Chapter 745 - 405: The Witch Is Here
Chapter 745: Chapter 405: The Witch Is Here
"Hey, Wang Zhen, what exactly is going on? Why are there so many arrays set up at the entrance?"
"No idea, the Sect Leader ordered us to guard the arrays and not let anyone in."
"Ah, how did we end up with such a boring task?"
"Haha, Li Fangming, do you think every time we get the fun task of slaughtering and womanizing on Cyan Lotus Mountain?"
Wang Zhen and Li Fangming are steward disciples of Feiyun Sect, and they were just assigned by Sect Leader Bai Liu to guard in front of Chang’an Palace.
When they arrived, they saw quite a few disciples from Zhenyang Sect and Thunder Sword Sect guarding the entrance as well.
Upon asking, they learned that everyone was ordered from above to guard the arrays at the entrance.
They were a bit puzzled, as today the Three Great Sects had set up over a hundred arrays inside and outside Chang’an Palace.
It’s said that even if experts from the West Imperial Dynasty suddenly attacked, it would take at least a day and night to break these arrays.
With such impregnable defenses, why were they still sent to guard the gate?
Feeling bored, Wang Zhen and Li Fangming started chatting with disciples from Zhenyang Sect and Thunder Sword Sect, and found out that everyone had been to Cyan Lotus Mountain.
This naturally sparked a common topic.
So everyone enthusiastically talked about how they "righteous path against demons" on Cyan Lotus Mountain and showed off their achievements.
How many people they killed, and how many women they took, and so on.
"Let me tell you, my senior brother and I competed to see who killed more; I encountered only ordinary people with no cultivation, and ended up killing seventy-eight, while my senior brother only killed thirty."
"But my senior brother encountered a group of hiding women, didn’t spare a single one, had all of them, damn, even though I won, he enjoyed it!"
At this moment, a disciple from Thunder Sword Sect animatedly recounted his deeds on Cyan Lotus Mountain, and the others applauded.
Tap, tap, tap.
Then, clear footsteps sounded.
Everyone turned around in surprise to see a graceful figure slowly approaching.
She wore a black gauze cloud pattern robe, tightly wrapped around her alluring curvaceous figure; her small round face was exquisitely featured, pure and absolutely beautiful, yet carried a hint of mature charm.
This woman’s appearance far surpassed countless fairies of the righteous path, leaving the disciples stunned.
"Where did this beauty come from?"
"Such an extraordinary beauty, seen only once in a lifetime!"
The disciple who had been narrating his killing competition with his senior brother stepped forward, eyeing the woman up and down, his eyes almost unable to suppress his desire:
"Fellow cultivator, which sect are you from? Why haven’t I seen you before?"
The woman did not look at him and instead asked the crowd, "You all have been to Cyan Lotus Mountain?"
The disciple chuckled, "Right, we’re all great heroes who have slain countless demons. Fellow cultivator, are you perhaps looking for a partner? Feel free to choose!"
Wang Zhen suddenly realized, "Aren’t there dozens of arrays at the door? How did she get in?!"
Li Fangming was startled: "Black gauze cloud pattern robe?!"
Everyone was stunned, realizing the woman’s black gauze cloud pattern robe looked familiar.
Wang Zhen’s voice suddenly trembled slightly: "Rumor has it that the Demon Sect Saintess Xia... coldly stunning, with half-red, half-white hair, favors... black gauze cloud pattern robes!"
Everyone looked at the cloud-patterned black robe on the woman’s body, recalling the stern expression of their sect elders when instructed to guard the gate.
Instantly, a terrifying conjecture slowly rose from their hearts.
Could this woman be...
"Very well."
The cold yet exquisite woman spoke softly, raising her slender hand.
Creaaaak, creaaaak...
Amidst the nerve-wracking sound of friction, countless cracks appeared over Chang’an Palace, spreading layer by layer, making the entire sky look as if it were shattering.
Crack!
Then, the hundreds of arrays covering Chang’an Palace shattered, countless spiritual power talismans composing the arrays crumbled into pieces and scattered.
Like a heavy snow.
Amidst the countless "snowflakes," Wang Zhen, Li Fangming, and the others gaped at the graceful woman before them, a chill rising from their hearts.
The woman stepped forward.
Dozens of steward disciples from the Three Great Sects abruptly recoiled in fright.
"Don’t, don’t come any closer!"
The woman took another step forward.
Everyone paused in a daze, as if a foot was pressed into their hearts.
The steward disciple who claimed he competed in killing on Cyan Lotus Mountain suddenly clutched his throat, wanting to speak, but only blood spurted from his mouth.
Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, the steward disciple let out raspy croaks, then split open entirely, severed into hundreds of pieces, crashing onto the ground.
"Ah!!"
Wang Zhen screamed like a weak girl being ravaged by a burly man, yet no one laughed at him, for everyone was screaming.
"Tanglian Technique?!"
Li Fangming shouted in horror, and only then did everyone notice countless lotus petals drifting around them.
It was these soft and delicate petals that had sliced the steward disciple just now.
Wang Zhen’s legs went weak: "Isn’t the Tanglian Technique the cultivation technique of the deceased Demon Chun Hongtang? Why does this Xia... know it too?"
"This was once the number one Saintess of the Demon Sect, is there anything she doesn’t know?!"
"Stop talking, let’s all charge together, or we’ll all die!"
Someone shouted, finally mustering up courage, and they all activated their magical artifacts; they were all at least Golden Core Mid-period cultivators, with a few at the Golden Core Peak.
With so many people attacking together, they should be able to hold on until the sect elders arrive.
However, just as this thought arose, everyone froze.
Wang Zhen looked around at his companions puzzled: "Why aren’t you moving? Charge... eh?"
Suddenly he realized his mouth had fallen off, and as he looked down in horror, he saw his body in pieces.
As his head rolled to the ground, Wang Zhen realized the ground was covered with his companions’ fragmented bodies.
So many of us died in an instant? How could that be?
He looked at his mouth that had fallen not far away, desperately channeled his remaining spiritual power, and finally uttered the last three words:
"Xia Qinglian..."
Qiu Zhihe stepped over the scattered corpses, across the blood-covered ground, yet her shoes remained utterly clean.
She remained calm, continuing her slow advance.
Suddenly, the sky darkened above, lightning converged, eventually forming a massive thunderbolt as large as a hill, striking down at her!
Qiu Zhihe kept moving forward, a lotus flower blossomed in the air, blocking the massive thunder pillar that crashed down.
The lotus was soft, yet the thunder could not breach it.
Qiu Zhihe walked gracefully to the center of Chang’an Palace.
Suddenly, hundreds of figures appeared around her, with dozens of those being Nascent Soul Realm.
Among them, two were even Nascent Soul Peak.
None other than Su Longxiang and Bai Liu.
"Hahaha, demoness! You narrowly escaped on Celestial Ridge Mountain back then, but today you willingly walked into a trap, so don’t blame us!"
Su Longxiang’s voice resonated like thunder, steadying the disciples’ pale faces significantly.
"Is that so?"
Qiu Zhihe smiled faintly, glanced around, and her eyes were full of disdain:
"Then why do you not dare utter my name?"