4 - Not Dizzy, I Tell You!

Yin curiously studied the group of white-robed poker-faced mortals that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Their discipline was impeccable, and it could be said that Ye Mo had personally trained these people to be the best among elites in the Ye Sect.

She wondered if they'll be fun to play with. She had not played for a long, long time.

Based on the fluctuations being emitted from their bodies, Yin could already measure what kind of resources she could expect in such a tiny world. This place might be not the lowest of realms and at least had a cultivating system unlike that one place she visited before – what's that planet again? Earth? – but it was just as insignificant as dust compared to the grand worlds Yin had seen before.

Maybe it was too early to judge, maybe it was wrong to use Ye Mo as the standard and she was yet to meet the pinnacle existence in this world, but Yin needed to make up her mind now lest she forgets it later. It's not like anyone would berate her for getting wrong intel.

She had already made a biased judgment based on what she had seen so far. This world has a relatively so-so amount of spirituality, thus allowing a so-so level of cultivation, like that of Ye Mo's, to be reached by its inhabitants.

Guess, beggars really couldn't be choosers.

However, these inhabitants… they looked and smelled a hundred percent human. Normal, typical humans.

Ptooey!

How dull!

Not that Yin had any prejudice against humans or favored other creatures. In fact, she knew that humans are created to have the best potentials and even if they were quite pitiful at the beginning stages of cultivation, they were one of the best vessels of Dao.

So, what's the problem then? Why was she so disturbed?

It's the horrifying truth that a world full of only humans are unquestionably boring with a capital B.

Diversity is the key to happiness! There had to be more creatures out there, right?

It would be awesome if there are wyrmwolves or succubae or even taoties in this world. Maybe, once Yin starts cultivating this porky midget's body, she could then recruit a few interesting fellows and start recreating a smaller scale version of the most devilish sect that flourished back in the Realm of Celestial Deities.

The taboo of taboos! The nightmare of hundred thousands of realms! A cause of torment that even Time could not reverse!

Her awesome devilish sect was a cursed existence that treated all mortals and immortals as equals, one that left even the most terrifying, hideous and unwilling deities and devils bitter, helpless and weak.

Yin had singlehandedly created it, and it was her proudest masterpiece.

The Church of… Love!

Yes, love!

In this world, in order to relieve her boredom from the expected dry cultivation in the upcoming years, Yin would spread love and torment all people with it!

"Hee hee..."

For some reason, Elder Ye Mo shivered as a faint sense of danger enveloped him. He subconsciously glanced at the little girl standing three feet away from him.

Maybe it was his imagination?

Ye Mo shook his head. Impossible. This little princess might be a nutcase, but she was a mortal through and through. He had scanned her with his divine sense to make sure. Besides, she was too young. The average age to start cultivation was between ten to thirteen years old. At her current age, she would never amount to anything as a cultivator even if she started meditating inside the womb.

Tonight's massacre must have affected his Dao heart, so he was imagining things.

"Everyone, thoroughly check the remains of the victims for identification. Send those intact bodies to their families for a funeral. For the rest, build a public mass grave for them and make sure no demonic cultivator will be able to get any advantage from this. Contact the other scout groups, even those from the Wu family and the Ravenrise Mercenaries, to continue monitoring the forest and nearby villages. Protect the commoners."

"Yes, Elder!" the members of the Ye Sect answered.

"Hmm?" All of a sudden, Yin felt like the world looked a little funny. The ground under her seemed to be dancing in waves. "What is this? So uncomfortable... Wait, I think I've read this in a book. Is this what humans call 'high'? Am I high? Is this high? Hey, old fogey –"

"Who are you calling old fogey?" Ye Mo almost spat out blood. "You're dizzy because of blood loss, you brat. Ye Hua! Xuan'er!"

He then called out to the two youngest members of the group. A tall, sword-wielding man around twenty and a lovely, gentle-looking woman stood out from the crowd.

"Uncle!" The two bowed in respect. Ye Hua is Ye Mo's nephew, while Wu Xuan'er is his newly-married wife.

Ye Mo waved his hand, causing the wind to pick and let Yin, who was about to fall face-first on the ground, to float mid-air.

"Take Little Yin with you. Xuan'er, I'll be troubling you to carry her. This girl has some issues about her virtue and refuses to be touched by a guy. I don't know how she was raised but that's so obsolete," Ye Mo could only sigh, before turning to his nephew. "Try to heal her as much as you can. Her heart artery seems to be damaged. Maybe her companions did some abstruse spell to keep her alive so we can't let their sacrifice be put to waste. I don't know how long she's been hurt, but if you don't treat her at once, she'll be dead in a day."

Wu Xuan'er carefully wrapped her thin arms around the bloody little girl. She could not help but marvel at how much injuries the girl had suffered. How much life force was forced into her body to keep her alive up to this point?

Yin, unaware of her thoughts, chuckled at the woman's dumb expression.

"Hey, I'm not dizzy!" she protested. "I'm high~ High, I tell you~"