Wang Ya knew the pursuers behind had triggered a Restrictive Seal in the Labyrinth. Although she had learned the Feng Family Cultivation Methods and memorized the Dragon-Seeking Formation-Breaking Art, she only knew the safe route. To use the Feng Family’s setups against those chasing her to kill, she could only rely on Ye Zi, the native resident.
Zhang Qingshui was surprised by the sounds from within the mountain: Hadn’t the followers tracked their auras along the safe path? Why had they triggered a Restrictive Seal so quickly?
After about two minutes, Wang Ya suddenly felt an extremely powerful aura—or rather, presence—pressing down, like… like the massive Yellow Springs Other Shore Flower before her had come alive, bearing down with heaven-shaking might.
The entire expanse of roots before them exuded an endless pressure, like the heavens or a deity.
Wang Ya, Huang Qi, Zhang Qingshui, Old Tang, and Wang Cheng’an were nearly shaken off into the abyss below by this pressure, but fortunately, it only flashed for a moment before vanishing, replaced by a beauty with fine brows and white teeth, jade-like features, and skin as smooth and flawless as a jade carving of mutton-fat. This jade-carved-like beauty was identical in form to Ye Zi, the only difference being that this one seemed utterly real, while the previous Ye Zi had been a cluster of spiritual energy. Wang Ya gaped in shock at the stunning beauty before her!
Old Tang, Zhang Qingshui, Huang Qi, and Wang Cheng’an were all dumbfounded.
Wang Cheng’an reacted first, flushing red and turning his face away as he yelled, “Shame, shame! Always without clothes—your mom will spank your butt!”
Old Tang awkwardly averted his gaze, but his heart pounded wildly! Not because of the Leaf Demon’s beauty, but because she now had a real “body”—and it wasn’t an illusion from this Yellow Springs Other Shore Flower’s main body. What did this mean?
Wang Ya steadied herself with one hand on a root and gently poked Ye Zi’s pristine lotus-like arm with a finger. Ye Zi’s skin was soft and cool—real skin. Wang Ya stared at Ye Zi in disbelief, utterly shocked. She remained stunned for a long while before exclaiming inwardly, “Holy crap, this is heaven-defying!”
Zhang Qingshui’s face paled, and she cried out three times in succession, “Impossible? Impossible? Impossible?”
Ye Zi floated behind Wang Ya, clumsily opened her backpack, and pulled out the clothes sealed in a waterproof bag. She first leaned down to sniff at the bag’s opening, then took out Wang Ya’s lace underwear, stared at it, glanced at Wang Ya’s hips, bent down, and slowly put it on. Next, she pulled out the bra, held it up to Wang Ya’s chest to compare, seemingly figuring out how to wear it, then put it on.
Ye Zi dressed in Wang Ya’s clothes piece by piece, her movements excruciatingly slow. Her clumsy manner made it clear to anyone that it was her first time learning to wear clothes.
The mountain body rumbled incessantly around them, with fragments of stone shaking loose from time to time, but Ye Zi dressed as if she heard nothing, utterly focused. Once fully dressed, she floated before Wang Ya, quietly gazing at her.
Wang Ya eyed Ye Zi eagerly, dying to ask, “Where did this body come from?” She felt like someone who had toiled away for thirty years, finally scraping together modest savings to return home in glory, only to find the relatives left behind had become millionaires. Slap in the face! A living slap in the face! She had felt superior to Ye Zi before—human body allowing free movement, backed by Demonic Power—but now she wanted to spit blood. Who could tell her where Ye Zi’s body came from? This lifelike body? That sense of shared roots, herself a loser and Ye Zi a rich beauty, brought overwhelming defeat. So heartbreaking.
Seeing Wang Ya unhappy, Ye Zi looked down at the clothes on herself and asked, “You don’t like me wearing your clothes?”
Wang Ya sighed deeply, comforting herself inwardly, “Fine, Ye Zi didn’t even have clothes—she’s no rich beauty.” She took several deep breaths to steady her emotions, pointed toward the Labyrinth, and said, “Ye Zi, you sensed the commotion in the Labyrinth, right? Those guys behind are chasing me to kill—I can’t beat them.”
Ye Zi uttered an “Oh,” showing no reaction, no inclination whatsoever to help Wang Ya vent her anger.
Wang Ya glanced at her speechlessly and said, “You’re wearing my clothes—shouldn’t you help me out, maybe fight a bit?”
Ye Zi stared fixedly at Wang Ya for a long moment before softly saying, “I thought you called me out to give me clothes.” With that, she suddenly turned and merged into the roots, vanishing without a trace—still wearing Wang Ya’s outfit.
Wang Ya stared blankly at the Yellow Springs Other Shore Flower roots before her, blinking repeatedly over a dozen times without snapping out of it. She held it in for a while before roaring, “I called you to help me fight!” She really wanted to spit up three liters of old blood!
Ye Zi is wonderful so far omg