He then quickly went inside, wondering if the people inside had heard his earlier noise.
As he walked, about twenty people in blue robes stopped him. There were men and women, with a middle-aged man in the lead and an elderly man in his sixties beside him.
Both of them were at the peak of the Profound Realm, and the youngest of the others were in their thirties.
"What brings you here so late at night?" the middle-aged man asked nervously, his hand holding the sword slightly sweaty.
He just wanted to stall for time so his disciple would have time to run away.
Gu Yan saw through their plan and grinned.
The figure vanished from the spot in an instant.
The old man's eyes narrowed, and he shouted, "Back off!"
With a loud bang.
The heads of three middle-aged men were smashed by Gu Yan's large club.
"Senior brother, you demon, you're going to die!" A man cried out in grief as he saw his senior brother, with whom he had practiced martial arts for many years, die.
"Sect Master, run! Tell the disciples to run as far as they can without hesitation, or the Kaishan Sect will suffer the same fate!" the old man shouted to the middle-aged man.
He then drew his sword and charged at Gu Yan.
The sect leader trembled upon seeing this, but he still turned and used his movement technique to run back into the sect, wanting to urge them again.
But he had only run a few steps when a white bone sword pierced through his chest. He turned to look at the beautiful woman behind him, opened his mouth, and said in disbelief, "Yan, Yan..."
He then fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, while several of his fellow disciples had their heads smashed by Gu Yan.
Gu Yan took out the Soul-Summoning Banner, shook it, and the white light entered it. Then, the corpses were also absorbed into the crack in his left hand.
"Well done," Gu Yan said, kissing her cheek.
"This is what I should do," Hua Qingyue said, bowing her head.
Then he used the Wind Control Technique again and headed towards the disciples' residence.
"Hurry, hurry! The sect leader and the elders are holding off the demon, which is why we have a chance to escape. Stop dawdling and hurry up!" shouted a slightly older disciple, whose cultivation was already at the early stage of the Profound Realm.
"Understood, Senior Brother. We'll leave now, and we'll come back if it's not a demon," said a still somewhat immature disciple.
The older man trembled. He had just witnessed the resolve of his senior in the sect to face death, and murmured, "Can he come back?"
Then, he and the other three split into four groups, leading nearly two hundred people down the mountain through four small paths.
Suddenly, a woman in a white dress appeared before a path. She was quite tall and had a very beautiful face. The bone sword in her hand was dripping blood.
The leading man suddenly drew his sword and shouted, "Everyone, charge with all your might! Run as many as you can!" With that, he swung his sword at Hua Qingyue.
"Brothers, let's attack together! The senior brother is charging ahead all by himself!" a disciple shouted.
Immediately, dozens of people rushed over with swords in hand.
Hua Qingyue's expression also became slightly serious. Although these people could not hurt her, she could not let one of them go.
He unleashed the Moon-Slaying Sword Technique at any moment, transforming into a blur as he charged into the crowd.
A series of metallic clanging sounds rang out, along with a hissing sound; each sword strike claimed a life.
Half of the disciples fell, and not a single one could cross that five-meter-wide path.
"You are the wife of the sect leader of the Kaishan Sect!" a disciple shouted. He had seen her once before.
"What? Wasn't the Kaishan Sect destroyed? How come the Sect Master's wife is still here...?" a disciple said in surprise.
"Is there even a question? It must be that this vixen colluded with foreign enemies to destroy her own sect," another disciple shouted.
Hua Qingyue's eyes turned cold, and she immediately charged forward with her white bone sword.
Her sword strikes blurred into afterimages, reaping the lives of disciples one by one. Even precious swords were cleaved in two by her, but she did not kill any of the female disciples.
Immediately, a chorus of screams erupted.
Gu Yan was in charge of the other three routes, but he had already destroyed two of them. He was now standing in front of the team led by the senior brother.
The sight of the blood-stained stick made the eldest disciple tremble. Just as he was about to speak, Gu Yan smashed his head with a single blow.
"Quick, run!" a female disciple cried as she ran down the mountain.
Then I heard a series of thuds.
After running a dozen steps, she looked at the blood-stained figure in front of her, and then looked back with trembling hands. Apart from her and her five junior sisters, everyone else was lying on the ground.
“You, you are a demon,” she said, pointing at Gu Yan with a trembling body.
They immediately fainted. Gu Yan took out the Soul-Summoning Banner, shook it, collected their souls, and then put the corpses into the insect-raising space.
Then he grabbed a tree branch, forcibly softened it, and used it as a rope to tie up the female disciples. After that, he used his wind manipulation technique on them.
In less than half a minute, Gu Yan arrived at a rather spacious place where more than a dozen women lay dead. He then casually tossed them aside and used his Wind Control Technique to rush off in another direction.
When they arrived, they saw Hua Qingyue, whose white dress was stained with blood, with eight female disciples lying unconscious beside her.
“Master, all the disciples are here,” Hua Qingyue said, bowing.
Gu Yan glanced at her, and a small fireball flew onto her, burning away the blood-stained clothes and revealing her fair and jade-like body.
He then tossed out a piece of clothing without even glancing at the slightly blushing woman.
After dealing with the souls and corpses, he tied up the female disciples and headed up the mountain, with Hua Qingyue, dressed in her finest clothes, following behind.
"Qingyue, go and find the places where the treasures are hidden," Gu Yan said after leaving the female disciples behind.
"Yes, this servant takes her leave." She knew what to do next.
With a pale face, Gu Yan looked at the thirty-odd pretty women in ancient costumes on the ground and licked his lips.
Then he urged the feeder insects to tear at the flesh with all their might, while he poured spiritual liquid pills into himself.
After more than ten minutes, Gu Yan stood up, burned the blood-stained clothes, and then burned all the women's clothes to ashes.
Some of the female disciples had already woken up, but they were all weakened by Gu Yan's heavy blow.
Gu Yan put all the feed insects on the golden cocoon, and his face immediately turned rosy.
It worked!
However, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he walked towards a woman.
"No, don't come any closer, please," the disciple pleaded, his voice trembling with tears.
An old saying goes, "He grinned."
With those crimson eyes, he looked like a demon from hell, and grabbed the woman's fair, tender leg.
Suddenly, the woman's cries and screams rang out...
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