The Sugar Mommy System: The Evil Young Master is Villain!!!

Chapter 175: The vision hunt -4 Prev



Swoosh!

Slash!

Slash!

Slash!

She lightly touched her sword and those dummies were instantly chopped into multiple pieces.

She was currently practicing her sword aura.

However, she also looked a little bothered.

She was hungry... She was hurry for essence.

As someone with devil origin, she was very hungry... And her hunger for essence would soar through the heavens whenever she was with Bai Lung.

His talent was too much, her inner thoughts would constantly fight.

"Wait... My origin is instantly hungry when near him but my origin is immortal swallowing origin... Does that mean Young Master has the talent and potential to reach immortality? The talent is insane...." she murmured under her breath.

Immortality was mountain above the mountain and, an average person barely ascend and Young Master has the talent to reach immortality yet he would spent very less time cultivating.

Insane.

But deep inside the Saintess was deeply impressed by his talent.

Immortality was a distant goal for most, yet Young Master seemed destined to attain it effortlessly.

After all, it\'s a fourth level world and they are merely at first level.

She knew that her own origin as a devil made her naturally drawn towards consuming essence, but she also felt a sense of admiration and wonder towards the young man\'s extraordinary potential after all he was her man.

But her hunger was real and she needed some origins but it\'s a pity she could only absorb immortal origins.

Devil origin is a double edge sword, once activated she needs to keep swallowing origins, or else the origins will swallow her own soul and erase her life.

As she continued to look at the scattered pieces of the straw dummies, the Saintess couldn\'t help but feel a combination of awe and concern.

If Young Master\'s talent and potential continued to grow at this rate, he would surely become an unmatched powerhouse in the cultivation world and even ascend.

If that happens won\'t he just leave her, never to return?

Haah*

The Saintess knew that she had to keep her inner conflict under control and channel her instincts towards helping Young Master instead of harming him.

But it was a constant struggle, especially when they were together, and her hunger for essence would threaten to take over.

So many things were on her mind.

She was like a straw puppet, useless and but can be used to pass time.

Saintess pauses and looks up at the sky, lost in her whirlwind of thoughts.

\'The heavens have truly blessed Young Master with untold potential. His talent to reach the heights of immortality is humbling and he doesn\'t lacks anything... Maybe we were never meant to be together no matter what happens or how many nights we shared...\'

She shakes her head softly.

"Ughh!!! I cannot help but worry. If he continues to grow at this pace, will he still need one such as I?"

Saintess\' brow furrows with conflicted emotions.

The talent difference was huge, even after absorbing the origin of an Immortal she couldn\'t match his talent.

Not to mention she had also received a vision.

\'My heart aches at the mere thought of being abandoned. After all, we have shared, the bond we have forged...\'

She clenches her fists, her hunger stirring within.

\'But I must not let my selfish desires cloud my judgment. I must find a way to channel this insatiable hunger into supporting Young Master, to ensure his rise to greatness... I should be happy that he can achieve something many of us want to achieve...\'

Her face turns gloomy.

The goal of cultivation was to reach immortality, but was it the end goal?

Who knows.

Haah* Haah*

Saintess takes a deep breath, resolve hardening in her eyes.

The red aura around turns pink and takes the shape of flowers, dancing with the air.

Tip! Tip! Tip!

Suddenly the rain starts to fall.

\'Ah!\' she looked surprised as an umbrella shielded her from the rain.

She looked at the person and it was Bai Lung.

"Young Master?... I thought you were refining the vessel jade..." She was surprised to find him here.

However Bai Lung simply stood there without answering.

Despite he didn\'t knew what was on her mind, he knew that she was hungry for some origin.

"Follow me..." He speaks.

"..."

"O-Ok...." Saintess had no idea what was going on or where he wants to take her but she decided to follow.

As the rain continued its gentle descent, the droplets like delicate beads on the leaves, as Bai Lung and the Saintess walked side by side.

She remained in silent wonder, occasionally glancing at him, unsure of his intentions yet drawn by a quiet sense of anticipation.

What was this?

Was he taking her somewhere hidden?

Their path wove through mist-shrouded woods and over narrow, winding trails that Bai Lung navigated with ease.

The Saintess, ever vigilant, wondered why he had chosen this route, yet she felt compelled to trust him, the faintest flicker of curiosity mingling with her stoic expression.

"Where... are we headed, Young Master?" she finally inquired, her voice low but unwavering.

She thought it would be naughty time.

Bai Lung offered a slight... An almost enigmatic smile.

"Patience. You\'ll see soon enough..."

They arrived at a secluded clearing where vibrant flowers bloomed even in the rain, their colors vivid against the misty backdrop.

Beneath a centuries-old cherry tree, its branches arched gracefully overhead, Bai Lung gestured for her to sit on a stone bench carved by nature\'s hand itself.

She took her place, absorbing the tranquility around them.

He set out a modest array of delicacies, each one chosen with care, knowing her refined tastes.

The Saintess regarded him with a rare, softened gaze, but her stoic demeanor remained, as if puzzled by his attentiveness.

What was young master doing? That\'s not like him at all.

"Is this for cultivation or training, Young Master?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

"Not today," he replied.

"Sometimes even the strongest cultivators must pause to honor the finer aspects of existence..."

They sat together in rare silence, the sound of rain pattering on leaves above them.

With that he handed her a small apple.

She looked at Apple, it wasn\'t something special when thousand year aura or anything.

But she looked a little happy.

She hurriedly took the bite.

As she tasted the apple, she felt a sensation that stirred her, something deeper than hunger and beyond her usual hunger for essence.

She felt seen.

"Umm!? What\'s this?" She questioned unable to hold her curiosity.

This looks totally ordinary apple but it can help her boost her Qi and suppress her hunger for origin.

It felt like this apple was created from using the origin itself.

Like in the mythology.

"I wonder what?" He simply responded.

"Eh? Please tell me... I will buy more of this apple..." She said hurriedly while taking another bite.

"Some things cannot be bought, Saintess,"

He said with a voice cold as ice.

"This is a gift, one that even the finest cultivators would find difficult to replicate. I simply wished for you to have it..."

She paused mid-bite, studying him with a perplexed look.

He was giving things? Well, he has plenty so he might as well.

The apple tasted ordinary, yet its essence soothed her inner hunger in a way no elixir or cultivation technique had ever managed.

She felt calm, as though a storm within her had been momentarily stilled.

"Why, Young Master?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Why go to such lengths?"

Bai Lung looked out over the clearing, his gaze distant. "Because even the fiercest cultivators need moments of peace," he replied, his tone steady.

"Especially those who carry such burdens. You bear much, Saintess, more than most realize. Consider this a small offering... a reprieve from that burden."

Saintess: "..."

The Saintess was silent, the weight of his words settling over her.

She felt her heart stir... a strange and unfamiliar warmth.

Was he caring for her? Wuuu! That\'s something new.

It was like a wasp making honey.

"Thank you, Young Master," She managed to speak, her voice unsteady. "I… I don\'t know what to say."

He inclined his head, a slight nod acknowledging her gratitude without needing more words.

The Saintess returned her attention to the apple, the delicate fruit now feeling more precious than any treasure... It was a gift.


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