Chapter 1606: Chapter 975: Slaying the Immortal

Lin Kun’s eyes were incredibly keen, noticing the hesitation and doubt in Ting Yan’s eyes. He licked his lips, a trace of cruelty in his gaze:

"To be appreciated by that Great Demon Tang Di, granted the transformation into the Golden Vine, it seems you, this fox demon, also have your own exceptional qualities.

Although we are Immortal Envoys, there is no need to offend a big figure like Tang Di.

Today, considering the Golden Vine, as long as you, this small demon, offer your Divine Sense voluntarily.

Let me plant a Thought Restriction on your spirit platform, completely subjugated to me, becoming my Demon Slave.

Today, for you, is not entirely without hope."

This madman, completely unafraid of the threat of Tang Di’s transformation.

Ting Yan sweated coldly, her gaze mocking as she looked at Lin Kun, saying: "Open the spirit platform, let you plant the Thought Restriction, become your Demon Slave.

From then on, I would only live to fulfill your needs, which means that no matter how I cultivate in the future, my cultivation will be completely absorbed by you."

Lin Kun raised his finger, gently brushing away the strands of hair from her forehead, looking into Ting Yan’s eyes with a cold smile:

"But even so, compared to dying in desperation, you prefer to live without dignity, don’t you?

If you were truly a person of noble spirit, you would have already been sacrificed along with those Banshees before.

You, as a fox demon, are no longer a virgin, your demonic power is soiled.

Who knows how many men have died on your belly, purity and dignity, I don’t believe you value them more than your life."

Ting Yan’s fingers clenched tightly around the Golden Vine, her eyes cold: "How rude, to speak of people as lowly as stray dogs."

Lin Kun vowed with a sneer: "If the previous Banshees had the chance you have now, they wouldn’t hesitate.

Instead, they would fiercely stab that needle into my body at the first chance, avenging their comrades.

But from beginning to end, you have been considering your own gain and loss, even now, all you truly want to preserve is only yourself.

If that’s the case, why pretend to be virtuous?"

Lin Kun’s words attacked every weak spot of Ting Yan.

Her gaze was icy and full of hatred, but at the same time, it began to show signs of wavering.

Feeling the vine needle that threatened her life at the back of her neck, starting to drift away from the vital spot as she became lost in her emotions.

Lin Kun sneered, not worried that she would dare to harm him, his knee pressed cruelly on her twisted broken wrist, forcing her body down.

His gaze was bloodthirsty: "Yes, that’s right! I just love sensible ones like you.

Unlike those foolish ones dreaming naive dreams, actually believing that in this world, there is still vast sky for your Demon Clan!

Born lowly in the dust, would naturally be trampled underfoot, twisted, stomped!

This is your fate! Acceptance naturally brings the master’s charity and pity.

Be grateful like a beggar because, like a stinking whore ridden by thousands, lying with ten thousand men, you can still receive the favor of an Immortal Envoy, an honor others cannot beg for!"

The verbal insults, the disdain and hatred hidden in the gaze, and the beastly excitement caused Ting Yan to feel a near mad sense of nausea rising from her stomach!

Yes...

What was she still holding onto?

Men in her life, one more, one less, makes no difference.

It’s not the first time being treated as a plaything, nothing else to hold onto.

A naturally lowly thing, after receiving a breath of Immortal Energy from a Golden Immortal, actually believes herself to be noble?

Even facing a beast like Lin Kun, filthy and insulting words spit like saliva upon her face.

She had a knife, yet dared not let it fall upon his neck.

Only resenting him in her heart, crawling like a dog, not even daring to howl.

Her whole being was filthy, so why fear a couple of spits anymore.

Defilement...

Such terms are overly clean for someone like her.

Living without dignity...

There’s nothing bad about it.

Isn’t that how she’s always been?

Ting Yan slowly closed her eyes, a tear rolling from the corner of her eye, trickling into the side of her hair.

In the moment Lin Kun let out a beast-like roar and was about to act.

In a flash, Ting Yan’s dark consciousness suddenly felt like it was split open by lightning.

In the brief mingling of the incandescent light and shadow, deep in her memories was Qingzhi’s indifferent face, her calm voice seemed to strike at her soul.

"Stop being arrogant."

Ting Yan abruptly opened her eyes wide, pupils contracting into lines, warm liquid showered down like rain, specks of crimson dragging across her pale, trembling face.

Before her, was Lin Kun’s unbelieving, furious, despairing yet dying face!

The back of his neck opened like a blood-colored flower, the veins on his neck bulged like earthworms, the Golden Vine originally in Ting Yan’s hand deeply piercing into the back of his neck.

That skin raised high, as if a tree was deeply rooted.

Countless fine vines spread beneath the skin, wriggling like a spider web.

Lin Kun’s body seemed frozen, all vitality seized by that tiny Golden Vine.

The Golden Vine deeply buried in his neck bone unfolded like a slender needle, continually extending, until it penetrated his entire neck.

A small flower tree gradually grew from the back of his neck, standing tall like a canopy, scarlet branches and leaves thick like mist, an ultimate romantic beauty in death.