Invincible At The Start

Chapter 202, Sister, What Are You Doing Here?

Translator: Tamon

Translation Checker: Silavin

Despite this being Ah’Miao’s second time she came to Everlasting Jade Lake, it didn’t help to dull the horror factor.

Any other time, she wouldn’t be caught dead or alive, coming here again, but she needed the immortal legacy in the tomb if she wanted to stand a chance at the disciple contest.

At least she had Flood Dragon Hei to keep her company; she would never have come alone.

Hei was uneasy as well, swallowing dryly and jumpy.

He was a Spirit Severing demon, yes, but there were rumors of Empty Immortals and Immortal Slayers having died in these waters.

The old supreme experts of the Nine Province Continent were also buried here, adding to the undying freaks of nature this place seemed to have in spades.

“Ah’Miao, where’s the tomb?” Flood Dragon Hei sent to her.

“A little further.”

Last time, she was on the chase for a fat and juicy butterfly koi when she stumbled on the tomb in these waters.

The floating bodies, the bleak mood, and their black holes for eyes worked on her nerves. She gulped, keeping her distance from them as they moved.

The deeper they went, the more bodies they found, closer and closer. One might think they were in hell.

The bodies’ death aura grew as well, ranging from Foundation Establishment to Golden Core.

Ah’Miao and Hei were tense and paranoid, taking away any interest in banter.

On their journey through this muck, they swallowed more death crystals to hide their living auras. But then, the death energy up ahead spiked out of nowhere.

As they passed another thick group of corpses, the view opened up into and a city.

Hei started, “A city? Here?”

Ah’Miao nodded, relaxing at long last. “Yes, nya. The city has been around for ages. The entrance to the tomb is inside.”

Ah’Miao was eager to enter the Everlasting City, but a corpse floated close in front of her, with pasty skin, closed eyes, and long hair spread out like feelers.

Ah’Miao bypassed it when the corpse’s eyes snapped open. Thick death energy was released as its white hand snatched Ah’Miao’s ankle.

“Ahhh!”

Her right leg grew colder and gave Ah’Miao a fright. Her tail and cat ears stood straight.

Hei’s spiritual power exploded as he punched the corpse to dust. He winced.

“Curses, why are the corpses here waking up when we’re hiding our aura with the crystals?”

Ah’Miao looked around and tried to speak, but nothing came out. The two were surrounded by corpses.

Hei was dumbstruck, pushing Ah’Miao behind him.

“Just what the hell is going on here? We took those crystals, so why are there so many undead waking up?”

The countless waking corpses turned undead. Their death energy surged, fixing their eerie eyes on the two and shrieking like savages. The undead went mad in their charge to tear into their flesh.

…

Five days until the disciple contest and counting.

The Absolute Domain was experiencing a constant influx of cultivators of all kinds. Be it human or Demons, even of other races, all kind of talents came. And all expressed endless curiosity towards the golden tower.

Regardless of what they imagined about it, they were certain it had something to do with the disciple contest.

In a cave inside the Absolute Domain, the air was filled with the sounds of joy and merrymaking.

A youth with white hair lay buck-naked on the bed, sickly and pale.

Surrounding him were girls, one prettier than the next and equally bare, all serving the youth.

In short, love, or lust, was in the air.

The bed itself was special too, having an immortal air, that of an Immortal Equipment.

It was clear to any observer that the youth engaged in a vigorous and passionate desire for dual cultivation as he sucked in the Absolute Domain’s Immortal Energy.

His cultivation grew every second.

It wasn’t just him that was getting stronger, with the girls on the bed relishing in the same extra reward.

On a more important note, there were 19 girls, all of high cultivation. Ten at Nascent Soul Stage and nine at Spirit Severing Stage.

What’s even more incredible was the youth with white hair at the 8th layer of Spirit Severing Stage.

A cold voice sounded from outside. “Qin Xiuwen, get out here right now!”

The youth grimaced and scrambled out of the immortal bed. “Girls, your husband will be back shortly.”

The 19 gorgeous girls obediently waited for him on the bed with intoxicated eyes, wishing he’d stay for longer.

Qin Xiuwen walked out and saw a girl in a black dress, her flawless features robbing one’s attention.

The girl looked to be around eighteen, slender as if sculpted from jade, and with an icy demeanor. She had a soft yet frosty complexion, a perfect face, refined and sublime.

A truly gorgeous woman!

Qin Xiuwen would rather see anyone but her, however, too afraid to look her in the eye.

Qin Xiuwen cleared his voice, starting weakly, “Sister, w-what are you doing here?”