132: Chapter 132 Holy Maiden of the Common People Sect

A hidden shrine had floors covered in dust, as if no one had visited for who knows how many years.

Just at this moment, a man in a black robe stepped over the threshold of the shrine.

As the man in the black robe continued walking deeper into the shrine, the candles in the hall lit up, illuminating the dim interior of the temple.

These candle flames were chilly and eerie, resembling will-o'-the-wisps seeping out of graves.

After the chilly blue fire illuminated the entire shrine, the man in the black robe raised his head to look at the caisson ceiling.

He saw something coiled up there.

It was too huge; so huge that he could not see its full appearance, only seeing that mass of grayish-white flesh coiled on the caisson ceiling.

Its body covered the entire ceiling, spreading outward from the exact center of the caisson ceiling and filling every beam, rafter, and crevice.

Its skin was not smooth, densely covered with wrinkles and holes.

With every breath, those wrinkles slightly opened and closed, like countless mouths opening and closing simultaneously.

The man in the black robe looked at such a horrifying scene without moving, simply standing inside the temple and waiting.

Soon, a hand hung down from the caisson ceiling.

That hand was very large, with grayish-white skin devoid of color.

The fingernails were pitch black, long and sharp, like five curved blades.

The fingers slowly opened, and every finger emitted a "crack, crack" sound.

Lying in the palm of that hand was a person.

A woman, with a bewitching figure and exquisite curves.

She wore a dark red dress, the hem hanging down from the palm.

Her hair was loose, spread across those grayish-white fingers, as black as ink.

The woman slowly opened her eyes, and her pupils were dark purple.

"Lin Duwu."

The woman opened her mouth and said.

The man stood in the center of the hall, his body beneath the black robe trembling slightly.

He heard his own name uttered from this woman's mouth.

His head lowered and his shoulders shrank, seeming quite resistant to hearing his own name.

The woman sat on that grayish-white palm, looking down at him from above.

"The evil qi on your body probably can't be suppressed anymore, right?"

The woman's voice was very soft, yet it made Lin Duwu's expression turn icy.

Sitting on that grayish-white palm with her legs crossed, she carelessly twirled a lock of hair with her fingers.

"If this goes on, not only will your path of martial arts be completely cut off, but your life won't be saved either, right?"

"Lin Duwu, I can help you~"

Lin Duwu stood in the center of the hall, his hands under the black robe clenching tightly.

He knew what the other party said was true; that evil qi had been inside his body for too long.

This evil qi had seeped into his flesh and blood, and into his meridians.

He had tried many methods, but nothing worked, leaving him to watch helplessly as he was devoured by that evil qi.

"Why should I trust you?"

Lin Duwu said through gritted teeth.

The woman smiled.

She jumped down from the palm, stepped barefoot onto the cold stone slabs, walked in front of him, and looked up at him.

Her dark purple vertical pupils reflected his figure—the black robe, the hood, and the face beneath the hood obscured by shadows.

She reached out, her fingertips resting against his chest and pressing gently.

"I am the Saintess of the Cangsheng Cult, I speak on behalf of the deities, and deities do not lie."

"The one before your eyes is a deity."

She turned around, spread her arms, and faced the massive grayish-white mass of flesh on the caisson ceiling.

Following her gaze, Lin Duwu raised his head and looked at the thing coiled on the ceiling.

Those eerie grayish-white chunks of flesh wrapped in wrinkles and holes.

His throat moved, and a surge of sour water churned in his stomach, but he forced down this nausea.

Standing inside this hall now, in front of the woman claiming to be the Saintess, he couldn't just throw up like this.

"Evil qi can be transferred."

The woman claiming to be the Saintess of the Cangsheng Cult turned back and looked at Lin Duwu.

"I have something I need you to do. After it's done, the deity will suck away the evil qi on your body, not leaving a single drop."

Lin Duwu remained silent for a moment; he knew that evil qi could be transferred.

The woman before him did not lie about this point.

Then it was naturally not sheer fantasy that the evil entity could absorb evil qi.

"What is it?"

Lin Duwu asked.

"Kill Lord Qinling."

The corners of the Saintess's mouth curled up.

"Lord Qinling of Guanhai County, whether he is human or a demon, kill him."

"As a reward, the deity will clean away the evil qi on your body for you, and you can become that almighty martial artist lord once again."

Lin Duwu stood in the center of the hall, the hands under his black robe loosening, then clenching, loosening, then clenching.

He did not know who this Lord Qinling was, but whoever it was no longer mattered.

No matter what, his martial arts path must never stop right here!

And being plagued by evil qi, it was impossible for him to continue walking further on the path of martial arts.

This Lord Qinling could only consider himself unlucky.

Lin Duwu raised his head and looked at the woman, whose dark purple vertical pupils reflected his face.

"Alright."

Lin Duwu's figure disappeared outside the hall doors, the hem of his black robe sweeping across the threshold.

The interior of the hall plunged back into that chilly blue light.

The corners of the Saintess's mouth curled up, that smile not yet retracted.

She stood in place, stepping barefoot on the cold stone slabs, staring at the closed door with her dark purple vertical pupils for a good while before slowly turning around.

The grayish-white mass of flesh on the caisson ceiling wriggled slightly, that hanging hand lifted slightly, and its fingertips traced a line in the air.

Then it made a sound, an eerie lament echoing through the temple.

The Saintess raised her head, looking up with her face at the behemoth coiled on the ceiling.

Her dark purple vertical pupils reflected those wriggling wrinkles and opening-and-closing holes.

Her expression unchanged, she stretched out her hand, pressing her palm against that hanging grayish-white finger.

Her five fingers slowly closed, gripping that finger thicker than her arm.

"My deity."

Her voice was filled with piety.

"Lord Qinling will die soon. No matter what role he played in the death of Lord Evil Tree, he will die."

"Even though the martial artist just now is plagued by evil qi, his strength remains formidable; he will definitely be able to kill Lord Qinling."

The Saintess gripped that finger tightly and pressed her face against it.

She was confident that Lin Duwu would definitely go and kill Lord Qinling.

A martial artist eroded by evil qi to this extent, no matter how formidable his strength was, was nothing more than a pitiful wretch.

And only the deity before her could save that pitiful wretch and suck away the evil qi on his body.

She did not think Lin Duwu would resort to any tricks.

Because if he could no longer transfer the evil qi on his body, Lin Duwu wouldn't be far from death.

As for that Lord Qinling, although it was unclear whether he was the fellow who killed Lord Evil Tree.

But he definitely had a connection to the death of Lord Evil Tree.

In that case, let this Lord Qinling die!

The Saintess's dark purple vertical pupils were filled with iciness.

Seeming to understand the Saintess's words, the grayish-white mass of flesh on the ceiling emitted a low roar filled with killing intent.