Chapter 357: Is She Trying to Win His Favor by Recalling Her Past Experiences?
“What does that mean? Are there a bunch of Hundred Faced Saintesses? Or perhaps…” Bai Feng pondered for a few seconds.
No, it was also possible that the demon woman was deliberately confusing him. That juvenile version of the demon woman did seem a bit problematic.
Could it be that the demon woman thought he was a loli enthusiast, so she created a childhood version of herself to befuddle him?
“Holy Son, when will we go home?”
The childhood version of the Hundred Faced Saintess raised her head, eyes brimming with anticipation.
Bai Feng looked down at her and softly said, “Sorry about that.”
The Hundred Faced Saintess tilted her head, and in the next second, his eyes flashed black and white, and the saintess before him gradually lost her sparkle.
“Tell me, where is the real body of the demon woman?”
“In…”
The Hundred Faced Saintess opened her mouth, but suddenly her body turned to dust and scattered away.
Bai Feng watched the dispersing powder, sighed inwardly, but wasn’t overly surprised.
However, in the next moment, the powder reassembled into a new Hundred Faced Saintess, and the surrounding scenery changed again.
This time, they seemed to be in a room, though the doors and windows were closed. The grown-up version of the saintess sat at a table with a guqin (ancient zither), playing a melodious tune.
“Holy Son, is it nice?”
She turned her head slightly, a faint makeup on her face, with red eye shadow that added a touch of charm.
“Um…” Bai Feng stroked his chin, vaguely guessing something. Then he looked at the saintess, black and white flickering in his eyes again. “Tell me the location of the demon woman’s true body.”
“Alright…”
The saintess’s eyes dulled, and she turned back into dust once more. The scene changed again.
This time, he was in an open space scattered with corpses. A huge beast-like demon was ripping apart a human’s body ahead, while beside it, a girl was sitting collapsed.
She turned to look at Bai Feng, tears in her voice: “Holy Son, save me!”
Bai Feng remained unmoved: “Tell me where the demon woman’s true body is.”
……
In a cave no one could find.
A woman tending her wounds frowned slightly, then relaxed her brow and a faint smile appeared: “As expected of the Holy Son I like — this trick really doesn’t work.”
“Hmm… maybe I should just go with this for now.”
She pulled out a tattered cloth doll, a hint of nostalgia flashing in her eyes.
Then she took out a black bead, slipping it into the doll.
As she infused her spiritual power into it, the doll began to change gently.
“Still not enough.”
Muttering to herself, she drew her sword and cut her wrist, bl**d splattering onto the doll, which was slowly absorbing it. Then she chopped off a little finger and merged it with the doll.
Gradually, the doll grew larger until it resembled a girl with about eighty to ninety percent similarity — indistinguishable from real life.
Even she couldn’t help but sigh: “The things from an immortal are truly magical.”
Then she closed her eyes, and a phantom nearly the size of a girl emerged from behind her, entering the doll’s body.
“Hmm, looks good,” she said, smiling as she looked at the breathing girl.
This was a legacy she obtained in an immortal’s secret realm, perfectly matching her cultivation technique and mental state.
“I should move to a new secret realm too, or my cultivation will be caught up by the Holy Son.”
After all, the Holy Son’s killing intent towards her was heavy — she sure didn’t want to get caught by him one day.
Having finished, the woman gently lifted the girl into her arms and disappeared into the cave.
Meanwhile,
Bai Feng also stopped asking. He stared at the dispersing powder in the air, his suspicions becoming more certain — these reappearing powders weren’t created using some special technique. Each one was a clone of the Hundred Faced Saintess. No, “clone” wasn’t quite right.
They were more like true copies, just different stages of the Hundred Faced Saintess. How did she manage that?
Suddenly, the powder in the air shifted slightly. It transformed again into the Hundred Faced Saintess, but this time, many of her appeared.
They formed a circle around him—some tall and slender, others like the juvenile version, each glaring at him menacingly:
“You’re really rude, can’t you be a little gentler?”
“But I like your rough personality; you can be even more brutal~”
“Holy Son, when will you come home with me?”
Bai Feng’s expression was blank. He snapped his fingers, and immediately, the eyes of the myriad saintesses in front of him glazed over and their mouths closed.
But among them, one suddenly snapped back from her daze and looked into Bai Feng’s eyes with a smile, saying: “Holy Son, we’ll see each other again.”
Before she finished speaking, she and the other saintesses dissolved in an instant, only her voice lingering in his ears, while the environment around began to collapse.
Back in the real world:
“Tsk, they ran so fast.” Bai Feng shook his head regretfully. If the demon woman had moved a bit slower, he might have caught that peculiar one. Even if she wasn’t the demon woman herself, she had to be a very special clone.
He looked toward the lifeless corpse, feeling surprisingly unfazed.
As for the demon woman’s true purpose…
He couldn’t figure it out for the moment. Was she trying to gain his favor by sharing her past experiences, thereby weakening his killing intent against her?
But he had broken the usual routine, directly overpowering and controlling her clone without bothering to investigate her past. Naturally, he didn’t know what she was really up to.
‘Does this mean her cultivation is no longer much higher than mine, or perhaps even below?’ Bai Feng mused, lowering his head. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have chosen to go with her heart. She’d likely come back after capturing him, just like before.
But too bad he didn’t get any intel on her whereabouts. Meeting her again — who knew when that’d be?
“Brother, is the demon woman dead?”
At that moment, Bai Yu Mo approached, looking at the corpse and asking.
“Just this clone is dead,” Bai Feng shook his head. “Unfortunately, I didn’t manage to find out her real body’s location.”
“This demon woman is indeed cunning,” Bai Yu Mo muttered. But she was no longer as angry and worried as before. After all, her relationship with Bai Feng was no longer something a demon woman clone could just stir up. Plus, the fact that it was only a clone showed she wasn’t their match, and Bai Feng had means to recognize her true identity.
“Oh right, has Tian Yan woken up?” Bai Feng suddenly remembered. He turned to the sitting Tian Yan on a stump, nibbling on a piece of cake, then took out another piece and approached. “Can you help me detect the position of the Hundred Faced Saintess?”
Though he doubted the demon woman’s cunning level would make it easy, he still wanted to give it a try.
