Chapter 1379 Saving lives is the priority

[Oh my, our little tyrant is actually speaking today, it's rare for him to say anything. His voice is so soft and sweet, I love it, hahaha...pfft~]

Wuyou laughed wildly, accompanied by the sound of slapping the table, when suddenly it seemed as if she had been knocked over by something.

"Little Tyrant, I was wrong." He quickly changed his attitude. "Let's get down to business."

"Hmph!" the Overlord said arrogantly. "Less talk, more action, you frivolous devil."

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"..."

The man and the sword were stunned by the soft and fierce appearance. They couldn't understand why he would say that Wuyou was a frivolous ghost.

"Master Song, are you listening to me?" Seeing that she seemed to be lost in thought, Meng Zhongjun was anxious and paced around. "You can definitely save him, as long as you take that thing that Master Han gave you. It's not an ordinary triangular pyramid."

Song Chunxue stood up. "I can save him, but my strength alone is insignificant. I don't want to die."

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and Xie Zheng walked in. "I'll go with you. My master and senior brother sent me to get reinforcements."

He wore a simple robe embroidered with dark green bamboo, and his silver hair was tied high at the back of his head with only a peach wood hairpin. He was still energetic and had the same charm as before.

Perhaps sensing Song Chunxue's scrutinizing gaze, Xie Zheng's voice softened, "Let's not delay, let's go now."

Song Chunxue looked at Qi Yun, who had fainted and tilted his head to the side, and said, "Then call him to come along."

"No need, the two of us are enough."

His answer was so quick that Song Chunxue wondered if he simply disliked Qi Yun following her, or if he was jealous, as Qi Yun had said.

And he also...

“You can bring him along, but the girl Qingge, whom he almost married, is on the opposing side tonight. If they run into each other, he’ll probably be heartbroken.” Xie Zheng patiently explained, seemingly noticing her question.

Song Chunxue looked away. "I didn't ask anything."

"I apologize for presuming on your thoughts."

What a presumptuous guess! Not even a hint of embarrassment.

Song Chunxue stepped forward and said, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

"Okay." Xie Zheng lowered his eyes, suppressing the smile in them.

"Master Song..." Meng Zhongjun called out, but the next moment he felt a chill on his forehead. When he met those androgynous eyes, he quickly changed his words, "Master Qiu... Master Qiutian, the previous promise remains unchanged. Huoxiang instructed that if anything happens to him, the Demon Sect will be entrusted to you."

Before Song Chunxue could refuse, Meng Zhongjun directly sent a beam of white light into her body.

"What are you doing!" she snapped angrily. How could someone force someone to give something away? What did she want the Demon Sect for?

She's not just doing this because she has nothing better to do.

"Saving lives is the priority." He recognized the white light as the mark of the Lord's Decree. If the Demon Lords encountered Song Chunxue in the future, they would automatically regard her as the next Demon Lord.

The Demonic Sect is unique, encompassing all sorts of people from all walks of life, and is only a thought away from being a heretical cultivator, yet few actually join the heretical cultivators.

The Demonic Sect's motto is to act according to one's whims, and in the past, it was no different from other righteous disciples.

Now, instigated by evil cultivators, we are beset by internal and external troubles. If we can control the Demonic Sect and turn the tables on the evil cultivators, perhaps in a few years, the evil cultivators will be like rats crossing the street and will no longer be able to run rampant.

Over time, sects that can no longer make a profit will naturally be eliminated.

Arriving at a magnificent courtyard, in a back garden created by countless skilled craftsmen, Song Chunxue saw Huoxiang in a sorry state.

A group of rat-like evil cultists trapped him in the center and took turns humiliating him.

The moment he sensed their presence, he unleashed his killing move, fiercely slaying one of the evil cultivators.

This courtyard not only contained patchouli, but also several of his loyal followers, who were now unrecognizable.