Chapter 62: Demon Cult White Moonlight 17 The demonic cult, we must kill them...

The name "Lingxiao Divine Sect" has not been heard in the martial arts world for a long time. Those who know a little about it also think that the once arrogant sect has long been wiped out.

However, the black flag with the trumpet creeper pattern expanded rapidly eastward. Within a few days, the already turbulent Cangwu Sect, Piaomiao Peak, and Xiaotian Fist Sect were all severely damaged to varying degrees.

When facing the Demon Sect, the disciples of various sects had almost no ability to fight back, and the fear that shrouded the martial arts world decades ago returned.

Currently, in the entire martial arts world, Linfeng Villa is the only one that has not been attacked because it was not involved in the Ziwei Pavilion incident.

Obviously, this is the strategy of the demon cult to defeat them one by one.

Their next target must be Linfeng Villa.

The demon cult is coming with great force and is no longer what it used to be. The only way to overcome this difficulty is for everyone to unite and fight the enemy together.

After discussion, the disciples of the three sects and the remaining disciples of Ziwei Pavilion all came to Linfeng Villa. The leaders and the Ning family father and son gathered in the villa's meeting hall to discuss how to deal with the next step.

Linfeng Villa is backed by Jingshan Mountain and has the Dongjiang River flowing through it. The terrain is easy to defend but difficult to attack. The best strategy now is to hold the dangerous position and wait for an opportunity to attack.

Under Ning Yueze's deployment, half of the disciples from Cangwu Sect and Piaomiao Peak were dispersed to the key areas of Dongjiang, where they stepped up their city defenses and ambushes to weaken the strength of the Demon Cult's vanguard. The remaining disciples hid in Jingshan to prevent the Demon Cult from attacking from behind, while the rest stayed in the villa, ready to face the enemy head-on and fight to the death.

Everyone discussed in the hall until midnight, and deduced several times what might happen that day. Although they had mobilized all their strength, according to the disciples who had fought with the current demon sect not long ago, the gap between the two sides was still huge.

This battle is extremely dangerous and the chance of winning is less than 20%.

After hearing this, everyone in the hall turned pale and was afraid before the battle even started.

Ning Huaiqing looked around and cleared his hoarse throat. "Masters and seniors, I know this battle is fraught with difficulty, but if we retreat or become afraid, it will be our families, friends, and those innocent civilians who will lose their lives."

He slowly stood up and said, "The Demon Cult is brutal and ruthless. Even if you surrender, you will still die. It is better to fight to the death. You are all outstanding in the martial arts world. If all factions can work together, there may be a chance of survival!"

"Young Master Ning is right!" The first to respond was Sect Master Tu of the Xiaotian Fist Sect. He was a burly figure, and his voice was like a bell. "What's there to be afraid of a mere demon sect? My father was able to beat them to a pulp back then, and today we can do the same!"

Gradually, several more people in the hall responded, and everyone was excited and full of fighting spirit.

Ning Huaiqing breathed a sigh of relief and smiled faintly.

When he came out of the meeting room, he was no longer sleepy. After thinking for a while, he walked towards the garden along a secluded path.

This is where he grew up, and every place has his memories of the past.

He will defend it with his own life.

Ning Huaiqing stood in the courtyard for a long time with a gloomy look on his face.

The continuous misfortunes made the seventeen-year-old hero's steps no longer as brisk as before, but also made his determination more resolute, like a peerless sword that has been repeatedly sharpened, its sharpness can no longer be concealed.

There was a sudden noise in the grass behind him. Ning Huaiqing tapped his toes lightly and turned over to land in front of the man.

After seeing the man's face clearly, he frowned: "Miss Duan? What are you doing here so late?"

Ning Huaiqing's eyes fell on the bag on her shoulder: "Where are you going, Miss Duan?"

Duan Yiwan didn't expect to meet him here. When she realized it, it was too late. She subconsciously took a few steps back and grabbed the bag on her shoulders.

Ning Huaiqing didn't give her a chance to evade. Although his tone remained as calm as before, his gaze was full of oppression: "A war is imminent, and the dangers outside the villa are numerous. Where are you going, Miss Duan?"

Duan Yiwan didn't want him to see her swollen eyes, so she lowered her head and said, "I want to go back to Cangwu Gate."

"The Cangwu Sect and Madam Duan are already living in the manor. Why is Miss Duan going back?" Ning Huaiqing was very puzzled.

Duan Yiwan took a deep breath and said in her usual arrogant tone, "This is not my home. I don't feel comfortable here. As for where I'm going, Master Ning, please don't worry about it."

Ning Huaiqing stopped Duan Yiwan who was about to leave, his eyes slightly drooping with fatigue: "But it's because of what I said that day..."

Duan Yiwan opened his hand with a cold expression: "This has nothing to do with you, sir. I've already informed my mother about this matter, and she didn't stop it. So please don't meddle in other people's business!"

This time Ning Huaiqing did not stop her.

Duan Yiwan took a few steps and heard him say, "I promised Sect Leader Duan that I would take good care of you."

She paused, a bitter feeling welling up in her heart. When she spoke again, her voice was trembling: "So what? Whether I live or die is none of your business."

Ning Huaiqing had his back to her, and his figure looked extremely lonely.

He suddenly looked up at the night sky. It was gloomy tonight, with clouds obscuring the moon and not a single ray of light visible.

After a moment, Ning Huaiqing retracted his gaze and said, "After this battle, I will give you a satisfactory answer."

Duan Yiwan almost thought she had misheard. She turned around and said, "You..."

Ning Huaiqing turned around, having calmed himself down, and handed the lamp to Duan Yiwan: "It's late, go back and get some rest."

She stared into his dim eyes, trying to find something in them, but there was nothing there.

Duan Yiwan's mind was a mess. He took his lamp, took a few steps, and couldn't help but look back.

Ning Huaiqing was still standing there alone. As night fell, the boundless darkness swallowed him up in an instant.

*

A few days later, the army of the Demon Cult indeed appeared not far from Linfeng Villa.

However, they did not attack directly as Ning Yueze and the others had initially guessed, and everything went according to the second plan.

That night, the disciples lying in wait in Dongjiang ambushed two vanguard squads of the Demon Sect and wiped them out completely, with no one escaping.

After that, the Demon Cult suddenly stopped making any moves, as if they were caught off guard by this arrangement.

Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the disciple's report, but Ning Huaiqing remained unperturbed. "The Demon Cult has come out in full force this time. There's no way they're just sitting there, hiding. They definitely have a trick up their sleeve."

Sure enough, later on, several more groups of the Demon Sect tried to sneak in from Jingshan, but they were all caught by the disciples who were lying in ambush.

The disciples brought one of the survivors before the crowd, but they only had time to find out that the cult leader was also outside the villa at the moment, before the man bit his tongue and committed suicide when no one was paying attention.

There was chaos in the hall for a moment, and the disciples took the man's body away. Ning Yueze looked at his son worriedly.

Apart from Ning Huaiqing, he was the only one present who knew who the leader of this evil cult was.

Ning Huaiqing had no expression on his face. He paused for a moment and then continued with what he had just discussed.

It was almost dawn, and everyone, whether they were lying in ambush in various places in the villa or in the hall, were exhausted and their minds were stagnant.

Ning Huaiqing put down the empty teacup and rubbed his eyebrows.

Just at this time, the disciples who were lying in ambush in various places came back to report that nothing happened last night and there was no trace of the Demon Cult.

Ning Huaiqing nodded and asked them to continue to keep watch and not let their guard down.

He walked to the table and looked at the detailed topographic map of the villa inside and outside. His fingers slid over various places. The villa was well-planned and the Demon Cult could not easily break through.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped at a place marked "Shangchu Valley".

This is the place where the ancestors of Linfeng Villa are worshipped. It is far away from the center of the villa and is not conspicuous. Many top-secret books and martial arts secrets in the villa are stored there and guarded by special disciples.

Because the Demon Cult's previous attacks were all directed at those who posed a threat to them, Ning Yueze did not make Shangchu Valley the focus of defense when he formulated the strategy.

Ning Huaiqing circled this place with a serious expression.

Suddenly, he leaned over to take a closer look.

Shangchu Valley is located between Jingshan and Linfeng Villa. There is a forest in an inconspicuous place next to it that leads directly to it, without even having to pass through Dongjiang and Jingshan.

Because it is located in a remote area far away from the villa, this area is only guarded by a team of disciples and is extremely easy to break through.

Ning Huaiqing suddenly felt cold all over.

If the people from the Demon Cult understood the terrain, then this place would definitely become their best breakthrough point.

Several hours passed, and except for those few vanguard teams, the demon army was silent, obviously brewing a bigger conspiracy.

But it was too late to transfer all the disciples from all over the villa here, and it might even fall into the trap of the Demon Cult to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

Ning Huaiqing reacted quickly and sent messages to the nearest teams of disciples, asking them to rush to Shangchu Valley immediately.

If you discover any trace of the Demon Cult, do not confront them head-on, report immediately.

He took the Qingyun Sword and was about to go to Shangchu Valley alone, but was stopped by Duan Yiwan.

Her eyes were filled with worry: "Can't we wait until Uncle Ning and the others come back?"

An hour ago, Ning Yueze, Ning Huaixiu and his group went to Dongjiang to check the situation and have not returned yet.

Ning Huaiqing said in a heavy tone, "I can't wait any longer. I'm the only one who can go to Shangchu Valley right now. If we really run into someone from the Demon Cult, I can delay them for a while."

He looked at Duan Yiwan and said, "You stay here and wait for father and the others to come back. Tell them that I have gone to Shangchu Valley. We will see how the situation develops then."

She shook her head worriedly and said abruptly, "What if the person from the Demon Cult you met was her?"

After these words were spoken, both of them fell silent.

Duan Yiwan became increasingly uneasy upon seeing this. "Countless people have died at the hands of the Demon Cult. Their crimes are too numerous to list. If you are merciful, will you be able to do justice to those who died?"

She had never been so frightened before, terrified that the demon cult would invade.

What's even more frightening is that Ning Huaiqing was distracted and injured because of Mu Li.

Ning Huaiqing didn't look at her, but just held the Qingyun Sword in his hand, leaving her with a cold back.

"I will show no mercy."

*

It was early morning and the Upper Chu Valley was shrouded in mist. Several people were stealthily passing through the woods, led by Ali and Canglan.

Along the way, one could see righteous disciples guarding various places. Ali only took a glance and then looked away. These people were not the purpose of their trip.

Soon, the corner of the sacrificial hall of Linfeng Villa came into view.

Ali and his companions hid in the woods and saw disciples patrolling in front of the sacrificial hall. There were twice as many people as before, so they must have been sent here recently.

Ali narrowed his eyes and saw that one of them looked particularly like an acquaintance.

Without waiting for Canglan to react, she flew forward, and with lightning speed, she rolled up the disciple with the nine-section bone whip and quickly dragged him to her feet.

Yan Feng desperately grabbed the whip tightly wrapped around his neck, trying to break free, but it was in vain.

Ah Li looked at the horrified expression on his face and stepped on his chest: "Long time no see, Junior Brother Yan."

Yan Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and fear filled his entire mind.

"You dodged me that day at Ziwei Pavilion," Ali said briskly, pressing his foot hard. "You can't dodge me today."

The air in his throat was becoming thinner and thinner. Yan Feng knew that his end was near. He suddenly spoke with difficulty, but his words were not a plea for mercy.

"Senior Sister...you saved me back then, and now you want to kill me...dying at your hands is a worthy death."

As he said this, he lowered his hands and gave up struggling.

Ali looked puzzled and looked at Canglan who had followed him: "Why is he saying the same thing as you?"

Canglan: ...

Ali moved his gaze back and looked at Yan Feng's purple face, and finally found a little impression from the depths of his memory.

That was the early years when she joined Ziwei Pavilion. She once went down the mountain to fight bandits for a village, and among the people she rescued there seemed to be such a face.

"Senior Sister saved me, but left so quickly. I joined Ziwei Pavilion because of her..."

Yan Feng began to mutter to himself, immersed in his own memories.

Mu Li, who saved him at that time, was as cold as the moon in the sky, and only took care of him inadvertently.

He followed the moon's destination, thinking that she was always high above and would never stop for anyone. He was willing to look up to her forever.

But when the man surnamed Ning appeared, he suddenly realized that everything was just his wishful thinking.

He had never hated someone so much, hated her so much that he wanted to destroy everything about her.

Seeing their companions being held hostage by the members of the Demon Cult, the disciples of the Sacrifice Hall drew their swords and attacked. Canglan led the people behind him to meet them.

A Li lowered his eyes and looked at Yan Feng, who had begun to talk nonsense, with a cold gaze: "Since I saved your life, I will take it back now."

Yan Feng's eyes bulged out in an instant, his pupils dilated, and he kicked the ground with his legs a few times and stopped moving.

Ali retracted the bone whip, and Canglan had already dealt with the remaining disciples. She was about to move forward when an uninvited guest appeared behind her.

She gestured to Canglan to go ahead and get what she wanted.

Canglan's gaze slid across the visitor like a poisonous snake, and he quickly left with his subordinates.

Only then did A Li turn around and call him, "Ning Huaiqing."

The Qingyun Sword was unsheathed. He raised his hand and pointed the sword at her: "Did you kill all these people?"

Ali looked around. Although she only killed one person, all the members of the Divine Cult were her people, so the ones they killed would naturally be counted as hers.

Ali nodded: "Yes, I killed them all."

Ning Huaiqing's expression instantly became extremely painful, and the hand holding the sword trembled: "I will kill you."

"Really?" Ali's face showed no fear at all, and he even looked at him leisurely.

He looked very bad, probably because he hadn't had a good sleep for a long time.

Ning Huaiqing's eyes darkened as she took a few steps closer. The tip of the Qingyun Sword was only an inch away from cutting her neck.

Ali didn't retreat a step, staring at his red eyes: "You won't."

Ning Huaiqing sneered: "Do you really think so?"

"The Demon Cult hasn't attacked yet today because that night you used your forged token to freely enter and exit Linfeng Villa, and you've memorized the surrounding terrain."

What's funny is that he naively thought that she came to see him on purpose.

"On Piaomiao Peak, that disciple provoked you with a sneak attack. With your martial arts skills, you could have easily avoided it, but you didn't. You did it just to lure me into rescuing you, thereby dragging Linfeng Villa into the whole thing."

He was the only one who foolishly believed that Senior Sister Mu, who was such a powerful martial arts master, actually needed his help.

"The matter of Ziwei Pavilion and Piaomiao Peak was all a setup by your demonic sect. Your goal was to cause the five major sects to fall apart so you could profit from it. The words you spoke in front of everyone seemed to be defending Ziwei Pavilion, but in reality, under such circumstances, the more you defend it, the worse it gets."

He was blinded by one thing and fell into her trap without knowing it.

"And you, who happened to be nearby when Dengtian Pavilion first encountered a thief that night, were the thief."

He always thought that was their first meeting and that he had implicated her.

"You've been using me from the beginning to the end to achieve your goals."

"Am I right, Master Mu?" Ning Huaiqing shed tears with every word, his eyes filled with despair.

Ali was speechless after hearing his question, and only a bitter taste remained on the tip of his tongue.

Her silence made Ning Huaiqing's trembling eyes gradually calm down, become empty and lifeless.

The corpses of his fellow disciples scattered all over the ground, the ugly faces of the demon cult that bullied and plundered everywhere, the death of Sect Leader Duan, his father's teachings since childhood, and Duan Yiwan's words, all came to mind at this moment.

Ning Huaiqing took a few steps back, his heart already in desolation: "Good and evil cannot coexist, Master Mu, make your move."

Behind him are his family, friends, fellow disciples, and the righteous path he has always believed in.

We must kill the evil cult monsters.

A strong wind suddenly blew up in the forest, and the sound of the bone whip and the Qingyun sword colliding was endless.

Ali clearly felt that Ning Huaiqing's internal strength had improved more than a little. It had improved by leaps and bounds in just half a month. It seemed that this was due to the teaching and guidance of a master.

She straightened her face, no longer showing mercy, and her moves were ruthless.

It is inevitable that the Divine Cult will unify the world, and no one can stop her.

Both of them fought with all their might. In a blink of an eye, all the trees around them were broken and the sword light surged like snow waves.

The sounds of swords whistling, whips swishing, and clothes tearing in the air kept interweaving in the woods.

In the book, where did Ning Huaiqing get the opportunity that helped him to improve his skills so rapidly? Ali had no time to think about it. She dodged Ning Huaiqing's fatal sword moves several times and gradually found it difficult.

Ning Huaiqing's sword jumped sideways, and Ali flew to avoid it and landed behind him. He took out three blue bone needles from his sleeves, but hesitated for a moment before they flew out.

In that split second, Ning Huaiqing seized the opportunity, crushed the branches in mid-air, and the Qingyun Sword stabbed forward rapidly with a fierce sword wind. The sword body suddenly pierced through Ali's heart, and a bright red blood bead was hanging on the tip of the sword that came out from the chest behind. It trembled and slowly fell into the dust.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Ning Huaiqing's wrist trembled violently, but he had no time to retract the sword.

"laugh--"

With a very light sound, the Qingyun Sword was pulled out from her heart. Ali's body shook slightly, and she fell rapidly like a dead leaf blown by the wind.

Ning Huaiqing immediately flew forward to catch her.

Ali lay in his arms, almost breathless, and his lips, pale from blood loss, moved.

Ning Huaiqing could hear nothing.

At this moment, his whole body was stiff and he didn't know what to do. He could only hug her tightly, hug her tightly, and use his own temperature to warm her gradually cooling body.

Ali raised one hand with difficulty and touched his face. He bent down according to Ali's movements and put his ear close to her.

“…You lose.”

Ning Huaiqing felt a sudden pain in his abdomen and looked down in disbelief.

Ali thrust a dagger inlaid with gems into his abdomen.

The blue veins on her white palms were faintly visible due to the force she exerted, and blood gushed out from her abdomen, instantly dyeing her hands red.

The blood of the two men flowed down their bodies, blending and winding until they died.