Chapter 210 Chapter 209 Ji Ma’s Jealousy
The sun had just set, and on the dim battlefield, Ji Ma’s scavenging was coming to an end.
“So poor!”
Ji Ma complained as she unfastened the rough and heavy chest armor of the large horned beast. Grabbing it with both hands, she bit down and exerted force, lifting the armor about ten centimeters off the ground, but her arms weakened, and the armor crashed back down.
Fuming, Ji Ma kicked the face of the large horned beast’s corpse.
“Now I have to recover your heavy, rusty junk armor too!”
With that, Ji Ma turned her head. Behind her was a small cart filled with axes, machetes, and a few golden trinkets, with another blank-faced “Ji Ma” standing at the back of the cart.
Ji Ma shouted to the fake Ji Ma, “Hey, hey, what are you dawdling for? Come over and help.”
The fake Ji Ma’s expression became animated as she walked and said, “What are you calling me for? I have no intelligence.”
“You’ve eaten so much of my magic and the power of lies, and you’re still not mature? A mature illusion should be able to move on its own.”
The fake Ji Ma walked to Ji Ma’s side, bent down to grab the edge of the chest armor, and said, “You and yourself exchanging barbs, aren’t you afraid of a split personality?”
“Even if I did split, you’re still not here to help me?”
Together, they strained to lift the chest armor onto the cart.
Ji Ma muttered, “So poor! There’s only one piece of armor.”
The fake Ji Ma replied, “You’re poorer! A proud platinum powerhouse is actually scavenging corpses personally.”
“Aren’t you here to help?”
“Essentially, there’s really only you, got it?”
The two girls pushed the cart together, saying in unison, “I’m really bored, arguing with myself.”
The wooden cart was filled to the brim, creaking as it was pushed over the uneven ground, passing by a small skull pile. The skull pile consisted of five beastman heads. Originally, Ji Ma had wanted to chop off six heads, but she didn’t have enough strength, and beheading was troublesome; she couldn’t keep it up.
Stuck into the skull pile was a “straight twig,” painted with blood to depict the blood god’s emblem.
Generally speaking, a great blood god would certainly look down on these five heads, but Ji Ma thought about how she had managed to escape a strong opponent yesterday (referring to her barely managing to escape), and after all, this could be seen as having held the blood god’s blessed twig, claiming the life of four cyclopes.
After offering so much blood to the blood god, wouldn’t He at least show some acknowledgment?
The straight twig emitted a faint blood glow, and Ji Ma was overjoyed. “Wow, He really showed some acknowledgment. You go touch it.”
As the fake Ji Ma reached out, she said, “You know the blood god doesn’t like displeasure, right?”
The moment her hand touched the straight twig, she shuddered all over, raising her head, her eyes glowing with blood. A surge of divine power shot through the connection between Ji Ma and the fake Ji Ma, like an electric current surging into Ji Ma’s mind.
Ji Ma didn’t have time to dismiss the “fake Ji Ma” before she was transported to a land filled with slaughter. The blood light cast the lead-gray clouds overhead, bright red against the darkened sky; the ravaged ground was littered with skull piles made of heads from various beings.
Before her, a throne made of heads loomed, blocking much of her view. On it sat a figure shrouded in red, details unclear. Its crimson eyes pierced through the mist, glaring at Ji Ma as it roared:
“Run? Coward! Blood! More blood! Bring me more blood!”
Ji Ma’s soul trembled, but fortunately, her spirit was very resilient, so it was just a tremor.
Still, it looked like a late-stage hyperthyroidism issue.
Ji Ma covered her ears.
“You must become stronger!”
Ji Ma could feel a divine power rushing toward her through the blood god’s emblem and through the fake Ji Ma.
Thanks to the strength of her soul, she managed to control herself and quickly severed the connection, causing the blood god’s blessing to dissipate.
Everything in front of her changed again. The fake Ji Ma held onto the straight twig tightly and did not disappear; she was surrounded by a faint red glow.
Without hesitation, Ji Ma drew her long sword, gripping it tightly, and swung down at the fake Ji Ma’s head. The head fell, and blood surprisingly oozed from the severed area. After the fake Ji Ma fell to the ground, her body twisted unexpectedly, becoming tangible. Ji Ma stabbed her several more times until her body finally stopped moving.
“I’ll pass on any personal blessings for now; I don’t want a mind full of killing.”
The blessings of the four gods always came with a price.
While receiving such a blessing would indeed make one stronger, Ji Ma did not want to end up in a quarrel with George, let alone physical conflict. Receiving blessings directly from the dark four gods would surely be seen as a fall from grace, which was not the same as receiving blessings on an item.
Having finally lured Eve Frostleaf into the palace, with a bright future ahead, Ji Ma did not want to risk that wonderful life.
The paper bearing the blood god’s emblem caught fire, and the blood light on the straight twig disappeared, becoming unclear under the night.
Ji Ma picked up the “straight twig,” feeling the texture as if it were metal after receiving the second blessing.
The blood god had indeed blessed this twig, confirming Ji Ma’s slaughter from yesterday but was very displeased with her escape, thus wanting to bless her directly to incite her to bring forth more bloodshed in this world.
Holding the “straight twig,” Ji Ma realized she no longer needed the power of lies; she could make the “straight twig” take on different forms at will. With just a thought, a poleaxe spear appeared in her hand.
The curve of the axe blade, the sharp spear tip, the hammerhead with spikes behind the axe blade—all looked just so perfect. The grooves for weight reduction were filled with blood-colored runes.
With such a weapon, a desire to kill surged forth.
She really wanted to try it out, to chop something that would scream and bleed.
Ji Ma quickly shook her head, reminding herself that time was short, with a certain silver-haired long leg waiting for her in the dream palace, suppressing the impulse.
Ji Ma admonished herself, “It’s influencing my will.”
But she couldn’t help but swing it around, thrusting a few times, reluctantly stuffing the straight twig into her dimensional space bag, pushing the cart over the headless corpse, and moving toward the hidden “entrance to the dream palace.”
She glanced back at the headless corpse slowly turning to blood.
Based on the demon king Ji Ma’s experience, blessings wouldn’t come so easily.
When the blood god blessed him with a mount, he had to subdue a head beast in battle first for it to become a mount; that was customary. Every year, a considerable number of blood god followers die under blessings.
So why were these two blessings so easy? Was there some conspiracy?
Thinking of this, Ji Ma scoffed at herself.
What conspiracy could the blood god have? When it comes to scheming, any old farmer pulled off the street would be better than the blood god.
Back in the dream palace, Ji Ma dumped the spoils slightly better than garbage from the cart into a pile of loot.
Afterward, she headed to the kitchen, where all the ingredients were prepared.
Liane wiped the sweat off her forehead. When she saw Ji Ma coming, her red cat ears perked up with joy. She clasped her hands in front of her stomach and bent respectfully, saying, “Master, I’ve finished everything.”
“Did you cut your hand? Is it a problem?”
“Master, it’s no problem.”
“Good.” Ji Ma wrapped an apron around herself, sat on a computer chair, and picked up a spatula. “You go practice a backflip.”
“A backflip?”
“You forgot something?”
Liane hurriedly said, “At your command, Master. I’ll go right now.”
With that, she turned to leave.
Ji Ma snapped her fingers, and a yoga mat appeared behind Liane’s feet. “Practice here; I’ll guide you. Aim to learn it before dinner.”
Liane took off her boots and stood on the yoga mat, saying, “At your command, Master.”
She was still confident. Just as she was contemplating how to perform a backflip…
“Oh right,” Ji Ma said. “Turn into a cat and learn the backflip.”
Liane stared blankly, “Huh?”
“Uh-huh?”
“At.. at your command, Master.”
With a puff, Liane transformed into an orange cat, her chubby belly resting on the yoga mat. She pushed with her front limbs and exerted her hind legs, trying to lift her heavy body into the air…
An hour later.
Ji Ma was full, leaning back in her chair, barefoot, legs crossed, using a toothpick to pick at her teeth, pointing at Liane the cat squatting beside the red bed, saying, “Little Li, do a backflip.”
“Meow.”
Liane the cat, like a well-trained police dog, jumped onto the red bed, but due to her weight, the soft bed gave way, creating a large dent.
Out of politeness, Eve Frostleaf stood to the side, watching Liane the cat.
Liane the cat tried hard to do a backflip, but unfortunately, her cat form was too hefty. She tried several times and failed before finally rolling backward once.
After failing, Liane the cat looked at Ji Ma with guilt.
Ji Ma didn’t blush or skip a beat, sighing to the ice queen Frostleaf beside her, “This cat could do backflips when she was younger; it’s just that she got fat later and can’t do it anymore.”
Eve Frostleaf nodded politely and said, “I’ll borrow the bathroom.”
Ji Ma stood up and walked alongside her, grinning ambiguously, “By the way, I’ll study the curse on you.”
Eve Frostleaf’s legs were longer than Ji Ma’s, and she walked half a step ahead, shaking her head. “After seeing George sign the contract.”
Ji Ma’s smile almost stiffened.
We’re all women, just taking a look at each other’s bodies and splashing some warm water… how annoying, even that is not allowed.
Looking at Eve Frostleaf’s expressionless face.
Feeling malicious, Ji Ma thought of a spell, transforming the room ahead, and the door creaked open by itself. As the two women passed, they naturally saw the interior setting.
Ji Ma remarked, “Oh dear, the door opened by itself again.”
Eve Frostleaf unconsciously glanced at the door, her ears slightly reddening.
The room appeared as if it had just been through a fierce battle, with whips, fox tails, leather collars, handcuffs, half a candle, and half a suspicious bottle scattered on the floor. The sheets were a mess, and the glass water bottle meant for hydration was empty, with just the base left.
Ji Ma closed the door with an “excuse me,” saying, “Sorry, our three-person session was pretty intense before the battle, and I’m lazy, so I didn’t clean up.”
Eve Frostleaf remained expressionless and silent.
Ji Ma took her to the bathroom, personally handing her a bath towel, saying, “The water is ready, wash up well, and sleep nicely tonight.”
Eve Frostleaf opened the bathroom door, finding a bathing pool filled with water and a device resembling torture equipment with iron frames, suspended chains, and various shackles, sufficient to restrain a person’s neck, hands, waist, and even legs.
She stared for a moment, her long ears turning faintly red as she turned away to find Ji Ma.
“Ah, ah, ah, I apologize; I forgot to put away the ‘lifeline,'” Ji Ma said cheerfully as she placed the iron frame on the cloud of floating ideas, “Don’t be fooled by George’s serious demeanor, looking like he’s been castrated; behind the scenes… tsk tsk tsk, he’s quite wild, likes to pull hair, and enjoys using whips. Without this, drowning is easy.”
Eve Frostleaf could no longer hold back and exclaimed, “You’re lying!”
“Mm? How do you know?” Ji Ma tilted her head suspiciously at Eve Frostleaf, “Did you hide behind the door and listen?”
Eve Frostleaf’s face showed a hint of disgust, but her ears turned completely red as she changed the subject. “Is there another bathroom?”
“Of course not.”
With that, Ji Ma shut the bathing pool door, and her voice came from behind it, “Wash well, and have a nice sleep.”
That evening, after taking a two-hour bath, Eve Frostleaf returned to her room, carefully inspecting everything. It looked like a perfectly normal room.
She didn’t lock the door and lay down on the bed, blowing out the candlelight and falling asleep.
That night, she dreamed of a fallen paladin named George suddenly shooting out from under the blankets, crude and furious, chasing her down. She rode a silver steed to escape, running and running, but in the end, she was caught, grabbed by the hair, thrown into the mud, and had her head pressed down as he beat her all night long.
