Chapter 28 - Your Favor, No, This is Your Favor
Su Huanhuan changed into a new set of clothes and returned.
Just now, she had gone to take a bath; at this moment, her body was full of the steamy, dripping fragrance of soap.
Her already slender and graceful figure, paired with her languid and alluring posture and the bursts of demonic qi unconsciously emanating from her body, made Luo He feel as if she were the personification of that Black Lotus.
"Hoo..."
Su Huanhuan sat before Luo He with her legs crossed, without any inhibitions, and wriggled her body a bit.
She stared at her own fingertip... Shuu, a magnificent purple-black flower imprint descended.
Apart from Luo He and herself, no one knew how important this Demonic Seed was to her.
She, Su Huanhuan, was originally a person of mediocre aptitude; otherwise, why would she have needed to resort to the demonic path and demonic arts to step onto this cultivation path piled high with white bones?
True Disciple of the Remnant Moon Sect—this title, which was completely not worth mentioning compared to Luo Hongyu and Gu Jing, was something she had spent an unknown amount of painstaking effort to obtain.
During this period, she tried every means to use external forces to enhance her own strength, develop and cultivate her own connections and confidants...
Only now could she barely manage to stand on the same stage as these prodigies who had been far ahead from the starting line.
Su Huanhuan refused to admit defeat, nor could she afford to lose.
Although her current cultivation level on paper was not inferior to others, she herself knew clearly that the further she went, the more difficult it would become for her; this was a fundamental weakness she had always found difficult to resolve.
But now... she had this Demonic Seed.
It helped her solve many, many problems that had made her incomparably anxious and unable to sleep for a long time.
Her future cultivation, until she reached the level of the Old Demonic Lord from back then, would be unimpeded.
Its significance was so great that for a moment, it made her feel somewhat unreal.
Withdrawing the flower imprint in her hand, Su Huanhuan propped herself up on her forearm and for the first time, looked at the quietly sitting Luo He with such pure eyes.
"Stupid fox."
"?"
"You should know, right, how useful this thing is to me? And you just plan to use it to repay me one favor?"
"Perhaps if you had made some more excessive demands, I might have agreed to them all, because it really is very important to me."
"......"
Luo He handed over a piece of paper.
"—It's good as long as it benefits you. Keeping it with me would be a complete waste."
"...Is that so?"
Su Huanhuan folded the paper and put it away carefully; she looked at him again.
"Do you know, stupid fox, I previously thought we were very similar. But now, I feel we're not that similar after all."
They both had a heart that had struggled out from darkness. Su Huanhuan's heart was very cold.
But Luo He's didn't seem to be like that. Su Huanhuan felt this was quite foolish; if it were her who had received such a great favor from Luo He, she would definitely have hurried to coax him into becoming her subordinate.
Su Huanhuan hated foolish people.
The corners of her mouth curved slightly. Tilting her head, she admired Luo He's clear and bright eyes.
"This was your own choice. This Demonic Seed repays one favor to me; in the future, don't you dare say I'm ungrateful."
Luo He nodded his head.
"No regrets?"
No regrets.
There's nothing to regret either.
"Good."
Su Huanhuan stood up from the rocking chair, floated in the air, and reclined ethereally beside Luo He, talking and laughing merrily.
"The favor from the Black Copper Gate—although you didn't accept it, I repaid it with the method I used to help you break free from the Sha She Art. Do you acknowledge that?"
Acknowledge.
"Then, the Remnant Moon heart method is one favor, and helping you hide this time is another favor. You've repaid one. So now, you still owe me one favor. Do you acknowledge that?"
Luo He's eyes smiled quite amusingly.
Acknowledge.
"In that case, you still owe this young lady one favor. Aiya, to owe this young lady a favor and still live for so long, you really are the first."
Su Huanhuan smiled very happily, but her eyes and brows were still icy; it was impossible to tell if her happiness was real or fake.
"Since there's still a favor yet to be repaid, you can't just go and die casually, understand? Otherwise, I'll have suffered a loss because of you."
"Those who make me suffer a loss, not a single one has had it easy."
Okay.
"...Damn mute."
Being stared at directly by Luo He, for some reason, Su Huanhuan suddenly turned her head away and cursed under her breath.
"Alright, let's talk about serious matters. That Huoxin's origin is very mysterious. Even if it's related to my Remnant Moon Sect, I also had to use many connections to find out even a little bit of information."
"The only thing that can be confirmed is, this Huoxin probably owed our sect an extraordinary Heavenly Dao Oath back then, which is why she is now involved in that mess concerning Luo Hongyu..."
"That is to say, as long as the Heavenly Dao judges that she has fulfilled the oath, regardless of Luo Hongyu's outcome, she will no longer interfere."
"As for the remaining details, I can't find out any more. You'll have to weigh things up yourself."
Su Huanhuan poured herself a cup of tea, speaking as she drank.
She herself wouldn't mind if Luo Hongyu ended up perishing completely; it's just that if she dies, this damn mute won't live either.
Alas, so troublesome.
Luo He quietly pondered for a moment, then nodded his head, stood up, and walked towards the door.
"Leaving?"
Mm.
"...Remember, you owe me a favor."
Mm.
It's just that...
it will take fate to be able to repay it.
Su Huanhuan had said that no one who made her suffer a loss would have it easy.
It seemed this statement was true.
Luo He's figure disappeared into the teahouse. Su Huanhuan looked at the half-cup of clear tea still in her hand and suddenly found it dull and tasteless.
Truly strange...
Clearly, she had now obtained an enormous benefit, yet for some reason, she didn't seem to feel very happy.
Replacing it was a faint, indistinct feeling of unease.
...
"An explanation?"
The second day, in the small courtyard of the Tianchen Sword Sect.
Cultivators from Shangxuan Palace were blocking the doorway. Gu Jing stood before the door, holding her sword, coldly watching this group of people.
Luo Hongyu walked out from the rear, looked at them, and frowned slightly.
"What explanation do you want?"
"What explanation? First, my Young Master Xiao Yang died a tragic and unexplained death on the stage, then that same night, Ghost Sword Young Master Shen Huai also died under your sword qi!"
"Even if you are the Tianchen Young Master, can you act so wantonly and recklessly, and not treat other people's lives as lives?!"
The leader among this group of cultivators was filled with indignation and anger; the group of people behind him also joined in the uproar.
"The rights and wrongs, I can't be bothered to discuss them with you. Just wait for Pavilion Master Lan Yu's explanation. Step aside, I have matters to attend to."
"The Star Moon Pavilion is clearly in cahoots with you!"
"I'll say it one more time... step aside."
Luo Hongyu had always had little patience. Now, not knowing Luo He's specific situation, she had even less patience.
Xiao Yang dying is death, Shen Huai dying is death; if a few more die, what difference does it make...
"......"
No, that's not right, my thoughts just now...
The Lu Lan Sword in Luo Hongyu's hand flashed with radiance, making her feel somewhat dazed.
How could I... have such killing intent?
"Young Master, something's not right..."
Suddenly, Gu Jing's eyes sharpened, and she became fully alert.
She quickly scanned. She discovered that at the end of this group of people's line, a person was clutching their chest and slowly squatting down; the spiritual energy and life force in his body seemed to be rapidly drained away by something.
And accompanying it came a wave of unusual binding sensation...
"!”
Gu Jing acted decisively without hesitation; she immediately pulled back and darted out, piercing that person's body through with one sword strike. But what flowed from the wound was not blood, but wisps of incomparably ice-cold chilly air.
This was sacrificing flesh and blood... to form a formation!
"Young Master!"
Seeing Gu Jing react, that group of people, who were previously incomparably agitated, immediately became incomparably indifferent.
Their auras began to wither; the chilly air gushing out from their bodies tangled together, slowly forming an eye of a formation.
And those people were left as nothing but empty skins.
Luo Hongyu immediately killed a few who hadn't yet had time to transform into husks, but it was already too late.
The great formation was already set.
Heeheehee...
A wave of giggling laughter, as if coming from the Netherworld, sounded; from within those people's empty skins, one after another, female ghosts in palace attire slowly walked out.
Their ice-cold eyes looked at Gu Jing and Luo Hongyu; they remained unmoved, letting their swords slash their bodies.
They stood together according to some pattern; afterwards, they began to chant a passage of incomparably yin-cold and obscure text...
If Luo He were here, he would be able to understand one word among them:
Rakshasa Netherworld.
The prison for evil ghosts that could not be ferried to salvation, a void space where countless ghosts endlessly slaughtered each other.