“Is this what it feels like to wear a Spiritual Garment… Why does it feel like nothing’s changed at all?”
The next morning, Hua Jian put on the Pseudo-Spirit Robe she’d acquired not long ago, bounced on the spot twice, and felt no different at all after putting on the Spiritual Garment.
Shouldn’t this kind of thing make you feel light as a swallow, with endless strength welling up from within? Why does it feel exactly the same as not wearing it at all?
Is this some kind of shoddy knockoff?
Seeing Hua Jian so skillfully put on the stolen goods, and then even sneer at them with such disdain, even escalating to mocking the two unlucky souls who’d fallen into her Trap, Linglong couldn’t help but cough lightly, reminding Hua Jian that perhaps she shouldn’t act like this.
Who steals someone else’s stuff and then goes on to critique it, even laughing at the owner’s poor taste?
Have some standards, Miss Hua Jian!
Miss Hua Jian simply replied, Standards? My standards are very flexible.
“I didn’t say anything wrong, and after putting on this Spiritual Garment, why do I feel like I’ve turned into a big villain?”
The Spiritual Garments from those two unfortunates were pitch-black, quite unlike the pale colors cultivators usually preferred.
With the large hood that came with it, she really did look like some sort of villain.
Hua Jian pulled the hood down over her head, her whole face shrouded in its shadow, turning into a mysterious figure hidden entirely in darkness.
“Jie jie jie, you must be the Saintess of the Yaoci Holy Sect, right? I’m going to take you back to my cave and make you my Furnace…”
Crackle!
Pale blue lightning flashed across Linglong’s forehead.
“I spoke out of turn, Saintess Daren, spare me!” Hua Jian instantly admitted defeat.
After donning this outfit, she couldn’t quite control the surge of chuunibyou inside her.
This getup was just too villainous— if she didn’t spout some villainous lines, it felt like a waste of the disguise.
Linglong shot Hua Jian a long, chilly glare. From a certain perspective, Hua Jian really was quite bold to dare say such words aloud.
Didn’t she know that the term “Furnace” was as taboo in the Central Continent as “Seizing Body”? Just hearing it would make people’s faces change color.
Oh, perhaps she really didn’t know.
Hua Jian’s common sense was bizarre— abundant in some places, strangely lacking in others, making one wonder if she’d grown up in a different cultivation world altogether.
“I’m going to gather intel on that Spirit Beast, so I won’t be following you today.”
“Huh? Really?!” Hua Jian was overjoyed. “Then I won’t see you off!”
This sudden change in attitude made Linglong almost lose her composure; even her cold little face showed a rare flash of annoyance.
At once, the Saintess strode quickly over to Hua Jian, raised her hand, and gave her a sharp karate chop to the head.
It went against the etiquette a Saintess should uphold, but Linglong just wanted to do it.
With one chop, Hua Jian squatted on the ground clutching her head, tears brimming in her eyes, her face full of aggrieved indignation.
She was just a little happy, wasn’t she? Why did the Saintess have to hit her?
And that chop really hurt!
“Don’t look so happy.” Linglong tossed out the words, then turned into a flash of lightning and sped off toward the Territory of the Spirit Beast at the center of the Secret Realm.
Hey, isn’t this Saintess a bit too controlling? Hua Jian glared fiercely at Linglong’s departing back and gave her a big middle finger. So the Saintess finally took off her gentle mask and revealed her true villainous side!
Tch, once we leave the Secret Realm, I’ll expose your true nature to everyone. Let them see what kind of person this Saintess really is!
……
Today, Hua Jian was in a terrible mood.
Today’s victims were also in a terrible mood.
“You fiend…”
“Shut up! How dare a loser bark at me after losing!” Dressed in black with her hood up, Hua Jian cut off the cultivator who’d fallen into her Trap, radiating menace.
“That garment… It’s you! You’re the scoundrel who used underhanded tricks to steal the Mirage Incense!”
The cultivator, paralyzed by Hua Jian’s Trap, glared at her, finally recognizing her identity from the black clothes.
A little over a month ago, he and his companion had found a Storage Pouch containing Mirage Incense.
But while rushing to the extraction point with it, they were stopped by two black-clothed cultivators who robbed them of the Mirage Incense.
Who would’ve thought he’d run into that same thieving scoundrel here!
“Huh? What do you mean by underhanded tricks? This treasure belongs to the virtuous. If you couldn’t hold onto it, how’s that my fault?”
Though they’d never actually met, the conversation unexpectedly matched up.
Hua Jian thought this cultivator was a friend of the two who’d fallen into her Trap, while the cultivator took Hua Jian for one of the two black-clad cultivators, specifically the female one.
Neither realized there was a middleman profiting from the deal.
“Don’t think I don’t know who you are!” The paralyzed cultivator cursed, convinced— after analyzing with his companions— that they’d deduced the true identity of the two in black.
“Oh? And what am I?”
“Demonic Cultivator! You’re definitely a Demonic Cultivator who’s infiltrated the Central Continent!”
Hua Jian sucked in a cold breath. Wow, is it trendy these days to slap the Demonic Cultivator label on people?
She admitted her actions were a little bit wrong, but compared to a Demonic Cultivator, she was positively pure.
“Slander! What proof do you have that I’m a Demonic Cultivator?”
“Everything you and your companion have done is the work of Demonic Cultivators! What more proof do you need!”
?
Me and my companion? Everything we do is the work of Demonic Cultivators?
Hearing this, Hua Jian burst out laughing. So her “companion” was actually a Demonic Cultivator? Now that was a surprise.
The dignified Saintess of the Saint Sect, actually a Demonic Cultivator in disguise— was this the distortion of human nature, or the collapse of morality…
“Alright, you can’t even frame people properly. Go take a nap and pick up your stuff at the Trading House when you wake up.” Hua Jian saw no need to keep talking.
If he dared pin the Demonic Cultivator label on the Saintess, there was nothing he wouldn’t do.
With people like this, the best way to reason is with your fists.
There’s no way to talk sense into them. Only the most practical laws of physics can show him how red a flower can really be!
A tough Green Vine coiled around the cultivator’s neck. Before long, his eyes rolled back and he lost consciousness.
Originally, Hua Jian had planned to be gentler and use Poisonous Miasma to knock him out, but being slandered really didn’t sit well with her. Annoyed, she chose a rougher method.
She quickly snatched off his Storage Pouch, then searched him over again, only to be shocked at how dirt poor he was.
Aside from the Storage Pouch, he had nothing else. That was just absurd.
Are people really entering the Secret Realm these days with nothing but a Storage Pouch?
How confident are they in their own strength… Hua Jian, who’d also only brought a Storage Pouch, let out a puzzled noise.
Still, no matter how small, a mosquito’s leg is still meat. She certainly didn’t mind taking the last bit of valuables from this cultivator.