A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World

Despite her weakened state and the obvious tremble in her legs, the killing intent radiating from her was unmistakable.

She was no longer the empty shell from before.

Her soul had mostly returned, bringing back her fierce, cold personality in full force.

”You really are a stupid man to actually heal me...” Purple Death said, her voice low and venomous.

”And I have to thank you for being such an idiot. So, as promised... I will cut that thing off you now.”

She took a small, unsteady step back, creating more distance between them as she glared at him.

”You think healing me gives you the right to do whatever you want?” she hissed. ”I’ll make sure you never touch another woman again!”

Even as she threatened him, another thick drop of Li Feng’s seed slowly dripped down her inner thigh... a lewd reminder of what had just happened.

The warm, viscous liquid trailed down her smooth skin before falling onto the wooden floor with a soft plop.

Li Feng simply sighed and calmly looked at the fierce woman standing before him.

His little brother was still twitching angrily, frustrated at the sudden interruption.

He gave his little brother a strange smile at its display of protest, then coughed softly and looked at Purple Death with a gentle smile.

”Still so fiery even after I just healed your soul,” he said softly. ”I can respect that... Purple Death.”

Purple Death’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

”...How do you know that name?”

She took another step back, her legs still shaky, but her posture was already shifting into a combat stance.

A new dagger of condensed spiritual energy formed in her hand, glowing with a cold purple light.

Li Feng simply sighed and calmly looked at the fierce woman before him.

He didn’t bother covering himself as he stood up from the bed.

”I saw it...” he said softly, his voice calm. ”While I was repairing your soul... I saw your memories. The village, the flames, the hatred... the day you became Purple Death.”

At his words, Purple Death’s grip on the spiritual dagger tightened until her knuckles turned white.

Her vertical slit pupils burned with a mix of rage, humiliation, and something deeper... a flicker of unease at having her most painful past seen by this man.

”...So since you know, then you should understand that I am not human,” she spoke coldly, her voice low and sharp like a blade.

”I am a half-breed. A filthy monster born from a demon’s seed and a human whore’s womb. The world has reminded me of that every single day since I was born.”

And then her lips suddenly curled into a cold smile as she finally ...understood the pity in his gaze earlier.

She let out a mocking laugh.

”Heh... so that’s it...”

Her eyes turned even colder.

”I learned long ago that mercy is a lie. Kindness is a weakness, and men like you... are the worst kind.”

Her gaze locked onto him. ”So don’t you dare look at me with that pitiful gaze. I don’t need your sympathy and I don’t need your disgusting sense of righteousness either.”

Killing intent flickered in her eyes.

”The only thing I need from you... is your head on the ground.”

The atmosphere turned deathly silent.

But then, Purple Death frowned as she saw that monstrous thing... stiffen even more.

”...”

”...”

Li Feng coughed awkwardly.

Purple Death’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the shamelessly throbbing erection pointing straight at her.

A vein bulged on her forehead.

”You...”

Then another vein appeared.

”You bastard!”

The killing intent exploded instantly.

”DID YOU EVEN LISTEN TO A SINGLE WORD I SAID!?”

Purple Death pointed at him with a shaking finger, her face alternating between rage and disbelief.

”Are your brains in your head or in that disgusting thing between your legs?! I’m threatening to kill you, to cut your head off, and your disgusting thing gets harder?! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Her voice cracked at the end as another thick drop of his seed slowly dripped down her inner thigh due to her sudden movement, landing on the floor with a soft, humiliating plop.

Li Feng couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.

His smile turned slightly sheepish as he scratched his head.

”Haha, sorry... It’s just that my little brother respects strong women a lot.”

Hearing that, Purple Death looked like she was about to have an aneurysm.

And Li Feng almost felt worried for his future Star Apostle as she seemed about to pass out from pure anger.

Her soul had reconnected with her body, but it wasn’t fully healed yet.

If she really died from rage, it would be such a waste.

So he tried to calm her down.

”I’m sorry, I really am. You just look really beautiful when you’re angry and covered in my—”

”DON’T FINISH THAT SENTENCE!”

Purple Death looked ready to explode.

Her face was bright red, a chaotic mix of humiliation, rage, and utter confusion as she stood there completely naked, still leaking his seed, while threatening a man whose erection stubbornly refused to go down.

She felt like she wasn’t even talking to a human anymore!

”Enough!”

Purple Death’s powerful aura exploded outward.

She didn’t want to waste any more breath on this walking disaster.

She suddenly crouched low and lunged forward with everything she had left.

Even in her weakened state, the movement was so fast as there was nothing but a blur of pale skin and cold killing intent.

The purple dagger in her hand glowed viciously as she slashed downward in a deadly arc, aiming straight for Li Feng’s neck in one decisive strike.

Before, it might have been because her soul was weakened that she couldn’t hurt—

SHING!

Before she could finish her thought, the blade struck his skin with a sharp metallic ring... and shattered once again into harmless purple sparks that scattered in the air like dying fireflies.

Purple Death stared dumbfounded, her mouth slightly open.

And Li Feng finally moved.