Chapter 4 — A Bewitching Man (1/2)

The moon and stars cast a dim halo of brilliance over the glistening lake’s crystalline surface and refracted light upon Yun Wu’s body. Her pale and colorless face shone with a sort of suffocating beauty.

Perhaps she was not aware of it, but in the eyes of the man hiding in the dark, she resembled a fallen angel; so painfully beautiful and alluring, especially with those crimson droplets sliding down her skin.

A cool night breeze brushed by Yun Wu’s ears. She felt a perturbing gaze staring closely at her from the dark. This feeling of being secretly watched was not new. At first, she had thought it was merely her imagination, but after three days of it, she would be a fool to still believe that.

She smeared the chewed-up herbs on her last uncovered wound before stretching out her hand, swiftly grabbing her tattered clothes and quickly throwing them on. When she rose, she simultaneously snatched up her usual feldspar.

All of a sudden, Yun Wu’s ear twitched. She turned her head slightly, just in time to see a thread of powerful qi force whisk towards her.

Her figure promptly flickered, and at the same time she evaded, her poisonous feldspar tore through the air at the target behind her. As long as the perpetrator moved, then no matter how perfect their concealment technique, their location would still be given away.

Riiip! The sound of clothes tearing. Behind her, she saw a vague silhouette leap into the air and immediately disappear again into the dark forest.

Her attack had surprisingly only scratched the perpetrator’s clothing; she was facing a keen opponent.

Just then, an indistinct stream of chilling green light surrounded the vicinity, and the clamor of beasts snapping their jaws rang out from all four corners.

Was it the smell of blood on her body that attracted the beasts, or was it because of that person? Regardless of the reason, anything that came close to her—kill!

Yun Wu promptly darted behind a large rock, feldspar in hand, her dormant posture akin to that of a wild beast. Her cold eyes gleamed.

A pair of sly eyes noted every single movement of hers. The man’s compressed lips curved into an amused, bloodthirsty smile. He knew she had been aware of his surveillance. Alas, she didn’t have the ability to pinpoint his location yet, but he had a feeling that this little pipsqueak would soon be brimming with radiance.

“Really, what a fascinating little pipsqueak.” A magnetic low mutter, and then a tall figure emerged from the darkness.

Truthfully, the man was the most beautiful person Yun Wu had ever seen in both lifetimes; enchanting silver hair, shapely eyebrows, twinkling black eyes, skin like snow, and a pair of seductive lips.

His body seemed to be emanating a strange magical force, making it so that a single glance would make one feel as though their state of mind was being snatched away.

Even Yun Wu fell into a moment of absent-mindedness, but quickly, her eyes recovered their clarity and took on a murderous look.

“You know the Soul Assimilation Technique?”

That strange feeling… she had experienced this allegedly advanced form of hypnotism before, in her past life when she was carrying out a task in a remote country.

Her first impression of this man: Too dangerous.