"Help?" Evan Yang paused, descended, released the woman's hand, and asked, "What's wrong?"
The people nearby quickly gathered around, and the old village chief hurriedly pulled the little girl over and said, "She's just talking nonsense."
"I'm not talking nonsense, Grandpa Chief. Let me speak!" the little girl insisted stubbornly.
Evan found the little girl adorable and genuinely wanted to help, so he asked, "Go ahead, tell me."
Once Evan spoke, the people around didn't dare say much more. After all, they'd seen him fly with their own eyes—he was an immortal in their eyes.
"Big brother, there's a monster near our village! It's made it so I can't go up the mountain anymore. Can you help us drive it away?" the little girl said.
"Monster? What does it look like?" Evan asked, surprised.
"It's all furry and black. We call it the Black Monster," the little girl said.
Evan glanced at the villagers' expressions. They all wanted him to act, but were afraid of his temper—after all, immortals weren't supposed to intervene just because someone asked.
To them, Evan was an immortal, but in his own eyes, he was still just a regular person. So he asked, "Village chief, is this true?"
"Yes, that's right. It's about a kilometer north of here. It often comes out to steal our livestock, and we don't dare go north anymore—if we do, we disappear without a trace," the old village chief sighed.
Evan nodded, then said to the old village chief, "I'll go take a look."
"Thank you," the old village chief said excitedly. The burly men around him also expressed their gratitude, and the little girl came over, took Evan's hand, and smiled, "Thank you, big brother."
"You stay here," Evan said to the woman.
The woman had been listening to their conversation the whole time. Now, hearing that she was to stay behind, she felt unwilling, but there was nothing she could do—her cultivation was sealed. So she asked, "Are you sure you want to go?"
"How could I just ignore it?" Evan replied, then vanished in a flash. Seeing Evan's profound power, the villagers were overjoyed—they could finally be rid of the Black Monster.
The woman then asked the little girl, "What exactly does the monster look like? And what abilities does it have?"
"Just like I said before. Also, it can summon wind and rain, even change the color of the sky," the little girl replied.
"Could it be a Wind–Rain Spirit Beast?" the woman exclaimed in shock.
"Big sister, what are you talking about?" the little girl asked, confused.
The woman said, "It's nothing." But inside, she was deeply alarmed. If it really was that kind of spirit beast, Evan would surely die—its strength was at least Heavenly-Immortal level, and with bad luck, it could even be Profound-Immortal.
Meanwhile, Evan had no idea and was already heading toward the destination.
"Where exactly is it?" Evan flew through the air, spreading his divine sense in all directions to search.
He soon spotted a lake not far away. The lake looked strange, with wisps of vapor rising from its surface.
"This lake is odd," Evan muttered to himself, then flew closer.
Looking more closely, he saw strands of black fur floating on the lake. "Could these be the monster's fur?"
Faced with this situation, Evan decided to test whether there really was a monster in the water. He waved his hand, summoning a bolt of lightning that shot straight into the lake.
Crackle—water conducts electricity. Fish and shrimp below were stunned and floated to the surface, forming a mass of floating creatures. Just as Evan wondered if the monster wasn't there after all, the water began to stir—bubbles rose up from below.
Soon, the water erupted in commotion. A creature emerged—pitch-black, covered in fur, shaped somewhat like a horse but not quite. Its fur stood on end from the electric shock.
"Are you the spirit beast that's been stealing the villagers' livestock?" Evan asked.
The spirit beast grew furious when it saw Evan causing trouble again. It had finally managed to get some sleep, only to be woken up by Evan.
"Roar!" the spirit beast bellowed.
"What are you roaring for? I'm going to teach you a lesson today," Evan said, and hurled several balls of flame at it.
The spirit beast was enraged. It spat water at the flames, dousing them as they flew toward it. The flames pierced through the water, startling the beast, which then dashed swiftly into the air.
Suddenly, the beast looked skyward. Evan wondered what it was up to, but then the sky overhead darkened. Rain began to fall, and a strong wind kicked up.
Normally, a little wind and rain wouldn't affect people much. But this rain was like needles, pattering down. When it hit Evan, he instantly realized it was no ordinary rain—his arm was bleeding in several places, and he quickly sealed the wounds.
Besides that, the wind was like a blade—wherever it cut, it left wounds. Faced with this, Evan was shocked. He tried to use a spiritual shield, but it couldn't withstand the relentless, bizarre attacks.
The spirit beast was clearly pleased with itself, emitting a sharp, piercing sound.
In the village, the woman saw the changes in the sky and exclaimed, "It really is a Wind–Rain Spirit Beast!"
Unfortunately, she couldn't use her immortal power and was unable to help. She worried silently, "He should be fine, right?" Her divine sense could only see darkness, unable to discern what was happening inside.
At this point, Evan had met a tough opponent. His flames were blown away by the wind, and he struggled to fend off the attacks. "Damn it, what kind of spirit beast is this?" Evan cursed inwardly.
The Wind–Rain Spirit Beast was smug—it felt Evan had provoked it, and now it was teaching him a lesson.
At this moment, Evan tried everything he could to bring the beast down—otherwise, he'd be stuck here until he ran out of strength and died. "Use flying needles, but its wind is too strong," he thought.
Evan thought about using flying needles and other elemental attacks, but none worked. Facing this situation, he could only try lightning again.
Lightning struck again—thunder rumbled as bolts fell like swift swords, slashing down from above the beast's head.
The beast took a direct hit to the head, dazed for a moment. The wind and rain stopped, giving Evan a brief respite—but it didn't actually injure the beast. "Damn, I'm still not strong enough," Evan realized. He knew the beast's power was several ranks above a Heavenly-Immortal; lightning could only stun it for a moment.
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Just as Evan was about to attack with fire again, the beast recovered. Evan struck with lightning once more, but the beast had learned—it dodged quickly.
"Using wind to dodge?" Evan noticed it was flying with its unique wind attribute.
After flying for a while, the beast unleashed wind and rain again. Evan was alarmed and quickly protected himself, then continued to wait for the right moment to strike with lightning.
The Wind–Rain Spirit Beast had learned its lesson. Whenever Evan unleashed lightning, it dodged. The two were evenly matched—it was a test of endurance to see who would last longer.
"Damn, this beast is way tougher than me," Evan muttered to himself.
The Wind–Rain Spirit Beast was also thinking about how to wear Evan down.
So man and beast fought fiercely, until finally Evan gritted his teeth and unleashed his full power—a massive bolt of lightning struck down on the Wind–Rain Spirit Beast.
The beast was about to unleash its strongest attack—combining wind and rain—just as Evan's lightning struck. Both attacks landed at the same time.
Both man and beast were hit. The Wind–Rain Spirit Beast was struck and fell from the sky, while Evan's body was shattered—if not for the Tianhan Seed saving him in time, he'd have been gravely injured.
"Pfft." Evan coughed up blood, but had no time to worry about it. He hurried over to the Wind–Rain Spirit Beast and, before it could wake up, quickly sealed it and threw it into the tower.
Then he struggled to his feet. "I won't die," he said.
He wiped away the blood and, barely able to fly, made his way toward the village. As he approached, he finally couldn't hold on and landed. The villagers saw him covered in wounds, looking as if he'd been trampled, and were terrified.
At that moment, the villagers' main concern was whether the monster had been dealt with, and if it would come back to bother them.
Evan said, "I've taken care of it." Then, unable to hold on any longer, he fainted.
When the crowd heard he'd handled it, they rejoiced. They knew Evan had risked his life for them, so they quickly carried him into a house and arranged for someone to take care of him.
The woman was naturally by Evan's side, struggling internally: "Should I kill him?"
At this moment, she could easily kill Evan and regain her freedom after a day. But she remembered Evan had fought for the villagers, and attacking him now would be too despicable. She endured, muttering, "Lucky you—I'm feeling generous. But once you send me home, I'll settle the score with you."
After that, the little girl came in carrying a basin of water and said to the woman, "Big sister, I know you're big brother's friend. Help him clean up, okay? I'll go get some food for you." She left the woman stunned.
"She wants me to clean him up? Is she serious?" The woman was dumbfounded, rolling her eyes. "He won't die—he'll recover soon enough."
She refused to help. She'd never done such a thing for a man—she'd rather dream about it. Not killing Evan was already a favor, so she sat stubbornly in place.
After a while, the little girl returned and, seeing the woman hadn't moved, asked, "Big sister, why aren't you helping? Don't you know how? I'll teach you."
The little girl picked up a towel, wrung it out with her small hands, and began to wipe Evan's hand.
After wiping one arm, the little girl said, "Big sister, did you get it? Here, you try—I'll watch."
The woman wanted to curse, but thought better of it—after all, the little girl was innocent. If she scolded her, who knew what the villagers would think? Reluctantly, she picked up the towel and began to wipe Evan, imitating the girl.
The little girl watched and guided her, making the woman's face flush red—she didn't know whether to scold the girl or not.
Seeing it was just a little girl, the woman resigned herself and continued. When the girl left, the woman threw the towel aside and grumbled, "Damn it, do I really have to take care of you?"