By the time the demonic cultivators realized what was happening, one of their companions was already dead.
The female cultivator holding the guqin kept her head down, her fingers plucking the strings faster and faster, the music carrying a murderous aura like clashing weapons.
Innocent trees nearby were shattered, the ground split open in places—traces left by the sweeping sound waves.
Her attacks seemed wide-ranging and chaotic, but not a single demonic cultivator could break through her defenses.
Those who tried to get close realized just how tricky this woman who ruined their plans really was!
“We didn’t come here to cause you trouble.
We’re just handling some private business.
If you leave now, we’ll let bygones be bygones.
Judging by your looks, you’re just a rogue cultivator.
You don’t want the major sects of the Demon Lands coming after you, do you?” The demonic cultivator who first ambushed Wen Jiayin threatened her.
The usually silent female cultivator stopped playing.
The demonic cultivator was secretly pleased, thinking she’d been persuaded.
But before he could finish celebrating, she spat out a few icy words: “Demonic cultivators like you deserve to die.”
Her fingers suddenly sped up, and her attacks became twice as fierce as before.
Seeing this, Wen Jiayin joined the fight.
Since someone was helping her, she couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.
To avoid causing trouble for her ally, Wen Jiayin carefully coordinated her attacks with the female cultivator.
The woman glanced at her, subtly changing her rhythm, and the two of them supported each other perfectly, as if they’d practiced together countless times.
A look of surprise flashed in Wen Jiayin’s eyes.
This big sister was amazing—she could fight without any worries at all.
There were still six demonic cultivators left, but it felt like the two of them were surrounding the six! Not only were the demonic cultivators fighting awkwardly, but as time went on, they were being gradually suppressed!
The Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator glanced at the music cultivator, who seemed to be about his level, then at the little girl who was only at the peak of Qi Refining.
He realized he couldn’t drag this out any longer.
That music cultivator was strange—his killer moves were being erased without a sound.
If not for that, he wouldn’t be getting beaten so badly by a Qi Refining brat!
He quickly formed hand seals, and a demonic rune appeared faintly on the ground.
Suddenly, the other five demonic cultivators screamed.
Amid their shrill curses, bloody hands emerged from the rune and dragged them in, as if they were being devoured alive.
“Damn! He’s not even sparing his own companions?!” Wen Jiayin had seen this kind of thing plenty of times in the Demon Subduing Hall, but she still wasn’t used to it.
As a normal person, she found it utterly despicable.
The demonic cultivator’s aura soared, stopping at the peak of Foundation Establishment.
Maybe he could go even higher, but if he did, the secret realm would reject him.
“The secret realm just opened, and you two already forced me to use this secret art.
Not bad.
You’re worth your bounty.” The last sentence was directed at Wen Jiayin.
“Explain yourself.
What bounty?” She’d barely left her sect for the first time—how could she already have a price on her head?
“Hmph, you don’t need to know.” The demonic cultivator’s demonic energy surged, his spiritual pressure rising a whole level, making Wen Jiayin feel like she couldn’t breathe.
Every nerve in her body screamed danger.
Just then, the female cultivator behind Wen Jiayin moved.
She plucked a string, and a chill like a winter wind swept past.
Even Wen Jiayin, a fire spiritual root cultivator, shivered.
But then, the demonic cultivator’s spiritual pressure collapsed.
With the pressure gone, Wen Jiayin felt lighter.
She was about to thank the big sister behind her, but for some reason, the woman’s mood seemed to suddenly turn irritable, and her music changed ever so slightly—becoming a bit impatient.
“Zheng, zheng zheng…” The music cultivator seemed to switch to another tune, suppressing the demonic cultivator from every angle.
With only one opponent left, she didn’t have to worry about hurting anyone else and could attack however she wanted.
The demonic cultivator had made a bad move.
But he couldn’t have known—before using the secret art to boost his cultivation, he’d only been at mid-Foundation Establishment, and the music cultivator felt like she was on his level.
But now, even after boosting himself to peak Foundation Establishment, she still felt just as strong as him! What the hell!
“You—” Before he could finish, the music cultivator’s attack caught up to him.
Wen Jiayin was about to help when she heard the music cultivator’s cool voice: “No need.
Stand back.”
Wen Jiayin hesitated, then obediently stepped back.
This big sister seemed really strong.
If she didn’t want help, Wen Jiayin would just watch and step in if needed.
The demonic cultivator realized the woman was trouble, so he didn’t hold back, throwing out all his best moves.
But no matter what he tried, she handled it with ease—it was useless.
He gritted his teeth, pulled out a scroll, tore it open, and threw it on the ground.
The scroll turned into a beam of light and sank into the earth.
Wen Jiayin didn’t have time to stop him before black smoke started rising from the ground, and the surroundings began to blur, with things appearing that shouldn’t exist in the mortal world.
Wen Jiayin’s eyes widened.
Was it her imagination, or did she just see the Bridge of Forgetfulness? Under the bridge, countless ghosts reached up, trying to drag people down.
Suddenly, the waters of the Yellow Springs surged, and the ghosts climbed onto the shore!
Wen Jiayin immediately got ready, holding two talismans in her hand.
If things got out of control, she’d grab the music cultivator and run!
“Cheap knockoff.” To her surprise, the music cultivator wasn’t scared at all—she even looked a little disdainful.
Her eerie music rang out, matching the atmosphere perfectly.
Suddenly, Wen Jiayin heard a scream.
The illusion vanished, and the demonic cultivator collapsed, blood streaming from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
“How is this possible? How could you break it…” The demonic cultivator stared in disbelief.
Even though this was just a replica of a true artifact, it was still powerful enough to kill a Golden Core cultivator! Was this music cultivator actually a powerful expert hiding her true strength?
He suddenly remembered the intel they’d received—maybe the righteous side had gotten wind of something too.
Realizing this, he knew he had to get out immediately!
“Trying to run?” Wen Jiayin saw the demonic cultivator sprinting thousands of meters away and, without thinking, threw her sword.
Her aim was good—it hit!
Hearing another scream in the distance, the music cultivator lifted her hand from the strings.
“Got him.”
“Hehe!” Wen Jiayin grinned.
“I’m pretty good, huh? Let’s go check—don’t let him get away, or he’ll be a huge problem!”
“Mm.” The music cultivator nodded.
“Oh, right, I’m Wen Jiayin.
Thank you for saving me.
May I ask your name? I’ll definitely prepare a big gift to thank you later.” On the way, Wen Jiayin realized she didn’t even know her savior’s name.
She had to thank her properly—couldn’t not even know what to call her.
“My name… Bai Hansu.” The music cultivator’s voice was a little stiff when she said her name.
