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What if the people from the No Dao Sect come?
He hoped that those from the No Dao Sect wouldn’t show up, but from the information I received from Yang Buqi and Lao Luo, a large portion of the items sold had ended up in the Dao Sect. Can I really believe that he’s not associated with them?
I know there are always some who lose themselves in the pursuit of power within a short time. Such individuals are abundant in the Ninth Underworld. They may seem like fleeting blossoms, but they quickly lose their sanity in their quest for strength, turning to dust and merging with the world.
He knew what I was about to say, but I don’t deny it. It’s human nature; no one has a reason not to pursue their own strength. However, that doesn’t justify committing heinous acts. Even if one seeks immortality, it cannot be used as an excuse. Every action comes with its corresponding price, and that world is inherently fair.
I didn’t argue further with Gu Ping. Ye You had never seen such an irrational side of Gu Ping before. It was as if hearing the words "Demonic Path" turned him into a powder keg ready to explode; just a spark would ignite him. What Gu Ping wanted to cover up was his deep-seated anxiety.
Gently holding onto Gu Ping's leg as he embraced Yoyo, Ye You quietly closed his eyes and leaned against Gu Ping, feeling the unique fragrance emanating from Ye You's body, which made Gu Ping feel as if the entire world had become serene. In that small carriage, it felt like they contained the whole world.
But within Ye You's consciousness, a bloody aura suddenly emerged, like a stone thrown into calm waters, creating ripples upon ripples.
Someone was coming, exuding the Foul Smell of Blood.
I don’t deny it. This was the first time Gu Ping heard Ye You use such words to describe a certain type of person. Yet those who were labeled with the Foul Smell of Blood by Ye You—Demonic Cultivators—were indeed something else. Although Nine Nether Cultivators were cruel, they never engaged in unnecessary slaughter; Demonic Cultivators sought only to elevate their own cultivation level and would do anything without regard for reason.
As Ye You said, they were close enough that Gu Ping could sense the bloody scent in the air without even needing to use Divine Sense to detect the presence of Demonic Cultivators nearby.
I stayed inside the carriage for now, not wanting to stick my legs out just yet.
When they reached the area where the blood aura was strongest, Gu Ping suddenly called for the carriage to stop. He parked it boldly by the roadside while Zhuiqi appeared oblivious, pretending to prepare for a quick relief by the side of the road.
The jade buckle at his waist remained fastened, but out of the corner of his eye, a glint of cold light flashed by. Yet, Gu Ping showed no signs of panic. The Spirit Sword he had obtained during the Sect Martial Arts Tournament instantly shot out, blocking the bone-piercing needle that flew towards him from the side. The fallen needle was stained with red blood and brown rust, making Gu Ping's scalp tingle; he never expected someone would use such a disgusting thing.
Two Dongzi managed to evade his Soul-Piercing Needles. It seemed that his junior sister, the Fish Princess, had carelessly fallen into my trap; she must have underestimated me.
Ten meters ahead of the carriage, on a branch of a Poplar tree stood a man in blood-red robes. One could feel that the crimson robe was dyed with cinnabar silk, soaked in blood to achieve its deep red color. It was unclear how many innocent lives this Demonic Cultivator had claimed with his cultivation techniques.
Demonic Cultivators like him were always sneaky, engaging in underhanded tactics.
The bright moon had taken my life; let’s see if I can be as sharp-tongued in the Nine Nether Yellow Spring.
Just based on my abilities, I might be lacking a bit.
With a swift kick, the Flowing Cloud Sword danced in the air, piercing directly at the Demonic Cultivator before him. The Small Lightning Technique followed suit, crashing down onto the Demonic Cultivator's head in an instant.
He was at the Golden Core stage while I was still at Foundation Establishment; those techniques meant nothing to him.
Before he could finish his words, the Demonic Cultivator felt the power of the Small Lightning Technique above him. It was comparable to lightning summoned by any ordinary cultivator. He quickly shut his mouth and dodged to the side, rolling onto the ground. Though he appeared unscathed, he braced himself to meet Gu Ping's flying sword head-on.
He underestimated me; let’s see how he breaks through my Sword Technique.
Blood claws emerged as he attempted to counter the flying sword. Gu Ping was astonished; he had thought that with his Yin Yang Cloak wrapped around his legs, he could also counter the flying sword with his bare legs. However, Yin Yang Cloak could hardly be considered a weapon. Unlike this Demonic Cultivator who truly wielded spells to counter flying swords, Gu Ping found himself unable to do so.
If Yi Dong couldn't kill me, then let’s see how long I can evade him.
Simple tactics are often the most effective. The flying sword restricts movement, while the Small Lightning Technique strikes at the enemy. Such an offensive approach often disrupts the typical patterns of Golden Core cultivators. Yet, Yan Dong, caught between Gu Ping's legs, left the enemy in a dilemma. If they wished to break the deadlock, they would have to endure the damage from either the thunder and lightning or the flying sword; it all depended on how Mistake would choose.
Damn it, tomorrow I will surely seek revenge for my lost life.
The Demonic Cultivator cursed loudly as he sent a flying spirit sword crashing away, seizing the opportunity to summon an Earth Attribute defensive rune that blocked the lightning striking from above. With a stomp of his foot, he charged directly towards Gu Ping.
Having spent a Yellow Shield Talisman, he wondered how he would compensate Mingyue for his losses.
Just in time, Gu Ping extended his leg to summon a flying sword, using it to block the Demonic Cultivator's attack. Little did he know that a swordsman’s knowledge is often lost to time.
Powerful sword energy surged between the two. Gu Ping's earlier calm made the attacking Demonic Cultivator feel as if he had quietly opened a book. Within its pages lay Yan Dong's fierce sword energy, which was nearly impossible to withstand.
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