She might be facing off against the Demon Sect Master today, so she dressed exceptionally smartly. She also changed into a top-quality magic robe for defense. The spirit sword on her back emitted a series of sharp sword cries, as if sensing its master's fighting spirit, and thus vibrated incessantly. After tidying herself up, Shen Wangshu headed towards the sect's main hall.
The entire sect is filled with tension today.
Outside the mountain gate, spiritual light swirled, soaring into the sky and piercing the azure heavens. Countless disciples appeared faintly before the array's cores in various places.
Various spirit beasts appeared and disappeared in the sea of clouds, while the high-level cultivators of the sect flew in mid-air on their swords, seemingly to welcome them, but in reality to guard against them.
Shen Wangshu was a Nascent Soul cultivator, so he naturally did not need to lower himself to greet the Demon Sect Master, who was of the same level as him. He rode his spiritual light and landed in the main hall.
Whether she was too perceptive or not, when she appeared and entered the main hall with a cool and aloof expression, a sigh of relief could be heard throughout the entire sect.
A single person's exhalation is very faint, but when countless cultivators exhale at the same time, Shen Wangshu can hear it clearly.
Clearly, Shen Wangshu's appearance gave them a sense of security and direction.
Shen Wangshu lowered his eyes, a slight smile curving his lips, but said nothing more.
She had nothing more to say to the sect.
"Junior Sister." The sect leader of Guangming Sect was waiting solemnly in the main hall. When he saw Shen Wangshu enter, a complicated expression appeared in his eyes. He sighed softly, showing no joy at Shen Wangshu's appearance, only deep worry. He stepped forward, lowered his voice, and said with a somewhat pale face, "The sect leader of the Demonic Sect has indeed reached the half-step Mahayana stage. You don't know, he has recently caused a lot of trouble in the Demonic Path. Three sects have already been wiped out."
The demonic path has always been a disorganized mess, its demonic arts are more powerful, and its cultivators are more bloodthirsty and arrogant than those of the righteous path.
The demonic path is rife with internal strife, and although the leader of the demonic sect is said to rule the demonic path, it is only a title.
However, the Demon Sect Master has recently adopted a policy of "those who follow live, those who defy die," and has successively destroyed three demonic sects, causing the Guangming Sect Master to lose sleep over this.
If it weren't for the fact that the demonic path held a strong grudge against the sect leader, the sect leader would obviously have fainted.
The reason is that with so many righteous sects, the first sect leader of the Demonic Sect targeted was the Guangming Sect!
If this guy gets upset, he could wipe out the Guangming Sect and not even hold it against them.
"Senior brother, there's no need to worry," Shen Wangshu said casually.
She held the fluffy ball in her arms, a smile appearing on her cool face.
The Guangming Sect Master's aged face revealed a faint, gloomy expression. With a flick of his finger, he isolated the space around him before saying in a dry voice, "If... if you cannot defeat him, then Junior Sister, you should leave."
"Senior brother."
“You are a Nascent Soul cultivator. Even if you can’t defeat him, you can still escape,” the Guangming Sect Master sighed. “We can’t all die here and let our lineage be wiped out.” He patted Shen Wangshu’s shoulder gently and said, “With you here, the sect has preserved a seed. The sect has wronged you. Just consider it as… for the sake of the friendship we had back then.”
He saw streaks of light falling towards this place in the distance, accompanied by wild laughter. He quickly withdrew his magic and rushed towards them, a professional smile on his face.
"Sect Leader, please come in." He personally welcomed the Demon Sect Leader into the room.
Shen Wangshu stood in the main hall, looking at the Demon Sect Master.
This was a tall, muscular middle-aged man, dressed in jet-black armor covered with grotesque bone spikes and distorted human faces, exuding a fierce and ghostly aura. The faces seemed to be screaming shrilly, and a cloak behind him billowed with black smoke, stealing life from everything in its path.
Although the man was of ordinary appearance, his brows were filled with a fierce look. When he saw Shen Wangshu holding the fox and looking at him coldly, the man laughed twice and said meaningfully, "After three hundred years apart, it is truly fate to see Lingxiao again."
Shen Wangshu sat down indifferently in a seat to the side.
"Does Father know this senior?" A bright and quick-witted-looking girl tugged at his clothes and asked.
She seemed to be very favored, showing absolutely no fear in front of the Demon Sect Master.
She called the Demon Sect Master "Father," but he wasn't the one who killed Lingxiao Daozun with a demonic weapon in her previous life. Shen Wangshu couldn't help but admire the Demon Sect Master in her heart.
It is very difficult for high-level cultivators to leave behind their bloodlines; even one is extremely rare. Yet this sect leader has at least two.
"Of course, three hundred years ago in the East Sea, the Lingxiao Sword struck the ice peaks for thousands of miles, and one of my arms was severed in the East Sea at that time."
The Demon Sect Master chuckled twice, stretched out his right arm, and flipped it open to reveal a thin, cold, and hard iron claw.
It was an animal's claw, not a human arm.
Clearly, after his arm was severed by Lingxiao Daozun, the Demon Sect Master was unable to heal his wound and had to use a beast's claw to replace his arm.
The girl gasped in surprise, covering her mouth as she looked at Shen Wangshu's aloof face with awe. She was momentarily stunned by his exquisite beauty, then took the Demon Sect Master's hand and whispered, "Dao Venerable is truly a powerful figure."
Demonic cultivators revere the strong most, so in their eyes, Shen Wangshu severing the arm of the Demonic Sect Master did not elicit hostility from them, but rather increased their respect.
The principle of "might makes right" is the cultivation philosophy of demonic cultivators.
However, the high-level cultivator from Guangming Sect who was nervously entering the room revealed a different expression.
Upon hearing that Daoist Lingxiao had severed the arm of the Demon Sect Master, the cultivators frowned, their expressions showing considerable difficulty. Fairy Red Moon, already troubled, immediately revealed her displeasure with Shen Wangshu. If the Demon Sect Master hadn't been so ruthless, she would have already loudly rebuked Shen Wangshu for creating such a powerful enemy for the sect. However, despite her displeasure, she stepped back and stood with several fellow disciples, smiling as she said, "The Sect Master is kind to women; Lingxiao was too accommodating back then."
The Demon Sect Master glanced at her with a half-smile, a strange curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.
He glanced at Shen Wangshu and chuckled.
He didn't respond to Fairy Red Moon's polite words, but instead looked at Shen Wangshu and raised an eyebrow, saying, "So, this arm was given to me by me."
Why pretend to be kind and magnanimous? Bringing up past grudges only makes the Guangming Sect cultivators unhappy with her.
What is that?!
"If you're less skilled and prefer to deceive yourself to feel better, then I have nothing to say," Shen Wangshu said casually, stroking the fox in her arms without looking up.
...That's so embarrassing.
The Demon Sect Master remained silent.
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