Chapter 4: Borrowing a Light

Isn’t this a kind of insult to her character?

The Saintess, with her white hair and golden eyes, someone who had never suffered a day in her life, caught the Storage Pouch that Hua Jian tossed over.

After thinking for a few breaths, she put some strength into her arm and hurled the Storage Pouch back as a weapon.

Whoosh, smack!

The Storage Pouch hit Hua Jian squarely on the head, making the girl stagger.

“Hey, you Saintess really don’t know what’s good for you. I split some stuff with you and you’re not even happy about it, huh.”

Taking back the Five Spirit Stones she had just lost, Hua Jian picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at Linglong.

She wasn’t one to hold grudges; if she had one, she’d settle it on the spot.

The stone hadn’t even reached Linglong when it was shattered by lightning. Hua Jian curled her lips and cursed silently in her heart: “Filthy rich dog.”

“I’m leaving. Go chill wherever you like!”

Unable to win in a fight, Hua Jian could only force a smile and bid Linglong farewell, vowing that next time she saw this Saintess, she’d steer clear.

Just you wait until I’m stronger than you. I’ll strip you clean and throw all your stuff into the Trading House! In her heart, she gave Linglong a fierce middle finger. Hugging her spoils, Hua Jian turned and ran.

She was definitely not one of those foolish villains who liked to stay and observe the scene of their own crimes.

Doing bad deeds and then making a quick getaway— that was the real rule for survival.

Seizing Body was all about quick eyes and fast hands. Disarm, seal the legs, snatch the body and the loot; before you even wake up, your gear’s already been put up in the Trading House.

Even though here, Hua Jian couldn’t just pull one job and quit— she had to do a few more to make a profit—it didn’t stop her from running away as fast as she could right now.

But… “Why are you following me!”

For some reason, this damned Saintess seemed to have set her sights on her, refusing to let go.

She didn’t fight, just trailed behind at a not-too-far, not-too-close distance, wherever Hua Jian went.

How could a lone troublemaker like Hua Jian stand for this? Wasn’t this just making it harder for her to do bad things?

“By following you, I can witness many interesting things. It lets me understand how sinister human hearts can be, and helps me complete the task my Master assigned me.” Linglong stood there, hugging her sword, lips barely moving.

Hearing this, Hua Jian felt something was off.

You mean, by following me, you get to see how sinister people can be?

“Are you calling me heartless?!”

“I’m not insulting you. It’s an objective evaluation,” Linglong corrected her, not intending any personal insult, and was willing to respect Hua Jian’s way of life.

But that didn’t stop her from judging Hua Jian as black-hearted.

Looking at Linglong, whose expression was as solemn as a statue, Hua Jian silently turned her head away.

There was no reasoning with this stubborn blockhead.

Heartless? She was just doing what everyone else would do in the secret realm. How was that heartless?

Just like a well-fed woman doesn’t know the hunger of the starving— disgusting!

Hugging her spoils of the day, she returned to her hideout, hidden deep in the Forest.

She tossed nearly ten Storage Pouches onto the ground and began to take off her clothes.

Halfway through, she suddenly turned to look at Linglong.

Linglong’s eyes were as direct as ever, staring straight at her without a hint of embarrassment.

“Hey… Miss Saintess, do you mind turning around a bit and giving me some private space?”

Hua Jian had to make it clear: she was taking off her clothes not because of some strange fetish, but because she’d been through too much today— her clothes had been struck by lightning and soaked in water.

She really couldn’t wear them anymore and needed to change.

“My clothes aren’t like your Spiritual Garment, immune to water and dirt.”

Compared to Hua Jian, who looked rather bedraggled, Linglong was nearly unchanged from before.

Her platinum dress was as pristine as ever— all thanks to the power of Spirit Stones.

Hua Jian couldn’t help but wonder: if she’d used more of that drug that night, could she really have stripped the Saintess of her Spiritual Garment?

That Spiritual Garment would fetch at least tens of thousands of Spirit Stones on the outside, right?

“You can change in front of me. I don’t mind,” Linglong shook her head.

After spending the day with her, she understood one thing: Hua Jian wasn’t like those fellow disciples from her sect. This girl’s words couldn’t be trusted.

As for breaking her word— Hua Jian wouldn’t feel the slightest guilt about it.

“You might not mind, but I do! Are you some kind of female pervert? The dignified Saintess wants to take advantage of a weak girl like me?!”

Hua Jian had never thought of selling herself. She always protected her body very well.

She was terrified of something strange happening to her— a lonely, helpless girl— afraid she’d be forced to take some weird drug and turn into something weird.

And now, Linglong was starting to look weirder and weirder in her eyes.

“I have no such intentions.”

“Words are cheap, and besides, you have Dragon Blood in you. I know all about Dragon Nature being inherently lustful!”

Just think about it: dragons even go after creatures as small as humans. Their nature is seriously messed up.

And Linglong was a Half-demon, with mixed dragon and human blood. Isn’t it normal for her to inherit a bit of Dragon Nature?

A flash of lightning flickered at the end of Linglong’s hair. She didn’t even know where Hua Jian picked up such twisted logic.

If she had guts, she should say this in front of the Dragon Race.

See if the Dragon Race wouldn’t hang her up on the Sea-stabilizing Divine Pillar and whip her.

“I’ll close my eyes. Hurry up,” Linglong replied coldly, shutting her golden eyes.

As she closed her eyes, threads of lightning spread from her, encircling Hua Jian.

Linglong gave Hua Jian plenty of space, a full ten meters square. As long as Hua Jian didn’t want to put on some kind of acrobatic show, it was more than enough.

But this kind of distrust made Hua Jian angry.

What, does she think if she doesn’t pull tricks, I’d just run? Sure, she did leave a secret passage and a Decoy Puppet here, and did consider a golden cicada escape, but that’s no reason for such strict defense, right?

Suppressing her anger, Hua Jian quickly changed clothes and shouted at Linglong, “Alright, you can take your lightning back now.”

The lightning faded, Linglong opened her eyes, and saw that Hua Jian looked almost exactly the same as before.

Wasn’t this the same outfit as just now?

But there was indeed a set of soaking wet clothes placed to the side, meaning all of Hua Jian’s clothes were exactly the same.

“You only have this one kind of outfit?” Linglong walked closer, searching for differences.

“This is the most cost-effective outfit I could find. Any other kind is either too weak or too expensive.” Hua Jian dragged out some firewood she’d hidden here and started making a fire.

After striking the Fire Stone a few times, her head suddenly turned, staring straight at Linglong.

Wait, didn’t she have a much more convenient tool right here?

“Saintess, give me a lightning bolt and help start the fire.”