Ruthless destroyer of flowers, murderer and thief!

Lin Yuan manipulated the frost sword, transforming it into an icy, bone-chilling white streak that shot explosively towards the desperate-looking Junior Sister Zhou!

Before the sword tip arrived, the chilling Sword Qi had already sliced through the air, emitting a sharp whistle.

Facing this strike, Junior Sister Zhou forcibly suppressed her surging blood, gritted her teeth, and poured all of her remaining mana into her own Flying Sword.

"Clang!" A piercing sound of metal clashing exploded.

Junior Sister Zhou's Flying Sword only collided with the frost sword for an instant before being sent flying far away.

Junior Sister Zhou felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and her face turned increasingly pale.

She was even weaker than Lin Yuan had imagined.

With a thought, Lin Yuan gave her no chance to catch her breath; the frost sword traced a tricky arc in the air, stabbing straight at the woman's face.

Watching the cold sword tip rapidly enlarge in her pupils, a trace of madness finally flashed in Junior Sister Zhou's eyes.

She slammed her hand against her Storage Pouch, and a thumb-sized, blood-red Medicinal Pill that exuded a strong stench of blood appeared in her palm.

Blood Burning Pill!

Lin Yuan's brows furrowed instantly; as an alchemist, he recognized the origin of this pill at a glance.

This was a type of Medicinal Pill that burned essence and blood at the cost of forcibly stimulating potential in a short time to exchange for powerful strength.

However, the cost was immense; after the medicinal effect wore off, one would fall into a long period of weakness, or even suffer a regression in Cultivation.

Junior Sister Zhou did not hesitate at all and swallowed the Blood Burning Pill directly.

Once the Medicinal Pill entered her stomach, it felt as if a raging fire had exploded within her body.

Her already withered aura, at this moment, began to surge wildly at a terrifying speed, and a strange flush appeared on her pale cheeks.

That aura even faintly showed signs of a Breakthrough of the Foundation Establishment barrier!

Lin Yuan's heart tightened, and he immediately prepared to go all out and fight a tough battle.

However, just at this moment.

"Pfft..."

Just as Junior Sister Zhou's aura climbed to its peak, her body suddenly stiffened.

She opened her mouth, but what she spat out was not a mouthful of blood, but a large cloud of dark red blood mist.

In her wide-eyed, beautiful eyes, the madness and determination instantly faded, replaced by shock and pain.

She was too severely injured.

Her body, already on the verge of collapse, could simply not withstand the violent and unmatched medicinal power of the Blood Burning Pill.

The spark in her eyes extinguished rapidly like a candle in the wind.

She rolled her eyes, her body went limp, and she fell straight down from mid-air.

Lin Yuan watched her falling body, his gaze flickering.

Killing her and looting the spoils was the simplest and most direct approach.

But...

A thought flashed quickly through his mind.

In a flash of lightning, Lin Yuan had already made his decision.

He flickered his figure like a phantom, appearing instantly below, and caught Junior Sister Zhou's soft body by the waist.

The woman's body was light, and her aura was weak to the extreme; if not for a trace of a heartbeat, she would be no different from a dead person.

However, there was not a shred of pity in Lin Yuan's eyes.

Holding this "spoils of war," he quickly found a hidden cave and tossed her onto the ground.

Next, he extended his withered fingers and tapped her body dozens of times in succession; spiritual light flickered at his fingertips, completely sealing off the major acupoints and the pathways for spiritual energy circulation within her body.

After doing this, he still wasn't at ease.

He brought two fingers together and tapped her glabella.

Mana slowly seeped from his fingertips into the depths of Junior Sister Zhou's Sea of Consciousness.

Only after planting the Restriction did Lin Yuan feel completely at ease.

Half a day later, the woman on the ground let out a painful moan, her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she finally woke up slowly.

She rolled over, instinctively wanting to climb up, but found her whole body weak and soft, her Meridians empty, unable to muster a shred of mana.

The intense pain from her injuries caused her to fall back onto the cold ground.

"I advise you not to move around."

An old and flat voice echoed in the cave.

"Your internal organs are all damaged, seven or eight out of ten Meridians are broken, and your Dantian has also developed cracks."

"Even if you are lucky enough to survive, it would be considered good luck if your Cultivation doesn't regress by three or four levels. In the future, wanting to make any more progress is nothing but a pipe dream."

Junior Sister Zhou looked up abruptly, and upon seeing the leisurely old Demonic Path cultivator not far away, her eyes were instantly filled with fear and hatred.

"You... why didn't you kill me?"

Her voice was hoarse and dry, full of confusion.

In her view, the righteous and Demonic Paths were irreconcilable; falling into the opponent's hands, death was the only outcome.

Hearing this, Lin Yuan's face showed an expression of feigned surprise.

"Oh? So the Fairy wishes to die?"

He stood up slowly, flipped his palm, and the frost sword appeared in his hand, the blade humming and emitting a biting cold.

"Since that is the case, this old man will send you on your way!"

As Lin Yuan spoke, he walked towards her step by step, unhurriedly.

That undisguised, cold killing intent was like a great mountain, pressing heavily on Junior Sister Zhou's heart.

She hugged her knees, curled into a ball, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

She could clearly feel that the other party really wanted to kill her; that indifference, regarding life as mere grass, made her feel chilled to the bone.

For a moment, fine cold sweat seeped from her forehead, and even breathing became difficult.

It is said that people of the Demonic Sect have fickle Heart-Nature, with joy and anger following their hearts; today, she had experienced it personally.

Lin Yuan walked up to her, raised the long sword in his hand high, and aimed it at her snow-white, slender neck.

The cold gleam on the sword's edge stung her skin.

The shadow of death had never been so clear.

Just at the final moment when the long sword was about to be swung down.

Her psychological defenses completely collapsed, and she screamed out:

"Don't kill me! As long as you don't kill me, I will agree to anything!"

The moment the words fell, the life-taking long sword hanging above her head stopped steadily on her neck.

The sword light flickered; a mere fraction of an inch more, and she would have perished.

Lin Yuan put away the long sword, patted his waist again, and handed over a Medicinal Pill.

"This is..."

Junior Sister Zhou saw the Medicinal Pill clearly, her beautiful eyes widened suddenly, and her eyes were full of surprise.

"Muscle Regenerating and Bone Knitting Pill?"

With this pill, it could resolve most of the injuries in her body; it shouldn't leave behind hidden injuries that would affect future Cultivation, nor would she have to worry about a regression in Cultivation.

But then she thought of something.

"This... this is Senior Brother Lu's..."

"Will you eat it, or not?"

Lin Yuan interrupted her, his tone flat.

Junior Sister Zhou took the Medicinal Pill and swallowed it.

The Medicinal Pill turned into a warm current, rapidly repairing the injuries in her body, and the intense pain also lessened significantly.

She now found it increasingly hard to understand why this old demon not only didn't kill her but also gave her a Medicinal Pill to treat her injuries.

"You... what exactly do you want to do?"

She raised her head, showing confusion.

Lin Yuan looked at her complexion, which had recovered quite a bit, and a playful smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"As a Demonic Path cultivator, what do you think I want to do?"

Junior Sister Zhou's face turned pale, and various terrifying rumors about Demonic Path cultivators flashed through her mind.

"You... do you want to use my body to make a Refined Corpse?"

Lin Yuan shook his head.

Hearing this, Junior Sister Zhou actually felt a slight sense of relief in her heart.

"Then... do you want to extract my Divine Soul to refine a Soul Banner?"

Lin Yuan shook his head again.

Junior Sister Zhou felt relieved again, but her heart was even more puzzled.

As long as it wasn't these two most miserable endings, it seemed... other things were not unacceptable.

She gritted her teeth and said the last possibility.

"Then are you... do you want to treat me as a Cauldron to harvest and improve your Cultivation?"

Lin Yuan nodded, the smile on his face meaningful.

"You finally guessed it."