The place where Ye Guguang died is north of Yu Family Village.
That day, Yue Gantang entered the cave and released the remaining living people; meanwhile, two other companions teamed up to hunt down Ye Guguang, who had escaped from the stone chamber.
Ye Guguang was not a true disciple of the Demon Sect, and reaching the Golden Core was already his limit.
Knowing he had no way to escape, he chose “Heavenly Demon Disintegration,” causing his demonic power to explode.
Wherever the blood fell, it turned into scorched earth, leaving no life behind.
The cultivators of Spring and Autumn Heaven Palace are not skilled in purification spells, so they could only set up the Seal of Vast Righteousness around to suppress it.
In theory, with the Seal of Vast Righteousness in place, the blood evil should not spread, but recently, signs of poisoning have appeared among the villagers of Yu Family Village.
Spring and Autumn Heaven Palace suspects it is leaking from the place where Ye Guguang died, so they sent disciples to investigate.
“Didn’t that old demon cultivate blood arts?
How could it spread poison gas?”
Ji Yutang asked, puzzled.
“The times change, and the five elements transform, so there might be changes,” Yan Shouxia, one of the companions, replied seriously to Ji Yutang’s words.
“Our goal is to extract a wisp of the poison gas and reinforce the Seal of Vast Righteousness.”
There weren’t many people walking on the mountain path, but everyone remained vigilant, as anything related to the Demon Sect was never a good thing.
The rustling of leaves and the occasional startled birds flapping away added to the tension.
When they were still several miles from Yu Family Village, they sensed an inexplicable aura in the air, causing dizziness.
Fortunately, each disciple had experienced many tasks, and biting their tongues, they quickly regained their senses and slapped a miasma-avoidance talisman on themselves.
One disciple spoke up, “Has the poison gas already formed a miasma?
Can the Seal of Vast Righteousness still hold?”
Yan Shouxia confidently replied, “It must be there.
If the Seal of Vast Righteousness were completely broken, the senior uncles and masters would have sensed it.”
She furrowed her brows and added, “Perhaps the poison miasma is leaking from somewhere else?”
“If that’s the case, isn’t the situation even worse?”
a fellow disciple muttered.
Yan Shouxia didn’t respond and continued forward.
The deeper they went, the clearer the sense of the miasma became, and their surroundings gradually turned gray, as if shrouded in a layer of haze.
The light on their miasma-avoidance talismans flickered, but as time passed, it dimmed.
The group remained unfazed as they replaced the talismans, but the deeper they went, the faster the talismans’ spiritual energy was depleted, exceeding the academy’s expectations for this miasma.
“Only two days have passed since the message was sent, how could it change so quickly?”
Yan Shouxia took a deep breath, her brows tightly knit.
“The evil energy and miasma are surging out, probably not driven by external forces, but rather from an evil spirit unearthed underground,” Li Jingyu, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.
Yan Shouxia was startled by her words and blurted out, “Who would be digging up earth evil here?”
Li Jingyu didn’t respond, a dark gleam flashing in her eyes as she harbored a suspicion.
Among the four major Demon Sects, there was also brutal infighting.
If not for some life-and-death matter, the four Demon Sects wouldn’t unite.
Among them, Tianhai Demon Sect was the most devoted to the Demon Ancestor, considered the true lineage.
It was said they had a Twelve Demon God Stakes plan, selecting twelve locations to drive Demon God Stakes into the ground, causing turbid evil energy to rise and change the situation between the mysterious and demonic!
Although the other three sects didn’t participate, they were happy to see such a result.
“Going further might be dangerous, we need to send the message back to the academy first,” Yan Shouxia murmured, turning to Ji Yutang and Li Jingyu, “Junior Sister Ji, Junior Sister Ran, I’ll have to trouble you two to send the message back.”
Yan Shouxia had her considerations; the deeper they went, the more dangerous it became, and these two were guests of the academy, so she couldn’t let anything happen to them here.
“What about you?”
Ji Yutang asked, frowning.
Yan Shouxia didn’t hide her intentions and said directly, “I want to go deeper and take a look.”
“Just you guys, that’s too dangerous,” Li Jingyu raised an eyebrow and smiled, “Senior Sister Yan, I still have a communication talisman on me, I can send the message out.
As for going deeper, let’s all go together.”
The Twelve Demon God Stakes plan of Tianhai Demon Sect only revealed endless benefits to the demonic path, but Li Jingyu didn’t believe that was all.
If there really was a Demon God Stake here stirring up turbid evil energy, she definitely wanted to see it.
“Yeah,” Ji Yutang agreed.
Seeing their insistence, Yan Shouxia nodded slightly, not intending to persuade further.
The miasma-avoidance talismans were almost losing their effectiveness, but fortunately, they had other pills with them, so the miasma posed no threat to them.
Not far away.
A high-crowned cultivator in black stood on a rock, turning with amusement to a Red-clothed Female Cultivator standing on two snakes, and said in a deep voice, “Someone’s coming, looks like cultivators from Spring and Autumn Heaven Palace.
Junior Sister Yun, were these people once your fellow disciples?”
The Red-clothed Female Cultivator replied indifferently, “I told you, it’s in the past, why bring it up again?”
The high-crowned cultivator chuckled lightly, then suddenly frowned.
“Junior Sister Yun, do you sense a familiar aura?
The kind from the Taiyin lineage…
that repulsive aura!”
He was a cultivator of Tianhai Demon Sect, practicing the “White Cang Yin Fire Art,” a fire of the yin attribute, repelling the Taiyin lineage.
The Red-clothed Female Cultivator didn’t respond, casting a water mirror spell to reflect the figures in the miasma.
Her gaze lingered on Yan Shouxia for a moment before finally settling on Li Jingyu.
“Is it her?
Ji Yue?”
The Red-clothed Female Cultivator showed a hint of surprise, “Why is she with Confucian Sect cultivators?”
The high-crowned cultivator’s eyes flashed with disdain, replying, “Maybe she has a plan.
Who can guess the intentions of those women from Huoxin Palace?”
His face twisted into a malicious smile, “Perhaps she’s taken a liking to a disciple from Spring and Autumn Heaven Palace and wants to capture him for dual cultivation?”
The Red-clothed Female Cultivator didn’t respond.
While others from Huoxin Palace might do such things, the Saintess Ji Yue would not.
She rarely appeared before others, and those who saw her would think she was a disciple of Wangqing Sect, not from Huoxin Palace.
Is she now walking openly without fear of her identity being exposed?
Or has the palace master of Huoxin Palace already prepared to confront the Ran Family?
