"I—"
The seductive woman's eyes widened in shock.
Her face drained of color in an instant. Lowering her head slightly, she saw an azure divine sword piercing through her chest.
Pfft—
A mouthful of blood sprayed from her lips.
Her face was ghostly pale, her hair disheveled, her clothes half-undone. She reached out tremblingly toward Ji Changfeng, a glimmer of desperate hope in her eyes…
As if she were a fallen woman, lost in sin, yearning to turn back to the righteous path.
"Young hero, save me…"
She gazed at Ji Changfeng with pleading, affectionate eyes.
Swish—
Lu Xueqi's face darkened with fury as she yanked the Tianya Divine Sword free. Her icy gaze fixed on the woman collapsing to the ground, and she stepped toward her, sword in hand…
Qi Hao and Zhang Xiaofan exchanged glances.
Why does it feel like…
Junior Sister Lu—Senior Sister Lu—is angry?
Ji Changfeng shook his head slightly.
Under the woman's hopeful stare, he stepped forward, and a surge of sword intent pierced her skull.
Cough, cough…
"Xueqi, don't bother with her."
Ji Changfeng cleared his throat lightly, gently pressing the Tianya Divine Sword back into its sheath. He turned to Qi Hao and Zhang Xiaofan. "Senior Brother Qi, Xiaofan, these Demonic Sect fiends are full of lies. Don't believe a word they say."
Qi Hao and Zhang Xiaofan shared a quick look.
They nodded hurriedly, casting cautious glances at Lu Xueqi, wary that a single misstep might provoke her to strike with her sword.
"Hmph." Lu Xueqi let out a soft snort.
She glanced at the corpse on the ground, then at Ji Changfeng standing before her, but ultimately said nothing.
At that moment, the cave was littered with bodies.
The Blood Refining Hall's remnants had been completely eradicated.
Wild Dog Daoist and Liu Hao, mere lackeys of the Blood Refining Hall, had been slain earlier by the combined efforts of Qi Hao and Zhang Xiaofan.
With this, the Blood Refining Hall was effectively annihilated.
Perhaps a few stragglers remained, but they were insignificant.
Just small fry, incapable of stirring any real trouble.
"Junior Brother Ji, what's our next step?" Qi Hao asked.
Having witnessed Ji Changfeng's decisive slaughter—one sword, one Demonic Sect villain—his respect for this junior brother, who had only joined the sect five years ago, deepened.
Such a prodigy.
He's destined to lead Qingyun Sect in the future.
Me…
I pale in comparison.
Moreover, with Qi Hao's shrewdness, he vaguely sensed potential friction between Xiao Yicai of Longmen Peak and Ji Changfeng in the future…
After all, one mountain cannot hold two tigers.
Even if Ji Changfeng was a disciple of Dazhu Peak, so what?
Given Junior Brother Ji's domineering nature, Xiao Yicai's path to becoming sect leader… might face significant hurdles.
Ji Changfeng turned to the cliff wall nearby, where a massive boulder stood, inscribed with three bold characters—
Dead Spirit Abyss!
He pondered briefly before saying, "Legend has it that the Dead Spirit Abyss is a forbidden ground of the Blood Refining Hall. Within it lies a place called the Blood-Dripping Cave, where the Black-Hearted Elder secluded himself for cultivation eight hundred years ago."
"There may still be Demonic Sect remnants there."
"Since we're already in the Myriad Bats Ancient Cave, we might as well wipe them all out."
Qi Hao hesitated. "Shouldn't we regroup with the others from Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley?"
Ji Changfeng mused, "Let's leave some markers here. If they see them, they'll understand…"
Qi Hao nodded, saying no more.
With Ji Changfeng leading, they were unlikely to face any real danger.
So, after leaving a few markers in the cave, the group flew on their swords down the cliff wall, entering the depths of the Dead Spirit Abyss.
The first volume of the Heavenly Book in the Blood-Dripping Cave.
Ji Changfeng was determined to claim it!
After all, it was the greatest opportunity in the entire Zhu Xian world. The techniques of Buddhism, Daoism, and the Demonic Sect all stemmed from the Heavenly Book…
If he could gather all five volumes, Ji Changfeng was confident he could unravel the secret to immortality!
Beneath the Dead Spirit Abyss, by the Merciless Sea
A faint breeze stirred, sending ripples across the Merciless Sea.
Despite its name, the Merciless Sea wasn't deep.
It only appeared boundless, earning its grandiose title.
Whoosh—
Four figures appeared by the edge of the Merciless Sea.
Leading them was a youth in white robes, two divine swords at his waist, his gaze calm yet laced with confident arrogance. A faint, sharp sword intent glimmered in his eyes.
Beside him stood a cool, aloof girl.
She held the Tianya Divine Sword, her face like frost, though a trace of tenderness flickered in her eyes when she looked at the youth.
Two other figures stood nearby—Qi Hao and Zhang Xiaofan.
Swish—
Pale, ghostly souls hovered above the Merciless Sea, drifting aimlessly toward Ji Changfeng's group. Yet, fearing the power of their magical treasures, they didn't dare approach too closely…
Lu Xueqi's face paled at the sight of the ghosts, a hint of fear in her expression.
Noticing her unease, Ji Changfeng reassured her, "Don't be afraid. These are just ghosts—only capable of scaring ordinary folk. They can't harm us…"
That said, he still summoned the Six Harmonies Mirror.
Swish—
The mirror emitted a faint golden glow, dispersing the surrounding ghosts.
Lu Xueqi let out a quiet sigh of relief.
She gazed silently at the white-robed youth before her, a flicker of warmth in her eyes.
"Seventh Senior Brother, do all people turn into this after death?"
Zhang Xiaofan stared at the ghosts, pain surfacing in his eyes, as if recalling something distressing.
Ji Changfeng paused, then said, "Perhaps?"
Just then, several figures appeared ahead.
A crisp voice rang out: "You're quite the character, aren't you? First flower tears, now ghosts—you're really a Qingyun Sect disciple? Why do you act so sentimental, like a woman?"
A flash of green caught their eyes.
A girl in a jade-green dress appeared before Ji Changfeng's group, followed by a veiled woman in black and several attendants in yellow uniforms.
"It's you?!"
Zhang Xiaofan recognized them.
Qi Hao subtly drew his Ice Sword.
Lu Xueqi quietly gripped her Tianya Divine Sword.
The Dead Spirit Abyss was the Blood Refining Hall's forbidden ground. For these people to appear here, the answer was obvious…
They were Demonic Sect fiends!
Ji Changfeng's gaze settled on the veiled woman, a faint smile on his lips. "It's been a few days, yet we meet again so soon?"
"Lady Zhuque."
"Have you forgotten what I told you?"
Remove your veil before me willingly.
Or else…
I'll do it for you!
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