“Never mind the demon cultivator’s remains; they were nothing more than unstable puppets.”
Song Chiyue wanted to use the flower vines to drag the unconscious disciples from various sects together, while the three direct disciples of the Sword Pavilion were placed separately.
She then took out spirit stones and began setting up an array formation. Seeing Huikong still studying the traces of the demon cultivator’s remains, she couldn’t help but snort coldly, “Hurry up and help set up the formation! The small secret realm will soon be closing. We need to send all these materials out in one go before the entrance to the secret realm opens again. If there’s any mistake, the Holy Maiden and the Buddhist Prince might not necessarily be you and me!”
Huikong shuddered at her words, fear evident in his eyes, and quickly put aside his obsession with the sword cultivator’s remains, turning to help Song Chiyue set up the transfer array.
“Many sect disciples have escaped this time. Could this expose us?” Huikong placed a magic tool at the auxiliary array node and glanced at Song Chiyue.
“The plan of the True Immortal is meticulously designed. Problems outside the secret realm can be blamed on the True Martial Sacred Land. Inside the secret realm… do you think those escaping sect disciples could see what happened inside the array? Now, the secrets known are either by corpses or materials. As long as these materials are transferred out, they too will become corpses to the outside world.”
Song Chiyue smiled, her eyes full of disdain and indifference, “Besides, even if some escapees expose us, who would believe that the Holy Maiden of the Jade Pool and the Purified Buddha Prince are not good people? Who would believe that the two great sacred lands are a hell for eating people? If worse comes to worst, isn’t there still the True Martial Sacred Land? As long as Zhang Yibai dies, all the dirt can be thrown on the True Martial Sacred Land.”
“I hope the two True Immortals can truly handle Zhang Yibai,” Huikong said with a slight frown.
He had witnessed Zhang Yibai’s swordsmanship. On that day, when the three great sacred lands were under attack by the demon race, Zhang Yibai, wielding two swords, fought from the southern part of the demon army to the northern part, leaving none of the demons able to withstand him. He slaughtered them so fiercely that they fled crazily into the desert of the Southern State, only stopping when Zhang Yibai did. This battle cemented Zhang Yibai’s title as the number one sword cultivator in the world.
Zhang Yibai was the oldest among the three True Immortals, and his lifespan was nearly exhausted.
But the closer he was to the end of his life, the more terrifying his cultivation became.
“Alright, the array formation is complete,” Song Chiyue retracted the flower vines, stood up, and clapped her hands. Behind her, the unconscious geniuses from the sect gradually faded away—some were sealed in subspace, and others were in Huikong’s Xumi Ring.
Surveying the battlefield strewn with corpses and the stable array formation, Song Chiyue said indifferently, “After the array opens, we need to pretend to be severely injured. The demon cultivator’s remains can continue to pursue some talented disciples. While we are recuperating, no one will suspect us, thinking we have already given our all.”
Huikong immediately found a place to lie down and punched his chest, spitting blood, “Cough, I’m ready.”
Song Chiyue also leaned against a broken wall, her hidden hand gently stroking the array disc beneath her sleeve.
Boom!
The ground trembled, and the demonic energy within the array slowly converged toward the core of the array.
“What a clever plan, truly clever!”
A cold voice echoed behind them.
The speaker was half-hidden in the demonic energy emanating from the bronze door, his right hand hovering over the hilt of his saber, pressing down on the air within ten feet before the blade was even drawn.
“Who?!”
Huikong and Song Chiyue turned around to face the newcomer, but could only see a pair of crimson eyes and a blurry figure in the demonic energy.
The person approached step by step, exuding a chilling aura.
“No wonder every year, some sect disciples disappear in the Central Continent Secret Realm, especially those with outstanding talents—they were all taken care of by you!”
Song Chiyue narrowed her eyes. Although she didn’t know who the newcomer was, the other’s aura wasn’t strong and was clearly a demon cultivator.
Her heart immediately relaxed.
“What do you, a demon cultivator, understand? Do you know why our righteous sacred land can suppress your demon cultivators? It’s because we know how to allocate resources! Only by concentrating excellent resources can we create true powerhouses who can dominate an era!”
“Extracting spirit roots, devouring dao bodies, transplanting elixir fields, and possession… such actions, how are you different from evil and deviant ways?”
Huikong and Song Chiyue exchanged glances and sneered, “You, a demon cultivator, dare to lecture us?”
He merely turned the beads in his hand, and the three demon cultivator remains standing motionless around the battlefield surrounded them.
As the demonic energy gradually dissipated, the strength of these demon cultivator remains weakened.
But no matter how much they weakened, they still retained the cultivation level of late Golden Core or even great completion.
Song Chiyue’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Mo Shumei, holding the demonic saber, her eyes filled with greed, “Good, good! Another dao body and single saber spirit root, unfortunately, fallen to the demon path… since you dared to show yourself today, you will become part of our materials!”
Mo Shumei remained silent, her figure distorting for an instant.
A withered leaf suddenly paused between their lines of sight.
Song Chiyue’s ear hair fluttered without wind.
Clang!
Blood-red saber light flashed and vanished.
A section of the crumbling wall beside the gate instantly collapsed.
“Too fast… too fast…”
Song Chiyue’s pupils contracted, blood spreading from her neck, deepening and shifting.
Plop—
Huikong watched Song Chiyue’s head fall without a change in his expression.
He merely clasped his hands and gave the order for the demon cultivator remains to attack.
He even ordered one of the demon remains to charge out of the array formation—there were still many materials, none to be wasted!
“The blade is fast, but it’s not enough to kill me!”
Behind Mo Shumei, a vine broke through the ground, rotating and forming Song Chiyue’s likeness.
“Tsk.”
The girl holding the saber frowned slightly.
A cold voice sounded in her mind.
“You have only half a stick of incense worth of time. After that, the backlash will begin immediately!”
“The second layer of the Great Sorrow Scripture can suppress and control me, but it cannot avoid this backlash…”
“If you want to live, first eliminate the demon cultivator remains, then retreat from the battlefield. Do not engage Song Chiyue.”
“Do you have such kindness?” Mo Shumei looked at the surrounding demon remains and Song Chiyue, her teeth gritted.
She knew how covetous the demon saber was of her body.
After being together for a long time, she knew very well that this demon saber was also a cunning old fox who ate people without bones.
One could never fully trust the words of a demon.
“Whether to believe or not is your choice, but I don’t want to fall into the hands of the sacred land.”
“I want your complete body… not a waste with spirit roots extracted, dao bodies devoured, and elixir fields removed!”
Mo Shumei snorted coldly and remained silent.
She merely held the saber horizontally, tilting the blade to shift the focus of the attack from Song Chiyue to the two demon remains.
Both were at the peak of the Golden Core stage. With the help of the demonic saber, it wouldn’t be difficult to force back the remains and Song Chiyue and escape opportunistically.
At that moment,
All the demonic energy in the demonic array was absorbed by the core of the array, causing the demonic array to close and the demonic energy to dissipate.
The battlefield littered with corpses was exposed to the eyes of the remaining sect disciples who hadn’t left yet.
Mo Shumei, who was battling Song Chiyue, was also revealed.
