Chapter 81

After finishing speaking, the Locust Ghost leaped into the air, landing gracefully on the wall of the backyard. Zheng Weiqi drew her sword to pursue, but her path was blocked by several other demon cultivators.

The narrator finally resumed with a somewhat normal tone and recited:

[Under the blood moon, shadows of demons abound. Several figures ahead clearly signal ill intentions. Among them, a man stands with hands behind his back, soaring into the air like a dragon ascending from the sea, his aura resembling…—]

Wait.

After that demon cultivator soared into the sky… why does his whole body seem to be twisted and contorted, like a bedsheet being twisted and turned, falling backward continuously?

Oh, it finally figured it out.

It turns out it wasn’t soaring into the air willingly but was instead forcefully propelled by Zheng Weiqi’s uncontrollable sword qi. —— So those groups of sword cultivators are the real “hostile” ones!

It felt the pain deeply, was full of humiliation, and continued with a heavy heart.

[resembling a dragon entering the sea, with a breath like a loach flipping the ground, accompanied by a miserable cry, heavily hitting the backyard wall! Zheng Weiqi, that thief, caught everyone off guard with an extremely powerful force. Ordinary demons would surely be unable to resist. Today, although he is defeated, he is still the hegemon among demons!”

This tower is specifically designed for disciples in the Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages, so the demons within are naturally primarily in the Golden Core stage. Especially with these insignificant little lackeys, they are even less of a match for Zheng Weiqi.

All four of them concealed their auras, making it difficult to discern their cultivation levels.

Although the demons in Goose City had not had direct contact with Ning Ning and the others, the scenes in the illusion were being broadcast in real-time in the Lingquan Temple. Thus, they could easily tell that this group of people were just disciples from a small sect, coming down the mountain to earn some pocket money.

——So what’s with this extremely brutal sword qi now?!

“Wanna catch me?”

Zheng Weiqi was on the brink of fury, drawing her sword with a cold smile. “Let’s see if you’re capable!”

In an instant, sword qi surged into the sky, causing the backyard’s locust tree to rustle as leaves fell like rain.

[Murderous intent surged in the woman’s eyes, emanating an extremely terrifying pressure, as if the entire city was also intimidated by her—and behind her, also wielding a drawn sword, is the great demon, Pei Ji!]

The narrator paused for a moment.

Then, feeling somewhat embarrassed, it cleared its throat and tried not to reveal that it had just directly placed the antagonist script on these people:

[Sorry, I got a bit distracted.]

[Also wielding a drawn sword is the junior disciple, Pei Ji!]

Several demon cultivators realized their formidable strength and immediately restrained their victorious sneers, scrutinizing the four individuals carefully before simultaneously rushing forward.

Ning Ning gripped the hilt of the Xinghe Sword, and as the blade was unsheathed, a clear ringing sound echoed.

[The tiger demon focused and held his breath, silently waiting for the perfect moment to strike in the darkness.

He murdered, set fires, and plundered the people, but he knew he was a good boy—today, he would show these righteous cultivators what ‘thirty years on the west bank of the river, thirty years on the east bank of the river, never bully a youngster into proverty’ truly means!]

(T/N: This is a proverb, and it means that prosperity and decline never last; everything in life is cyclical; life has its ups and downs.)

As the sword light flickered, only the narrator remained tireless, continuing,

[Damn it! That poisonous woman,Ning Ning, showed no mercy, her sword piercing directly into his heart! How could he fall like this?”

By the end, it was almost choked with sobs and tears streaming down, as if the entire protagonist team had been wiped out.

[Those sword cultivators, who killed demons without blinking an eye, looked like evil spirits. In the moment they closed their eyes, he saw his comrades falling one by one. He remembered them running under the setting sun that year; that was their vanished youth.]

The demons in the city didn’t know their details, so they sent only low-cultivation lackeys. Once these lackeys failed to report back in time, they would inevitably be followed by even stronger adversaries.

Zheng Weiqi sheathed her sword. “There’s no time to waste; let’s leave here quickly.”