Chapter 31: Demon Lord Descends?
Li Lianqing, in the name of the Honghuo Sect, firmly accused the Wuhua Palace of killing Mo Xuyou’s brother as a pretext to attack.
Moreover, Ling Xiaoxing was merely a disciple and couldn’t possibly confirm the truth.
“Your brother?” Ling Xiaoxing frowned.
“As expected, you don’t remember my brother. Well, I never expected you to even remember anyone from the Honghuo Sect to begin with.”
Li Lianqing glared at Ling Xiaoxing, filled with resentment.
“Today, I will avenge him! Together, let’s kill them and let them know the might of the Honghuo Sect!”
Li Lianqing kept emphasizing the Honghuo Sect to deepen their impression, diverting disaster to the East.
The others also understood and spoke similar words, releasing their Magical Treasures.
“Let’s finish this quickly, we don’t want to attract others!” Li Lianqing instructed.
Luo Song at the back grew in size, his body expanding. He didn’t care about the enemy’s strength, only loyally following orders.
Ling Xiaoxing was drenched in sweat. The current situation had completely surpassed her control.
Four Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators, one Golden Core Realm, and one Nascent Soul Realm.
How could she and Ye Changsheng stand a chance against them!
“Hide behind me, Wuxiao. I promised to protect you, and I will!”
Ling Xiaoxing gritted her teeth, controlling her Magical Treasure to meet their full assault.
Just as Ling Xiaoxing was being beaten into a sorry state, everyone suddenly heard a commanding voice.
“Stop.”
The Soul Refining Sect cultivators initially ignored the voice, but then they heard Li Lianqing shout as well:
“Stop!!”
Everyone stopped, including Luo Song, and looked over.
Li Lianqing’s expression was extremely tense, and he was staring intently at Ye Changsheng.
In Ye Changsheng’s hand was the Small Qiankun Bag containing one hundred thousand Spiritual Stones.
“Although the Small Qiankun Bag is a Spiritual item, it’s not a stable one. If subjected to a certain degree of pressure, the space within the Small Qiankun Bag can easily collapse,” Ye Changsheng said as if he were lecturing, uttering words unrelated to the current situation.
Ling Xiaoxing couldn’t understand why he would suddenly say that, nor why these people had stopped to listen to a lecture.
However, the Soul Refining Sect cultivators understood Ye Changsheng’s meaning.
He could destroy the Small Qiankun Bag, causing the one hundred thousand Spiritual Stones within to turn into nothingness.
It seemed they had seen through Li Lianqing’s plan and were now being threatened.
“…What do you want?”
“Shouldn’t it be, what do *you* want?” Ye Changsheng’s gaze swept across each of their faces. “Your eyes don’t hold much hatred; instead, there’s more greed.”
“Heh, the Wuhua Palace is known for its wealth, that’s common knowledge. Naturally, we’ll kill you and take some sustenance from you. Killing for treasure is the true face of a Cultivator.”
Li Lianqing tried his best to conceal his true intentions.
But no matter how hard he tried to hide it, it was useless. Ye Changsheng had known the group’s objective from the very beginning.
“I’ll be direct. There are one hundred thousand Spiritual Stones in here. If you want them, you have to let Senior Sister Xiaoxing leave safely.”
“Wuxiao? What are you talking about!” Ling Xiaoxing was utterly surprised.
“If you say you’ll let her go, then what about our Honghuo Sect?”
“I’m not sure what your Honghuo Sect amounts to, but I do know that you won’t be getting these one hundred thousand Spiritual Stones.”
Ye Changsheng’s eyes turned cold. The hand holding the Small Qiankun Bag slowly began to shrink, and everyone heard the faint sound of space collapsing.
“Don’t get excited. We can let this woman go, but you can’t leave!” Li Lianqing finally panicked.
The masked youth didn’t seem like someone in distress; rather, it was the others who had been caught by their weakness and were being threatened.
“Senior Sister Xiaoxing, don’t mind me. You should return to the Wuhua Palace first,” Ye Changsheng said to Ling Xiaoxing.
“How can I abandon you and leave alone!” Ling Xiaoxing shook her head like a rattle drum. “I won’t do such a thing!”
“I’m just an insignificant Cultivation Cauldron.”
“That’s not true! Didn’t you just confess to me earlier? You are not insignificant to me at all; you are very important!”
“That was just acting.”
“I’ve developed real feelings during the act! Is that not allowed!!” Ling Xiaoxing tightly clasped Ye Changsheng’s arm, refusing to let go.
Ye Changsheng was stunned for a moment.
“If you’re truly meant to be acting, then I hope Senior Sister Xiaoxing can survive.”
Ye Changsheng’s gentle tone seemed to soothe Ling Xiaoxing’s restless heart.
“Do you understand? This is very important to me.”
“Wuxiao…” Ling Xiaoxing loosened her grip on Ye Changsheng’s arm slightly.
She had caught a hint in Ye Changsheng’s words, perhaps suggesting he had a plan to escape, but if she were here, she would only be a burden.
“Go.”
Ye Changsheng withdrew his hand and gently pushed her forward.
Ling Xiaoxing took a few steps forward, then looked back at Ye Changsheng with deep affection, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Don’t let anything happen to you.”
She used the Art of Immaterial Control, mounted her spirit wood staff, and flew towards the sky. The others made no move until she was completely gone.
“Hmph, have you finished your melodrama of lovey-dovey affection?” Li Lianqing was becoming impatient.
“Here.”
Ye Changsheng tossed the Small Qiankun Bag, which landed in Li Lianqing’s hand.
Li Lianqing was surprised. He hadn’t expected Ye Changsheng to be so compliant. “You’re giving it up that easily?”
“Of course.”
They couldn’t see the expression on the masked youth’s face. If they could have, Li Lianqing would never have accepted the Small Qiankun Bag.
“Finally, I have it…”
Li Lianqing’s hands trembled with excitement, and the other Soul Refining Sect disciples were also overjoyed.
Killing this Cultivation Cauldron and letting Ling Xiaoxing return to report was exactly according to plan.
“Yes, exactly according to plan,” Ye Changsheng echoed Li Lianqing’s unspoken thoughts.
“What do you mean by that?” Li Lianqing looked up, his eyes filled with shock.
“By making such a move, aren’t you afraid of attracting attention and drawing the White Emperor Sword Sect here?”
“The people from the White Emperor Sword Sect left this afternoon. They won’t be back!”
Li Lianqing had precisely calculated this, ensuring that the White Emperor Sword Sect wouldn’t interfere, thus using Li Ming to stall for time and making his move tonight.
“On what basis do you conclude that?”
“I personally saw them leave using the Art of Immaterial Control!”
“No, they will come. Because the ordinary people ranked in Shuiyun Town are facing a grave crisis. As a righteous great Sect, the White Emperor Sword Sect will not stand idly by.”
“Are you out of your mind? How could there be such a—”
The continuous mournful roars of vengeful dragons echoed from above Shuiyun Town, abruptly cutting off Li Lianqing’s words.
Immediately, nine streams of formidable aura, like vengeful dragons, surged into the sky, completely engulfing Shuiyun Town. A terrifying malevolent aura instantly filled the entire space.
“This—this is the Nine Nether Dragon’s Vengeance Formation, capable of indiscriminately obliterating all life within a hundred-mile radius, even forcibly sacrificing Nascent Soul Realm cultivators!” Li Lianqing stared in dumbfounded shock.
In the past, a certain Demon Lord, just half a step away from the True Immortal Realm, had used the Nine Nether Dragon’s Vengeance Formation to cruelly sacrifice an entire Sect, refining them all to ascend to the Tribulation Crossing Realm.
There were many theories about whether that Demon Lord ultimately succeeded in ascending, but one thing was certain…
No one survived the Nine Nether Dragon’s Vengeance Formation; a prestigious Sect vanished overnight!
The Soul Refining Sect, once a formidable demonic Sect, still knew some little-known secrets.
“This is a formation only possessed by immensely powerful Demon Lords. Why would it appear in a small town like Shuiyun Town?”
The unexpected situation left Li Lianqing’s face pale, and his knees began to tremble.
“Could it be that an immensely powerful Demon Lord has truly descended upon Shuiyun Town!”
