Chapter 218
When the small secret realm opened, a throng of cultivators poured out. Bringing a demon cultivator along with them would inevitably draw attention, so it was wise to slip away from the crowd and find a way to relocate this demon girl elsewhere. If all else failed, asking for help from his own master was also a viable option!
But why didn’t Li Qingran want to seek his assistance?
Was it a lack of trust?
Among masters and disciples, the worst thing is to let your mind wander.
Chen Huai'an quickly pulled out his spoils, a dead Gu worm, to shift his focus.
【Soul Snatching Gu - Child Gu: The owner of the Mother Gu can completely take over the Child Gu's owner. If the Mother Gu dies, the Child Gu can only survive for a week. If the Child Gu dies, the owner of the Child Gu dies as well.】
“Tsk, demon cultivators are just that—nothing good about them.”
Chen Huai'an scoffed, shaking his head repeatedly.
Mu Baishuang was fixated on avenging the Young Master of the Heavenly Demon, unaware that he merely saw her as a tool.
Or perhaps there was a chance she knew this but willingly chose to be the Young Master’s pawn.
Love-struck, how foolish.
In the end, you end up with nothing.
If one must learn, they should take a page from the Sword Pavilion’s leader, Su Qinian—not a sycophant, but a battle wolf.
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A quarter of an hour passed quickly.
Chen Huai'an straightened up, sitting upright on the Sheng Xuan.
Buzz—!
A thunderous roar erupted from the entrance of the small secret realm, causing all the cultivators from various sects to turn their gazes toward it.
When the secret realm opened, numerous teleportation arrays would form to transport the cultivators out.
However, teleportation arrays weren’t exclusive to the entrance; they were scattered throughout the realm, though none were as densely packed as those at the exit.
Thus, every time the secret realm opened, there was a good chance that some rare treasures would accidentally be ejected.
This was the moment many cultivators had been waiting for.
It didn’t matter if they couldn’t enter; they could still benefit when the secret realm closed.
“The senior brothers and sisters are about to come out! This year, everyone is well-prepared, and we’re sure to gain plenty of resources!”
“My big brother said he’d find me a Breaking Barrier Pill! Then I can start my foundation too!”
The disciples who hadn’t entered the secret realm, along with some wandering cultivators, eagerly awaited.
As the third roar of the entrance echoed, a massive spatial rift suddenly opened above the small secret realm’s entrance.
A tempest raged within the rift, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder—much louder than in previous years.
However, according to past experiences, some cultivators would typically fly out from the rift at this time.
Yet, after a few seconds of waiting, there was no response.
Then, a mangled corpse fell from the rift, crashing onto a sect’s grounds like a broken sack, splattering blood and flesh across the faces of the onlookers.
This corpse acted as a signal, and soon, a torrent of bodies cascaded from the rift, accompanied by a stench of blood and chaos, falling like dumplings. Some landed in the mountains and forests, while others fell right in front of the sects, even the Holy Land was not spared.
“What… how could there be so many corpses?!”
“I don’t know! In the past, there were corpses that were teleported out, but never this many…”
“I see my senior brother! I see my senior brother!” A sect disciple soared into the air, heading toward the fallen bodies.
When they found the remains of their fellow disciples, they were overwhelmed with grief.
These corpses were all in a horrific state, unrecognizable, with numerous marks left by demon cultivators.
Such a scene startled Chen Huai'an as well.
He quickly checked the Yang Soul Mirror, which showed Li Qingran was riding her sword.
Confirming her survival rate—yep, 100%, no doubt about it.
Eliminating the possibility of any errors, he tried to maintain a balanced mindset and waited quietly.
Soon, some sect disciples emerged from the teleportation arrays.
Chen Huai'an scanned the crowd of cultivators and quickly spotted the Sword Pavilion disciples.
However, the faces of the Sword Pavilion disciples were pale, each one looking as if they had just escaped a disaster.
What made his heart tighten was that, aside from the confirmed safe Li Qingran, four others were missing.
Zhen He, Duan Feng, Xu An, and Yue Qianchi were nowhere to be found.
He steered the Sheng Xuan forward to greet the first wave of Sword Pavilion disciples.
Just as he was about to inquire about what had happened, a furious roar erupted from the Burning Purity Holy Land.
The sound reverberated through the mountains: “Sword Pavilion disciples, you dare to shelter demon cultivators! The evidence is irrefutable! Return the life of our Holy Land’s Buddha Child!”
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Chapter 234: Now, I might just kill you?
A booming sound erupted from the grounds of the Burning Purity Holy Land.
An angry Vajra Dharma form rose to the sky, pointing at the teleportation gates surrounding the secret realm.
As a beam of golden light descended, Li Qingran, holding the demon girl, could no longer hide and was fully exposed to the eyes of the surrounding cultivators.
The golden light acted like a cage, completely immobilizing Li Qingran.
“The Sword Pavilion shelters demon cultivators? How is that possible?”
“Yeah, the Sword Pavilion may act strangely, but they wouldn’t shelter demon cultivators!”
“Look, that girl the sword cultivator is holding has demonic energy on her! She’s even got a demon blade hanging from her waist!”
“That’s… the Demon Blade Soul Abyss! Do you remember the battle three years ago? We thought Soul Abyss had been destroyed, but it seems someone has obtained it!”
A crowd of cultivators pointed and whispered about the girl enveloped in the Buddha light.
At this moment, many sect disciples were being teleported out from the secret realm, and while the number of corpses was dwindling, the surrounding grounds were still stained crimson.
A female disciple from the Spirit Beast Sect knelt in a pool of blood, cradling the head of a young man in a blood-soaked robe—he was already a corpse. Her trembling fingers brushed over the numerous wounds on his chest, from which dark purple demonic energy seeped through the torn flesh.
“These… these wounds are all from blades!”
The female cultivator glared at Li Qingran with red eyes, gritting her teeth, “My senior brother must have been killed by a demon cultivator! Perhaps… perhaps it was this one you’re holding!”
The demonic energy from the Demon Blade Soul Abyss was overwhelming.
Normally, Mo Shumei could mask the demonic energy with the Great Compassion Verse.
Now, she was in a coma, and the stimulating Buddha light caused the murderous aura and demonic energy from the blade, which had likely claimed countless lives, to clash with the Buddha light.
“It’s not like that! It’s a trap set by the Burning Purity Holy Land and the Yaochi Holy Land! They lured the cultivators into the great sect ruins, intending to slaughter them all!”
Li Qingran hurriedly explained, but her words only earned a derisive laugh from an elder of the Burning Purity Holy Land.
“Utter nonsense! If our Holy Land truly had such malicious intent, then tell me, why would we do this?”
“To compete for resources with ordinary sect cultivators?”
“My three Holy Lands are resources in themselves; do we need to fight over them with sect cultivators?”
Li Qingran looked at the Arhat Dharma form, feeling an uncanny resemblance to Huikong, who had perished in the secret realm.
Moreover, when she brought the demon girl out of the secret realm, she had been extremely cautious, ensuring the girl didn’t exude any demonic energy.
She maneuvered carefully through the crowd, yet the elder from the Burning Purity Holy Land still found them immediately, directly using the Buddha light to draw out the demonic energy from the girl, as if he already knew everything that had transpired in the secret realm, as if he had known this girl was a demon cultivator!
“This Burning Purity master speaks quite reasonably; how could the Holy Land possibly do such a thing?”
“Have they lost their minds? If you’re going to frame someone, at least make it believable.”
“Since the establishment of the three Holy Lands, they have always been the coveted places for cultivators, isn’t it because they have inexhaustible resources?”
“Sigh, these two girls are indeed stunning, but it’s a pity they’re not on the right path…”
No one believed Li Qingran’s words.
Everyone found her claims laughable.
Would the Holy Land persecute sect disciples? It was like an elephant trampling an ant—was there any need for that?
“I’m speaking the truth! I saved her because she saved my life from the monk Huikong! The Burning Purity and Yaochi Holy Lands are the real butchers of cultivators!”
Li Qingran’s frail figure stood in the blinding Buddha light.
Countless hateful and disdainful gazes burned into her back like red-hot iron brands.
It was unclear who shouted first, “Kill the demoness!” Gradually, the four words echoed, rising and falling like a tide.
Her knuckles turned pale as she gripped the hilt of her sword.
The wind lifted her sleeve, revealing three burn marks on her wrist—scars from her battle with Huikong.
“Why won’t you believe me?”
“What I’m saying is the truth…”
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