Chapter 83: The Early-Death White Moonlight in a Cultivation Novel (Part 14)

Someone who enjoyed killing and robbing for treasure was obviously no good person. Zhou Yanxi realized this in an instant and immediately pulled out a higher-quality saber from her storage pouch to engage in battle.

On the other hand, Zheng Sumin had forcibly raised her cultivation through demonic techniques, which made her strength superficial and unstable.

Simply put, she was all show—impressive on the surface, but hollow underneath.

So, under Zhou Yanxi's increasingly sharp and powerful blade intent, Zheng Sumin began to fall back in defeat, unable to keep up.

At this point, Zheng Sumin started to panic. She had assumed Zhou Yanxi was just some down-and-out rogue cultivator with no real skills.

And since Zhou Yanxi had been tangled in a fight with a spirit beast earlier, Zheng Sumin thought she could easily take her out with a sneak attack. Who would have thought she'd kick such a solid iron wall?

Up until now, Zheng Sumin had always used the concealment technique taught by the Blood Demon to suppress her aura, then carefully selected her prey—her sneak attacks had always worked.

But this time, she had clearly messed with the wrong person.

In a panic, Zheng Sumin began pleading to the Blood Demon in her mind. Her lapse in attention earned her a deep gash to her left arm from Zhou Yanxi's saber.

If the Blood Demon had a physical form, his face would be black as the bottom of a pot, seething with rage. He never expected his chosen host to be this useless.

After all the luck and fortunes she had siphoned from others, she couldn't even last the time it takes to burn two sticks of incense against that girl.

What a waste of flesh.

Yes—when Zheng Sumin first approached Zhou Yanxi, the Blood Demon had already sensed his old enemy nearby.

But instead of warning his host, he silently watched with the intent to exact his revenge.

Still, he couldn't just let Zheng Sumin die. At this point, their fates were tightly tied—if she died, he would suffer too.

So just as Zhou Yanxi's saber was about to strike her opponent's neck, she saw Zheng Sumin begin chanting in a language she couldn't understand.

Even though she didn't know what kind of spell Zheng Sumin was casting, Zhou Yanxi could feel an ominous chill in her heart. She tried to press the attack, but—

Zheng Sumin's body suddenly became shrouded in a translucent barrier.

Zhou Yanxi's saber bounced off the surface without effect. Realizing brute force wouldn't work, she immediately retreated to a safe distance and pulled out four or five Grade-4 Thunder Talismans, throwing them into the spell circle.

Boom—boom—boom!

But none of them penetrated the barrier.

Now Zhou Yanxi knew something was seriously wrong. Grade-4 Thunder Talismans could seriously injure late-Foundation cultivators, yet they did nothing here.

Unbeknownst to her, the Blood Demon was burning his soul power to form this protective shield. In this world, only a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage or higher could break it.

Watching Zhou Yanxi helpless outside the shield, the Blood Demon became ecstatic. His excitement was palpable—he would finally have his revenge.

This time, he would ensure that hateful brat's soul would be utterly destroyed, leaving her to never reincarnate again.

The technique Zheng Sumin was using was an enhanced forbidden spell that didn't just steal luck from others—it also drained their cultivation to fuel her own.

Of course, demonic techniques came with a high cost. If the spell was interrupted midway, the backlash could range from crippling to fatal.

That's why the Blood Demon was doing everything possible to ensure Zheng Sumin finished the spell safely.

But to their horror, nothing was happening to Zhou Yanxi.

Despite Zheng Sumin chanting with increasing desperation, Zhou Yanxi remained completely unaffected.

The Blood Demon was in disbelief. Every time he tangled with this girl, things went wrong.

Wait—something wasn't right.

Every normal person had some degree of luck. Unless… unless this girl was carrying misfortune instead?

If that were true, then they had just helped the enemy by transferring her bad luck to themselves.

The Blood Demon immediately tried to get Zheng Sumin to stop casting, but it was too late.

They were doomed. Completely doomed.

Zheng Sumin collapsed to the ground, unmoving.

Zhou Yanxi, who had been on guard the entire time, was utterly dumbfounded.

She hadn't expected someone to be so stupid as to sabotage themselves.

Still, this was the perfect time to eliminate the threat completely.

Seeing Zhou Yanxi approaching, blade in hand, the Blood Demon—trapped within Zheng Sumin—desperately tried to awaken her.

But his efforts were in vain. The soul-burning shield had drained too much of his strength.

If he had held back earlier, he might have escaped. But now—this was fate.

Zhou Yanxi raised her saber and slashed down without hesitation, killing Zheng Sumin cleanly.

This time, there was no strange barrier in the way. Her counterattack was swift and smooth.

She even made a graceful dodge to avoid the spray of blood.

At the moment Zheng Sumin died, Zhou Yanxi heard a familiar wailing scream.

Yes—she was sure she'd heard it before.

After carefully combing through the memories of this world, Zhou Yanxi pinpointed it: that voice had come from the Blood Demon half a year ago.

But… hadn't she already destroyed him?

Could he have had other clones?

That question would have to wait. For now, Zhou Yanxi focused on cleaning up the scene, taking her loot and using Fireball Spell to burn away all traces of battle.

Once she reached a safe cave, she asked her system about the strange occurrence.

System (internally panicking): How can I explain this without sounding totally useless? Help, urgent!

"Esteemed host… actually, that Blood Demon from before and this one… are the same being. This one was just a secondary soul fragment. When they used the fortune-transfer spell on your soul, instead of hurting you, it actually restored your luck to normal levels."

Looks like her "misfortune-bound soul" was actually a blessing in disguise. If she hadn't had this strange trait, she might've died today.

After all, not even the treasures from her father could protect her from such twisted demonic techniques.

As for her useless system, she was just grateful it didn't make things worse.

But Zhou Yanxi could hear the guilt and evasiveness in its voice—and she immediately seized the opportunity to milk it for points.

"System, this Blood Demon had such crucial info and you never warned me. Don't you think you owe me some compensation? I'm sure a clever little system like you understands…"

It knew this was coming. Ever since it accidentally revealed its rules and limitations during casual conversation, this host had become much harder to manage.

"Host… I can only give you 80,000 points as compensation. Any more, and I'll have nothing left."

Zhou Yanxi pretended to hesitate, when in fact she'd only planned to ask for 50,000 points.

Ha! She made a profit again. Always make the other side state the price first!

In the end, she agreed to the compensation, reasoning that she shouldn't fleece the system too hard all at once—it was better to harvest it sustainably.

Now came the most exciting part.

Zhou Yanxi opened the numerous storage pouches on Zheng Sumin's body.

The results were excellent.

Ten spiritual herbs over 500 years old

Dozens of herbs between 100–200 years

Tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones

Several thousand mid-grade spirit stones

Over a dozen unknown magical artifacts

Plus talismans, pills, and various other items

All in all, the loot more than made up for her resentment at not completing her mission.

She could only hope that more of these "prey-turned-hunters" would come her way—because clearly, reverse robbery paid off.