The Life of a Necromancer as a Swashbuckler

Chapter 27: Yechacha’s Problem

Nameless and Yechacha fell off the cliff while clinging to each other. Nameless clung desperately to Yechacha’s waist, as if he wanted to press himself right into her flesh. Although he was surrounded by her fragrant beauty, he was in no mood to enjoy it. He knew full well that, having no martial arts skills, he would surely die in the fall. His only chance of survival was to hold onto Yechacha and let her find a foothold, trusting that she wouldn’t be willing to die with him. Meanwhile, Yechacha was filled with both anger and exasperation. Nameless’s body was wrapped tightly around her like a sloth, clinging to her chest. The more she struggled to break free, the tighter he held on. If they’d been on solid ground, she would have beaten him to death on the spot. but now, as they plummeted rapidly, her hands were busy searching for handholds and her feet for footholds. She simply couldn’t spare a thought for Nameless’s clinging; her priority was to land safely. Moreover, there was something even more terrifying to Yechacha: she felt her inner energy rapidly draining away. The effects of the Mi Su San must be about to take hold. She had to find a safe foothold as soon as possible; otherwise, they would truly perish together. The more she thought about it, the more anxious Yechacha became; she simply couldn’t spare a thought for Nameless. As she plummeted downward, she frantically searched for handholds with both hands, swaying her body to reduce drag, and weaved through the air, searching for a temporary foothold. In fact, if it weren’t for Nameless,Yechacha could have made it down safely even if she’d fallen. After all, her lightness skills were among the best in the Martial Arts World—on par with Xiao Yan and even the top expert in the Tianlong Sect. She would never have crashed onto Mogan Peak. But now, with Nameless hanging off her, his own weight was considerable, and he was fumbling around everywhere, making her incredibly uncomfortable. Combined with the effects of the Mesmerizing Powder, her movements grew increasingly sluggish,She could no longer reach many of the footholds she used to rely on, which is why she now found herself in this predicament. As the situation grew increasingly dire and her inner energy neared depletion, Yechacha grew anxious. Just then, she spotted a “Welcoming Guest Pine” growing out of a rock not far below to her left, its crown protruding just enough to provide a tenuous foothold. She hurriedly shifted her direction and glided toward the tree, with Nameless still clinging tightly to her. Just as the welcoming pine came into view, Yechacha leaped toward it with all her might. In the very instant she jumped, she felt her body suddenly grow lighter, and her direction seemed to shift. It turned out that Nameless, clinging to her, had seized the opportunity to leap onto the welcoming pine first. Yechacha couldn’t help but freeze in surprise. While she was still dazed, she realized she hadn’t landed yet and frantically searched for a foothold—but it was already too late. She had actually leaped past the welcoming pine and was plummeting downward. As she watched the welcoming pine pass right before her eyes while her body continued to fall rapidly, a chill ran through Yechacha’s heart, and she instinctively closed her eyes. She no longer had the strength to look for another welcoming pine; it seemed she was doomed this time. Just as Yechacha was giving up hope, he suddenly felt a tight grip on his arm—someone had grabbed him firmly, halting his descent. Immediately afterward, the person trying to pull him up began to haul him upward. Driven by the will to survive, Yechacha hurriedly opened his eyes to look—it was Nameless, the one who had jumped up first. Nameless was now clinging to the Welcoming Pine, gripping Yechacha tightly as he tried to pull him up. Yechacha couldn’t help but feel inexplicably moved. His current predicament was largely due to his own attempt to harm Nameless, yet here was Nameless, holding no grudge and even trying to save him. A strange emotion slowly welled up from the depths of Yechacha’s heart. Nameless pulled Yechacha upward. Yechacha still had a last reserve of inner energy; using Nameless’s upward pull as leverage, she swayed her hips and thrust upward—and to her surprise, she actually took flight, landing lightly on the Welcoming Pine as if a celestial maiden had descended from the heavens. “Hey, kid, what made you think of Yechacha all of a sudden? Are you just trying to get something out of it?” Yechacha was as alluring as ever. Nameless watched Yechacha climb up, her fair thighs and disheveled clothes causing him to lose his composure once more. It wasn’t until she spoke that he snapped back to reality. “I couldn’t just stand by and watch you die,” Nameless answered honestly—that had been his only thought when he saved her moments ago. “Hmph, you hypocritical so-called righteous sect!” The Yechacha showed no gratitude, instead slumping down onto the pine tree. That leap had drained all her strength, and now she could only collapse against the trunk. “So, what are you—a member of a so-called ‘respectable school’—going to do now? Are you going to take this opportunity to kill me, a demoness of the Demon Cult?” Though she was slumped against the tree, Yechacha’s allure remained undiminished. “Or do you want to do a good deed?” As she spoke these words, she appeared even more captivating, as if she were seducing Nameless. Nameless had never been a model of virtue. With a peerless beauty lying disheveled before him—and apparently trying to seduce him—he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of desire. But he quickly snapped back to reality: they were perched on a tree, surrounded by sheer cliffs and a biting cold wind—this was certainly no time to be thinking about such things. “Right now, I just want to get down here quickly and go home to sleep. That’s better than staying up here in this tree—I’m not a bird, after all.” Nameless appeared unmoved. As for killing the Yechacha, Nameless had never even considered it; to him, having just undergone a soul transfer, there was no difference between so-called “respectable schools” and “demonic cults.” “Hmph,” the Yechacha snorted coldly upon seeing Nameless’s indifference and stopped paying him any mind. In truth, her feelings toward him had actually improved slightly. Due to the unique nature of her internal energy, her cultivation had endowed her with an innate, alluring beauty that naturally drew men’s attention—a fact she found quite frustrating. Ever since she had left the mountain, countless men in the martial arts world had fought tooth and nail—even sacrificing their lives—over her, and she could do nothing about it. In truth, she found these men utterly repulsive, deeming them foolish and vulgar. Yet today, Nameless had saved her and shown no obvious interest in her, which had actually piqued her favor toward Yechacha. Seeing that Yechacha was ignoring Nameless, Nameless decided to take the opportunity to be left in peace. He simply ignored Yechacha as well and set out on his own to find a way down the mountain. The tree was lush and dense, and the two of them stood on it quite securely, but since it was perched in the middle of a cliff with biting cold winds blowing all around, it was clearly not a place to linger. Nameless looked at the distance above and below. He couldn’t go up or down now, but the Yechacha could, which made him a bit unhappy. He grunted under his breath, “Hmm.” The Yechacha found Nameless’s expression amusing; it made her seem even more alluring. Smiling, she said to him, “Kid, I’ve got a way to get you down safely. Want to hear it?” Nameless Yechacha ignored Yechacha, but he was actually listening. Seeing that Nameless was ignoring her, Yechacha became even more intrigued. “Kid, answer me one question honestly. If I’m satisfied with your answer, I’ll let you go down. Kid, are you a virgin?”