Desolation hides the scented grass, mountain winds lie in wait to kill, urging bones to chill.
It must be said, Zhang Fan lived for half of his life and had never seen a woman like He Huan, filled with desire and slaughter, overturning madness and indulgence.
People have a thousand faces, ordinary people in their lifetime might only see two or three of their own.
But cultivators are different; they suppress consciousness and seek understanding of the primordial spirit, making it easier to see that hidden aspect.
That is the world's yin extreme, infinitely magnified amidst the restless consciousness.
Senior Brother Po Jie once said, in a lifetime, the people you meet are actually just yourself...
"The you in others' eyes is not you, the you in your eyes is not you either, the others in your eyes are you..."
"Everything is merely a projection of the heart..."
Zhang Fan looked at He Huan and couldn't help but shake his head.
He didn't think he had such a perverted side.
"Brother, what are you thinking? Are you thinking about how to die more comfortably? Or more pleasantly?"
He Huan chuckled, as if in her eyes, Zhang Fan was already a dead man, a toy of hers, a collection piece.
"You've gone mad in your cultivation!"
Zhang Fan looked at He Huan's trembling body with excitement and couldn't help but speak.
"Isn't killing to cultivate the most normal thing!"
"For us cultivators, with great power, killing someone is like slaughtering chickens or sheep."
"Besides, your Daoist Sect calls us who practice with possession the evil bones. If we are indeed evil bones, what's wrong with this?" He Huan sneered.
The Daoist Family believes that anyone who accepts Immortal Family possession is an evil outsider, and those with a physical constitution that can endure possession are called evil bones.
He Huan most resented and disdained such labels.
In Yujing City, many hidden hermit cultivators were slain by her, both for pleasure and because these "stock animals" best suited the Immortal Family's taste, allowing her to enhance her cultivation.
"Do you think calling you evil outsiders is unjust?"
Zhang Fan's gaze was slightly focused, looking at the small path behind He Huan.
"Trying to escape?" He Huan's eyes showed a mocking look when she saw Zhang Fan's gaze.
"You could try begging me, maybe I'll be merciful," He Huan chuckled.
"The Ancestral Master said..." Zhang Fan shook his head.
"Enduring a moment destroys my cultivation; retreating a step ruins my Dao Heart!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Fan's figure suddenly flashed like a roaring gale, appearing right in front of He Huan in the blink of an eye.
"I underestimated you!"
He Huan's flower-like face changed color, feeling an immense pressure coming straight at her, making her breathing rapid, almost halted. Looking up, Zhang Fan was already in front of her like a shadow closing in.
Whoosh...
At that moment, He Huan slightly opened her vermilion lips and blew out a puff of thick smoke, swirling towards Zhang Fan's face.
In an instant, Zhang Fan's body wavered, and he felt dizzy.
Those practicing with possession, who worship the Immortal Family for years, inevitably develop anomalies in their bodies, like just now, with nails as sharp as knives, or now exhaling smoke.
Buzz...
Suddenly, the True Yang within Zhang Fan surged, like raging waves, instantly waking him up; he punched out directly towards the chest.
"Such domineering True Yang!" He Huan's face changed again.
She did not expect her Fox Miasma couldn't even make Zhang Fan pause for a moment.
Boom...
In the blink of an eye, He Huan crossed her arms, blocking in front of her chest. With a dull thud, she flew out like a kite with a broken string, leaving a faint trace of blood in the air.
Whoosh...
Suddenly, He Huan's twin ponytails burst apart, her long hair spread out, lightly swaying like a tail in the air, gently drifting as it cushioned her body to the ground.
"Alright, I really underestimated you, that a small company like Night is not bright actually hides someone like you," He Huan wiped the blood off her mouth, her eyes showing a trace of viciousness.
"Am I considered an expert just because of this?" Zhang Fan said with an odd expression, "Do you have some misunderstanding about Night is not bright?"
"Bai Buran, a Daoist from the wild path, relied on some so-called connections to gain a foothold in Yujing City, with only a handful of subordinates." He Huan sneered, "Did you think I would act recklessly without understanding your true strength, causing wanton slaughter like a fool?"
"..."
"You can die now!"
He Huan stared intensely at Zhang Fan, gritting her silver teeth, sitting cross-legged on the spot; she formed seals with her hands, chanting endlessly as her pupils rolled back, entering a state of madness, showing white eyes.
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At this moment, a strange sound came from a hole hidden in the weeds behind He Huan, with many chicken bones at the entrance...
"This is..."
"This is the fox mouth... Does a fox sing well?" He Huan's demeanor grew even more frenzied, blood flowing from the corner of her eyes as the frequency of the strange sound became even more peculiar.
Zhang Fan's mind buzzed; he felt as though his head was splitting, with the scene before him turning blurry.
"Men should all die... this is where I worship the Immortal Family... Can you live?" He Huan looked at the tottering Zhang Fan with a touch of satisfaction in her eyes.
At seven, she watched with open eyes as her father offered her mother to the worshiped Immortal Family.
At fifteen, her father even used her for cultivation...
Since then, she believed all men should die; only when seeing them perish under her torment could she mitigate that overwhelming emotion when consciousness surged.
Buzz...
At this moment, the weeds on the ground crazily grew, turning a crimson color like fox fur, wrapping towards Zhang Fan.
"This fox fur is indeed very comfortable." He Huan seemed to be reaching a peak; the pleasure was indescribable as she watched Zhang Fan being enveloped and devoured by the fur-like weeds.
"Going to die!"
The prey's state right before death intoxicated He Huan the most. Only such scenes could bring her heart a short-lived peace and joy.
"Delusion."
Amidst the world's 80,000 characters, the character 'want' is the most Xuanmiao, interlocking above and below the heart, every outside appearance arising from the mind, what people think up themselves.
Yet, for the many beings, such illusions pull people in, unable to extricate themselves, giving rise to all thoughts, nurturing emotions, forming behaviors, continuously strengthening consciousness, suppressing the primordial spirit, and depleting essence qi until form and spirit wither.
Just like a couple of years ago, Zhang Fan and Li Yishan went to Dian Nan, where the latter accidentally ate fungi, hallucinated, and suffered toxin damage, but was unaware and indulged in his illusions, refusing treatment.
Everyone knows the principles, but practicing them is difficult; this is the meaning of cultivation, using illusions to cultivate true nature.
At this moment, He Huan seemed to see the future, one where Zhang Fan was decapitated.
"Fierce Kill Evil Sect, Fortune Arrives Prosperity Exists!"
"Nine-headed Divine Lion, Slay Evil, Break Souls!"
Suddenly, a terrifying wave emanated from the tightly wrapped weeds, starting low like a song, then turning into a lion's roar, shaking all directions, shredding eardrums.
"This is..."
"Daoist Seal, Nine-headed Divine Lion!!"
At this moment, He Huan's pretty face lightly twitched, showing a strange expression.