Late at night, Chu Ling searched the dense Demon Beast Forest for a long time, but she could not find any trace of Ye Chen.
“Don’t let me catch you,” Chu Ling said hatefully.
The steamy scene from a short while ago resurfaced in her mind, and her cheeks flushed red again.
Known as a maiden, she never would have imagined that she could moan so lewdly.
“Ah…!
So embarrassing.” Stamping her feet, the shy Chu Ling could not help but cover her burning cheeks.
“Ling’er?” A voice came from behind.
Because Chu Xuan was worried about Chu Ling, she had been following in secret.
Upon approaching, she noticed Chu Ling’s flushed face and could not help but be surprised.
“You, what is wrong?”
“N-nothing.” Chu Ling stammered, her cheeks burning even hotter.
Could she possibly tell her sister that her younger sister had slept with someone?
And that the person was just a small Cultivator at the Qi Condensation First Level?
She could think it, but she definitely could not say it.
“Then what exactly are you looking for?” Chu Xuan glanced at Chu Ling in confusion, not forgetting to look around.
“Could it be that you dropped some treasure here?”
“W-where would I have any treasure?
I was just walking around.”
“You are lying!”
“Aiya!
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s head back.
Senior Brother Sect Master is still waiting for us.” Feeling guilty, Chu Ling hurriedly pushed Chu Xuan, but before leaving, she did not forget to turn around and glance in the direction of the cave.
The two stood side by side, flew through the air, and soon disappeared.
The night was pitch black, and the Demon Beast Forest fell into silence.
At some unknown time, in an unknown corner of this forest, the corpse of a massive Demon Beast twitched.
Then, a bloodied hand clawed its way out.
This was a terrifying scene; could a person who had been swallowed by a Demon Beast still crawl out alive?
Taking a closer look, there was a large gash in the Demon Beast’s lower abdomen, and a blood-covered person crawled out from inside.
This person, needless to say, was Ye Chen.
Well!
To avoid Chu Ling’s pursuit, this fellow had actually hidden inside the belly of a Demon Beast.
If Chu Ling knew about this, who knows if she would praise him as a talent.
He exhaled a rough breath and slapped his chest hard.
“I almost lost my life.”
But remembering the steamy scene from earlier, Ye Chen dryly coughed and touched the tip of his nose.
Although the scent of blood on his body was strong, it still could not mask the fragrance Chu Ling had left on him; that fragrance was intoxicating.
“Didn’t I also save her life?” Ye Chen coughed and found a very justifiable reason for himself.
But thinking about that matter, he inevitably felt a bit guilty.
After all, she was a Void Meditation Realm Cultivator, and so beautiful.
Even if it was passive, she had lost her chastity, hadn’t she?
Whoever it was, it would be difficult to accept for a while.
If he encountered this again, he definitely shouldn’t just rush into things.
After resting for a while, Ye Chen looked at the sky.
After a night of tossing and turning, it was nearing dawn.
Fearing that Chu Ling might return to search for him, he did not linger at all.
He flipped up and quickly dashed into the forest.
Before leaving, he did not forget to drag away the corpse of the Demon Beast beside him; this was a highly nourishing thing.
At this moment, at the foot of the Hengyue Sect, the Small Spirit Garden was filled with sounds of wailing.
“Cry, keep crying for me.” A fierce voice rang out.
Zhang Tao took a black cloth from his bosom, balled it up, and stuffed it into Hu Wa’s mouth.
After finishing, he did not forget to kick Hu Wa, cursing, “Cry, why aren’t you crying anymore?”
Hu Wa was truly miserable.
Since Zhang Tao brought people yesterday, he had been hung up for a whole day, and his entire body was covered in footprints.
“Zhang Tao, if you have an issue, come at me.” The aged voice was weak.
Zhang Fengnian, who was also hung up, was even more miserable.
His entire body was covered in bloody welts from a whip.
His aged face was full of swollen slap marks.
Being over seventy, his murky old eyes barely had any dim light left in them.
“Come at you?
Sure!” Zhang Tao sneered and drew the whip from his waist, approaching aggressively.
The whip lashed through the air.
Pa!
Pa!
Every time the whip fell, a new bloody welt appeared on Zhang Fengnian’s body.
“Letting you not give me the Heavenly Spirit Curse, letting you not give me the Heavenly Spirit Curse.” As the whip fell each time, Zhang Tao roared hideously, like a madman, wishing he could flay Zhang Fengnian alive.
Mmph!
Seeing Zhang Fengnian being beaten, Hu Wa, with his mouth stuffed, let out muffled cries, his eyes filled with tears.
Kwa!
Kwa!
Even the Spirit Beast, Little Eagle, was squawking.
It too had been hung up, its wings pierced by iron hooks, dripping with blood.
In the Small Spirit Garden, besides Zhang Tao, there were two other Hengyue Disciples.
Although their cultivation was also at the Qi Condensation Second Level, their aura was not as vigorous as Zhang Tao’s, and judging by their stance, they had also just advanced not long ago.
Seeing that Zhang Tao was intent on killing, the two Hengyue Disciples stepped forward to dissuade him.
“Senior Brother, mind your limits!
Don’t actually beat him to death, otherwise, if the higher-ups blame us, we won’t be able to bear the consequences.”
“A piece of trash, who would care.” Spitting, Zhang Tao glared hatefully at Zhang Fengnian, but in the end, he still stopped.
Although he stopped, Zhang Tao still had pent-up anger in his heart.
He could no longer beat Zhang Fengnian.
He cast a vicious gaze toward the hung-up Little Eagle giant bird and shouted, “You treat it like family, today I am going to boil it right in front of you.
You two, chop this dead bird for me.”
Sure thing!
The two Hengyue Disciples immediately rolled up their sleeves and took out short blades that glinted with a dim light, heading straight for the giant bird.
“After tossing about all night, I’m actually a bit hungry.”
“You…” The rapidly fading gaze of Zhang Fengnian suddenly flashed with a cold light, but before he could say a word, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Mmph!
Mmph!
Hu Wa struggled violently, his face covered in tears.
Although the Little Eagle was a low-level Spirit Beast, they had been together day and night and had long regarded it as family.
Now, having to watch their family member be killed before their eyes, their hearts felt as if they were being carved by a knife.
However, just as the two Hengyue Disciples were about to act, the door to the Small Spirit Garden was pushed open, and a blood-covered Ye Chen walked in.
“Senior, I have retur…” Before he could finish his sentence, Ye Chen’s words choked off, and he stared blankly at everything in the garden.
This was a blood-soaked scene: Zhang Fengnian was hung up, covered in blood; Hu Wa was also covered in wounds and hung up; even the low-level Spirit Beast, Little Eagle, had its wings pierced by iron hooks.
“Yo yo!
You actually dared to come back.” Seeing it was Ye Chen, Zhang Tao jumped up suddenly, his eyes full of malice, and he laughed hideously.
“Zhang Tao.” A bone-chilling voice was spat out from Ye Chen’s mouth.
His pitch-black pupils instantly turned blood-red.
He strode forward, his monstrous killing intent already uncontrollable, his expression even more hideous than Zhang Tao’s.
“Today, no one can save you.”