At the mention of his core, Xue Yang let himself laugh quietly under his breath. What core? he thought to himself, knowing that it was rather remarkable that he was among cultivators to begin with. Where most spent their younger years training and learning, his childhood was in the streets. But he’d gotten his start, and greedily relished every opportunity to climb to the top. With Demonic Cultivation, it turned out, he did not need a developed cultivation base or core like the top disciples in order to be a force of his own.
Jin Guangyao’s proposition certainly seemed attractive enough! His dark eyebrows lift towards his hairline as he nods approvingly. “That’s definitely an attractive offer to put out there. Guaranteed protection from getting silenced when your father gets tired of us, learn something good…” Xue Yang’s three-fingered left hand lifts up first before the other as though they were scales, weighing out his pros and cons. “Or I die now. Hm, I might be able to escape but it’s not really likely, is it? Huh. Positives seem to outweigh the negatives. Just a little extra work when I’m running my own errands, is all it seems like.”
Turning his hands over, they rest on his cocked hips as he smiles and lifts his head in a half-nod. “So there you have it, I’ll do it.” Xue Yang’s grey eyes turn curiously downwards to the now-dead man on the floor. Confidently, but still wary of getting too close to Jin Guangyao out of uncertainty of how close he would allow him to approach, he walks at an angle towards the body to get a full view of him.
“If I said no just then, would you have killed me like you did him?” he asks in a low, unfeeling voice. How appropriate that this man with dark-tipped, pale-tawny ears atop his head would treat his target like a true predator in the wilds would devour its prey.
Xue Yang’s curiousity over the corpse once again brings a wry smile to Jin Guangyao’s face. This bestial way of eating was a stark contrast to the composed image he’d so carefully crafted for himself among cultivators.
His tongue runs over his lips as he contemplates his answer before he stalks closer, taking caution to not step in any blood. A hand is placed firmly on Xue Yang’s shoulder and he grins.
“Would you beg as well if I tore you open like that~?” He teases, but shakes his head immediately after. “Of course you wouldn’t. I think... ah, I did say I’d make it swift for you but it would be more fun to be careful, go slowly so you could satisfy your curiousity. It’d be fascinating, wouldn’t it? I wonder what it’s like inside a demonic cultivator when your kind is so tainted by dark energies...”
A brief, sharp laugh (almost a bit too much like a fox’s barking) follows as he removes his hand from the younger man’s shoulder. It would be quite amusing to see the look on Xue Yang’s face as he is sliced open and carefully pulled apart, to see if he would scream or cry, but he has better plans for the boy now.
Grinning ear-to-ear he places his hat back atop his head, adjusting it carefully before turning his attention to ensuring his hair rests correctly over his shoulders.
“That’d be such a waste. There’s plenty others of your kind I’ll be able to devour soon enough, and then we might both learn a thing or two~.”