Lord of Mysteries: The Cultivator - Chapter 14
“Miss, can I take up a little of your ti…”
“Take up my ass! Get lost!”
Having chased away yet another lecherous creep who didn’t know his place, Quinn felt like he was going to split apart, in the literal sense.
Sealed Artifacts, mystical items, Outer Deities… one incident after another came pouring in, bringing one contamination after another, and he had endured them all.
But one event finally broke his bottom line.
The Fallen Mother Goddess was originally one of the Three Pillars, the mistress of all feminine powers. Even after losing the Pillar’s power, She still stood at the apex of the Outer Deities.
Being infiltrated by such an existence was no joke. Although Quinn gained a lot of valuable knowledge, it also brought many side effects.
During his countless days adrift at sea, he felt the riddled marks on his spiritual body. The Fallen Mother Goddess had left numerous imprints on him, which made Quinn realize.
If he dared to recite Her honorific name one more time, then even if The Fool immediately intervened, he wouldn’t be able to save himself.
He tried to tear off the contaminated parts of his spiritual body, even though this would decrease his strength and plunge him into temporary madness. However, the Fallen Mother Goddess’s extremely high Authority made the contamination stick like glue, utterly unshakable.
Quinn naively thought the situation couldn’t get any worse, but the mystical world had no bottom line. He forgot about the physical mutation.
When one man after another approached him with strange behavior, even trying to drag him away, he finally felt that something was amiss.
Because if his charm were enough to overcome the gender barrier…
Then he wouldn’t have been unable to find a girlfriend for over twenty years.
He irritably ran his hand through his messy, lush green hair. He had just hastily confirmed that the Fallen Mother Goddess’s feminine power had indeed altered his physical body to some extent.
However, because time was limited, the distance was far, and Her focus was primarily on attacking Quinn’s spiritual body…
So, he was fortunate enough to have preserved his precious “family jewel,” which had been passed down for two generations, at the cost of his appearance becoming feminized.
Could things get any worse than this… All I did was come out to eliminate an evil cult… Quinn wandered aimlessly through the unfamiliar settlement, too lazy to care how conspicuous he was in his ragged bishop’s robe, because the contamination was still raging on his spiritual body.
Too many things had happened. He didn’t want to deal with anything right now, didn’t want to think about Outer Deities or Pillars.
“Bring on the contamination or whatever! I can’t do anything about you guys anymore!” Quinn thought resignedly.
“If I’m about to lose control, I’ll just use my ability to bury myself in the earth’s crust, giving the official Beyonders enough time to arrive.”
Just then, a wave of rich fragrance drifted into Quinn’s nose from the Bansy Harbor dockside.
It smells like grilled fish… So good! Quinn felt saliva seemingly gushing out in his mouth.
Speaking of which, I think I’m out of money…
Quinn’s eyes darted around. A flash of inspiration hit him, and he suddenly had an idea.
He pulled out a wooden comb he had covertly sprouted, quickly tidied his seaweed-like messy long hair, then grabbed a handful of leaves and smeared them on his face, revealing the delicate features reshaped by the feminine power. He walked toward a small alley from which he heard a man’s low, lewd laugh.
Not long after.
Quinn emerged from the alley, leaving behind a few unconscious men, tossing a few bl00d-stained copper pennies in his hand.
He had just learned from the ruffians that this was Bansy Island, a maritime island, very far from Bikini Beach.
A roadside tree told him that it was nearing evening, the air was becoming more humid than in the afternoon, and a dense fog was gradually rising over Bansy Harbor.
Hmm? Something’s not right. Quinn observed that the flow of people on the street had suddenly decreased. It was clearly the peak time for fishing boats to return to port and workers to leave work in the evening, yet the residents of Bansy Harbor had all returned home, tightly closing their doors.
A little scary… Quinn felt an increasing sense of unease. The houses on both sides of the road had, at some point, all closed their doors and drawn their curtains, as if they were avoiding something.
From the street corners, alleys, and behind the covered windows, gazes seemed to be spying on him, constantly irritating Quinn’s spirituality.
Suddenly, a floating black shadow darted out of an alley, heading straight for the back of Quinn’s head!
Pouch! Quinn didn’t turn around. Cautiously, he spontaneously generated a slender wooden cone from his hand and stabbed it backward through the object. Then, countless instantly blooming branches completely tore the black shadow apart.
He turned around, and the black shadow’s original appearance was reflected in his eyes—it was a desiccated human skull!
He stared silently at the remains on the ground, unable to help but raise his hand to cover his face.
It’s as “lively” here at night as it is during the day… Quinn thought, utterly exhausted.
The situation at the port was becoming increasingly complex, and Quinn couldn’t be sure what would happen next. But based on his experience, he had to find a house to hide in now to better observe the situation.
The houses on the street were all “owned,” and they likely wouldn’t welcome a stranger. The only option for a place to stay here was… an inn!
Quinn quickly figured out a countermeasure. He no longer hesitated and strode toward the area closer to the port, a frantic light flickering in his tired eyes.
In the slowly flowing sea breeze, a deep fog enveloped Bansy Harbor, like a monster’s giant palm pressing down. Quinn sped along the street, not using his ability to tunnel underground.
Quinn stopped in front of a restaurant, “The Green Lemon Restaurant,” he muttered the name on the sign.
The restaurant was brightly lit and seemed not to have closed yet.
Restaurants near the port usually also operate lodging services.
Just as he was about to push the door open, he suddenly heard an argument coming from inside.
“No, we must go back!” This sounded like a little girl shouting loudly.
“If there’s a problem, staying here will be more dangerous. There are cannons on the ship, and sailors with guns and knives.” This was a deep man’s voice, which seemed to contain a slight, uncertain tremble.
The person who wanted to stay was apparently persuaded. Then, Quinn saw a family push the door open, followed by three burly men who looked like bodyguards.
“Ah!” The little girl, holding her younger brother’s hand, cried out in fear when she saw the scene outside the restaurant.
In front of her was a person whose features were so delicate that it was difficult to tell their gender. They were wearing a tattered bishop’s robe, which was covered in sticky bloodstains.
Their eyes were like fierce beasts in the mountains, emitting a green, faint glow in the deep night, filled with a muddy madness.
Most terrifyingly, their floor-length, lush green hair swayed as if it had a life of its own. Individual strands were rooted in the brick road, sometimes swelling and sometimes shrinking, as if a legendary tree demon had arrived in reality.
“Who is it?!”
The three bodyguards clearly saw the person, quickly drew their pistols, and stared at the human figure with slight horror.
They felt that the series of events today was gradually dismantling their worldview.
“I’m just passing by.”
Quinn looked at them in confusion, not understanding why this group of people reacted so strongly upon seeing him.
Just as he was about to push the door open, another shriveled human head flew towards them from the brick ground outside the restaurant.
Quinn reflexively flung out a wooden cone, which accurately struck the skull, exploding it into a puddle of minced flesh.
Immediately afterward, a beam of holy light descended from the sky, landing on the puddle of flesh, which then vanished without a trace. And this beam of light did not originate from anyone present.
Thud, thud, thud. Two dark figures emerged from the deep fog. Quinn turned his head, squinting as he looked at the leading figure.
Then, he cried out in surprise, “Gehrman Sparrow?”