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Chapter 344 Am I not beautiful?

She pushed open half of the door and stepped aside, saying, "The priestess is waiting for you inside." After saying this, the maid bowed and quickly left.

You Nu Zhicheng looked into the room through the door. Inside was a small bedroom, decorated in a simple and elegant style.

In the very center was a low bed covered with white bedding embroidered with pale purple patterns.

Several landscape paintings hung on the surrounding walls, with a delicate style and fine brushstrokes.

An oil lamp was lit in the corner, its orange light enveloping the entire room in a warm and ambiguous atmosphere.

Then he saw the witch.

She lay naked on the bed.

The white shrine maiden's robes were neatly folded and placed on a low stool beside the bed.

Her long hair was spread out on the pillow, like a black waterfall.

Her light purple pupils shimmered with a hazy glow under the light, her lips were slightly parted, and her breathing was soft and even.

Her body was beautiful. Aburame Shisei's gaze swept from the top of her head to her toes, as if he were looking at a work of art displayed in a showcase.

Calm, objective, and without any ripples.

"What does Your Grace, the Witch, mean by this?"

The witch sat up slightly, and the blankets slipped off her body, revealing more of her skin.

She made no attempt to hide or show any shyness; she simply looked calmly at Aburame Shisei, her gaze as open and honest as if they were discussing national affairs during the day.

"Don't you want the sealing techniques and witchcraft of the Land of Demons? I am the master of the sealing techniques and witchcraft of the Land of Demons. Nothing written on paper is as effective as my personal instruction."

She stood up, walked barefoot to You Nucheng, and placed her hands on his shoulders.

"I have a premonition." She looked up, her purple pupils almost touching mine. "The day of the witch exchange is approaching. I need a strong man to bear my child."

Aburame Shisei remained unmoved, looking down at the other person with no expression on his face.

Why did you choose me?

"Because we cannot see your future, nor your past. Perhaps... you can unravel the destiny of our witch clan."

Aburame Shicheng raised his hand and took off his cloak.

A glint flashed in the witch's eyes as she thought to herself, "Sure enough, no powerful person can resist such a temptation."

Just as she closed her eyes, preparing to receive baptism, Aburame Shisei simply unfolded his cloak and draped it over her shoulders.

A black cloak completely covered her body, concealing all exposed skin.

The witch was stunned.

She opened her eyes and looked down at the cloak on her shoulders, her eyes filled with confusion.

"Am I not beautiful?" she asked, her tone carrying a hint of grievance that she herself didn't even realize.

Aburame Shisei looked intently at her face, as if he were making a rigorous assessment.

"From a human perspective, you have a beautiful figure and appearance."

"But by anatomical standards, your body isn't perfect. Your pelvis is wide, and your shinbones are slightly turned inward, which is caused by prolonged kneeling. Also, your ribs are asymmetrical..."

"Okay, that's enough!"

"You powerful people..." she said, pulling her cloak tighter around her shoulders, a mixture of amusement and exasperation in her voice, "How strange!"

Aburame Shisei didn't respond, but continued, "However, you're right about one thing: it can indeed help you get rid of the demons."

The witch shook her head, looking completely certain that she couldn't solve it.

"The demon is the embodiment of negative emotions. As long as there is war, killing, death, and hatred in the world, it will be resurrected indefinitely. Unless there is lasting peace in the world, but... that is impossible."

Therefore, the demons cannot be killed.

"Since we can't kill it—we'll just tame it." Aburame Zhicheng raised his hand, and a one-eyed creature crawled out of his sleeve and hung on the back of his hand.

That's enlightenment!

It lay quietly on the back of Aburame Zhicheng's hand, like a docile pet, but the witch could clearly sense that this little thing contained an extremely large amount of soul energy.

"What...is this?"

"Wu, a demon that feeds on negative emotions and souls. In essence, they and Wangliang are all the same thing."

Of course, if the demon cannot be tamed, he wouldn't mind turning it into a flesh field; his soul-devouring worms would be happy to eat such monsters.

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door.

"Wait a minute," the witch's voice came from behind. "Is there really nothing about me that you can't accept? Can't you give me a child?"

"Actually, I might not be able to get you pregnant. In essence, we're not even the same species anymore; I'm superior to you."

Aburame Shicheng, who has cultivated the complete version of the Insect Immortal Technique, may look like a human on the surface, but he has already undergone a complete transformation. As everyone knows, the higher the level of life, the more difficult it is for them to give birth to offspring.

More importantly, he hadn't even considered such a thing.

Just then, he heard rustling sounds behind him; it was the witch getting dressed. A moment later, her footsteps approached from behind.

"This is all the witchcraft and sealing techniques that the Land of Demons has accumulated over the years. It's all for you."

Aburame Shisei took the scroll, unfolded it, and glanced at it.

The entire scroll of silk was covered with densely packed sealing incantations, each accompanied by detailed annotations, and in some places even arrows indicating corrections and supplementary explanations.

This is the culmination of generations of priestesses' efforts; it is a priceless treasure.

The witch withdrew her tenderness, her expression returning to one of purity and nobility: "I think you might actually be able to deal with the demon."

Aburame Shisei packed up the scroll, nodded, and pushed open the door to leave. As he reached the corner, Orochimaru's voice came from the shadows.

"You're quite the ladies' man, Zhicheng."

Aburame Shisei stopped and turned his head to look at him coldly. Orochimaru leaned against the wall with his arms crossed; if he hadn't spoken up, few people would have noticed him.

"Okay, okay, I'm not kidding."

He walked over, spread his hands, and said, "Did you get the stuff?"

Yu Nu Zhicheng handed him the scroll.

Orochimaru took it, unfolded it, and glanced at it. His eyes immediately lit up: "As expected of the priestess of the Land of Demons, the skill in these sealing techniques is indeed far more refined than the ones I collected before."

He selected a portion of the scroll, made a copy using his own sealed scroll, and then returned the original to Shisei Aburame.

"I can research the soul ninjutsu myself. As for the demons... let's talk about them tomorrow."

"But Zhicheng-kun, don't you feel there's anything to regret?"

Aburame Shisei retorted, "Orochimaru, do you want to leave behind descendants?"

Descendants?

Orochimaru stood there stunned. Even after Shisei Aburame left, he was still in shock. It was only after a long time that he slowly smiled.

"That might be a good option, but I don't want to have offspring with anyone else. If I really want children, they must be my own perfect creations!"