Chapter 84

Chen Lubai looked at the several demon cultivators who were unconscious at the banquet, calmly setting down her wine cup.

The demons swarmed out, searching the city for those few cultivators. The once lively Lingquan Temple now only has her and a few celebratory demons left.

There might be some small fry outside the temple, but they wouldn’t dare cause trouble. These ruthless leaders were unpredictable; if they disturbed the banquet, their lives would be in danger.

They had once been so arrogant, but now they were easily intoxicated by a simple cup of poisoned wine. Who could have imagined that the most loyal “Locust Tree Ghost” would drug the wine at such a critical moment.

The demon cultivators were robust, and these drugs were deadly enough for ordinary people. Although they couldn’t kill them, it was enough to knock them out for a while.

She had been waiting for this moment, waiting for a whole year.

On June 5th of last year, demons invaded the city in the dead of night, slaughtering the people of Goose City, leaving only her hiding behind the locust tree.

At that time, Chen Lubai desperately covered her mouth to prevent herself from crying out. She heard two demon cultivators passing by the backyard, and their conversation was crystal clear.

“As long as we refine the souls in this city for a year, we can trigger the Soul-refining Formation. By then, we’ll be able to ascend to the heavens in one step, and we won’t have to fear any of the famous righteous sects.”

Another one laughed loudly and said, “We must be careful when drawing the formation. Everyone knows that Soul-refining and Soul-Crossing Formation are very similar. If we make a mistake, none of us will survive.”

“Hahaha! How could we make a mistake? Those powerful Nascent Soul demons are guarding nearby, aren’t they?”

Soul-refining Formation, Soul-Crossing Formation, one year.

Human, demon.

As her only remaining friend, the Locust Tree Ghost advised her to take advantage of the chaos and leave the city quickly.

But a whimsical plan emerged silently in her mind. Chen Lubai, who had always been timid and frivolous, wiped away her tears and, for the first time, shook her head firmly.

She wanted revenge.

“Why are you so stubborn?”

The Locust Tree Ghost persuaded her, “Your power is too small, too small. Trying to defeat them is like an ant trying to move a tree.”

Chen Lubai just shook her head, her eyes red with tears.

For the sake of disguising herself as a demon, the pampered girl gritted her teeth and removed one of her own arms. Her face was also disfigured beyond recognition. The Locust Tree Ghost resided in her consciousness, filling the gaps in her limbs with leaves and branches. She endured the pain; all her tears could only be quietly swallowed alone.

And then she seamlessly integrated into the ranks of the demon cultivators.

And then, day after day, she waited, obtaining the drawing of the Soul-Crossing Formation and waiting for the four people who invaded the city to cultivate.

Chen Lubai wanted to save them, and she needed them to attract the attention of the majority of demons. After finally persuading the demon leader to trap them in the illusion, she tried her best to leave clues to attract those four people out of the illusion and into the real Goose City.

Midnight approached.

The Buddha statues in the main hall were destroyed beyond recognition, and the dim candlelight reflected a sense of desolation. She stood up and walked out of the banquet hall to the formation in the main hall.

The formation was drawn with blood, and at the formation’s core, the altar was burning fiercely, used for human sacrifices.

Soul-refining and Soul-Crossing were almost identical. She had long remembered the drawing techniques, and it wouldn’t take long—

Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly heard a sneer behind her.

As if an electric current suddenly surged into her body, Chen Lubai’s limbs went numb, and she froze in place.

“I’ve always wondered why those cultivators were able to leave the illusion so openly. In the end, it was because you tampered with it.”

The speaker was a man with a tone that carried a hint of ridicule and mockery, displaying the posture of a superior being.

“And at the beginning, you said the illusion was absolutely foolproof—clearly, you didn’t want us to interfere with those people, making it easier for them to escape later.”

Chen Lubai’s palms were sweaty, her heart pounding as she turned around.

A handsome man in red looked at her with a smile that wasn’t a smile, the pressure from the high-ranking cultivator becoming increasingly heavy.

Chen Lubai heard him continue, “I want to see what tricks you’re playing, so I deliberately didn’t drink this cup of wine—those other fools who drank it all in one go were really stupid, even clamoring for another cup. How could I sit on an equal footing with these people, a bunch of trash!”

“Hey.”

Seeing that she didn’t respond, the man impatiently took a few steps closer and said, “Say something!”

She had lost the strength to speak a long time ago.

Among the demon cultivators present, all were powerful Nascent Soul experts, none of them to be underestimated. The one who had just awakened, named Ming Liu, although not the strongest, had the most unpredictable temperament.

“Boring. If you don’t want to talk, then don’t. My only goal is the soul-refining formation anyway.”