Chapter 67: Who’s the Veteran Dropping Gold Coins Again?
“ROAR!!”
Suddenly, a mighty roar echoed from outside the camp, and there stood a Black and White Tiger with two tails—the kind that totally didn’t get the memo about being low-key.
Its razor-sharp claws were smeared with black-red bl**d, and a few ragged strips of cloth clung to its fur, clearly the victim had been a disciple it’s miffed at.
“Is that a Nascent Soul Stage monster beast?”
“Evil creature! How dare it injure a disciple of our Heavenly Sword Sect!”
“Oh no, it’s charging straight at us! Quick, stop it!”
Sure enough, the beast stormed toward the camp, targeting that injured disciple. The crowd scrambled to block its path.
Clangs of sword Qi filled the air, beast roars and shouts of battle blending into one chaotic symphony.
“Alright, this beast…” Yu Yao standing a bit away furrowed her brow, “It looks almost exactly like those two beasties blocking our way earlier.”
Same flesh and bl**d—that body strength, no spiritual aura activation.
Normally, Nascent Soul Stage beast beasts could speak human language and act just like us, but why does this one behave like an ordinary beast?
Could it be that Ye Tang didn’t d*e after all?
Meanwhile, Bai Feng also paused his array formation, his eyebrows knitting together as he noticed the beast storming into camp.
“Why doesn’t this Nascent Soul monster have Divine Consciousness?”
You think Ye Tang’s resurrected? Honestly, that guy’s probably getting a royal scolding in hell right now.
No, it could also be that strange weapon—if Ye Tang got it from the Secret Realm, then there’s probably more than one!
“Brother, there’s a monster beast invasion. Stay close to me, alright?”
As Bai Feng pondered, Bai Yu Mo hurried over, her expression serious.
“This beast, it’s the same as those Ye Tang commanded,” Bai Feng said quietly.
“What?” Bai Yu Mo was stunned, her brow creasing. “Didn’t Ye Tang d*e?”
Bai Feng shook his head. “Highly unlikely. I already burnt him to ashes. What I’m worried about is something else.”
Her expression darkened—she knew exactly what he meant. Someone else might be controlling these beast beasts, and now they’re eyeing our Heavenly Sword Sect.
“Yu Mo, please help deal with that beast. Try not to use the Heavenly Sword unless necessary. I worry there could be more.”
“But… the demon woman might still be nearby…” Bai Yu Mo hesitated, wary. If she goes to fight the beast, Bai Feng’s safety might become compromised.
“Just keep other disciples away from me,” Bai Feng said no-nonsense, already back to drawing the array. “I can recognize you, but I might not spot others. As long as they stay far enough, I won’t be at risk. The most important thing is to finish this formation quickly.”
After a moment of silence, Bai Feng looked up and saw Bai Yu Mo staring blankly at him.
“What’s wrong?”
“Ah… nothing…” Bai Yu Mo suddenly snapped out of it, hurriedly shook her head, cheeks slightly flushed. “Just do as Brother says!”
She turned and hurried away.
Bai Feng watched her leave, puzzled. Had she said something weird?
Meanwhile, Bai Yu Mo sent the message ahead: Bai Feng’s building the array—important moment, other disciples stay back.
She glances toward Bai Feng’s direction, a hand placed lightly on her chest, feeling her heartbeat quicken.
To Bai Feng, it’s just a normal line. After all, he can identify the Child of Destiny through the system. But to her, it carries a different meaning.
Could that mean she’s a bit more special in Bai Feng’s eyes? Maybe she’s irreplaceable?
Outside the camp.
“Gee, who would’ve thought? Something unexpected! Which Demon Path veteran left us a backup plan?”
The Hundred Faced Saintess eyes the dazed beast with a playful smirk.
She spins around to glance at Bai Feng’s direction. Even now, Bai Yu Mo is fighting a Nascent Soul Stage beast, and Bai Feng’s got no defenses—perfect timing, almost too perfect.
But she feels this is precisely the most dangerous moment. As a sly Demon Woman notorious for fooling others, she knows better than anyone that trouble often hides when you least expect it.
Plus, Bai Feng is pretty clever—this could very well be a trap to lure her out.
“Better go see which veteran is dropping coins now.”
The Hundred Faced Saintess contemplates for a long moment, deciding to pass on the tempting opportunity. The time’s on her side—right now, she just wants to see which veteran is blowing gold coins.
…
“I think it failed,” a figure cloaked in black, face hidden behind a mask, muttered to someone standing nearby, also dressed similarly.
The other person sounded annoyed: “Couldn’t even stop a Nascent Soul beast?”
“You know how it is—I’m telling you, among the four sects, the Heavenly Sword Sect packs the strongest punch. Plus, the beasties we’re controlling are just fighting instincts now, most of their abilities are gone.”
“Heh, if that cocky Ye Tang hadn’t borrowed three Nascent Soul beast beasts, we wouldn’t be so passive right now.”
“They’re dead, what can we do now?”
“Such useless trash—couldn’t even take down a Golden Core disciple. No idea how that idiot was chosen by the Divine Monarch,” the first black-clad dude grumbled.
“Cut it out. Anyway, Ye Tang’s storage bag is enough to make up for our losses,” he added, stopping their bickering. “Let’s accelerate—grab the Thousand Array Sect’s inheritance already.”
“Don’t worry, this is the famous ‘Thousand Array,’ even though it can only unleash five-rank array power now, and only one form at a time, it’s more than enough to deal with a few Heavenly Sword Sect disciples.”
Inside the array.
“The power of the flames seems even greater… Is the opponent already getting impatient?”
Luo Chen frowned, swinging his long sword to cut down the attacking fire dragon.
Around them, a semi-transparent membrane held back the raging flames outside. But with the fire becoming fiercer, the barrier was starting to falter, and the internal temperature was climbing.
“Don’t hold out blindly—switch out now if you can’t take it. Hurry and recover!”
He shouted to the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples behind him, continuously cutting down fire dragons to prevent them from destroying the flame barrier.
“Junior Brother, you too…”
Zi Xiaofeng’s senior sister finally mustered her courage, lifting her head to say something.
But Luo Chen cut her off immediately: “When you’re rested, go switch out.”
“…Understood.”
She looked miserable, once having held hope when Luo Chen came to save them. But now, she realized she was just a bystander.
She finally confirmed—they’d never go back to how they were before.
Luo Chen didn’t pay attention to her, instead looking toward Lin Yan outside the barrier. Unlike them, Lin Yan seemed completely unaffected by the flames, even absorbing fire in reverse for his cultivation.
‘Come on, Lin Brother! Keep going!’
And that’s where we leave it—what adventures await the Child of Destiny? Tune in next time!
