Chapter 188
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Chapter 188: Title
Though the title of beggar carried unpleasant connotations, the actual experience proved remarkably fulfilling. This held especially true for Xue Ming and Li You from Criminal Organizations, who after subduing troublemaking beggars, rose to become leaders of the beggars in their district.
Their makeshift shelters provided basic coverage, while food—provided it wasn’t putrid—remained barely edible. What choice did they have? Maintaining low profiles became crucial to avoid becoming targets.
Coming from modern society, Li You and Xue Ming endured this harsh reality through sheer stubbornness bordering on self-torment.
Nevertheless, their entry into the city marked successful settlement—a feat placing them among the more fortunate plane crash survivors navigating Hanjiang.
Just the previous night, Lilith’s teleportation scroll had scattered countless souls across untamed wilderness. Many remained trapped in those primordial forests.
Of the hundred passengers aboard that ill-fated flight, Practitioners formed the minority. Ordinary people dominated the numbers.
Much like how compulsory education varies across nations, cultivation following the Awakening of Spiritual Energy hadn’t reached universal adoption—mundane lives still prevailed.
Yet given time, subsequent generations would naturally develop enhanced physical strength and longevity through Spiritual Energy’s influence, even without active cultivation—these invisible boons of the new era.
This organic evolution outpaced humanity’s life sciences research. Current life technology might require centuries to achieve triple-digit lifespans for all—assuming such breakthroughs ever became accessible.
Ordinary people teleported into wilderness faced mortal peril from ordinary predators alone. Those particularly unfortunate met fates too grim to contemplate.
Lilith walked openly through the small town streets, her presence instinctively ignored by every passerby.
After studying local women’s attire, she transformed her clothing with an eyebrow lift—a superficial nod to local customs.
Rules held no sway over this witch. Occupying a tier among divine beings, her power eclipsed even this world’s Heavenly Dao.
Yet she saw no need for confrontation here. Two reasons stayed her hand: disinterest and disdain.
This feeble Heavenly Dao had strained itself shackling her cultivation through Heavenly Dao chains—necessary precautions against her world-shaking power.
Typically, Heavenly Dao suppression matched a world’s strongest native Practitioner. Compared to others treading carefully, Lilith moved with unrestrained freedom.
Now garbed appropriately, she approached a disturbance up ahead.
At the scene, a fourteen-year-old girl stood encircled by a lecherous middle-aged man and two lackeys.
Though Lilith frequented Western magic realms more than Eastern cultivation worlds, certain scenarios transcended cultural boundaries—this crude abduction attempt being universal.
The witch absorbed every detail: fearful crowd reactions, hesitant would-be rescuers. Her expertise in human manipulation recognized the dynamics instantly.
When the girl disappeared into the distance, Lilith’s gaze fell upon a fallen old man and his overturned stall at the crowd’s edge. An intriguing welcome indeed.
Inaction seemed improper.
Her fingers snapped, releasing a bat from her sleeve. Why would a witch employ blood clan abilities? Those versed in Western myths know Lilith’s connection to Cain.
Mythology remembers Lilith as Adam’s first wife-turned-Satan’s consort. Cain—second son of Adam and Eve—learned dark arts from her during exile.
Their relationship defies simple labels: mentor and protégé, or stepmother and stepson.
(Alternative legends suggest carnal ties between them—colorful theories unanimously rejected by Blue Star’s mythologists. Such reckless fabrications ceased after hellish entities and Vatican City revised their scriptures.)
The bat spread its wings to follow the old man rising from the ground, while Lilith herself moved toward where the girl had been dragged away.
She indeed intended to act, though soul-tempting should properly occur at night – demons hold no fondness for daylight endeavors.
The destination proved to be the finest residence Lilith had seen during her wanderings – a three-section courtyard with green bricks and black tiles towering above neighboring hovels.
"Not unpleasant," Lilith remarked from her perch atop the wall, crimson eyes casually scanning the compound.
With no imminent escape from this realm, securing suitable lodgings became essential. This place would suffice.
Dropping silently into the courtyard, she wandered until discovering the lewd man from earlier in a bedchamber, chasing the panicked girl.
She remained motionless but for the faint crease between her brows.
This unfamiliar world’s language eluded her – the Hanjiang’s Heavenly Dao had only granted basic knowledge when binding her with chains.
Her pale finger extended toward the man’s forehead without touching flesh.
The lewd man collapsed instantly, limbs twitching in seizure.
Lilith rifled through his soul’s memories with practiced efficiency, discarding trivialities like chaff from wheat.
Within moments, she’d absorbed both the world’s fundamentals and its linguistic patterns.
She spared neither glance nor pity for the trembling girl before departing.
This backwater town lacked notable threats – no bandits, no martial artists (Practitioners?), merely the Zhao family’s second master preying on maidens.
He’d nearly succeeded in claiming the tofu-seller’s daughter today, thwarted only by Lilith’s interference.
Hanjiang brimmed with legends – like the "Sword Immortal Slaying the Tree Monster" tale from decades past, though none living witnessed this supposed flying swordsman’s deed.
Martial artists held modest prestige here, explaining Zhao Er’s unchecked tyranny. The Zhao family’s strongest seventh-rank warrior wouldn’t rate as Tier One in Lilith’s estimation – mere insects beneath her notice.
"Pity," Lilith mused before a weathered door, rapping knuckles against wood. "Some tasks suit insects."
Whether seventh-rank or commoner, all were ants differing only in size. Choosing which to crush or employ mattered not.
Her mythic-era reputation for capricious cruelty had mellowed slightly after the Heavenly Dao’s first great conflict – though "mellowed" meant merely refraining from obliterating irritants immediately.
The door creaked open to reveal an old man gaping at the crimson-clad vision.
"Miss… whom do you seek?"
"You."
Her seemingly casual push swung the door wide with irresistible force.
"Close this," she commanded without turning, "if you value your granddaughter’s life."
The old man’s protest died as scarlet fabric swirled past. Against reason, he bolted the door.
A bat detached from eaves to alight on Lilith’s forearm, wings folded in submission.
"Can you truly save Yun’er?" The old man’s voice cracked with desperate hope.
Lilith tilted her face toward daylight. "The sun still reigns. Bring me sweet bean curd – I’m told yours pleases the palate."
Her inherent allure overwhelmed resistance. The man shuffled kitchenward without protest.
"Scout the Dayan Dynasty’s capital," she instructed the bat, tweaking its fangs while infusing magic. Eastern realms always made spellcasting feel… viscous.
The creature trembled, wings clamped tight.
"Go."
With a leathern flutter, it arrowed toward Xijing Prefecture through amber twilight.
