Chương 103: Beautiful Girl

Seventh Realm. Observing Freedom. Eighth Realm. True Deity Manifestation. Zhao Lian'er crossed two realms in a single bound, reaching the Eighth Realm empowered by the array. Even most great cultivators would struggle against her. But it still wasn't enough. Something inside her was craving more. A powerful urge to break through to the Ninth Realm, to transcend, to become a true celestial immortal. Yet no matter how much she desired it, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break the final barrier.

"What am I missing?" She asked herself, lost.

"You lack nature's gift!" Fang Cheng walked up beside her and spoke softly.

"Dear girl, you need to devour the living creatures nature has created to fill the void within you." His voice was seductive, carrying a strange power that made one want to follow his words. He crouched down, like a crayfish, circling around Zhao Lian'er, worshipping the saintess before him. Hiss, hiss, hiss. Then he flew up, like a lark, singing by her ear. Chirp, chirp, chirp. He wanted to sing for this white lotus. He wanted to dedicate his song to this noble and pure lotus.

He wanted to turn her into the most filthy and evil being in the world, to defile her sanctity with those dirty petals, to make her fall and become a dark flower of the other shore, blooming with hideously beautiful laughter. Hahahaha! He circled the blooming lotus, whispering temptations.

"Look, beautiful girl, look at the members around you. They are your followers, your most devout servants. They have offered you their dignity, and now they will offer you their lives. They will become your sacrifices, devoured by you. They are honored..." Zhao Lian'er didn't respond. She stood there, her eyes lost, as if deep in thought. Fang Cheng changed again, from a lark to a sparrow on a branch, landing on her shoulder and chirping: "Hurry, dear girl.

You are the most beautiful flower of spring, so gorgeous that I long to see you bloom forever. You need more nourishment, nature's nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium."

"Come, beautiful girl, lower your noble head and look at your followers. You need them. They will become your eternal nourishment, offering themselves for you, sacrificing for you. You will embrace them, carry them with you into eternity, undying, as long as heaven and earth endure, as long as the sun and moon shine..." Fang Cheng's song grew sweeter and more enchanting, almost hypnotic. Slowly, Zhao Lian'er seemed to fall under its spell. She lowered her head and looked at the people kneeling before her.

She saw their humble, submissive faces, their butts raised high in the air. For a moment, it all felt beautiful. She parted her lips and asked, "Are you willing?" They were ecstatic.

"Yes, Lord! We are willing! We'll give everything for you to live forever!" Zhao Lian'er smiled, warm as a spring breeze. She bent down, reached out her jade-like arms, and gently caressed them. Her hands pressed down on their heads, squeezing softly, like kneading mud. As her fingers pressed and twisted, the objects beneath them began to make pleasant cracking sounds. Flesh flew in all directions. Bones shattered under the pressure.

Blood sprayed out like fountains, splattering her pure white dress with beautiful crimson flowers. This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

"Mmm, what a lovely fragrance." She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, intoxicated. She opened her cherry lips to reveal sharp fangs, slowly extending her tongue, greedily licking up every piece of flesh on the ground, her face lost in bliss. This was nature's fragrance. She had savored it countless times. She loved it so much. Hahaha. She really, truly loved it. Hahahaha...

These foolish, ugly ants deserved to tremble beneath her feet, to gaze up at her beautiful face, to beg for the honor of being swallowed by her. This was the law of nature. For an ant to be devoured by a higher being was an honor. They should be grateful, weeping with thanks: "Lord, you are so good to us." Hahahaha... Yes. She was so merciful. She had given them countless gold bars and bricks, letting them taste the joy of wealth.

Then she took it all back and gave it again, letting them taste that joy once more, making them raise their butts and weep with gratitude all over again: "Lord, you are so good to us." She almost felt reluctant to swallow these foolish, ugly ants. Because letting them live in their foolish ugliness was, to her, the most wonderful thing, the greatest pleasure in the world.

"What a pity. I've eaten them all." Zhao Lian'er felt a flicker of regret. Women are always changing their minds. She had been lost in nature's fragrance, and now she regretted it. But what use was regret? These ants weren't worth pitying. She couldn't waste precious time regretting them. Zhao Lian'er frowned. She was lost again, unsure what to do next.

"Not enough. Too little. Far too little." The bird on her shoulder shook its head and urged her on.

"Dear girl, keep going. Sink your roots into the earth, spread your roots across the land, draw life from all living things to feed your body and soul. Then you will be eternal. You will never fade." Zhao Lian'er felt a pull, but more than that, a strange fear. Who was this bird on her shoulder? Why did its words always make her afraid? She felt something growing inside her, something she couldn't grasp or resist.

Like a mosquito's proboscis, piercing her soul, infecting her with disease while quietly drinking her essence.

"I don't want to..." She shook her head and reached up to shove the bird away. Women's intuition is sharp. But Fang Cheng wouldn't give up so easily. He landed on Zhu Old Six instead. That's right. Our Old Six had survived. Maybe it was Fang Cheng's protection, or maybe Zhao Lian'er saw him as Fang Cheng's buddy and held back. Either way, he was alive. But he wished he weren't. Everything he'd witnessed had scared him so badly he'd lost control of his bowels and bladder, his whole body shaking nonstop.

Fang Cheng stood on his shoulder, wobbling with every tremble, and said to him, "Old Six, hold steady. Don't be scared. Your brother's got you." Old Six's face was a mess of tears, but he didn't dare speak. He just nodded frantically, trying to steady his racing heart and trembling shoulders. Fang Cheng patted his shoulder and turned back to Zhao Lian'er.

"Dear girl, don't be afraid, and don't stop. I need more crime. Think of your past suffering, your past despair. Haven't you ever been angry about it? Where's the fire inside you? Let it burn! For all the injustice and resentment, for all the pain and sorrow, for your father, your mother, for those foolish, ugly bastards. Let the flames of your fury burn! Look, you're about to gain the power to destroy everything, to crush every obstacle in your path, to annihilate all who ever oppressed you!"

Zhao Lian'er's eyes flickered with pain and conflict. For a long moment, she hesitated. In the end, she couldn't summon that fire. She sank to her knees and cried out: "Why? Why won't you leave me alone?"