Chapter 1238: Crazy Liang Zhao

Chapter 1238: Crazy Liang Zhao

A day had passed without any news about Ling Meng and Mu Yiting, and Lin Nuo had no way to find them.

Waiting endlessly wasn’t a solution, so he decided to withdraw for now.

With Luo Xiaoxue on board, more information was available. Her people were scattered everywhere, investigating unusual occurrences, and would report back to her once they had news.

Currently, Ru Yu Village was in chaos; the sea was tumultuous, and the thunder rumbled violently. The few remaining people there had already evacuated.

Of course, before heading out, he needed to stop by the Qin family.

Even if Qin Shili was unwilling to join them, he had to check on her. After all, there was Qin Dao in the Qin family, and the internal disputes hadn’t been settled yet.

Back then, Liang Zhao had tried to push Qin Shili to her limits, advising her not to engage with Qin Dao and the others, suggesting she lay low for a while. But it was hard to say she wouldn’t act impulsively afterward.

Originally, he thought there would be a clash between Qin Dao and the Refining Demon Sect, but now it seemed they would need to be wiped out, especially since more humans were beginning to collude with the Handa Alliance—most likely!

“Let’s go.”

Leaving the inn, Lin Nuo flew on his sword towards the Qin family.

However, trouble struck halfway; a vast area of heavy rain appeared, and fierce winds prevented them from passing through.

“What’s going on?” Liu Shuqin asked.

“This isn’t something that just happened in a day or two; storms like this are common,” Lin Nuo complained. Encountering such abnormal weather meant they had no choice but to take a detour, and he wasn’t alone—he had several people with him.

“Is that… the Qin family’s army?” Liu Shuqin sensed something was off. They saw a bunch of cultists with arms stretched wide toward the sky, seemingly performing some kind of ritual.

In their midst stood a large banner with the character “Qin” emblazoned on it—this was Qin Dao’s army.

Those cultists had vacant eyes, muttering some strange incantation as if possessed.

“It seems they’ve lost their minds,” Lin Nuo remarked. The level of insanity among these cultists exceeded his expectations, almost to the point of no return.

Then, he spotted Liang Zhao, one of the demon masters behind Qin Dao, leading this group of cultists.

Of course, Lin Nuo could tell that must be a shadow puppet.

This involved anchoring one’s consciousness into a corpse and morphing it into one’s likeness; this puppet represented him leading the army.

As for where his actual body was, it remained a mystery. Lin Nuo had previously fought Liang Zhao’s puppet—it wasn’t powerful, but he couldn’t eliminate Liang Zhao.

They were conducting a ritual when a huge gust of wind swept a large group of cultists into it, vanishing without a trace as if they’d instantly evaporated.

“Go on, all of you! You can’t be satisfied with this world; you’ll gain infinite power in the realm of the three worlds,” Liang Zhao brainwashed the cultists like a cult leader, sending them off to their doom, disappearing without a trace.

Feeling the situation was grim, Lin Nuo considered eliminating Liang Zhao’s puppet first.

“Wait here for me.”

With that, he rushed towards Liang Zhao’s army, who didn’t stop him and was quickly knocked to the ground.

“Don’t think I’m unaware of your plans. There’s now an alliance called Handa; you’ve already joined forces. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but joining hands makes you a lapdog. Do you really think you can fight them? You’ll just be manipulated by them!”

Lin Nuo didn’t kill Liang Zhao’s puppet immediately; rather, he lectured him.

“Heh, you only see part of the picture. You have decent talent and ability, which makes you a thorn in our side. If you could join us, this world would be ours. Unfortunately, if you don’t die, we can never have that chance!”

Liang Zhao laughed madly, as if he’d gone insane. Those who practiced dark magic often lost their sanity after reaching a certain level.

Of course, he was fine.

“So your goal is to eliminate me?”

Lin Nuo brandished his sharp sword at Liang Zhao.

“Yes, to kill you. Once you’re dead, there will be no one left to resist the Qin family. You’ve sabotaged my plans time and again; I’ve long wanted you dead.”

“I want you dead too. Looks like you might actually die today,” Lin Nuo declared, though he hadn’t finished off this puppet yet, waiting for the ritual to conclude.

These cultists seemed to be devoured by something or swept away by the wind to another location.

He had a hunch about where they were heading.

The junction of the three worlds—though he wasn’t sure what they intended to do there. Moreover, as per Mu Yiting, they could only return to the human realm, not venture into the Demon Realm or Sacred Realm.

Unless the crack was large enough to allow them in.

Perhaps that was their goal; if the crack widened, they could venture into the Demon Realm, becoming demons with stronger powers.

However, Lin Nuo felt that Liang Zhao, that crafty old fox, wouldn’t just help others for free; he must have his own intentions.

Maybe he wanted to harness this power and keep people from the Demon Realm and Sacred Realm out of the human world.

If given the chance, those from the Demon Realm and Sacred Realm would be a devastating force in the human realm—they already possessed stronger physiques and talents; even the strongest demon practitioners in the human realm would become their dogs.

“Perhaps I’ve guessed your plan. You intend to take them to the junction of the three worlds, right? The Handa Alliance can only gather you there.”

“Heh. If what you say is true, how will you deal with it?”

“By killing you, of course.”

“Can you find my real body? Young man? You know you’ve killed me before; did you succeed?”

“I didn’t succeed, but I will in the future.”

Lin Nuo’s sharp sword was now poised at the puppet’s throat, yet he hadn’t made the kill.

“Or perhaps I’ve guessed where your real body might be?”

“Find me first; stop guessing. By the way, the woman from the Qin family is now at the junction. If you have the ability, then go on. But it seems you lack the power to cast the ritual. Now you can go; enter that wind, and you can proceed.”

“Why are you so sure I can’t go?”

Lin Nuo replied coldly, while the other party seemed unwilling to converse further, resorting to extreme measures.

Self-destruction.

Boom!

Lin Nuo quickly pulled back; Liang Zhao’s puppet exploded into ashes, leaving nothing behind.

“Must be referring to Qin Shili, who got swept in there.”

Lin Nuo frowned; this was troublesome since he wasn’t capable of getting there himself.

With Mu Yiting unavailable, how could he execute the ritual?

Maybe he should let Luo Xiaoxue give it a shot; after all, she wasn’t from this world—she hailed from another world.