Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 154 - 157: The Tri-Life Mystic Stone

Chapter 157: The Tri-Life Mystic Stone

For a young woman who had preserved her chastity and received a good upbringing, her purity was even more important than her life.

The woman before Aizen was such a person.

Thus, when Aizen tore her clothing, she wept even more bitterly, yet somehow summoned the courage to resist.

She flailed, punching and kicking, even attempting to bite the hand gripping her shoulder.

But all she earned for her effort was another slap.

This was the fourth slap she had received that day.

In her entire life, she had never been struck so many times. The humiliation she felt was immeasurable.

Yet what humiliated her more was her current state.

Her upper clothing had been torn away, leaving her in only a small dudou. The chilly wind caressed her tender body, sending shivers through her.

"Stop!"

She screamed, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face, each tear amplifying her sense of despair.

She felt Aizen’s hand touch her chest, his palm like a venomous snake—terrifying, repulsive, and unbearable.

"Talk now, and it’s not too late. This is your final warning."

Aizen’s cold, unfeeling smile deepened, his hand sliding downward. With a sudden yank, she felt a chill below, her body trembling in fear.

"Speak..." Aizen’s eyes narrowed, his gaze like a vortex, an eerie light drawing her terrified and despair-filled eyes into its depths.

Her psychological defenses, already on the verge of collapse, crumbled completely under his torment.

Her delicate body trembled as if in a seizure.

"What’s your name?"

Aizen’s eyes glimmered like those of an owl in the night, radiating an inexplicable glow.

He began with a simple question, gradually easing her into a state where he could extract the information he wanted without jolting her awake.

"I... My name is Christa ."

"Christa ... Christa ."

Aizen softly embraced her, his hand caressing her smooth back, his gaze locked onto hers. His demeanor turned gentle, as though offering warmth to a vulnerable heart, breaking down her remaining defenses.

"Where is your home?"

Aizen continued with seemingly irrelevant questions, inhaling the faint fragrance of her body, feeling the warmth of her tender form.

"My home is in Glass City... But now it’s gone. Everyone is gone. They’re all dead..."

Christa’s delicate body trembled violently, silent tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

Aizen’s expression turned soft—a rare, almost unprecedented display of gentleness.

It was an expression akin to affection, warmth, and tenderness, capable of disarming anyone’s defenses.

Gently, he wiped away her tears, speaking soothingly as he continued to ask questions, as though engaged in casual conversation.

Christa began to respond, gradually opening her heart.

Her cheeks flushed faintly, like a girl falling in love, her thoughts clouded by the illusions induced by Aizen’s spiritual technique.

"Christa, why does the Blood Shadow Fortress want you? What are they trying to take from you?"

Finally, Aizen asked the crucial question, his hand lightly brushing her flat stomach as a faint smile played on his lips.

"No... the Blood Shadow Fortress... They killed my family and wanted the Tri-Life Mystic Stone... They killed so many people—all my family."

Her voice grew frantic, halting, nearly choking on her sobs.

Aizen sensed her strong emotions disrupting the effects of his spiritual technique.

His mental prowess allowed him to deploy his Ghost-Eye Enchantment, a technique that could momentarily daze even the most formidable warriors. Against someone like Christa , who hadn’t even reached the initial Refining Skin stage, his spiritual power was overwhelming, drowning her mind in an instant.

However, her emotional agitation now threatened to break his control.

"Where is the Tri-Life Mystic Stone?"

Aizen quickly pressed further, his heart racing.

"It’s... not on me. It’s in... The Mountain..." Christa’s struggle intensified, her emotions rising to a fever pitch.

"Where on Luma Mountain?"

Aizen concentrated his spiritual power, pressing her for details, his anticipation growing.

He hadn’t expected this young woman to possess the Tri-Life Mystic Stone, a legendary treasure of Magus.

The Tri-Life Mystic Stone was said to have formed from the condensed essence and blood of the Tri-Life Demon Sovereign after his death. It was akin to a relic left behind by an enlightened monk.

By refining the stone’s power through special methods, one could gain extraordinary benefits.

Though it was rumored the stone had shattered into many pieces, even a fragment of the Tri-Life Demon Sovereign’s lifetime essence and martial will was an invaluable treasure.

For any Sorcery artist, simply carrying such a relic could yield immense benefits, even without refining its power.

Countless bloody conflicts in Magus had arisen over such a treasure.

"I don’t know... Stop asking me... I don’t know... Ah!"

Christa let out a piercing scream, her face contorted in agony. Abruptly, she regained clarity, her wide eyes now filled with hatred and fear as she stared at Aizen.

"What did you do to me?"

Her tears poured like a broken dam, yet the hatred in her gaze did not waver. She held her bare chest tightly, trembling like a fragile seedling caught in a harsh wind.

"Luma Mountain... The Tri-Life Mystic Stone... I already know," Aizen said, his lips curling into a smile.

But to Christa , his smile was monstrous, a grotesque and hateful sneer.

"Ahhh!"

She let out a hysterical scream, but before her voice could spread, Aizen struck her neck with the edge of his palm. Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed into unconsciousness.

Though he had learned that the Tri-Life Mystic Stone was at Luma Mountain, locating it within such a vast area would not be simple. Christa still had value as leverage.

However, the girl was stubborn. Extracting the exact whereabouts of the Tri-Life Mystic Stone from her would be no easy task.

"It seems likely that someone with a grudge against Christa’s family hired the Blood Shadow Fortress to kill them all. The Tri-Life Mystic Stone might have been part of the stakes involved," Aizen mused as he hoisted Christa’s unconscious body onto his shoulder.

"If the Blood Shadow Fortress accepted such a mission, they might have killed her family without extracting the location of the Tri-Life Mystic Stone.

Or perhaps not all of Christa’s family was killed. Some may have been interrogated for information about the stone before being silenced.

Christa might simply be the last target in their efforts to tie up loose ends."

This line of thought led Aizen to consider an unsettling possibility:

The Blood Shadow Fortress might already know the whereabouts of the Tri-Life Mystic Stone. He might not be the first to uncover this information.

Once the Blood Shadow Fortress accepts a mission, they see it through to perfection—unless it is utterly impossible. They are known for their ruthless efficiency: "Take the money, eliminate the problem."

Killing Christa might not even be about the Tri-Life Mystic Stone. It could be as simple as eliminating all loose ends.

If that were the case, obtaining the Tri-Life Mystic Stone would become significantly more complicated.