ambush

After leaving Feng Gui's cave, Wen Zheng lowered her head in thought and accidentally bumped into Mu Qing, who had been waiting for her for a long time.

"Are you alright?" Mu Qing helped Wen Zheng up, who almost fell, and asked, "What were you thinking about so intently?"

Wen Zheng rubbed her forehead and said, "It's nothing."

The map Feng Gui gave her was in her storage bag; she had just been thinking about the black dots on the map.

There are too many of them; it's unrealistic to just barge in. We need to find a way to conceal our presence.

"Let's go back first." Mu Qing could tell that Wen Zheng didn't want to talk more, so she changed the subject.

Wen Zheng was about to nod when she noticed Shu Mo staring blankly in the corner. She paused, turned around, and said, "I have something to say to her. Why don't you go back first?"

She wanted to ask Shumo about Li Ruyue.

Mu Qing also recalled the letters he found at Li Ruyue's residence and remembered this matter. He said, "I'll wait for you at the place where you go down the mountain." After saying that, he turned and left.

Wen Zheng walked up to Shu Mo, took out Li Ru Yue's letter, and handed it to her: "Do you remember this?"

The contents of the letter revealed that the relationship between the two was unusual, and Li Ruyue bore a large part of the responsibility for the fall of the demon race.

It's hard for most people to have a friendly attitude towards the murderer when their friend is killed by someone else.

Shu Mo took the letter, opened it, glanced at it, and her expression changed: "How did these letters end up in your hands?"

A hint of unease flashed across Wen Zheng's face as she explained, "When I went to the demon realm, Li Ruyue tried to ambush me, but I killed her."

The straightforward statement of facts stunned Shu Mo for a moment, and the tense expression on her face relaxed, and she even breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good. I'll take these letters and burn them."

Shu Mo left the letter, then burned it to ashes with her spiritual fire. She turned to Wen Zheng and asked, "Have you been to the Changsheng Sect?"

Wen Zheng nodded: "I went there and rescued disciples from other sects who had been captured."

Shu Mo and Li Ruyue had a good relationship and knew about the capture of disciples from other sects. She said, "It's good that they're released. In recent years, many disciples from the Thousand Saints Palace have gone missing."

In the past, there were only a few each year, but now more than a dozen go missing every year, and the palace master doesn't allow anyone to go looking for them.

I don't know why...

Shu Mo and Wen Zheng exchanged a glance, thinking of the evil spirits they had just talked about, and the fate of those missing disciples, most of whom were reduced to ashes.

Thinking back to what Feng Gui had just said about the night raid on Shan Fengyu, Shu Mo felt that this trip would be a one-way trip, and sighed, "I wonder if I can come back alive tonight."

Seeing the pessimistic look on her face, Wen Zheng comforted her, "It's alright, it's alright. Elder Feng and Mu Qing are here to handle things. If things get bad, just run."

Shumo nodded: "That's true, be careful tonight too."

Wen Zheng hesitated for a moment before saying, then pursed her lips and said, "I have other things to do tonight."

Shumo: "Is it dangerous?"

Wen Zheng: "Danger."

Shu Mo breathed a sigh of relief: "I feel much better now."

Wen Zheng: "..."

Forget it, let's not use any swear words.

On the way back, Wen Zheng told Mu Qing that she had other things to do that evening. Mu Qing was unusually quiet this time, not saying a word, and only grunted in response before falling silent.

As the two walked back to the courtyard and were about to return to their respective rooms, Wen Zheng couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to ask what's wrong?"

Mu Qing turned around and looked at her seriously: "I won't ask."

Wen Zheng was somewhat surprised: "Aren't you curious?"

Mu Qing took a step forward, bringing the two very close, so close that they could almost hear each other's pounding heartbeats.

“You have unfinished business to do, and all I can do is try my best to hold off Shan Fengyu and prevent him from ruining your plans.”

Wen Zheng couldn't help but admire Mu Qing's sensitivity to things, and smiled as she said, "If things really go smoothly tonight, this matter will be over soon."

A smile appeared on Mu Qing's lips: "Okay."

The two went back to their rooms to rest, preparing for a big night.

As the sun set, the fiery clouds on the horizon turned into a purplish-black shadow, and the surrounding sky gradually darkened. Wen Zheng put on a black cloak and went out.

In the afternoon, she went to Elder Ye to borrow a concealment artifact and left 30,000 spirit stones with him.

Fortunately, concealment artifacts are cheaper than self-defense artifacts, otherwise she wouldn't be able to afford them even if she emptied her pockets.

The concealment artifact was an inconspicuous flower branch. Before leaving the house, Wen Zheng tucked the flower branch into her waistband. When she walked out of the courtyard, she gently touched the budding flower on the branch.

The moment the flower bloomed, Wen Zheng felt as if she had become one with her surroundings. As she walked along the road, the rabbits grazing beside her did not flinch at all, as if they had not seen her at all.

Wen Zheng pulled her hood down to completely cover her face, then lowered her head and walked toward the mass grave.

When it was completely dark, Mu Qing went out alone and ran into Elder Ye, who was blocking his way: "Where are you going?"

Mu Qing said coldly, "Let's go for a walk."

Elder Ye rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Wen Zheng borrowed a concealment artifact from me this afternoon, and you went out tonight. You two are up to something big behind my back, aren't you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her gaze fell on the sword in Mu Qing's hand.

The Taiqing Sword is Mu Qing's natal magic weapon.

"Why would you need to carry the Taiqing Sword when you go out?" Elder Ye shook his head slightly, not quite believing his words.

Mu Qing pursed her lips, silently sheathed the Taiqing Sword, and planned to avoid Elder Ye.

Elder Ye chuckled, took two steps to block Mu Qing's path, and took out his natal magic weapon, asking, "Come on, tell me what you're going to do tonight?"

When Wen Zheng went out, she had just finished refining pills and came out for some fresh air. Just as she was about to go back in, she saw Mu Qing coming out. The two of them were even busier than she, who spent all day refining pills.

Mu Qing remained silent, trying to find a way to avoid Elder Ye.

Elder Ye remained silent and unperturbed, instead standing beside him and analyzing, "You're going out with the Taiqing Sword because you're going to fight. I know your strength; most sect elders are no match for you. So the people you're going to fight are from the Thousand Saints Palace."

After saying that, seeing that Mu Qing's expression did not change, Elder Ye continued, "You are not the type to take charge, nor do you make enemies. The only possible reason for your actions is for Wen Zheng. So I can guess who you hit."

"It's either Shan Wuxiu or Shan Fengyu. Shan Wuxiu is a piece of trash and doesn't deserve to use the Taiqing Sword. So the person you should fight is Shan Fengyu."

Elder Ye finished speaking in one breath, a mad smile appearing in his eyes, and asked, "Mind if I come along?"

Since we already have a grudge, we might as well settle it together.

After listening to her finish speaking, Mu Qing took a deep breath and said, "We might not be able to kill Shan Fengyu tonight."

Elder Ye waved his hand: "It's alright, I'd be happy to slap him."

Remembering that Elder Ye and Shan Fengyu seemed to have some grudge, Mu Qing hesitated before nodding in agreement.

When the two arrived at Baiku Peak, Feng Gui and several others had been waiting at the foot of the mountain for a long time. Each of them carried at least two or three protective magical artifacts.

Mu Qing paused for a moment, then asked, "What are these?"

Feng Gui wiped his longsword and said, "Don't worry, the helpers I invited are all enemies of Shan Fengyu, and they are all quite capable."

Mu Qing scanned the faces of the group one by one, and apart from one familiar face, she did not recognize the others.

His gaze lingered on that familiar face, and he asked, "May I ask who you are?"

Elder Yunhe abandoned his usual long robes and wide sleeves, changed into a smart outfit, and looked at Mu Qing with a smile: "Yunhe, a leisurely elder."

Mu Qing's eyes flickered, and after giving a soft "hmm," she remained silent.

Upon hearing the name Yunhe, Mu Qing already knew his identity. He and Yunge were probably senior and junior brothers, both belonging to the Yun generation.

Once everyone was present, Feng Gui urged them to prepare their weapons and defensive items, as the person they were about to fight was very likely a demon, and their methods were ruthless, so they had to be careful.

Once everyone was ready, Feng Gui, carrying his sword, walked towards the Guanghua Hall. Unlike his previous solo fight, this time he had many people behind him.

Wen Zheng entered the mass grave smoothly with the token given to her by Feng Gui. The strong wind inside made her face sting, so she had no choice but to pull her hood up to cover her face.

After walking for a while, Wen Zheng found a sheltered spot, opened the map and glanced at it. She wasn't far from the dry well, but there were many dark figures ahead, so she had to find a way to get around them.

Wen Zheng braved the strong wind, holding a map in her hand, and slowly walked towards the dry well. After taking only a few dozen steps, a dark figure appeared in the middle of the road, standing perfectly still, seemingly unaffected by the strong wind.

Wen Zheng tentatively took a step forward. The dark figure seemed to have seen something and suddenly turned around. It had no facial features, but it could clearly sense Wen Zheng's location.

There were no trees around, so Wen Zheng had nowhere to hide. She stood there blankly, nervously crumpling the map in her hand.

The heartbeat was so loud it seemed to be right next to her ear. After standing there hesitantly for a while, Wen Zheng took a step back, and the dark figure turned its head accordingly.

Wen Zheng's heart sank, and she bit her lip, her expression grim as she pondered.

The shadowy figure was unaffected by the strong wind and was exceptionally sensitive to sound. The moment she moved, the shadowy figure would turn its head. I need to think of a way to deal with this.

Wen Zheng lowered her eyes to think, her gaze inadvertently falling on the pebbles on the ground. She squatted down and picked one up.

The shadowy figure lowered its head following her movement, only raising it again when Wen Zheng stood up.

These actions made Wen Zheng even more nervous. She hesitated for a moment before throwing the pebble she was about to throw.

She threw it on the roadside behind her, far from where she was now, and she didn't know if the shadowy figure could hear it.

The moment the pebble landed, the dark figure pounced on it like a hyena, tearing at it. Even the dark figures in the distance were drawn over, and several black shadows fought over it in a lively and chaotic manner.

Wen Zheng carefully stretched out one foot, and the moment it landed on the ground, her eyes were fixed on the dark figure without blinking. Fortunately, the dark figure was still fighting over the pebbles and did not notice her.

She breathed a sigh of relief and immediately squatted down to pick up a handful of pebbles, which she then clenched tightly in her palm.

These were her clever tricks for getting to the dry well.

On the other side.

Feng Gui led his men into Guanghua Hall and easily made their way to the back room, where they found Shan Fengyu resting with his eyes closed.

A group of people barged in noisily, but Shan Fengyu remained calm and even had tea served to them.

Feng Gui sneered, brushed aside the tea that was brought to her, and pointed her long sword at Shan Fengyu: "Palace Master, I've come to ask you for the answer to the question from last time."

Dan Fengyu switched hands and rested his chin on his hand, saying calmly, "Elder Feng, are you trying to take my place?"

Feng Gui gave a forced smile: "I just want to ask about the remains of the Palace Master's friend and the whereabouts of those missing disciples."

"Oh, this?" Shan Fengyu leaned forward slightly and said, "What can you do if I don't want to say?"

The purpose tonight was to ambush Shan Fengyu and test his identity as a demon.

Feng Gui, who was in charge of organizing this, charged at Shan Fengyu without saying a word.

Inside the cage, the black bird let out a terrified cry and huddled in the corner, trembling.

A chaotic battle is about to break out, so please don't hurt this "innocent" bird.