399: Chapter 320 399: Chapter 320 Many girls only consider marriage when they feel they are no longer making progress in their cultivation.
Bian Shasha never thought that becoming a woman could increase her cultivation, even more effectively than consuming several high-grade pills.
Had she known this earlier, she would have chosen to marry sooner rather than come to the Boundless Forest to be with this man, who looks to be in his thirties and speaks like an old man.
Now that it’s too late for regrets, she could only wait for fate’s arrangement.
Bian Shasha made up her mind to learn his cultivation technique, already unable to turn back, so when she was capable, she would escape this man’s clutches and somehow find a way to kill him.
If she couldn’t kill this man, she still had to escape.
Life had taken a turn, and her dream of Prince Charming might become unreachable, with Lai Jianlin perhaps forever hidden in her heart.
The man before her wasn’t as handsome as Lai Jianlin, but his other capabilities might be similar.
It was only after becoming his…
that she started to feel that he wasn’t all that bad.
When Bian Shasha first met this man…
her face blushed red as she said:
“Are you done?
I’m hungry…”
“Hungry?
Haven’t had enough to eat yet?
Want me to fill you up?”
The man laughed, pleased with himself, a smile that was enough to make one’s skin crawl.
Bian Shasha used to be afraid of this smile, but she wasn’t anymore, because they had become husband and wife.
“Hmph, you jerk…” Bian Shasha used all her strength to push the man away, who by now was no longer in black clothes and whose skin was quite fair.
Bian Shasha didn’t pay much attention to his appearance, surprised that she had managed to push him back so easily, her strength seemingly greater than before.
She then took some meat out of her storage bag and used her spells to roast it, not expecting the man before her to feed her.
The man, pushed aside, wasn’t annoyed, his gaze burning as he watched her.
He dressed slowly and also took something out of his storage bag to roast and eat.
“Woman, how does it feel?
Happy, aren’t you?
I told you you’d have to thank me.”
The man spoke shamelessly, prompting Bian Shasha to roll her eyes at him, knowing she was not his match in a battle of words or wits with this despicable man.
Even though she was now a woman, there were some things she was still too embarrassed to say.
The man felt very satisfied looking at the woman who had been formidable and fierce before, but had now become a delicate wife under his tutelage.
The more Bian Shasha rolled her eyes at him, the more he felt she was casting flirtatious glances.
“Your companions must not have gone far.
Do you want me to catch them for you to vent your anger?”
Bian Shasha had once harbored some hatred toward those who had abandoned her, considering killing them once she became able.
But now, she didn’t want to see them.
Perhaps she didn’t want to be seen with pity, especially by the men.
She said through gritted teeth:
“No, I don’t want to see them!”
The man didn’t insist.
He was quite happy, yet not all his power had been released; they only had to eat their fill before continuing.
Who had time to care about others?
It wasn’t difficult to find those people, as long as they were still in the Boundless Forest.
With his abilities, he would sense them quickly.
Eventually, they would not be able to escape his palm.
There was no need to rush.
Bian Shasha quickly roasted the meat to perfection, biting into the crispy outside and tender inside, savoring it with squinted eyes.
“Woman, what brought you to the Boundless Forest?
Was it to find me?” The black-skinned man spoke again as he too finished roasting his meat, eating leisurely while watching Bian Shasha.
It was a boring and nonsensical question.
“Don’t play dumb.
You wish I came for you,” she retorted with a perfect eye roll.
It was a decision she deeply regretted.
If she could turn back time, she would prefer to return to her clan or stay inconspicuously within the Immortal Sect, rather than live like a savage in this place.
She could imagine that for who knows how long to come, she would live here like a savage.
The man before her seemed just as untrustworthy as she had sensed, and learning cultivation techniques and spells from him might also set her on an irreversible path.
Bian Shasha felt she would succumb here, and whether her future life was bitter or sweet, it was her own doing.
Even if she suffered or grew tired, no one would pity her.
“Are you from the Immortal Sect?
Which one, and what task brought you here?
What are you trying to find in the Boundless Forest?
Do you need me, your husband, to help you?”
With so many questions from the man in black, Bian Shasha really wanted not to answer.
Landing in this man’s hands, she might never be able to leave or perhaps even complete her task.
Speaking out seemed pointless.
Even if she could escape from this man’s palms, she would have no face to return to the Immortal Sect or her family.
She might choose to cultivate alone somewhere or find another way to live her life.
Yet she was curious to know if this man knew the place her task targeted; maybe her companions were there.
“Do you know the place called ‘Immortal Vine Mist’?”
“Oh, I’ve been there.
Is the task you’re doing related to the Immortal Vine seeds?”
This man had spent a long time in the Boundless Forest and encountered many people on quests, mostly disciples from the Immortal Sects.
He had met some female disciples and taken in those with weaker cultivations.
In the Boundless Forest, there seemed little danger, but it was filled with peril everywhere.
Who would think that people wouldn’t die on these quests?
Cultivators were by nature defying the heavens, and if they didn’t take risks, could they even cultivate through an ordinary life?
It’s hard for someone without trials to enrich their experiences, to weather great tribulations.
Each advancement in level might lead them closer to demonic possession.
The man in black appeared successful in his cultivation, but such success wasn’t truly genuine.
With each increase in cultivation, he faced severe tribulations.
Especially tough was the ordeal with the Dream Demon.
Each time, he verged on falling into madness.
His voice sounded so old because one time, during a demonic possession, his throat was damaged and he couldn’t speak.
To avoid becoming mute, he learned to speak using his abdomen, producing an ancient and muffled sound.
This was not his original voice.
Many women, upon their first encounter with the man, would see someone in his thirties.
When silent, he seemed normal, but when he spoke, he transformed into something akin to a demon, particularly chilling in the darkness, frightening many women.
“How do you know that?
So, you are familiar with that place?
Hurry up and take me there.
It’s the time for the seeds to be harvested in the next two days.”
Bian Shasha immediately became excited, not caring anymore about roasting food to eat.
After consuming a piece of meat, she felt half full.
“Woman, you’re following me and still thinking about your task?
Do you think you can escape my grasp?
Forget about your task!
Enjoy your pleasure with me instead!”
The man was unwilling, but the woman had already eaten her fill, meaning it was time for his enjoyment to begin again.
“Hmph, if you don’t go, I’ll hate you!”
Bian Shasha knew she couldn’t escape.
Even if she somehow did get out, she wouldn’t dare venture alone in the forest outside; escaping one demon’s grasp only to fall into another’s was possible.
Or she might encounter a formidable Demonic Beast.
From one ordeal to the next, she lacked the courage to take on such challenges.
Before, even with many companions, just escaping from crows and bats had been so difficult.
“Woman, don’t worry.
Today is just the day the vine blooms; it’s tomorrow that the vine bears fruit and seeds.
Be good and stay with me.
If I’m pleased, I might take you there tomorrow!”
The man laid out his conditions, and Bian Shasha, having no choice, agreed; the man was right.
With his abilities, finding the place by tomorrow wouldn’t be too late.
“You better keep your word.
If you don’t take me there tomorrow, I’ll bash my head in and die!”
“Woman, dying over a few seeds, how is that worth it?
I would be distressed!”
After the man finished speaking, he ate the last bite of meat from the skewer, took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and with a wave of his hand, his hand seemed to possess a suction force, pulling the woman sitting not far from him towards him, the gesture a promise.
Flushed from being pulled by the hand, Bian Shasha accepted…