Chapter 502: The Crazy Girl

Chapter 502: The Crazy Girl

There’s an old saying that goes, “Teach the disciple, and the master will starve.”

But in Lin Nuo’s case, it’s more like he taught his disciple to spice him to death.

Though he himself isn’t against spicy food, this is just too intense.

It’s unbearable!

However, kisses and playful distractions do help lessen the heat; each kiss builds from a mild sweetness to a fiery kick.

A lengthy kiss can kill you, yet in this situation, it surprisingly eases things a bit.

The Bewitching Aroma Paralysis Needle wasn’t effective; Ling Meng saw through every trick and countered each one. But Lin Nuo wouldn’t yield easily. After all, a disciple is still a disciple, and the master has to be superior.

Though he didn’t want to go to extremes, this girl was proving rather troublesome, so he needed to pull out some serious moves—brutal or not.

In the path of demonic arts, there are techniques related to mental manipulation, which typically require a robust mentality and psychological strength for mastery.

Lin Nuo generally avoided using these techniques—it was costly, and he preferred low-consumption tactics.

He simply didn’t have enough reserves; if he drained his power and Demon Soul Power, he’d become nothing but prey for others.

Right now, Ling Meng was radiating Demon Soul Power, with dark demonic energy swirling around them. Lin Nuo could definitely take advantage of this environment to execute his techniques.

Alright, let me show you the strength of your master.

Lin Nuo focused his power, channeling his Demon Soul Power, releasing a wave of potent Demon Qi that intertwined with Ling Meng’s.

Concentration, spirit—crush the opponent’s will spiritually.

In this technique, it’s all about the battle of wills; they would manifest in a virtual realm, where the one with the stronger mental resolve would possess greater combat power.

Clearly, Ling Meng’s will could never surpass his own—no matter her innate talent, he was the absolute king in mental prowess.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have decimated foes in his dreams and casually taken down elders from the Xuanyun Sect.

To employ this technique, he had to strike down Ling Meng in the illusion; she’d likely be a bit mentally affected from that.

But he wasn’t worried; she was so reckless, she deserved some punishment.

In an instant, images filled Ling Meng’s mind; beneath a darkened sky, towering peaks surrounded her, and before her stood a man in a black battle robe, his sharp eyes glowing blood-red.

In his right hand was a dark dragon-patterned Demon Sword, pulsating with powerful Demon Qi.

As for Ling Meng, there didn’t seem to be much change in her appearance or power level.

Typically, an ordinary person would tremble and feel fear facing Lin Nuo’s domineering aura, completely stripped of fighting spirit—next, they’d fall prey to him, their psyche shattered.

Lin Nuo swung the dark dragon-patterned Demon Sword toward the approaching Ling Meng, eagerly awaiting her fear-stricken expression.

However, things took an unexpected turn.

Upon seeing Lin Nuo’s fearsome visage, Ling Meng first froze, then her eyes lit up, brimming with excitement.

“Demon Ruler?! It’s the Demon Ruler!”

Seeing this mighty image of the Demon Ruler sent her into a frenzy, it was as if the Demon Ruler could destroy the world with a mere gesture, and the Demon Sword in hand radiated a dominating aura.

“Demon Ruler! Demon Ruler! I’m coming!”

As she shouted, Ling Meng spread her arms wide, charging toward Lin Nuo.

Lin Nuo was taken aback; this was surprising! Ling Meng’s will had reached such a level that she was undeterred by his chilling, formidable appearance.

Impressive! This training is yielding results.

But still, you remain a weakling before your master.

Lin Nuo brought down the dark Demon Sword with a gust of dark sword wind aimed at the rushing Ling Meng.

In an instant, that fierce sword energy knocked Ling Meng back, sending her crashing to the ground.

That should be enough.

Lin Nuo thought to himself that after this sword strike, Ling Meng would surely stay down.

Yet, to his astonishment, Ling Meng, as if invincible, quickly stood up again, seemingly unscathed.

Her eyes continued to shine bright as she shouted:

“Demon Ruler! Demon Ruler!”

Like a lovesick fan, she showed no fear of Lin Nuo; if anything, she seemed exceedingly fond of him.

This left Lin Nuo speechless—he had vanquished countless foes using this very technique. Even if he had been reborn, with diminished powers, in the illusory realm, he was invincible.

But this Ling Meng was simply beyond comprehension.

Whatever, another strike it is!

Lin Nuo maintained his cold demeanor, mercilessly launching yet another wave of sword energy, sweeping forward like a tempest.

Ling Meng was again knocked down, but she didn’t stop; undeterred, she continued to rush at Lin Nuo, chanting “Demon Ruler” all the while.

What is this…

Is she the main character from a deity-level drama? You can’t take her down?

Lin Nuo naturally wouldn’t let her get close. To minimize the psychological damage to Ling Meng, he used this sword wave, avoiding anything more powerful like the Dragon Soul or Demon Eruption techniques to spare her.

Normally, if he took her down, her spirit would weaken, shaking her resolve—he’d escape from her grasp.

Yet, Ling Meng’s excitement grew, her voice yelling “Demon Ruler” ringing louder, filled with fervor and madness.

How did attacking her spirit only serve to energize her?

Strike—keep striking.

Another wave of sword energy came crashing down, accompanied by a fierce gust, toppling Ling Meng once more, yet she remained unyielding, still barreling toward him.

“Demon Ruler, please cherish me! Cherish me!”

More frantic shouts erupted, as she charged forward fearlessly, leaving Lin Nuo dumbfounded. If this crazy girl catches him, who knows what will happen!

At this rate, he might become the one to retreat into seclusion.

This can’t be!

Forced into a corner, he had no choice but to unleash a fierce move—the Dragon Soul surged alongside the sword, lunging at Ling Meng.

Boom!

With a resounding bang, Ling Meng was knocked down again.

But it seemed she was gearing up to rise once more.

Lin Nuo stood there, bewildered—was she made of steel? What about his dignity?

Sure, she could stand again, but the Dragon Soul’s force shook her spirit.

Now!

Lin Nuo exited the illusion, returning to reality, as Ling Meng’s mind slightly wavered. Seizing this chance, he quickly distanced himself from her.

Phew, that was close.

Lin Nuo pulled back, creating some space between them.

“Master, Master…? Where’s Master?”

Ling Meng snapped back to reality, realizing Lin Nuo had moved away.

“Master, why are you so far away? Come back!”

Lin Nuo shook his head. After finally breaking free, why on earth would he return?

But Ling Meng was simply astonishing. Despite the Dragon Soul he released in the illusion, it only shook her spirit slightly; she didn’t fall into a state of depression or gloom.

What a terrifying genius!

At that moment, a black spirit bird flew down from the sky, and Ling Meng immediately became alert.

“Master, that spirit bird is not normal.”

Ling Meng unleashed a wave of demonic energy towards the bird in the sky.

Though it didn’t match Lin Nuo’s apocalyptic might, it was still formidable, striking a solid blow.

The black spirit bird fell, and Ling Meng summoned her magic hand to catch it.

At this point, Lin Nuo realized it was a spirit bird sent by Mu Yiting.

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