A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 436: The Half-Breed (2)

"...It seems the blood of your father runs strong in you."

The young Purple Death stared at the stranger with empty, wary eyes.

Her small hands clenched into fists, purple flames still flickering weakly around her fingers.

The hooded man stopped a few meters away, continuing to clap softly.

"You’ve been running and hiding your whole life, haven’t you? Chased like a pest, beaten and humiliated. Told over and over again that you don’t deserve to exist."

He tilted his head slightly, his smile widening.

"So tell me, child... how does it feel? To finally make them pay?"

At the question, the little girl remained silent for a long moment.

Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, cracked by years of suppressed pain, she answered.

"...It doesn’t feel like anything."

The hooded man chuckled softly.

"Good. That means you’ve learned the truth, and at your age, you’re already more mature than most adults."

He folded his hands behind his back and walk around the little girl.

"People think revenge will heal them. They spend years chasing it, convincing themselves that killing their enemies will fill the emptiness inside them. But when it’s finally done..."

He shook his head.

"...they realize nothing has changed."

His gaze settled on her.

"Hatred was never the destination. It was merely the force that pushed you forward. Now that your revenge is complete, that hatred has nowhere to go, leaving only emptiness behind."

Seeing the silent girl, a faint smile appeared beneath his hood as he continue.

"Remember this. There is no shame in feeling nothing. Emotions cloud judgment. Grief, joy, fear, love... they all become weaknesses when they control you."

He raised a finger.

"But hatred is an exception."

"Hatred can be focused, refined, sharpened..."

His voice dropped to a low whisper.

"...until it becomes a blade."

He extended a gloved hand toward her.

"Come with me. I can teach you how to turn that pain into strength. How to make the world fear you instead of the other way around."

Then a faint chuckle escaped him.

"The Rain Pavilion has always welcomed those the world fears... Those it calls monsters."

"And I think you’ll fit in just fine."

Young Purple Death stared at the offered hand for a long time.

The crackling of the flames was the only sound that remained.

Then, without a word, she slowly reached out and took it.

She had already made her choice.

Since the world wanted her dead so badly...

Then she would live... no matter what.

It was her final act of defiance against a world that had reject everything about her.

The man smiled faintly beneath his hood.

"Good choice, little serpent. From this day onward, you will no longer be a pitiful half-breed struggling to survive."

His grip tightened slightly.

"...You will become something far more dangerous."

He turned and began walking into the darkness, leading her away from the burning ruins of her past.

Purple Death followed without looking back, as there was nothing left for her there.

As they disappeared into the night, the flames continued to consume the village behind them... a funeral pyre for the girl she once was.

And from those ashes, a monster was born.

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Meanwhile...

Purple Death’s eyes snapped open.

For a brief moment, confusion flashed across her face.

She felt something thick and hot buried deep inside her, pulsing against the walls of her womb.

And a strange, warm energy was flowing into her body, slowly repairing the broken bridge between her soul and flesh.

But her assassin instincts immediately took over.

’This man... he’s inside me.’

Realizing this, her killing intent surged like a storm.

Ignoring the invasive fullness deep inside her, she wrapped her long, toned thighs tightly around Li Feng’s waist, locking him in place.

Her pupils glowed with cold murderous rage as a dagger formed from condensed spiritual energy appeared in her hand.

Without hesitation, she stabbed viciously toward the side of his neck, aiming to sever his carotid artery in a single, lethal strike.

But the spiritual dagger struck his skin with a sharp metallic sound... and shattered instantly into countless glowing motes of light.

Purple Death’s eyes widened in genuine surprise.

"What...?"

Her dagger, formed from her own compressed spiritual energy had broken apart like fragile glass the moment it touched his neck.

Not even a scratch was left on his skin.

Li Feng, who had been savoring the tight heat of her body, slowly opened his eyes and looked down at her with a calm expression.

The vision he had just experienced felt like it lasted a long time, yet in reality, it was nothing but an instant as he saw a fragment of her entire life in the past.

Seeing the man awaken, Purple Death’s killing intent surged even higher.

Her two serpent horns fully emerged from her head, while her pupils narrowed into vertical slits.

She abandoned the broken dagger and used both hands to strangle his neck with raw fury.

Her fingers dug into his skin as she tried to crush his windpipe.

"You... filthy... bastard...!"

Her voice was hoarse, filled with rage and humiliation.

She was still impaled by his manhood, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, but her hands were now locked around his throat, squeezing with murderous intent.

However, after just a few seconds, she suddenly paused.

Her vertical pupils trembled slightly as she stared into Li Feng’s eyes.

There was something strange in his gaze.

It wasn’t fear.

It wasn’t anger.

It wasn’t even lust.

It was...

A deep, quiet, almost gentle sympathy.

For a moment, Purple Death froze.

She had seen countless expressions directed at her throughout her life... fear, hatred, disgust, greed, desire... but never this.

Never pity.

Since birth, she had been unusually sensitive to the emotions of others.

It was a skill born from a lifetime of surviving among people who wanted her dead.

And because of that, right now... she could instinctively tell that the compassion in his eyes was genuine.

As those unfamiliar eyes met hers, Purple Death’s grip loosened ever so slightly.

Confusion flickered across her face, quickly followed by irritation.