Just Too Trusting

Long Yue responses by dropping down into a crouching position. Her hands try to cover herself. "What are you!? Some kind of pervert!? How could you just slash up my clothes like that!?"

That is roughly the right response from someone who had just been stripped of their clothing. It would have been better if she screams first, but ancient Chinese beauties rarely do that when they are being sexually harassed.

Not that Long Yue is ancient. The term is just to differentiate the different eras, and as for how I know about their behavior. It is from plenty of past experiences.

I am not sure why. If it was ancient Japanese beauties, they would shriek before blushing profusely. If it was Western beauties, they would slap me. Well, they would try to slap me, and I usually allow them to simply because they usually make up afterwards.

Weird, but I guess it is a culture thing.

I try to maintain a stern face at Long Yue, but it is kind of hard, so I decide to just be me since it is a lot easier. Was there a need to keep up some sort of façade? Nope. I just like to screw around.

"Of course, I am a pervert. Did you not know that all men are perverts? Including the gay ones. I want to see your pearly white ass, and I doubt you would just strip and let me see it and more if I had asked, so this is like the next best thing," I answer. "As for how. It is like this."

I raise my knife and then slash downwards, sending out another blast of wind.

Long Yue immediately jumps out of the way since she doesn't want to be carved up, and the moment that she does, my little spying eyes capture everything. I mean my actual eyes, not the spy drones that hover in the air. They capture everything too, obviously.

The blast of wind washes over the ground harmlessly, and Long Yue stares at me afterwards.

I stare at her back, just not as accusingly as her. It is more like checking her out. Too bad her hands are back to covering herself. No biggie. She is mine the moment that she appears before me. She just does not know it yet.

"A feint?" Long Yue questions since the blast of wind did not do anything to the ground. She gets her answer when her long silky black hairs descends down to help her cover her nakedness. Her hair is no longer being held up by an absurd number of jaded hairpins and combs, as those items are diced into pieces.

"How…?" Long Yue utters.

I roll my eyes and let out a sigh. "You keep asking me the same question, Long Yue, and I have already heard you the first time. It is like this."

When I raise my knife to strike her again, Long Yue raises a hand in submission, and I seize the chance to see more of her pearly milky heavenly skin.

Her skin is not as white as Xiao Hong, who is silently watching things play out.

"Since you have shown me something nice, I will show you something too, Long Yue," I state and swing my knife to the side. Nothing seems to happen for a fraction of a second before the tree in the distant turn into sawdust. "If I have intended to kill you, you would be just a bloody mist and nothing more."

Long Yue is speechless.

Xiao Hong is also fearful but for different reason. If she has any doubt about me on my unsaid threat, it is gone now.

"Now. Tell me, Long Yue. Do you or do you not know where the Leader of your Sect is?" I ask and wait patiently for her to response. There is no need to tell her what would happen if she is to spout bullshit at my face again. She should already know the consequences.

Long Yue looks at me, and I can see a shimmering bead of sweat runs down the side of her pretty face, as she is trying to come up with an acceptable answer. One that leaves her intact and unmolested.

Maybe not the last part. I will totally molest her… in good time.

I narrow my eyes slightly when her entire body is shrouded in blinding light. She then disappears into the light before it shots into the sky. A fraction of second later, the light comes crashing back onto the ground, depositing Long Yue where she was before.

Long Yue has just tried to runaway through a use of an item. Not too sure which item would allow her to escape like that, but it does not really matter. What matter is the fact that she has tried to run.

"How?" Long Yue utters as she pulls herself together. Her head is spinning as if she has crashed into a barrier of sort. It is exactly that due to the formation I have erected. "How!?"

I answer her by slashing at her with my knife.

"No!" Long Yue calls out and covers her eyes with both hands, allowing me to see everything. If it was before, I might have ogled at her. It is different right now. I am not in the mood.

No blast of wind comes forth from the tip of the knife like before, as that is just for effect. Misdirection.

The knife produces countless cuts the instant it is swing, and as long as my intended target is in visible range, it will be cut regardless of whatever it is. The only exception is a Sacred Treasure that is on par or higher in quality.

Long Yue stands there for a moment before lowering her hands and patting herself. She is not what I have sliced up, and she realizes that immediately when all her items are destroyed, including her rings, which are likely storage rings.

She is truly naked now. As naked as the day she was born.

"I am still not certain if you would do the right thing and stay and answer my question truthfully, Long Yue," I comment before slashing her again.

This time, however, her bloods are spilt.

Long Yue screams as she collapses onto the ground like a puppet losing all of its string. As she screams, she attempts to move her hands and legs, but with their tendons cut, it is quite impossible. "No. No. I cannot be a cripple. I cannot be! No. I cannot be!"

There is more than one way to turn a cultivator into a cripple, and I just use the literal method, as it is quite physically painful. It is actually more painful than just cutting off her arms and legs.

"Master…" Xiao Hong voices her opinion weakly. Even if she disliked Long Yue, she still considers Long Yue as one of her sisters, and as such, she does not wish to harm Long Yue permanently.

I cast a look at Xiao Hong, and that basically shuts her up. "This is her punishment. The next time that she tries something again, I will make her linger between life and death. Unable to live, but also cannot truly die."

My attention returns to Long Yue, who is wailing like a baby right now. She really should act her age, which is about 130 years old. She is the youngest elder, after all.

"Shut up!" I shout, and despite not lacing my voice with any energy, Long Yue immediately does after flinching. Xiao Hong flinches as well. "I will ask you the last time, Long Yue. Do you or do you not know where the Sect Leader is?"

"Please answer master truthfully, dear sister," Xiao Hong adds. "He might be able to help you just like he has helped me."

Long Yue simply stares at Xiao Hong before lowering her head. "Please. I… I don't know. I don't know where the Sect Leader is. Only the First Sister does."

"I have figured as such, but I still want to hear it from you," I response and produce a pill in my palm.

Xiao Hong accepts the pill from me and hastily helps Long Yue, who swallows it immediately without any hesitation. Xiao Hong then puts Long Yue into a meditate position before channeling her internal energy into Long Yue, hoping to speed up her recovery.

Despite that, Long Yue still cannot feel anything but excruciating pains in her hands and legs. The pains would eventually pass, but when it does, however, it would be too late to repair the damage through normal means.

"Why isn't it working?" Long Yue beseeches as she looks up at me.

Xiao Hong also has the same question in mind, but she does not voice it. She is still too busy channeling her internal energy into Long Yue.

"Why isn't what working?" I question.

"The pill? The pill that supposes to fix my hands and legs?" Long Yue response.

"I have never said that was what the pill is for," I point out with a devilish smirk. "You will know what the pill is for in a moment."

Long Yue is stunned, and she breaks out of her stupor when she spits out a mouthful of blood. "It's… poison?"

"Ding. Ding. Ding."