Chapter 87: Nü Nu He Huan Sect

Thinking carefully, Lu Xingzhou finally understood the reason.

The elites and strong ones of the Tianxing Sword Sect who came to attack the mountain were originally the best from the Fragrant Incense Tower; no matter who arranged it, they would not continue to leave them here to manage the follow-up work, as that would be tantamount to self-sabotage.

Therefore, Shen Tang was taking them back to hold a meeting and arranging for others to come and garrison the place. During this short gap of a day or two, this mountain was temporarily unguarded.

Meanwhile, the Demon Suppression Bureau and the army in the prefecture were exactly in a state of panic due to the demon case, so for the time being, this place was an area no one managed.

With residual resources here and usable corpses of cultivators, the Yin Corpse Sect smelled the scent and came; after all, they would just strip everything and leave, and no one would know.

As a result, a large number of nearby ordinary cultivators came to scavenge, and this caused a conflict.

Lu Xingzhou frowned, feeling somewhat hesitant. If there were no such conflict and slaughter, he certainly would not get involved; but in reality, this conflict did not concern him either. If it were before, he still would not have gotten involved, as there was no need to clash with outsiders or fellow cultivators.

But he did not know why now, he felt a bit like getting involved.

He did not know if it was because he now felt he did not belong to the Demonic Path, or because someone's gentle eyes had melted his heart, making him especially unable to bear seeing such things at this moment.

Besides, if he sat by and let this happen, what would the suffering he endured in his childhood amount to? Would it be to let others experience it too?

He hesitated for only a second, then flew out in his wheelchair.

Behind him, Du Gu Miss Qingli opened her eyes, a slight smile in them: "Master was right; whether one's thoughts are of the Demonic Path is not determined by one's origin."

In the ruins, a disciple of the Yin Corpse Sect chased a cultivator from Dongjiang Prefecture, sneering as he was about to deliver the killing blow. Suddenly, his whole body went numb, a great force surged, and he was grabbed back through the air.

Turning his head, he saw a man in a wheelchair pull him close, then his voice transmitted to the whole field: "Everyone stop for now."

The people of the Yin Corpse Sect were stunned for a moment, then quickly gathered around; a man who seemed to be the leader stepped out from the crowd, sneering: "Setting up a stage? Who are you?"

Lu Xingzhou said indifferently: "Lu Xingzhou of the Tianxing Sword Sect. This is my Tianxing Sword Sect's place; have you crossed the boundary?"

The Tianxing Sword Sect now had some reputation, so that leader of the Yin Corpse Sect was somewhat wary for a moment. Their Yin Corpse Sect was a second-grade sect, but the Tianxing Sword Sect had been able to wipe out the third-grade Fragrant Incense Tower, so they were not to be trifled with either.

However, the Demonic Path is ultimately the Demonic Path; if they really just left in shame because one person said a single word, how would they continue to mix in the future?

That man soon sneered: "The Yin Corpse Sect is conducting business; your lordship should better step aside. Seeing that you are the master of this place, we will not touch you; the others have nothing to do with your lordship, so do not meddle, lest you bring disaster upon yourself."

"Conducting business on my territory and asking me to step aside?" Lu Xingzhou let out a helpless laugh: "How about this... the Demonic Path has its own rules, very simple: you and I fight; if you lose, take your people and roll away, and this matter will be over."

The rules of the Demonic Path are very simple: fists speak. When both sides have a conflict, whoever is stronger has the say. Especially between two factions of the Demonic Path, there is even less birth of sect conflicts; everyone knows they are rats in the gutter, dealing with the encirclement of the Righteous Path is already more than enough, so there is no reason for fellow cultivators to fight each other to the death. One-on-one decisive battles are a common situation.

That man looked at Lu Xingzhou with some surprise: "You are so young, and have dealt with the Demonic Path?"

Lu Xingzhou smiled slightly and did not answer.

That man sneered: "And what if you lose?"

Lu Xingzhou acted as if nothing was wrong: "If I lose, this place will naturally be at your lordship's disposal."

That man looked Lu Xingzhou over, then laughed loudly: "Then get out!"

Before the words had even finished, a wisp of Yin Qi had already swept towards Lu Xingzhou.

Although he was only a small leader, he was also fifth grade; this person was only sixth grade and lame, yet he actually dared to propose a duel, simply laughable...

Before the thought had even flashed through his mind, that wisp of Yin Qi was already pinched in Lu Xingzhou's hand, kneaded and kneaded into a ball, then suddenly dispersed.

That man stared in shock.

Lu Xingzhou smiled slightly: "Is it my turn?"

A Bai Fan was erected; that man's soul scattered in terror: "Ten Thousand Souls Banner! Are you the Demonic Path or am I the Demonic Path!"

The degree to which the behavior of evil demons and outsiders is hated or feared varies; the Yin Corpse Sect, which plays with corpses, is hated by gods and ghosts, while the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which plays with souls, is even more disgusting than playing with corpses; that truly makes people unable to achieve rebirth, and even after death, they are imprisoned for eternal torment.

Resentful souls howled, and that man ran away, rolling and crawling.

However, Lu Xingzhou's resentful souls were not aimed at him at all; ghostly wails and fierce shrieks rose, charging towards a slender figure on the side who seemed to be a small lackey.

That small lackey's hood covered his face, making his features unclear; in fact, he had already secretly condensed a technique in his hand to launch a sneak attack. Seeing that Lu Xingzhou seemed to have anticipated it, he couldn't help but let out an "Eh," and chuckled.

His right hand waved lightly, and the condensed technique suddenly erupted, easily scattering the resentful souls: "Interesting... the Judge before the Hall of the King of Hell is indeed interesting."

The voice was charming and seductive, as if scratching into people's hearts.

The people of the Yin Corpse Sect were all dumbfounded: "Who taught you that you can launch a sneak attack during a Demonic Path decisive battle? Once this gets out, how can my Yin Corpse Sect stand before fellow cultivators... no, who are you? Where did a woman come from among my subordinates?"

"That is because you are stupid." The small lackey chuckled: "He is just one person; if he dies here, who will know what happened... don't you think so, Judge Lu?"

As the words fell, a strange, decadent aura spread; everyone present felt a moment of daze, and their bodies became somewhat hot.

"Damn! The Nü Nu He Huan Sect!" That leader of the Yin Corpse Sect was simply furious: "Let's go!"

In the blink of an eye, the people of the Yin Corpse Sect were actually scared away by such a mere woman hidden in a hood whose face could not even be seen; their legs ran faster than carriage wheels.

If playing with corpses is hated by gods and ghosts, and playing with souls makes people fear and hate, then the Nü Nu He Huan Sect makes people both love and hate.

Controlling living people into their dogs is hate; draining people to death alive is hate... but how can a fish know the joy of another? How many people want to voluntarily kneel on the ground and lick their feet, to be their dogs?

Regardless, the Yin Corpse Sect, which deals with corpses, absolutely has no interest in this; they would rather go home and accompany corpses.

"My lord Judge, they fear me." That figure chuckled lightly: "What about you?"

Lu Xingzhou said nothing, only driving the Soul Banner.

Just now, that guy was definitely trying to ambush him; who would speak kindly to her... dealing with the Demonic Path is most annoying with this kind of two-faced behavior, acting one way in front and another behind; it is better than the straightforward people of the Yin Corpse Sect, where bad is just bad. This woman is not only bad, but also wants the Yin Corpse Sect to take the blame.

Black flames silently invaded; the woman initially did not take it seriously and waved her hand casually, but as soon as she made contact, she immediately realized something was wrong, and with a "Boom," she retreated in a狼狈 manner, her hood even burned away.

Revealing a face of unparalleled beauty that could topple nations and cities, utterly enchanting.

"When did the Nü Nu He Huan Sect produce such a powerful direct disciple?" Lu Xingzhou acted as if he did not see it, unmoved, and continued to drive the Soul Banner.

"The Judge truly does not understand romance..." The woman's figure flashed, and she was already behind the wheelchair, her slender hand reaching for the back of his head.

If touched, it would cause stupidity at best, or at worst, invade his sea of consciousness, making him a puppet.

Just at this moment, sword light flared up behind her; Du Gu Miss Qingli, person and sword as one, shot like lightning at her back.

"You have fallen into a trap, Saintess Tian Yao... I was waiting for you..." The woman giggled, her slender hand sweeping backward, and pink mist instantly spread: "Truly unexpected, a cultivation body as cold as a frozen river would actively attack because a man was in danger... Ha..."

The sword light and the mist churned together, instantly shattering into pieces. But in Du Gu Miss Qingli's heart, there was a jolt, and she secretly cried out that things were not good.

Before this, the woman had been hiding her strength, looking like she was only fifth or sixth grade; only after this clash did she realize that the woman was actually fourth grade!

She was indeed lying in wait for her!

Since she was deliberately lying in wait for her, this mist must be targeted... Du Gu Miss Qingli instantly closed all her pores, but a small amount had already seeped in.

In an instant, his whole body grew hot, and his sapphire-blue eyes grew slightly hazy.

This state felt strangely familiar... Was the secret ultimate technique of the Chastity Maiden Union Sect actually much the same as Lu Xingzhou's Wheelchair Reversal?

"Frosty Sky, Frozen Moon, all dyed in dust... Once this glacier melts, who knows if the spring waters will flood... Hehe..." The woman's slender finger pointed, stabbing straight into Dugu Miss Qingli's third eye.

She intended to completely cripple this direct disciple of the Heavenly Yao Holy Land! Even if she couldn't kill her, she would make her cultivation technique gather dust, leaving her no room for further progress.

Dugu Miss Qingli's seemingly hazy blue eyes suddenly changed.

That sapphire blue seemed to spread, turning even the whites of her eyes a mass of blue light; the whole person looked like ten-thousand-year-old dark ice, devoid of any human warmth.

"Swish!" The Frosty Sky Sword emerged, and blood sprayed.

The woman clearly hadn't expected that Dugu Miss Qingli, who looked as if she had already been struck, not only didn't weaken but grew even stronger by a third. This strike she actually failed to dodge; a streak of blood blossomed on her shoulder.

She covered her shoulder and retreated a step, as if realizing something: "Heh, sealing the Spirit Platform, like reflecting a frozen river... This state of yours cannot last; how many more breaths can you hold out?"

Her body spun, and she pinched Lu Xingzhou's throat with one hand: "If you want him dead, then continue."

In the blink of an eye, the entire battle situation had shifted. Lu Xingzhou had just turned his wheelchair, and his throat was already touched by her slender fingers.

Without a word, he pushed both palms flat forward, blasting straight at the woman's lower abdomen.

Even if he were strangled to death, this strike would shatter her Dantian.

The woman pressed with her left hand, blocking Lu Xingzhou's two palms; they clashed with a boom.

Her left shoulder had been injured, so her strength was insufficient now; she hadn't expected that Lu Xingzhou's Yin-Yang Wheel Rotation, with its spiral-like, cunning Qi force, could actually hold her ground.

Regardless of how many preconditions existed, this was a Sixth-Rank fighting a Fourth-Rank! A look of incredulous astonishment flashed in the woman's eyes, and behind her, Dugu Miss Qingli's sword was already attacking again.

Just as the woman was about to dodge, Lu Xingzhou's legs, which had been sitting on the wheelchair and seemed useless, suddenly kicked upward from below, striking between her legs without a trace of fire or smoke.

The woman's eyes bulged, and her body instinctively arched; Lu Xingzhou's two palms, pushing flat at her lower abdomen, seemed to touch something, trembling and quivering.

Before anything could be reacted to, the sword of Dugu Miss Qingli from behind pierced her back with no room between the blade and her heart.

The woman could only dodge aside to avoid the vital point; she didn't know what technique she used, but she vanished instantly. A cluster of blood fell in the air, blooming like a flower amidst the snow filling the sky.

"Lu Xingzhou... I will remember you... Sooner or later, I will make it so you cannot find life nor death..." The coughing sound gradually faded away, and she was already gone, no one knowing where.

Dugu Miss Qingli suddenly went limp and fell downward. Lu Xingzhou quickly caught her, and just as he was about to speak, the voice of the Yin Corpse Sect came again from afar: "Haha... That stinky woman is gone; it's our turn to pick up the scraps, right?"

Lu Xingzhou swallowed the words he wanted to say, held Dugu Miss Qingli, and launched himself in a single spring, jumping straight back into the Profound Magnetic Earth Vein, sealing the cave entrance once more.

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