hao caught the underlying meaning in her words—she was a bit jealous about him dual cultivating with another woman.
It was normal; if her man was embrag others and she felt nothing, that would be ing.
A smile tugged at his lips as he stepped outside and lifted Shui Ling'er into his arms.
"Lin Hao, you sdrel, what are you doing!"
"Of course, I'm going to y little vinegar jar."
...
Not until the moon hung high did Lin Hao finally let Shui Ling'er go and turned bato the cave.
After being forted, Shui Ling'er's distent faded, and she willingly stood guard outside for Lin Hao.
Soon, a rge amount of Fire Spiritual Energy began to gather ihe cave.
As dawn broke, Lin Hao sat cross-legged, iing his dantian, finding his sea of spiritual energy much more solidified, filling him with joy.
In one night, he had absorbed a vast amount of Fire Spiritual Energy through the woman's Primordial Yin, equivalent to half a year of hard cultivation.
His cultivation ed the woman's Primordial Yin, which, though not harming her, would eventually be exhausted.
The beautiful female cultivator had been drained of her Primordial Yin, not a drop left.
Since he had no iion of keeping her, he would extract all her value.
After a short while, seeing her awaken, he forced her to swear the Heavenly Dao oath, the with Shui Ling'er.
Leaving the beautiful female cultivator alone in the cave, her brows furrowed.
What a heartless man!
After a night of passion, he felt no attat at all.
Peerjun