“Tch, coward.” Wen Jiayin muttered under her breath.
Li Youxi felt like even her hair was on fire.
Coward? The thing she’d heard most growing up was how reckless she was—no one had ever called her a coward! “If you’re so brave, why don’t you go!” She couldn’t help but shout.
“Li Youxi, stop messing around.” Zhi Chang’an frowned, and just a glance from her made Li Youxi shut up.
Who’s messing around! Li Youxi grumbled in her stomach, but as soon as Zhi Chang’an got mad, she didn’t dare talk back.
No, how could Miss Li ever be scared? She was just being considerate to her Junior Martial Sister! Wen Jiayin: I don’t see you being considerate to me, and I’m not your Elder Martial Sister either…
“Jokes aside, let’s think about where we’re going next.
This whole place is covered in fog, we can’t see a thing.
Are we just supposed to rely on luck?” Zhi Chang’an was talking to Wen Jiayin and Li Youxi, but her eyes were on Bai Hansu.
She figured this woman must have everything planned out.
“The demonic energy is thick over there.
That should be where the secret treasure is.” Bai Hansu pointed in a direction.
The demonic cultivators must have gotten some concrete info before coming.
Following them couldn’t go wrong.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind—perfect, just perfect.
“Good, as long as we have a direction.
Let’s go check it out.” Wen Jiayin trusted Bai Hansu’s strength completely and didn’t question her at all.
Li Youxi naturally had no objections.
Zhi Chang’an frowned slightly, a bit suspicious but still agreed.
After all, besides the path Bai Hansu pointed out, they had nowhere else to go.
But she still hadn’t let go of her doubts about Bai Hansu! Li Youxi was useless, and Jiayin had been bewitched by this wicked woman.
Now she was the only clear-headed one in the team—she had to keep a close eye on this woman!
She stared at Bai Hansu’s back with a hint of hostility.
Most people would feel like they were sitting on pins and needles, but Bai Hansu didn’t mind at all.
In fact, the corners of her mouth curled up ever so slightly.
If Zhi Chang’an noticed, her demon form would probably explode into a ball of fur.
“There’s a big fight between demonic cultivators up ahead.
Be careful.” Bai Hansu warned, a bit uneasy.
“Don’t worry, Hansu, I’ll be careful.
You take care too, don’t push yourself!” Of course, nothing’s more important than safety.
But compared to the main force, Bai Hansu, the rest of them were actually safer.
Wen Jiayin was more worried about Bai Hansu getting hurt.
“I’ll be fine.
Those Ming demonic cultivators are nothing.”
Bai Hansu’s overly relaxed attitude made everyone else feel a bit more at ease too.
Given her previous impressive record, Wen Jiayin didn’t doubt her at all.
In fact, until she learned Bai Hansu’s true identity in the future, she’d always have a surreal overestimation of a Foundation Establishment cultivator’s strength.
Li Youxi and Zhi Chang’an were the same.
“How many demonic cultivators are there, Miss Bai? Can you see? If there are too many, we don’t need to fight them head-on.” Li Youxi squeezed between the two, completely oblivious to the mood.
“A lot, but there’s no rush.”
Li Youxi scratched her head, not sure what Bai Hansu meant by “no rush,” until they got closer to their destination.
In a certain area within the mist, wild demonic energy clashed recklessly, almost staining the pure white fog black and red.
The mist here interfered with everyone’s spiritual sense.
Cultivators whose spiritual sense wasn’t strong enough couldn’t see through the obstacles.
The demonic cultivators fighting here were like a bunch of half-blind people brawling, all close combat, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.
The ground was already stained with reddish-brown marks, and there were scattered corpses lying around—some righteous sect disciples, some demonic cultivators.
A small group of unlucky righteous disciples had stumbled into the middle of two groups of demonic cultivators.
The demonic cultivators originally wanted to capture them for a reward, but unfortunately, the two groups weren’t on the same side.
Their respective demon lords didn’t get along, so their underlings were naturally hostile too.
Neither side wanted to lose out when it came to dividing the spoils, each thinking the other was trying to take advantage.
After arguing over several plans, the two groups of demonic cultivators started fighting.
Determined not to let the other side benefit, they ended up killing all the unlucky righteous cultivators.
By the time Bai Hansu saw it, the ground was already covered in corpses—there was no saving them.
The two groups of demonic cultivators were still fighting fiercely, completely unaware that strangers were approaching.
Or maybe they noticed but didn’t care.
Most of them had hidden their cultivation to get in, and didn’t see the righteous sect brats as a threat.
Everyone knew this secret realm was just a training ground for the righteous sects’ kids—what trouble could they cause?
But just as the righteous disciples hadn’t expected demonic cultivators to sneak in, the demonic cultivators never imagined that this time, a max-level righteous boss would come to slaughter the newbie village.
“Holy crap, the demonic energy here is as thick as the Demon Suppression Hall!” Wen Jiayin blurted out in surprise.
“What’s the Demon Suppression Hall?” Li Youxi asked beside her.
“Nothing, just a pretty bad place.”
“Are they… fighting up ahead?” Zhi Chang’an sensed a very dangerous aura from the overwhelming demonic energy.
These demonic cultivators were probably no pushovers.
“Infighting.” Bai Hansu summed it up in two simple words.
“They’re fighting each other? Even better, saves us the trouble!” Li Youxi clapped her hands and laughed.
Yeah, as long as they hid themselves well, they could just wait for the results.
Good thing they’d kicked that useless Chu Mingqi out in time.
With her lousy concealment skills, they’d have been discovered right away and faced a two-pronged attack from the demonic cultivators! Just thinking about it made her scalp tingle.
Bai Hansu quietly spread her spiritual sense to hide the three girls within it.
Their own concealment was decent, but the people on the other side weren’t ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators.
Amid the chaos caused by the demonic cultivators, corpse after corpse of the defeated fell to the ground.
But no one noticed that the demonic energy lingering in their bodies didn’t dissipate into the air—it was being absorbed by the earth, as if something hidden underground was greedily sucking up the demonic cultivators’ life force.
No matter how fierce the battle, it would eventually end.
When Wen Jiayin saw the swirling demonic energy start to settle, she knew the time was almost right.
“Tch, Ji Hun Demon Lord’s reach is really long, even stretching over here! We got badly hurt for the young lord’s sake.
When we get back, the Demon Lord better reward us well.” The victors vented their anger by stepping on the corpses of the losers.
There shouldn’t have been so much trouble—just grab the treasure and go.
But Ji Hun Demon Lord had to stir things up!
“But bro, since this is about the young lord, did the Demon Lord really only send us? Isn’t he overestimating us? What if we mess up?” Another demonic cultivator, sitting cross-legged and bandaging his wounds, asked the guy next to him.
“How could we mess up? Against this bunch of losers, we can’t possibly lose, right?” The demonic cultivator was clearly overconfident, forgetting how badly they’d been hurt.
But after thinking for a moment, he added, “But since it’s about the Demon Lord’s only son, of course he’s worried.
That’s why he sent Lord Qu Wu too, but he hasn’t arrived yet.
We just got lucky and ended up here first.”
“Lord Qu Wu?” The guy suddenly understood.
“He actually sent a Nascent Soul cultivator.
The Demon Lord really went all out.”
“Not surprising.
The young lord is the Demon Lord’s favorite, so of course he wants everything to go perfectly.”
The surviving demonic cultivators let their guard down after winning.
So when the sound of a zither rang out, none of them reacted in time.
“Careful! Enemies!” The guy who spoke didn’t even finish his sentence before a blade of sound sliced through his throat.
Then a barrage of attacks came down like a storm, not giving the enemy a chance to breathe.
“What’s happening to my power?!” someone suddenly screamed.
“My demonic energy is being restrained too!”
“Damn it! It’s a trap!”
A formation called the Demon-Slaying Curse lit up with ancient patterns, casting a pale blue light over all the demonic cultivators.
Under its effect, their strength was suppressed by at least thirty or forty percent.
A pale hand reached out and grabbed the tiny nascent soul of a demonic cultivator who’d been playing dead after losing under Ji Hun Demon Lord’s command.
Sensing things were going south, the guy tried to sneak away, but got caught red-handed.
The remaining demonic cultivators were on high alert, only to see a woman carrying a zither step out of the mist.
She looked delicate and harmless, but the struggling, nearly suffocated nascent soul in her hand proved just how terrifying she was.
She walked over without any aura, but made all the demonic cultivators instinctively take a step back—a true example of one person surrounding a whole group.
“Who are you?!” No one present could possibly believe this woman was just a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Their first thought was that their plan had been leaked and the righteous sects had sent someone in.
Bai Hansu didn’t answer, because the dead didn’t need to know too much.
