boyutpedia Chapter 3 Descending the Mountain to Capture Blood Slaves
Chapter 3 Descending the Mountain to Capture Blood Slaves
Su Yingxue took a step back in alarm and bumped into the side of the basin.
The copper wall emitted a muffled thud.
"What...what do you want to do?"
Li Tianran hadn't even had a chance to speak.
A woman's voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"Blood Slave! Has the Spirit Field been watered today?"
It's Zhao Ling.
Master Han's second disciple.
The sound came from outside the door, tinged with impatience.
Li Tianran froze.
In the basin, Su Yingxue suddenly looked up.
You have to open your mouth and shout.
Li Tianran's hands were faster than hers.
He pressed down with one finger, the pad of which pinned her to the bottom of the basin.
Su Yingxue's shouts were muffled by the basin.
Her mouth was moving, but no sound came out.
She struggled desperately, trying to push Li Tianran's fingers away, but to no avail.
"Hmm?" Zhao Ling's voice came closer, tinged with doubt.
The footsteps stopped outside the door.
Li Tianran could hear his own heartbeat, thump-thump-thump, like someone drumming on his chest.
He stuffed the basin into the quilt and pulled the quilt over it, not caring whether the water would stain the bedding.
He stood up and stood in front of the bed, feeling panicked.
At that moment, the door was pushed open.
Zhao Ling stood outside the threshold, dressed in black with a short sword at her waist.
As dawn broke, all that could be seen was her tall, slender figure, which stood at 1.8 meters.
Zhao Ling glanced around the room.
His gaze moved from the water vat in the corner to the broken shoes on the floor, then to the quilt on the bed, and finally landed on Li Tianran's face.
"Have you seen Senior Sister Su?"
Li Tianran shook his head.
"Reporting to Senior Sister Zhao, I didn't see him."
Zhao Ling stared at him for a few seconds.
What happened to your face?
Zhao Ling took a step forward.
Her boots made a soft sound as they stepped on the muddy floor of the woodshed.
Su Yingxue was still struggling in the basin in the quilt.
Zhao Ling narrowed her eyes, keenly sensing the abnormality.
"What are you hiding under your blanket?"
Zhao Ling took another step forward.
She was very tall; Li Tianran only reached her chest.
He wore a black robe with a cinched waist, accentuating his narrow figure. A short sword hung from his hip bone, its scabbard tapping against his thigh repeatedly.
Even without using magic, Zhao Ling's long, strong legs could crush him.
She looked down at Li Tianran.
Li Tianran lowered his head, staring at the tips of her boots.
The boots were also black, with dried mud on the soles.
The overwhelming sense of oppression and his imposing figure made his throat dry and his legs weak.
What's hidden under the blanket?
The sound wasn't loud, but it was very low, like a stone pressing on the chest.
Li Tianran's hand rested on the edge of the quilt, and he could feel the basin vibrating gently in his palm.
Su Yingxue was still struggling.
He took a deep breath and looked up.
"Senior Sister Zhao, I lost control of my bladder last night and the blanket is wet. I'm afraid no one will see."
Zhao Ling was stunned for a moment.
She glanced around and saw the wet bedding.
She stared at Li Tianran's face again.
His face was bluish-black, with horns on his forehead, messy white hair, and red eyes.
She does indeed look like a blood slave who could lose control of her bladder at any moment.
Zhao Ling frowned and took a half-step back in disdain.
Li Tianran lowered his head, hunched his shoulders, and looked extremely fearful.
Zhao Ling didn't look at him again, turned around and walked to the door, then stopped.
"You really haven't seen Senior Sister Su?"
"Reporting to Senior Sister Zhao, Senior Sister Su took my Blood Spirit Grass yesterday and left."
Zhao Ling remained silent for a moment.
"That's just her style."
Li Tianran remained silent.
Zhao Ling walked out of the woodshed and stood on the threshold.
The morning light shone in from behind her, bathing her in a grayish-white glow.
She turned around and looked down at Li Tianran again.
"You're tough as nails."
Li Tianran raised his head.
"It's been three years. Of the blood slaves from your batch, some are dead, some are buried. Only you are still alive."
Li Tianran did not respond.
"Master said that although your blood is not pure, there is a lot of it. Keeping you is more cost-effective than raising three blood slaves."
She paused.
"The spiritual field cannot be without blood transfusions."
Li Tianran lowered his head.
"Yes, Senior Sister Zhao."
Zhao Ling's slender fingers gently tapped the knife at her waist.
"Master will return in ten days to gather spirit herbs. The Blood Spirit Herb must be well cared for in the next few days."
She looked at Li Tianran and asked in a cold voice.
"Is your blood enough?"
"Reporting to Senior Sister Zhao, this humble servant..."
"That's definitely not enough."
Zhao Ling interrupted him: "Master has already given the order to find another batch of blood slaves."
Li Tianran's heart tightened.
"Living people can't fit into the storage bag, so I need someone to help me bring the blood slaves up the mountain."
Zhao Ling said, "Since Senior Sister Su isn't here, come down the mountain with me."
Li Tianran was stunned.
"Go down the mountain?"
Li Tianran's heart suddenly started racing.
Downhill.
Leave here.
He has been here for three years and has never come down the mountain.
No one has ever allowed him to leave the spirit field, nor does he dare to.
Now, Zhao Ling says, let him go down the mountain.
His fingers clenched tightly inside his sleeve.
"Don't you want to go?" Zhao Ling raised an eyebrow.
"This humble servant...this humble servant dares not, I will obey all your orders, Senior Sister."
Li Tianran lowered his head, his voice trembling.
Trembling with excitement.
Going down the mountain meant he had a chance to escape this deadly place.
"Let's go now."
Li Tianran stood in the woodshed, his mind blank.
Now?!
The basin was still inside the quilt, and Su Yingxue was still inside the basin.
He wanted to take the basin with him, but Zhao Ling was right at the door and could spot him at a glance.
You can't bring it!
Zhao Ling urged from the doorway, "What are you dawdling about?"
"Yes, Senior Sister Zhao."
He lowered his head and walked out of the woodshed.
Zhao Ling stood outside the door, the morning light shining on half of her face.
She didn't look at Li Tianran again, and turned to leave.
Li Tianran followed behind, keeping his head down the whole time.
He dared not look at her back, dared not look at her waist, dared not look at her legs.
No matter how beautiful it is, watching it will kill you.
The two walked through the spirit field, one after the other.
As you exit the mountain gate, the mountain path extends downwards.
Li Tianran hadn't walked this path for three years, and his feet felt unsteady on the stone slabs.
Zhao Ling walked ahead, taking long strides, her boots making a thud on the stone slabs.
Li Tianran followed behind, his mind conflicted.
Should we try to escape after descending the mountain?
But the copper basin is still on the mountain, and we can't let go of this chance to defy fate.
Besides, he didn't have the ability to run away.
We need to consider this carefully.
Li Tianran was lost in thought and didn't pay attention to what was in front of him.
Zhao Ling suddenly stopped in his tracks, and he almost bumped into him.
"Are you walking so slowly because you want me to carry you?"
"I wouldn't dare."
Zhao Ling didn't turn around and kept walking.
The mountain road narrowed as we walked, and the outline of the town became clearer and clearer.
Smoke rose from the rooftops, wisps of it rising in.
Half an hour later.
The two turned a corner and stopped halfway up the mountain, overlooking the town.
Zhao Ling stopped and looked back at him.
"Blood slaves can be bought or captured."
"There is a cultivator from the Heavenly Sword Sect stationed in this town."
"I'll lure away the Heavenly Sword Sect cultivators, and you'll be responsible for capturing the blood slaves."
"We need five men and five women, all with vigorous blood and energy, and under twenty years old."
"Is there a problem?"