### Chapter 2: The Useless Demoness (9)
At this moment, the empathetic Lin Nan finally understood the origins of the phrase “deep palace resentful woman.”
In the past, she thought these were just exaggerated portrayals by literary types, but at this instant, she was enlightened to how awful it felt.
d*mn it! When a woman’s body is on fire from teasing, and just when she’s about to go deeper, the man suddenly drops the ball—who could possibly be happy about that?
It’s like a goalie charging out, missing the save, leaving the goal wide open, only for the player in front of the empty net to balloon the shot over—fans wanting to strangle him from anger and disappointment.
Anyway, Lin Nan was staring blankly at the Little Recipient Shiyuan, who was snoozing peacefully beneath her, plotting how she might string him up to make him experience the agony of being caught in limbo.
Ding! Shiyuan’s conquest progress has reached 5%.
Your Luck Value has increased by 100. Luck Level: 2, maximum level 10.
PS: Luck Value is linked to various other stats. Sometimes luck is a special ability—irreplaceable and uncopyable.
Thank goodness the system alert popped up in time; otherwise, Lin Nan’s hands would have already grabbed Little Recipient’s neck, preparing for some old-fashioned bl**d debt.
“Phew… I didn’t expect my Luck Value to really go up…”
Lin Nan reluctantly let go of her grip, watching as the Little Recipient happily rolled over and even smacked his lips, making it so hard for her to resist reaching for those sinful hands again.
At that very moment, even with her poor skill level, she could faintly hear light footsteps coming from above.
Could it be a wedding crasher?
No way! With Trissa guarding the door, who would dare be so reckless?
So, there was only one answer.
Enemies!
But tonight was her wedding night—aside from the few guards left, everyone else was completely sloshed and out cold.
Choosing such a perfect moment to infiltrate the Mountain Stronghold, if a horde of enemies started a massacre, the whole place would be in jeopardy.
Therefore, she absolutely could not make a sound and alert the intruders on the roof.
She needed to determine their identity and motives first; if she could pry more information from their mouths, that would naturally be even better.
But… how long had this person been lurking up there?
Could it be…
Lin Nan’s once calm heart surged again, her cheeks burning like they were covered in fire, an egg could’ve been fried on them.
b*stard!
How dare they eavesdrop during her wedding night!!
This person deserved to d*e a thousand deaths!
Lin Nan quickly jumped out of bed, grabbing her precious sword, ready to take them head-on.
At this moment, she even forgot her initial plan of capturing a live target without alerting the others.
As the sharp sword was drawn, Lin Nan was resolved—today, it was either him dying or at least not letting him forget anything he’d heard before. She would not let this go easily.
Ding! Your Luck Level 2 has activated, and your Qinglu Swordsmanship automatically launched a critical strike.
Just as the notification appeared, Lin Nan was momentarily distracted,
And then, her sword suddenly transformed into a green dragon, soaring upwards.
The sharp blade effortlessly pierced through the roof, and Lin Nan felt like a dog owner being led around by a husky, terrified as her body followed the sword through the shattered rooftop, shooting straight into the clouds.
“Creak…”
Lin Nan distinctly felt the sword stab into someone’s body, but with the force behind it, her skill level couldn’t stop the momentum.
She watched in horror as the figure was sliced cleanly in two, bl**d gushing down like a waterfall,
But not a single drop landed on her.
When the sword finally reached its peak, turning from rising to declining, Lin Nan felt the hilt return to her hand.
As she fell from the high ground, she was surprised to find that on the roof, besides the corpse she had just severed, there were still five or six Black-Clad Masked Persons.
Even around her wedding chamber, illuminated by the moonlight, she spotted Trissa and a few eavesdropping busybodies cornered, blades pressed to their throats, completely motionless. The remaining thirty or so Black-Clad Masked Persons all fixated on Lin Nan as she descended, creating an eerily quiet atmosphere that was almost oppressive.
Further back, the drunken party was winding down, people sprawled on the ground or slumped over chairs, completely oblivious to the danger looming in the wedding chamber not far away.
cr*p! Her landing position was basically right in the enemy’s embrace, walking straight into a trap.
But given her current skill level, there was no way she could move.
b*stard! The system was still being its usual self; it clearly wouldn’t let her lounge around the Mountain Stronghold for two months and enjoy life peacefully!
In a situation like this, it was practically driving her toward a dead end!
Just when Lin Nan felt utterly hopeless, Ding! Ding! Ding…
Suddenly, a line of information popped up in her retina, leaving Lin Nan stunned.
bl**d Cloak Building’s Zhao Da’s Cold Value +231
bl**d Cloak Building’s Wang Ermazi’s Cold Value +233
bl**d Cloak Building’s Zhang San’s Cold Value +245
bl**d Cloak Building’s Li Si’s Cold Value +241
…
You have accumulated a total of 9823 Cold Value points. Would you like to upgrade your internal skill and swordsmanship now?
Upgrade? Of course!
Though she had no idea why the enemies were contributing Cold Value to her so harmoniously, adopting a “don’t pass it up” mindset, Lin Nan immediately agreed, fearing the system would find a glitch and take back the extra Cold Value.
Moon-Ascendance skill upgraded to Level 5, requires 5000 Cold Value points.
Qinglu Swordsmanship upgraded to Level 6, requires 4800 Cold Value points.
Do you confirm payment?
“Of course, upgrade me immediately!”
Ding! Your Cold Value has been deducted by 9800 points; remaining 23 points.
You are now an Outer Door Disciple of the Demon Sect at Level 20.
PS: Outer Door Disciples can be promoted to Inner Door Disciples upon reaching max level, which is level 100.
Lin Nan, “…”
d*mn! They deducted so many points; I thought I’d finally trade up to the big leagues, but it turns out I’m still just an Outer Door Disciple of no account.
Of course, all of this happened in the blink of an eye.
The moment her internal skill and swordsmanship upgraded, Lin Nan’s feet landed perfectly on the edge of the shattered roof hole, surrounded by five glaring Black-Clad Masked Persons, with another thirty-odd thugs holding hostages around the house.
There was no way she could show fear in front of the enemies.
Her years of combat experience told her that once she showed weakness, her glorious achievement of slicing that unlucky victim in half would instantly be erased in the enemies’ eyes.
Perhaps it was her sudden appearance that had startled the enemy, resulting in the generous contribution of nearly ten thousand Cold Value points.
She stood proudly amidst the many Black-Clad Masked Persons, her toes touching the ground without a speck of bl**d.
Meanwhile, the few Black-Clad Masked Persons beside her were splattered with bl**d from the corpse, looking utterly disheveled.
In contrast, Lin Nan resembled a cold, aloof alpine flower, standing proudly atop an icy mountain.
