1137 Beaten Off

"Cough, cough, cough!"

As she clutched her chest with a darkened face, the Raksha Princess got up from the ground while holding her snapped wrist.

While coughing heavily, she glowered at Cult Master Ding with an unwilling and resentful expression. "Ding Yun, you actually wounded me for this b*tch? Have you long forgotten about our feelings over the years!"

However, Cult Master Ding was speechless. "When has this one had an iota of feelings with you?"

Wasn't it just that single encounter several years ago that caused this Raksha Princess to fall head over heels for him with starry-eyed infatuation?

He was indeed downright bored in the past year, so bored from having nothing to play with that he killed that snake beauty and took her place, infiltrating their Raksha Ghost Sect's lair to have some fun.

This escapade actually did allow him to glimpse a bit of the Raksha Ghost Sect's secrets, confirming the fact that this old woman was indeed working for someone else.

Regardless, he had used the snake beauty's identity to hide beside her.

Yet this woman was totally clueless. She couldn't even recognize his true form, so what bullsh*t feelings were there to talk about, ha ha.

"Sure enough, you've forgotten it all." The Raksha Princess gazed at him tearfully with incomparable bitterness.

What has this one forgotten?? Cult Master Ding was baffled, in addition to being very irritated. He leapt forward and lifted his palm, saying, "If you don't scram, don't blame me for being merciless."

The Raksha Princess understood that this heartless man would do what he said. If she didn't leave, then she was certainly bound to suffer a deadly assault.

She wasn't able to defeat him at the moment either. In the end, she had suffered injuries all over her body, so she had best retreat before anything else.

The Raksha Princess turned to look at that man aggrievedly, which made Cult Master Ding's hairs stand on end. Just as he was about to strike her again, he saw the Raksha Princess turning around with glittering tears at the corner of her eyes as she trudged away without a second word.

Cult Master Ding didn't chase after her, and he simply didn't care to spare another look at this old woman.

Before the Raksha Princess could trudge far with her injured body a cyan-robed figure appeared before her.

When that person turned around and revealed his metal demon mask, the Raksha Princess started to tremble uncontrollably.

Seemingly sensing something, Qiao Mu wrinkled her brows, and she slowly withdrew from her cultivating state before opening her eyes.

Upon seeing this, Cult Master Ding joyfully went up to her with a flash. "Little lass, what are you cultivating here for. The mystic energy here's not concentrated enough."

He looked at her smilingly, but then he noticed that her gaze was unfocused. Although this stoic-faced little lady seemed to be looking at his face, it also seemed like she didn't see anything at all.

Cult Master Ding was greatly shocked. After waving his hand in front of her, he darted up with a drastic change in expression, questioning, "What happened to your eyes? Who harmed you into this state."

"You're making a fuss about nothing." Qingluan dashed over and swept Cult Master Ding a glance before declaring proudly, "My little master can neither see nor hear what you say. Alright, alright, you can leave now. Don't hinder our little master from cultivating, or else she will kill people."

Cult Master Ding: …

What was there to be so proud about being blind and deaf!

"I actually know a hidden cultivation ground with very concentrated mystic energy inside the Mystic Beast Forest." Cult Master Ding's gaze flashed as he continued to ask, "Do you want to bring her over?"

Qingluan pondered it over before running up to Qiao Mu and pantomiming a series of movements.

Little Master had ended up in such a miserable state by this rogue disaster-courting curse. She naturally had to get her value's worth out of cultivating so that her tragic lifestyle during this period of time would not be in vain.