I manage female characters in all the heavens.

Moreover, its earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a technique that allows it to burrow underground) is as fast as lightning. If it wants to escape, even if she has the ability to destroy its physical body, she cannot stop it at all.

This is a difficult problem to solve.

Fortunately, her strength is indeed not weak. The Tree Demon Granny is clearly wary of her. Before an irreconcilable conflict arises, the Tree Demon will not go crazy and fight her to the death, but will take the initiative to avoid her.

"Nie Xiaoqian" took a deep breath, leaped, and landed back on the ground from the roof.

She glanced back at the dark forest to the southeast, which was now empty, leaving only the silent night.

Realizing how troublesome the tree spirit was, she decided not to cause it any trouble right now.

She only knows martial arts now and doesn't have a good way to deal with the various strange spells of demons and monsters.

She decided that after she cultivated immortality and learned magic, she would return to severely punish this nemesis.

When we returned to the front yard, most people had already finished eating and were resting.

Several soldiers patrolling the courtyard simply nodded when they saw her, without asking any further questions.

She went into her room, closed the door, blew out the oil lamp, and lay down on the bed.

The night after the rain was exceptionally quiet, with only the sound of water dripping from the eaves, one drop after another, like some kind of slow countdown.

She closed her eyes, but couldn't fall asleep.

The night is still long.

The third quarter of the hour of Zi (11:45 PM).

A very slight noise came from outside the door.

The sound was very faint, so faint that an ordinary person would never be able to hear it, but to Nie Xiaoqian, it was as clear as if someone was drumming in her ear.

It was the sound of metal gently tapping the latch.

She didn't move, not even her breathing changed; she simply lay quietly in the darkness, waiting.

The latch was slowly removed.

The man's movements were light and practiced, clearly indicating that this wasn't his first time doing something like this.

finally--

With a soft "click," the latch was completely pried open.

The door was pushed open a crack from the outside, and a dark figure darted in.

It was a monk wearing a gray robe.

It was the same middle-aged monk who had been so hospitable to them during the day.

After entering the room, he gently closed the door, turned around, and his gaze fell on the bulging figure on the bed, a lewd smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Then, his gaze fell on a dagger beside his pillow, and he paused for a moment.

This girl keeps a dagger by her pillow when she sleeps. Is she that insecure?

But the thought only flashed through his mind and was quickly overwhelmed by desire.

He rubbed his hands together and tiptoed toward the bedside—

Just as he reached out, about to pull back the covers—

The next moment, the dagger beside the pillow suddenly flew up, turning into a bright streak of light that circled around his limbs in an instant.

The monk's expression changed drastically. Before he could react, a sharp pain shot through his limbs.

Click!

A crisp sound!

His hands and feet were broken off, and he fell to the ground.

"what--!!"

The piercing scream had barely escaped its lips when it abruptly stopped—

Because the dagger was already shoved into his mouth, choking the sound in his throat.

Nie Xiaoqian sat up in bed, her bare feet touching the cold floor tiles, and looked down at the monk lying on the ground.

Her expression was calm, even with a hint of lazy smile, as if she had just casually caught a noisy insect.

The monk's blood gradually flowed, staining a large area of ​​the ground red, causing him to feel dizzy in waves.

But he dared not move or shout, because the dagger that had severed his limbs was still in his mouth.

"Tell me about it."

"Nie Xiaoqian" spoke, her tone as casual as if she were asking about the weather, "What exactly does your Lanruo Temple want?"

This was a rhetorical question, but she enjoyed the thrill of the interrogation.

The monk stared wide-eyed, his lips trembling, as if he wanted to say something, but because his mouth was gagged, he dared not utter a sound.

"Oh, sorry."

"Nie Xiaoqian" waved her hand, and the dagger was pulled out of his mouth and plunged into his thigh.

"Ah!" Another scream rang out, and the monk was on the verge of collapse.

He screamed in agony, "Demoness! Let me go! This is a sacred Buddhist sanctuary, you...you..."

"Tsk, not cooperating at all. I'm very disappointed."

Nie Xiaoqian sighed and waved her right hand—

puff!

A head shot skyward!

Blood gushed from the headless neck, splashing in a shocking arc under the dim moonlight, splattering on the ground like a splashed ink painting.

The headless corpse swayed and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Nie Xiaoqian casually tossed the head out the door. The head rolled around in the yard a few times, covered in mud, before finally coming to a stop on the opposite steps.

The face still bore the mark of terror; he died with his eyes wide open.

Nie Xiaoqian stepped out of the house, stood in the courtyard, and looked up at the sky.

The rain continued to pour down, enough to wash away all traces of evil.

Very good, in this way her sin of annihilating the Lanruo Temple is naturally washed away.

If it's washed away, then there's no guilt!

"Nie Xiaoqian" walked briskly out of the courtyard and began her stroll in the rain.

The servants and soldiers were all drugged, so they wouldn't even notice if someone chopped off their heads.

The monks of Lanruo Temple had the same plan. There were more than a dozen monks in total. Except for the middle-aged monk who was the most intelligent and knew to take the young beauty by force first, the other monks were busy cutting off heads.

Upon arriving at the courtyard where the soldiers were stationed, "Nie Xiaoqian" immediately sensed a stronger sense of resentment and chill than in other places.

The resentment in the world gathered under the evil thoughts of the monks of Lanruo Temple, causing the concentration of resentment to rise significantly and further accelerating the monks' transformation.

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The monks' faces, which had previously held a hint of peace, were now contorted with rage.

The hand holding the knife, which had been trembling and moving sluggishly, was now as steady as a mountain and moved with decisive, clean movements.

Its once full body gradually withered and became skin and bones.

Nie Xiaoqian could see that, under the corrosive influence of the high concentration of resentment, the monks had little consciousness left, and their life force was as faint as a flickering candle.

They may appear to be still wreaking havoc, but in reality, they are already dead. What drives their bodies now is the instinct generated by the resentment of heaven and earth acting on their bodies.

As they slaughtered, their transformation was complete; they became living corpses. The blood of the dead soldiers seemed to be drawn to the living corpses and absorbed by them.

Nie Xiaoqian could see that not only blood, but also the soldiers' essence, vital energy, and soul were being absorbed at the same time, and the degree of exploitation was even more thorough than her absorption technique.

As they absorbed the energy, the aura of the undead gradually grew stronger, and their bodies were replenished, transforming them into powerful ghouls.

If left unchecked, it might become the invulnerable, incredibly strong giant corpse like the one in the second part of the trilogy, one that even Commander Zuo would find difficult to deal with.

However, to cultivate such a giant corpse, more than a hundred people are needed, and there must be requirements for the original body itself.

These monks who are living corpses do not seem to have the necessary qualifications at first glance.

"Nie Xiaoqian" watched as the soldiers were killed without having any intention of stopping them.

Although these soldiers were assigned by Nie Yan to protect his group, they were actually plotting to find a secluded mountain forest along the way to kill Nie Yan and his party, rob the Nie family of their wealth, and take possession of the Nie family's women.

The resentment of heaven and earth could cloud Nie Xiaoqian's spiritual senses, but it could not cloud her hearing.

She had already sentenced them to death after listening to their various ideas about how they wanted to treat her all the way.

Now that the monks of Lanruo Temple are doing the work for her, she's happy to have some free time.

She stood under the eaves, watching the monk-corpses rave about, like a boss with his hands in his pockets supervising his employees' hard work.

The people were killed by the zombies, and the zombies also devoured and absorbed them. When the time comes, she only needs to devour these zombies. Not only will she not be guilty, but she will even gain merit.

The only regret is that there are too few people here, and their quality is not high. If there were a few thousand people for the zombies to absorb, she could then devour them and strengthen her physical body to the limit in one go.

Now we can only hope that we'll encounter more good things like this in the future.

Suddenly, a very slight tremor came from the ground beneath my feet.

It was very faint, like something wriggling deep underground. If she hadn't possessed unparalleled skill and extremely keen hearing, she wouldn't have noticed it at all.

Immediately afterwards, the ground in the center of the yard cracked open with a "poof".

A thick, black tree root burst out of the ground, shooting out like a live snake and piercing precisely into the chest of a zombie!

The zombie only had time to let out a hoarse, inhuman roar before its entire body visibly withered away!

The essence of flesh and blood that it had just devoured and had not yet had time to transform was frantically drained by the tree root like a river bursting its banks. In just one breath, it was transformed back into a dried-up corpse with skin and bones.

That wasn't the end of it. The next moment, even its own living corpse essence was swallowed up by the tree roots, turning it into a dead corpse lying on the ground. Even the resentment of heaven and earth couldn't reactivate it, and it died completely.

The tree root suddenly yanked out of the mummified corpse's chest, swaying slightly in the air as if savoring its sweet taste, before swiftly plunging into its next target!

Seeing this scene, Nie Xiaoqian's face immediately darkened.