Zimo led her army of demon beasts to the spot where Jinhao had died. She sifted through the pile of ash for a long time, but she couldn't find her soul-controlling insects. Her expression darkened, her delicate features turning icy cold.
The soul-controlling insects of the Heavenly Wolf Country's warriors were incredibly precious. Not because the insects themselves were valuable, but because they contained a strand of the warrior's own soul.
This was no laughing matter. If one fell into enemy hands and was burned away, the owner's Divine Sense would definitely suffer damage. If such a blow happened during a fierce battle, it could easily lead to total defeat, even death.
Therefore, whenever a controlled demon beast died, Zimo would rush to the location to retrieve the soul-controlling insect.
But this time, she couldn't find it.
Sensing the change in Zimo's expression, Leng Shan, who followed behind her, couldn't help but sneer repeatedly, a look of pure satisfaction on her face.
Zimo gave a soft hum, closed her eyes, and focused on sensing.
Although she hadn't cultivated Divine Sense and couldn't search over a wide area, the scattered soul threads were still part of her own soul. Within a certain range, she could sense them.
After just a brief probe, a strange expression appeared on Zimo's beautiful face. She turned to look in a certain direction, a charming smile blooming on her lips, strange light dancing in her stunning eyes.
Dozens of demon beasts quickly spread out and encircled that area.
Leng Shan was startled. From Zimo's movements and demeanor, she sensed something was wrong.
She hated Zimo to the bone—for promising her pure body to Jinhao before, and even more for her arbitrary control. She had thought Zimo was bound to suffer a great loss this time and was secretly watching with schadenfreude, never expecting the situation to develop like this.
Could it be that the expert who killed Jinhao was still here? Was he walking straight into the trap?
Rustle... The sound of leaves shaking came from the jungle, and a figure darting past flashed across Leng Shan's vision.
Zimo pointed a finger, and the dozens of demon beasts all rushed towards the figure's location. A giggling sound emerged as she called out charmingly: "Don't run, you can't escape. With my soul-controlling insect inside you, even if you run to the ends of the earth, you'll have to come back to me and obediently obey! I won't make you suffer then!"
"Damn it, I knew that damn bug was suspicious!" A furious curse rang out from the jungle. Hearing this voice made Zimo feel even more triumphant, her laughter shaking her like a blossoming branch.
Leng Shan sighed silently in her heart. The tiny flicker of hope that had risen within her was instantly extinguished.
So, the person who killed Jinhao had also been hit by a soul-controlling insect! Was this man an idiot, a fool, or just plain stupid?
The person in the jungle indeed stopped running. Before long, he was surrounded by dozens of demon beasts, captured without struggle, and then swaggered back towards them.
When she saw this person's face clearly, Leng Shan's body couldn't help but tremble, and a look of disbelief flashed through her eyes.
If Jinhao could recognize Yang Kai, how could Leng Shan not? But precisely because she recognized him, she found it even more incredible. She stared deeply at Yang Kai, her thoughts racing as she weighed the gains and losses.
Yang Kai wore an unwilling expression on his face. With every show of reluctance, he walked back and stopped about thirty meters away from the two women, Zimo and Leng Shan, forcing a bitter smile: "Miss, what kind of insect was that?"
"A unique soul-controlling insect of our Heavenly Wolf Country. Once it enters you, you become my subordinate," Zimo explained patiently, sizing Yang Kai up and down. Seeing that he was merely a teenager, her beautiful eyes were filled with astonishment. She simply couldn't have guessed that the person who killed Jinhao was so young.
"Sigh. I shouldn't have, shouldn't have gone to rummage through Jinhao's corpse!" Yang Kai sighed deeply, sounding utterly heartbroken, then immediately broke into a grin: "Miss, now I'm your man. How will you handle me? Do you want me to warm your bed at night?"
Zimo pressed her lips together in a smile, infinitely charming: "Sure, if you can handle it."
Her completely uninhibited response made Yang Kai roll his eyes. Zimo took in his expression, giggling heartily.
"If I tell you some useful information, will you let me go?" Leng Shan suddenly spoke up, her beautiful eyes fixed intently on Yang Kai as she said this.
"What information?" Zimo's delicate brows furrowed.
"About him." Leng Shan pointed at Yang Kai with an expressionless face.
Yang Kai smiled faintly, but his heart skipped a beat. He secretly circulated his Yuan Qi, on guard. Although he didn't know what this Ghost King Valley female disciple was about to say, he could be certain it wouldn't be in his favor.
Surrounded by dozens of demon beasts, if they all rushed him at once, he would have to use the Yang Flame Wings to escape.
"Promise me first," Leng Shan bargained.
"I cannot let you leave," Zimo shook her head slowly. Leng Shan's expression didn't change; she waited quietly for the rest, never having expected that anyway.
"...But I can treat you a bit better. At the very least, I won't bully you anymore."
"Remember what you said. Otherwise, even if it means perishing together with you, I won't endure that humiliation again!" Having achieved her goal, Leng Shan then pointed at Yang Kai and said: "The technique this person cultivates is Yang-attributed!"