Chapter 209
“Zhang Shidi is absolutely right. With the talismans from our Ancestor, we can help Shijie!”
A group of disciples from the Sword Pavilion took out the Lei Huo talismans bestowed by their Ancestor.
However, after two waves of battle, there were hardly any Lei Huo talismans left.
Yue Qianchi gazed at the familiar faces before her, the cold wind bending the grass, yet it could not extinguish the fervor in their eyes.
Some clutched blank talisman papers, pretending they were Lei Huo talismans, while others held up already used sword pills.
These fools...
Did they think she wouldn’t notice?
A lump formed in her throat, blurring her vision.
These were her best and dearest junior brothers and sisters from the Sword Pavilion.
As their Shijie, it was her fault for not protecting the three direct disciples.
She couldn’t let any more disciples put themselves in danger.
Yue Qianchi took a deep breath, her expression darkening. With a loud crash, she slammed her Xuanwu sword into the ground and said coldly, “Shut up! I’ll go alone. If you all follow me, are you afraid the remnants of the demon cultivators won’t notice you? You’ll only become a burden! I’ve let you train well in peace, and now, when danger strikes, you can only watch as your Shixiong stands in front of you, while you do nothing!”
The wind rustled the blank talisman papers, and the arms holding weapons trembled slightly.
The reflection of pale, frozen faces shimmered on the blade of Yue Qianchi’s sword.
Her heart quaked, but she gritted her teeth and maintained a stern expression.
This was the first time she had spoken so harshly to her junior brothers and sisters.
In her heart, she silently apologized, sweeping her gaze over each face, her eyes lowering as she shouted hoarsely, “Are you all deaf?! Go wait at the entrance of the secret realm. When it opens, go find the Ancestor!”
With determination, Yue Qianchi turned away.
Behind her came the sound of rustling.
The sound of swords returning to their sheaths mixed with the dull thuds of knees hitting the ground.
“Disciple of the Sword Pavilion - Yao Le obeys Shijie’s orders!”
“Disciple of the Sword Pavilion - Yu Qingshi obeys Shijie’s orders!”
“Disciple of the Sword Pavilion - Tu Xinghe obeys Shijie’s orders!”
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One by one, the sounds of bows and heads hitting the ground echoed behind her.
Yue Qianchi looked down, her shadow trembling slightly.
The sound of her suppressed sobs was crushed by the wind, but she paid it no mind, simply walking toward the direction of the demon formation.
She didn’t dare look back.
She was afraid she would cry.
If that happened, those idiots… would laugh at her.
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Chapter 224: I Believe in You (Yue Dao Lin +1)
“Shijie, I’ll go with you.”
Yue Qianchi paused for a moment, the urgent sound of silver bells ringing in her ears.
Turning her head, she saw Li Qingran had already rushed to her side, her brows furrowing tightly. “Shimei, you should go back. Don’t be reckless!”
“I’m not being reckless.” Li Qingran’s gaze was resolute. “Shijie, with so many disciples from the Sword Pavilion going together, we’ll be too conspicuous. But taking me along should be fine, right?” Before Yue Qianchi could refuse, she pulled out a Lei Huo talisman from her storage bag and waved it, revealing it to be of high quality.
“Shijie, look! My master gave me plenty for self-defense. Even though I’m not at the Golden Core stage, I can still help you!”
Yue Qianchi’s heart lifted at the sight of the talismans, but she shook her head. “Shimei, please stay back and protect the other junior brothers and sisters for me, okay? You may not be the strongest, but I know your potential. In terms of true combat power and cleverness, they can’t compare to you. And now with the Ancestor’s talismans to assist you, you’ll surely be able to lead them safely to the entrance of the secret realm, right?”
Li Qingran was momentarily taken aback.
Yue Qianchi was right; the threat of the demon cultivator remnants hadn’t completely vanished.
Since they had attacked once, they could very well strike again.
Now, the morale of the Sword Pavilion disciples was low, and their life-saving tools were nearly depleted.
What would they do if they encountered a fully realized Golden Core demon cultivator or even something stronger?
After a few seconds of contemplation, Li Qingran had a sudden idea. “Shijie, I can just share some of these Lei Huo talismans and Xuan Jia talismans with the other senior brothers and sisters!”
“No.” Yue Qianchi pressed down on Li Qingran’s shoulder. She was half a head taller than Li Qingran, her serious gaze locking onto her junior sister’s. “Qingran, I need you to take the junior brothers and sisters to the exit. How could my Sword Pavilion disciples fear the demon cultivator remnants? What I’m truly worried about is… if you don’t leave, you might disregard my advice and run toward the formation.”
“Li Qingran, you’re the only one I trust.”
Li Qingran felt the weight of the hand on her shoulder grow heavier.
She saw the mist welling up in her Shijie’s eyes, and a trembling, pleading voice reached her ears.
“Qingran, please help me. Take them out, okay?”
Li Qingran gazed into those eyes filled with pleading and mist.
She swallowed back any further words and simply nodded in agreement with Yue Qianchi’s wishes.
She took out the only three top-grade Lei Huo talismans and pressed them into Yue Qianchi’s hand. “Shijie, take these. You might need them.”
Yue Qianchi pulled out one, then solemnly returned the other two to Li Qingran. “One is enough.” Then she took out a thin, translucent communication talisman and handed it to Li Qingran. “This is a secret sound talisman. If there’s any important news, I’ll use this to inform you.”
“Shijie…” Li Qingran accepted the secret sound talisman, wanting to return the Lei Huo talismans.
“Enough! I’m strong enough not to need them. When you reach the late Golden Core stage, then you can teach me how to do things!” Yue Qianchi pressed Li Qingran’s hands down and pushed her toward the mountain rock. “Now go!”
With that, she turned and hurried away, her ponytail swaying behind her.
Leaving only a graceful silhouette.
Li Qingran stood there, staring at the figure growing distant, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout after her.
“Shijie, I’ll bring everyone to the entrance of the secret realm… I’ll wait for you and the senior brothers to come back outside!”
Yue Qianchi raised her hand and gave a thumbs-up,
Then she vanished into the twilight with a few swift steps.
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“Damn it, we let that demon cultivator escape.”
On the battlefield in front of the sect ruins, Song Chiyue’s expression was grim.
She hadn’t expected that demoness to be so terrifyingly powerful. She had swiftly dispatched two demon cultivator remnants, and just when she thought they would have an exhilarating battle, the opponent suddenly unleashed a burst of power, knocking her away and then charging out like a madwoman.
By the time she regained her senses and tried to track the demoness with her spiritual sense, the other party had already vanished without a trace.
The most frustrating part was for Huikong the monk.
He had pretended to be injured, but the deaths of the two demon cultivator remnants had backfired on him.
Before leaving, the demoness had even deliberately struck him with a blade.
Now, with injuries piled on top of injuries, he no longer needed to pretend; he looked like a dying monk, bloodied and battered.
But the injuries were merely superficial; they weren’t serious.
With disciples from the sect still watching, he didn’t recover from his injuries, leaving himself in this state.
“That demon cultivator better not interfere with our plans…” Huikong’s face was grim.
“What impact could there be? The righteous and the demonic cannot coexist. Even if she exposes everything, who would believe her? Do you think the sects of the world would trust our Holy Land or a demon cultivator? Ridiculous! Now we just wait for the secret realm to open.” Song Chiyue had no intention of pursuing the demon cultivator, fearing unexpected complications. She sat down near Huikong. “There’s still some time. You can control the demon cultivator remnants to search around and see if there are any valuable materials left behind.”
“Don’t rush me.” Huikong pressed his palms together, eyes closed, his lips moving slightly. “I’m searching!”
“May I ask, are you the Yaochi Saintess and Master Huikong?”
Following the voice, Song Chiyue looked over and was instantly brightened.
There stood a young woman in green, tall and beautiful, the young master of Lingxi Valley—Yun Suxin.
Yun Suxin possessed a Yimu spiritual root, and Song Chiyue recognized it at a glance.
Though this talent wasn’t as impressive as the three direct disciples of the Sword Pavilion, it was still quite good. Most importantly, among the materials found today, there were no Yimu spiritual roots. The only known Yimu spiritual roots in the world were the disciples of Qingyun Sect, Xiao Yifeng, and the young master of Lingxi Valley standing before her.
However, the former hadn’t come to purify the demonic energy.
She had been regretting that she might not be able to gather all five unique spiritual roots this year… but now, here it was!
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