A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 431: The Demonic Disciples

As for whether she consented or not? Li Feng didn’t care.

After all, this woman was one of the perpetrators who had tried to cause countless deaths and chaos inside this fortress, making her an enemy of the Azure Moon Sect.

So whoever was the enemy of his sect... was his enemy!

Li Feng shook his head with a strange smile.

"Ahh... Such a righteous and dedicated disciple I am. To even sacrifice my body to uncover the hidden intentions of these villains..."

Li Feng stood up and princess-carried the unconscious Purple Death in his arms.

Her body was surprisingly light despite her well-endowed figure, and her head lolled weakly against his chest.

The torn assassin clothes barely concealed her pale, mature curves, and every small movement caused her full breasts to jiggle softly against him.

Just then, Shadow lowered its head slightly, as if it had noticed that it done something wrong.

"It’s fine," Li Feng said, patting the top of the cracked white skull mask again.

"You did good by bringing her back alive. We’ll figure out how to wake her properly later. For now, go back and protect Yue Lan and Lan Suyao. Stay hidden and keep watch over them."

Li Feng planned to head inside the Divine Brick and conduct that experiment there.

As inside the Divine Brick, he would have far better control over the process.

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Meanwhile, inside the Divine Brick...

The Divine Vitalis Soul Tree stood tall and majestic at the center of this world, its massive trunk glowing with a soft, ethereal golden light.

Its branches stretched outward like protective arms, covered in vibrant leaves that shimmered with pure life force.

Beneath its canopy, the surrounding land thrived with abundant spiritual energy... lush spiritual herbs grew rapidly, crystal-clear streams flowed with nourishing spirit water, and faint motes of vital energy danced in the air like fireflies.

The entire space felt alive, harmonious, and filled with boundless potential.

But beneath this paradise... deeper underground, far below the roots of the Divine Vitalis Soul Tree, existed a hidden prison.

Little Ling had personally created this underground chamber under Li Feng’s orders to trap the demonic disciples who had dared to intrude during the chaos.

The walls were lined with thick, dark wooden branches grown from the Divine Vitalis Soul Tree itself, incredibly sturdy and infused with life force that could absorb and suppress spiritual energy, making it extremely difficult for any prisoner to recover their strength.

Even without that, the Divine Brick space itself already labeled anyone down here as "mortal" and stripped away their cultivation.

So escaping this place was practically impossible.

Currently inside this dark chamber, rows of prison cells made from thick wooden branches stretched out, filled with captured demonic disciples.

Most of them sat in silence, their faces pale and filled with despair as they felt their once-proud cultivation reduced to nothing.

Just then, a melodic yet frustrated shout of a woman echoed through the chamber as she grabbed the wooden bars with both hands.

"Ahhh!! Can someone show up already?! Hic... hic... I’m going crazy!"

It was Yao Xin.

The beautiful demonic disciple was currently tearing up as she tried to pry the wooden bars open with all her strength.

Her once seductive and arrogant demeanor had completely crumbled after being locked up for so long.

Her long hair was slightly messy, and her eyes were red from crying.

During that final moment inside the secret realm, Yao Xin didn’t retreat too far as she wanted to observe the fight between Li Feng and Yan Moxuan.

To her shock, before she could even celebrate Yan Moxuan’s revival, that dangerous tower suddenly appear out of nowhere and fall down.

So acting purely on instinct to survive, she followed that streak of light.

And to her surprise, she found herself in front of a massive tree and an entirely different world.

But before she could compose herself, vines shot out from the ground and dragged her down here, locking her up ever since.

"I’m Yao Xin! The great Yao Xin!" she shouted, gripping the wooden bars with both hands. "How dare you lock me up like this?! Let me out right now!! Hic... I’ll tell my grandpa everything! He’ll definitely come and destroy this stupid tree and turn all of you into fertilizer!!"

Her voice echoed through the underground prison, but the other demonic disciples only looked at her with tired, resigned expressions.

They had long given up on shouting.

The wooden bars didn’t budge an inch, and their cultivation remained completely sealed.

Just then, a lazy male voice echoed from the prison beside hers.

"Ahh~ Sister Yao, you don’t have to scream like that. It’s so unfitting of you."

Yao Xin gritted her teeth and turned to look at the handsome young man with short obsidian hair who was lying lazily on the floor of the adjacent cell.

"Ye Mo! Aren’t you a master of escaping death? Figure something out, will you!"

At her words, Ye Mo just sighed.

"Since when did I become such a master? I didn’t even know how I’m still alive myself right now. And it seems there is no life in here other than us, so we might as well relax and save our breath~"

Ye Mo really thought this was just all a dream.

After all, he had no more lives left to spare.

After that thunder woman cut him in half out of nowhere, he really thought he was a goner.

But strangely... he was still alive.

’Could it be that Divine Blood...?’ His eyes glinted as his mind raced, still remembering that strange memory and the seemingly Divine Blood put inside him by someone.

Meanwhile, seeing the completely relaxed Ye Mo, Yao Xin looked as if she was about to explode in frustration.

But just then, a calm, middle-aged voice echoed from the cell directly in front of her.

"That young man is right. Wasting our breath like this won’t help us escape."

At the words, Yao Xin froze.

But then she squinted her eyes as she looked at the rough middle-aged man across from her, and a doubt she had been having for so long finally came out.

"Say... who are you again? And which sect are you from?"

At her question.

"..."

Old Han didn’t reply.

He simply closed his eyes slowly as a single tear rolled down his weathered face.

The tear glistened for a moment under the dim light before falling silently onto the cold stone floor.

Yao Xin blinked at this.

Ye Mo, who had been lying lazily, also turned his head slightly, raising an eyebrow at the unexpected emotional display.

The underground prison fell into an awkward silence, broken only by the faint sound of Yao Xin’s confused muttering.

"...Why is this old man suddenly crying? Did I say something wrong?"