Chương 410: Lord of the Calm Lake
The figure that entered the room had the form of a human woman. She was strikingly tall, taller than most men. Sleek black hair flowed like a waterfall and pooled around her feet. She was slender but not skinny, retaining curves in all the right places. Her pale skin was bare. Almost nothing was hidden from the imagination.
She walked on tiptoes like a dancer. Her legs went on forever. Her hips swayed like the tides, with a hairless gap between the thighs that was barely covered by an assortment of blue shells and coral that seemed plastered to her skin.
Her waist was flat and impossibly narrow. It contrasted perfectly with her breasts which were astonishingly large. Each one was far more than a handful and seemed to defy gravity with their size and ability to retain a perfectly round shape. Although the nipples were coyly hidden by another set of shells and coral, it was clear that they were perking upwards as if seeking the morning sun.
All of these features were each impressive but they were all eclipsed by her breathtaking beauty. She had the slenderest neck, the smoothest jawline. With a heart-shaped face, plump lips, soft cheeks, sleek nose, and upturned eyes; her face was stunning yet confusing at the same time. It was as if she had picked and chosen the best features of many different facial types. It was inconceivable.
"See anything you like?" She asked coyly.
Chen Wentian looked up and their eyes connected. His brown orbs peered into hers which were a breathtaking shade of baby blue.
"Hmph, I've seen better." He answered flatly.
Although she was indeed impressive in every way physically, there was something missing. Her appearance didn't shake his heart like Jasmine and bewitch his mind like Long Yifei. There was no impact behind this beautiful visage, as if was merely an illusion.
The demoness glanced at the bed and back at him. She looked like she wanted to argue but then changed her mind.
"I had great expectations for you… the noble and generous Immortal Sword Bandit Lin Huzhong! Your name has been sung across the land as the champion, the savior. I thought you'd be... more impressive. I thought you would have manners." She said.
He continued to study her, "I was raised in the wild. I live by the sword and I kill by the sword. I care little about manners but I know how to treat friends... just like I know how to treat enemies!"
Sha!
A horizontal blade of spiritual energy shot forward, slicing clean through her neck. There was momentarily a gap where the powerful sword attack went through her but it quickly disappeared. Her skin melted back together and there wasn't even a mark leftover.
She covered her mouth and let out a soft laugh, "No manners!"
She sauntered over to the table and sat down in the seat opposite him. She crossed her legs and leaned back into the chair. She stared at him and he stared at her, two foes sizing up each other before the real fight started.
"Did you like my gift?" She asked, breaking the silence. She waved the pile of corpses spilling in from the hallway. "My specialty."
"What are you?" Chen Wentian asked.
He already had some idea but he wanted to hear it from her.
"I am the Lord of the Calm Lake Qin Shui'er. You, humans, know of my type as shuimu, a water demon." She answered.
She was a shuimu after all. It was the worst possibility but it was within his ability to manage.
Shuimu were known through folklore. Stories were told across the ages of fatally attractive beings appearing in lakers and rivers, pulling young men to their deaths. They could cause floods. They could cause storms and even droughts. They were masters of their element.
Often called the old mother of water, they were the most powerful among demon races attuned to the element of water. They were born of water and their bodies consisted of water.
This demoness sat before him in human form but her true nature was that of water. She didn't have to defend against his sword attack because of her constitution which allowed physical attacks to pass through harmlessly. She was a being manifested from pure water-attribute spiritual energy.
Qin Shui'er giggled, "I can guess the thoughts stirring inside your fat head. I am indeed your worst opponent, your nightmare. You can't beat me and there's nowhere for you to run. Now, let's get started with a few questions I had in mind…"
Bang!
The table exploded into pieces, sending plates of food and cups of wine everywhere.
In that same instant, a thin sword appeared in Chen Wentian's hand. The awesome sword energy of Dugu's Tenth Sword gathered at the tip and then blasted towards the demoness.
Second Movement, Pierce the Heavens!
A beam of blinding energy blasted into her chest. It left a gaping hole and continued through the back of the chair, the walls of the hotel behind, and into the dark night.
"Ow…" Qin Shui'er muttered.
She felt the emptiness with her hand. It was big enough to fit her head through. She looked down at the blood-less wound and then doubled over. Her body shook as she tried to hold back but she finally couldn't.
"Hhhh… hehehe… HaHaHa!"
She clutched her stomach and laughed uncontrollably, kicking her legs about in mirth. The hole in her chest melted away and not a blemish remained. She was totally unharmed.
"Come on!" She exclaimed, "Stab me again! Come on! That felt good!"
Chen Wentian snorted and sat back down. "I give up. You wanted to ask me some questions? Go for it. But for each question I answer, you have to answer one of mine."
Her laughter disappeared and she glared at him. He didn't flinch, as if he didn't care at all that his sword arts had no effect on her.
She finally shook her head, "You really are a person with no manners."
"I am a simple man who lives simply." He answered.
She turned her nose towards the bed in the corner, still miraculously intact, "A simple man who lives simply?"
He shrugged, "Simple pleasures. Why? Are you jealous?"
"Simple words from someone who's about to die. If you answer my questions obediently, I might let you live to see the dawn."
"Really, I could say the same for you."
The pair fell into silence once again, glaring at each other. Their spiritual auras clashed together in place of words.
Chen Wentian couldn't hurt this demoness with sword arts but it didn't mean other attacks wouldn't be effective. He wasn't worried about her powers but what other tricks she had in store. Since she finally showed up tonight, it meant that she came prepared. A devious witch like her was sure to have several backup plans.
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