[ZHUILING] More Than Enough

Chapter 10

"Now then, how should I deal with you?" Huang Li studied Jin Ling, who stayed quiet.

     "I know that I can't spare you, so..." Huang Li tapped a spare finger on his own cheek. "How about I feed you to my aunt?"

     "Are you sure you want your aunt to eat humans?" Jin Ling frowned. For instance, he did not want to end up anywhere inside of that fierce corpse—including the mouth and the stomach. "That's right." Huang Li wore a wicked smile. "I don't want my aunt to have the disgusting taste of a tainted cultivator in her mouth."

Jin Ling rolled his eyes. When in the world did I become a tainted cultivator?

     "Then, you'll just have to die from blood loss." Huang Li sneered. "Go, my dear aunt!" He pointed towards the fierce corpse, who obeyed his orders. Fortunately, Jin Ling was too quick for the corpse. The Young Mistress had dodged the attack in the nick of time, unsheathing his sword and slashed at the aunt. Roars and groans had flooded the window-less cabin, as lukewarm blood splattered onto the wooden floor.

The burning blood had dropped onto Jin Ling's hands as he messily wiped the liquid off onto his clothes.

A stain of blood had formed on his robes as he glared at the bloody mess in front of him. The fierce corpse was howling at the top of her lungs as a giant cut seared on her chest. "Aunt!" Huang Li desperately flung himself over the fierce corpse, preventing anymore blood to leak out. "You..." an expression embodying the true meaning of anger had plastered over Huang Li's face. He glared at Jin Ling. "What did you do?"

"I cut her with my sword." Jin Ling deadpanned.

"I know that!" Huang Li scowled. The elderly one had covered his aunt's wound with his hands, but the blood kept on squeezing out from his fingers. "I swear... you'll pay for this, Jin Ling!" He howled.

Jin Ling ignored him before sashaying out of the cabin, but he was stopped when...

Another fierce corpse had entered the cabin! And Jin Ling himself wasn't the only one that was shocked speechless.

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     At that point, Sizhui found his concern for Jin Ling grow rapidly. A small part of the forest was burning! Fire roared in the woods, with it destructive power rising by the second. Time was slow as Sizhui forced himself to stay calm. I told him I'd protect him! If he's hurt... I won't be able to forgive myself!

     "Go on, Sizhui." Wei Ying nudged towards him. "Go find him. We'll catch up."

     Nodding, Sizhui had dashed off while mounting his sword in the process. An adrenaline of worry had welled up within him, and he couldn't help but ditch all the other cultivators to find Jin Ling. He landed in the midst of the burnt down forest, with patches of withered grass scattered by his feet. Although not much of the forest was caught on fire, the attention was enough to drag Sizhui downwards to attend to the matter.

     An unsettling silence had cast upon Sizhui as the atmosphere pressed warmer by the second. Sizhui had slashed his sword around, with the impact of the winds extinguishing the surrounding fire. He continued suppressing the fire with the wind, while the fire began to wither lower until they finally vanished.

     "Jin Ling? Are you out there?" His voice cracked as he wandered around the crisped forest.

     When he didn't get a response, the stress at his heart had tightened to a drastic extent. "Jin Ling?" Sizhui wandered further away, the weight at his legs had grown heavier by each heart-wrenching second.