Otherworldly Desert Dust

Chapter 84 - 77 The Nobility

Sure enough, after Wu Hen laughed, the human-faced duck stopped shining its high beams at him and turned its attention to River Girl Qiaqia.

River Girl Qiaqia considered herself a fallen River Lady, noble at heart and unwilling to let anyone desecrate her. After finishing her song and being scolded as a wild chicken, she was already upset. When the human-faced duck kept shining its bright eyes at her, she couldn’t help but curse!

The more River Girl cursed, the happier the human-faced duck became.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wu Hen quickly found the vine bridge and used his hands and feet to climb higher toward the meteorite group!

Perhaps because River Girl was not completely human, the human-faced duck couldn’t extract human anger from her. After entangling for a while, the human-faced duck lost interest and flew away.

Watching the mottled bird fly away, Wu Hen spat.

Wait.

Once I figure out its laws, I’m going to pluck all its feathers and make it into a barbecue!

Dense vines interlaced ahead, winding upward, forming a spectacular sky vine bridge.

The opposite end of the vine bridge led to the mysterious ancient relics, composed of numerous ruins, broken palaces, and a small ancient long wall resembling a meteorite belt at the perimeter. The existence of this ancient long wall seemed to keep the relics inside separated.

Wu Hen crossed the vine bridge and arrived at a relatively intact section of the ancient long wall.

Standing on the long wall covered with sky vines and floating trees, a group of well-equipped people was walking in his direction.

They were both men and women, dressed in bright and extraordinary clothes, like disciples of some ancient and mysterious clan hidden in Spirit Mountain, training in this area.

"Lower Seed person, disappear within three seconds!" said a man with colorful totems painted on his forehead and cheeks, coldly addressing Wu Hen.

Lower Seed person?

What kind of title is that?

Could it be that people in the Desert Dust were ranked by grade?

"Hey, isn’t this Cai Ting?" At this moment, a young woman smiled, pointing at Wu Hen, who was dressed like a little savage.

At this point, the man with colorful totems painted on his face carefully examined Wu Hen’s appearance. Despite some changes in his looks, one could still see some familiarity in his face.

"Why, it’s you, mongrel. Haven’t seen you for some time. Thought you died somewhere in the Divine Python Earth Vein." The totem-faced man dropped his previous hostility and spoke with a mocking tone.

"So, you didn’t die. Back then, we can’t entirely be blamed for abandoning you. The Desolate God Ying Snake was too terrifying, with that Breath of Destruction nearly wiping us all out... Was it this girl who saved you?" The young woman appeared friendly and pulled Wu Hen over enthusiastically.

Wu Hen scratched his head, unsure how to respond.

These people seemed to know him.

To be precise, they knew the original owner of his host body.

"His head was severely injured, and he doesn’t remember who he is," River Girl Qiaqia spoke up. Continue reading at empire

"Oh, oh, maybe his mind was also damaged by the Desolate God Ying Snake. It’s fine, it’ll be alright." The young woman said.

"Do you still have your skills?" the totem-face man asked.

"He does," River Girl Qiaqia answered for Wu Hen.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The totem-face man had very distinctive eyes, clearly with Spiritual Vision, and he could see at a glance what River Girl Qiaqia was. He smirked playfully, "That’s good. Otherwise, you really would be no different from lower-class people. Now, get to work. We must retrieve the Dark Nether Array Eye Fragment no matter what."

"Why do you need the Dark Nether Fragment?" Wu Hen asked without understanding, as the other party still treated him like a fool.

"Of course, it’s to invade the Nuwa God End, to capture the Divine Desolate Ying Snake from that filthy lower-class people world," said the totem-face man.

"No rush then, just follow us for now." The amiable junior sister smiled, then focused on River Girl Qiaqia, "Can I ask you some questions privately?"

River Girl Qiaqia nodded.

The young junior sister pulled River Girl Qiaqia to a broken rock column at the base of the ancient long wall.

It was only now that River Girl Qiaqia realized Wu Hen’s identity was not simple. No wonder his blood had such significant nourishing effects—it turned out to be Totem Bloodline!

"Thank you for saving my junior brother," expressed the amiable junior sister kindly.

"It’s a matter of fate," River Girl Qiaqia replied, somewhat embarrassed.

"But if you think you can climb up to our Totem Sacred Sect, you are too naive!" The smile on the young junior sister’s face suddenly disappeared.

Replaced by coldness and disdain, she extended one hand. Although delicate, it radiated a sharp Holy Light, forming a larger holy palm that effortlessly squeezed River Girl Qiaqia!

Under this holy palm, River Girl visibly reverted to her half-demon form.

With her tail exposed, she resembled a helpless silver fish, struggling in vain.

The gentle and kind junior sister had completely transformed, exuding nobility and indifference. She had never regarded River Girl Qiaqia as a kin, as she coldly and mercilessly prepared to crush her!

River Girl Qiaqia coughed up blood, her body on the verge of being broken.

Her pained, helpless eyes turned towards Wu Hen, pleading for him to save her life.

On the ancient long wall, Wu Hen was also stunned by this scene.

Originally thinking of Wen Liang, the elegant junior sister, who could have known she wouldn’t blink an eye while killing, and worse, she didn’t even see River Girl Qiaqia as human!

Cruel yet calm, the junior sister he thought wouldn’t harm a fly was killing like gutting a fish. Finding it unbearable, he stepped in to stop her.

"She’s a demon. No need for empathy, junior brother. I’ll extract her blood to restore some of your Totem Blood." The junior sister said softly.

Wu Hen quickly walked over and placed a hand on the junior sister’s arm.

The junior sister’s eyes turned cold, staring at Wu Hen’s hand.

Wu Hen quickly withdrew it.

For some reason, in that moment, her gaze felt no different from looking at a dead fish.

Despite calling him junior brother, it seemed there was an inherent status difference!

"You have lower-class human blood in your veins, and now you’re mingling with a half-demon woman. Aren’t you afraid Master will expel you from the Totem Sacred Sect? I’m purifying your disgrace." The junior sister said.

"Senior sister, it’s merely physical. At my age, pent-up desires might hamper my cultivation. I’m treating her as a plaything, no emotional attachment." Wu Hen quickly offered an excuse.

Hearing this, the junior sister frowned.

Depraved!

How could her junior brother be so depraved!

But he did have a point. Many men in the Sacred Sect had maidservants too...

"There are plenty of lower-class humans around. Pick one as a desire slave. I’ll let you keep this one for now, but don’t let her show up before Master!" The junior sister said.

"Thank you, senior sister," Wu Hen said.

"Hm. If you work harder, perhaps you can even find a fellow disciple to cultivate with. Even lower-class women are beneath you." She sighed.

"I will work hard, senior sister," Wu Hen nodded.