A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 316: The Imminent Clash of Righteousness and Evil
Fueled by his fury, he massacred every last one of them.
When he finally linked up with Ye Mo, Yan Moxuan sensed that he'd eliminated more disciples from the Fire Yang Sect and Devil Yin Sect than righteous ones within this secret realm.
After a prolonged silence hanging between the two, Yan Moxuan averted his gaze at last and whispered just one word.
"...Useless trash."
Upon hearing that, Ye Mo dipped his head a bit, his fists tightening hidden in his sleeves.
’Calm down... I just need to endure this...’
He kept telling himself over and over.
He dared not confront Yan Moxuan right here... not after losing two lives already.
Dying now would spell his permanent end.
Moreover, despite Yan Moxuan's weakened condition, Ye Mo understood he remained no match for the man.
For the moment, all he could do was bide his time until the secret realm sealed shut.
Afterward, he'd head back to the sect and beg his master for resources to rebuild a fresh existence.
Yet abruptly, a lovely voice pierced the heavy tension.
"Ahh!! Brother Yan!! I found you! This secret realm is so weird!!"
Tears streaming down her face, Yao Xin dashed toward them.
Both Ye Mo and Yan Moxuan turned toward the small but curvaceous woman, immediately spotting something off.
"What happened to your life force?" Yan Moxuan scowled as he questioned her.
At present, Yao Xin's face appeared deathly pale, like someone critically sick or freshly wounded badly.
Her vibrant energy had faded into something weak and faint.
Her face contorted at the query, as if the recollection haunted her deeply.
"I-I died, that’s why!"
Next, she recounted her ordeal.
The bizarre yet formidable puppet she'd faced, her death at its hands, and her revival via a hidden technique.
Still, since the method was flawed, her blood essence lingered in a terribly feeble state.
...Naturally, she omitted how she'd exhausted every Rank 3 talisman from her grandfather.
In the end, though they all walked the demonic path, that very reason meant she couldn't expose any vulnerability.
"We need to get out of this stupid place!" Yao Xin yelled.
She had zero desire to perish again or face that puppet once more.
The longer Yan Moxuan heard her out, the deeper his scowl grew.
To start, Ye Mo had described a freakish body-tempering righteous path disciple who could apparently match him.
Now a mysterious puppet had slain Yao Xin.
He was well aware of Yao Xin's cunning depths, making her demise far from simple.
Not even he knew the full extent of her hidden strengths.
But some unknown puppet had popped up from nowhere and managed to kill her...
A throbbing headache struck Yan Moxuan out of the blue.
Not from any sense of threat, but from his failure to locate his prey or fulfill his basic aims.
All at once, his eyes flared crimson as his feelings began slipping from his grasp.
Sensing this, Ye Mo and Yao Xin both retreated a cautious step on instinct.
Then,
A fierce, piercing killing intent erupted from Yan Moxuan.
The surrounding air even tinted faintly scarlet while odd red qi seeped out.
"Haa... Haa..."
Yet following several heavy breaths, Yan Moxuan regained his icy poise as he regarded them.
Right as words formed on his lips, his head snapped upward to the far-off sky.
Ye Mo and Yao Xin traced his line of sight.
Far away, a dazzling azure glow plunged from above like a plummeting comet, trailed by the grand outline of a huge blue phoenix crafted from strands of spiritual radiance.
This spectacle stunned with its splendor, emanating a supreme presence that all three sensed vividly.
"..."
Speechless, Yan Moxuan blinked away in a flash, charging after the light's slow descent.
Ye Mo and Yao Xin shared a swift look, avarice and thrill flashing in their eyes, then unleashed their movement arts to trail right after.
For cultivators such as them, this wondrous event signaled a divine chance to ascend further.
Danger or not, they resolved to check it out.
Before long, nearly all disciples across the secret realm spotted the descending blue glow and rising phoenix.
Seeing the priceless chance, both demonic and righteous path disciples converged on that spot.
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Deep in the woods somewhere...
A valiant, stunning beauty sporting a high ponytail leisurely cleaned the blood off her blade.
Beside her sprawled a decapitated body, its garb marking it as a Fire Yang Sect disciple.
"Hmm... this is the tenth demonic disciple I’ve encountered," she muttered, her wrist snapping to flourish the sword in a crisp sweep before sliding it back into its scabbard.
"It seems an entire group of them managed to sneak into this secret realm."
With a soft sigh, she added, "And I still haven’t found that seed of calamity..."
Suddenly, an elderly voice resounded inside her mind.
"Hoho... do not worry, my disciple. The opportunity I spoke of... has arrived."
Wei Zhenxin furrowed her brow lightly, a flash of confusion crossing her eyes.
She was on the verge of seeking clarification when... she spotted it.
A dazzling light plummeted from the heavens.
Her eyes sharpened at once upon detecting that primordial aura.
Simultaneously, Immortal Jiuming's elated voice boomed clearly within her sea of consciousness,
"That is the greatest opportunity within this realm... Go now, you will meet that woman there. Destroy the seed of calamity, and then seize that opportunity!"
Those words ignited determination in Wei Zhenxin’s eyes.
A steadfast smile spread across her face as she nodded with resolve.
"Yes, Master!"
In that very moment, she faded like a phantom, her form merging into the woods while she sped toward the descending light at breathtaking pace.
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As the whole secret realm plunged into chaos...
Far off from the spot where the enigmatic temple had crumbled—
The earth started to quiver, as if something thrust upward from below.
And shortly after,
....an ordinary brick wrapped in vines appeared, jutting out faintly.