Chapter 77 Burial Ridge
Those crowded here were all cultivators with extremely keen senses. Whether they were nearby or not, they all turned to Shen Qingqiu at this moment. Hundreds of eyes, all kinds of gazes, surrounded him from all directions.
With a flick of her folding fan, Shen Qingqiu silently covered half her face, her eyelids half-closed with a reserved air.
Luo Binghe strolled over, the river breeze blowing obliquely, causing the hem of his black robes to ripple, and the sword hanging at his waist was none other than Zheng Yang. Behind him, Mo Beijun stood to his left with his neck craned, Sha Hualing was alluring to his right, the disciples of Huanhua Palace, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, followed closely behind, and at the very end was a small squad of black-armored demon infantry.
Shang Qinghua mingled in the middle, weaving in and out like a slippery eel, creating an extremely incongruous scene. The moment the two met, their eyes blazed with hostility, locked in a fierce, chaotic exchange of blows.
Luo Binghe brazenly stepped aside, becoming the third party standing in a tripartite balance. The expressions on everyone's faces were enough to create a whole set of memes. Especially the Cangqiong Mountain Sect, which had fought with Huanhua Palace every time they met for a while, were now extremely hostile. But because they listened to Zhaohua Temple, they seemed to be friends rather than enemies at the moment, so they had no choice but to endure and remain still.
Qi Qingqi asked warily, "Are you two masters really telling the truth?"
Luo Binghe smiled and said, "Peak Master Qi, are you implying that I have also infiltrated Zhaohua Temple?"
Seeing that things were about to get entangled again, Shen Qingqiu quickly said, "Master Wuchen's words are naturally true."
Upon hearing this, the hundreds of gazes that had been directed away from him seemed to be greatly stimulated and once again converged on him.
Qi Qingqi glared at him fiercely, looking at him with a disappointed expression, as if she were saying, "You're a girl who's grown up and can't stay at home."
Luo Binghe fixed her gaze on him and said softly, "Master, it's been so long since we last met. Your disciple has missed you dearly."
Didn't we just see each other last night...?
If anyone else had said "I miss you dearly," it would have given everyone present goosebumps. But Luo Binghe had the inherent quality and ability to say anything without sounding out of place, so the focus wasn't shifted to him. Shen Qingqiu, having personally experienced what "inhumane onlookers" meant, gave a vague "hmm."
With a slight smile still lingering on his lips, Luo Binghe continued, "The Northern Frontier and the Southern Frontier have always been at odds and do not agree with the merger. This time, we are willing to lend a helping hand and join forces with you all to defeat the enemy."
Looking at Luo Binghe now, standing with his hands behind his back, looking all respectable, who would know that he's actually a strange creature who secretly loves to cling to people, crying and acting spoiled...
Who would believe that if I told them!
Yue Qingyuan calmly said, "Forgive my suspicion, but the last time at Zhaohua Temple ended in discord. Now, Palace Master Luo suddenly wants to join forces with the cultivation world to defeat her own father..."
Luo Binghe said succinctly, "I only care about one person. I know nothing about anyone else."
This time he didn't say who it was for, but does it make a difference? Does it have any meaning?
Even an idiot knows who this "person" is!
Shen Qingqiu had no choice but to act foolish for once. In the dead of winter, amidst the falling snow, he turned his folding fan, which he used to be a pretentious artifice, into a palm-leaf fan, wishing he could blow away all the gazes coming from all directions to the heavens.
One of the sect leaders chuckled dryly, "Peak Master Shen has truly taught a good disciple; this is a great blessing for our cultivation world."
Although he said "taught a good disciple," his tone was no different from saying "married a good husband," which made Shen Qingqiu's fan-waving gesture carry a hint of murderous intent. Wu Wang looked as if he wished he could smash these two immoral people to death on the spot with a magic staff. Master Wuchen hurriedly said, "Since Benefactor Luo is willing to help, that would be wonderful. Please ask Sect Leader Yue to take charge of the overall situation."
Yue Qingyuan has always been a pillar of support that all factions tacitly acknowledge as someone who can play a crucial role in critical moments, so it was only natural that he began to make overall arrangements.
"Zhaohua Temple, please arrange the remaining manpower to support the barrier and prevent Burial Ridge from continuing to fall. We must prevent it from connecting with the river."
Master Wuchen looked troubled: "I will do my best. However, Luochuan is wide and the two banks are far apart. There is nowhere to settle down and the foundation is unstable, so it is not suitable to set up an array."
After a moment's thought, Yue Qingyuan said, "How about having a disciple from the Zhicangqiong Mountain Sect protect us with their swords and form an array in the air?"
Luo Binghe suddenly said, "There's no need for that."
He turned his head slightly, and Mobei Jun stepped forward, walked to the riverbank, and stepped onto the water without falling. Wherever he passed, the ice spread rapidly; in no time, the entire area was frozen solid, and the area continued to expand, freezing the fish inside. He believed that given a little time, freezing the middle reaches of the Luo River would be no problem at all.
The demon race's advantage in offensive capabilities is innate. Some around were amazed, others resentful. Wu Chen repeatedly expressed his gratitude, while Luo Binghe showed no arrogance, only turning to look at Shen Qingqiu with bright eyes.
His face practically screamed, "Please pat my head!" and "Please praise me!"
Shen Qingqiu didn't know what to say, so she nodded demurely and said reservedly, "Yes. Well done."
A smile spread across Luo Binghe's lips. For some reason, Shen Qingqiu seemed to be infected by it, and also raised the corners of her mouth, but immediately pulled them down as soon as she realized it, before she could control her expression.
Yue Qingyuan then assigned tasks. Tianyi Temple continued to expand its reach beyond Luochuan to other areas where the merging anomalies were beginning to appear, protecting and evacuating the people. Next up was the Cangqiong Mountain Sect.
Yue Qingyuan pondered for a moment and said, "When the first wave of Southern Frontier demons broke through the boundary, it was on Hundred Battles Peak."
Only forty people came from Hundred Battles Peak. Someone couldn't help but ask, "Most of the demons in the Southern Frontier are beast-like and incredibly strong. Can forty people really withstand the first wave of attacks?"
How dare you doubt the fighting strength of a warrior race (...)!
Liu Qingge stepped on the jumbled rocks, his sword tassel, white sleeves, and black hair fluttering wildly in the wind. He didn't answer directly, but coldly told the disciples behind him, "Those who haven't killed enough thousand, get out of here and go to Anding Peak."
The forty men shouted in unison, "Yes!"
Shang Qinghua muttered weakly, "Don't discriminate against An Dingfeng... Logistics is innocent, long live logistics!"
Yue Qingyuan continued making arrangements: Qiongding Peak, Xianshu Peak, Qiancao Peak… each took its place and performed its duties. Seeing Luo Binghe's relaxed demeanor, Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but ask, "How many people did you bring? Aren't you going to make arrangements?"
The moment he opened his mouth, it felt as if countless ears had perked up, everyone holding their breath and eavesdropping, even the whispers suddenly subsided. The three graceful twin Taoist nuns nearby let out eerie giggles.
Luo Binghe said, "I've brought everything I could. The arrangements are simple." He then pointed to Sha Hualing and Mo Beijun behind him: "Leave Jiu Chongjun to her. Leave that ugly beast to him."
...Is this going to make the daughter screw over with her father again? It's unbelievable...
Shen Qingqiu asked, "Is there anything else?"
Luo Binghe nodded solemnly: "There's more."
He smiled and said, "Leave Master to me."
A chorus of coughs erupted all around, and Shen Qingqiu felt somewhat embarrassed.
He snapped his folding fan shut, held it in his hand, adjusted his expression, and said solemnly, "I have something to say to the former peak master of Anding Peak. You should work with the other sect leaders for a while and discuss a plan to meet the enemy."
Ignoring everyone else's reactions, he ran off, grabbing Shang Qinghua and dragging him like a dead pig to a slightly secluded tree. Shen Qingqiu said, "How come you're still alive! You should have died eight hundred chapters ago! Why hasn't Mobei Jun killed you yet!"
Shang Qinghua straightened his collar: "Shen Dada, you should have died before me, but you're still alive and kicking. How dare you talk to me like that?"
Shen Qingqiu rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath: "Brother Xiangtian, you, you masturbating juju, are you starved for love? Huh? The original setting you mentioned about 'Shen Qingqiu' was that he was abused by a pervert in his childhood?! Do you really enjoy writing about sad and tragic past events?"
Shang Qinghua: "Tragic figures are more popular."
Shen Qingqiu: "Bullshit! I got two huge threads asking for my castration, and you're telling me that's high popularity?"
"But I cut some of the original settings," Shang Qinghua argued, presenting his evidence and reasoning with him: "Brother Bing, isn't it terrible? Isn't your popularity high?"
They even dare to use Luo Binghe as an example!
Shen Qingqiu flicked his fan at him: "How much do you like using this joke?"
The thought of Luo Binghe kneeling pitifully on the ground picking up teacups, his small and thin body carrying two buckets of water, struggling back and forth up the mountain ladder, and then curling up in a ball at night, hugging his arms and shivering in the corner of the woodshed, made him feel uneasy. He felt uncomfortable if he didn't beat someone up, and this person had to be someone who masturbated!
Looking at his expression, Shang Qinghua said in surprise, "...What's with that expression? Don't tell me you're feeling sorry for him? Damn, I always thought you were straight!"
Shen Qingqiu kicked him: "I don't have time to waste with your nonsense! Tell me, how exactly should we fight Tianlang-jun!"
Shang Qinghua: "Didn't I already say? I can't even figure out how to play myself."
Shen Qingqiu: "If you can't think of anything, think of something now. The logic of this world was all established by you. According to your way of thinking, it must be..."
Before he could finish speaking, Luo Binghe's voice drifted over: "Has Master finished his discussion? If it's about time, we should set off."
It hasn't even been five minutes!
Shen Qingqiu turned around abruptly and asked, "Shall we set off?"
Luo Binghe said, "Sect Leader Yue and I both think it would be best to send ten people to retrieve the sword. Master, will you go? If you go, I will go."
Shen Qingqiu said, "Okay."
He paused, then pointed at Shang Qinghua: "Take him with you."
Shang Qinghua was shocked: Damn it, I don't want to go to the Burial Ridge dungeon without the guide, thank you!
Shen Qingqiu raised an eyebrow: There's no guide. Just work hard on your own along the way and come up with something fresh and exciting. You're welcome.
Liu Qingge and Baizhanfeng were responsible for guarding the ice surface. Shen Qingqiu passed by him, then suddenly turned back and said, half-jokingly, "If you want your disciple to kill a thousand, then you yourself must kill ten thousand to set an example."
Liu Qingge snorted, "Dare to come, and I will kill you."
Shen Qingqiu: "Are you relieved now?"
Liu Qingge thought for a moment and reluctantly replied, "My senior brother is here."
Luo Binghe tugged at Shen Qingqiu's sleeve and said, "Master, take me flying."
Shen Qingqiu looked down at his waist: "...Don't you have a sword?"
When alone with Shen Qingqiu, Luo Binghe immediately lost his wicked, arrogant, cool, and domineering demeanor, and said shyly, "I've been using too much demonic energy and too little spiritual energy lately, so I've forgotten how to use it."
With nearly ten others watching, Shen Qingqiu couldn't delay any longer and blurted out, "Come on up!"
They flew high into the sky on their swords, and landed immediately upon entering Burial Ridge. Therefore, Luo Binghe didn't hold him for very long.
The landing site was a jagged pile of rocks, with withered bones growing in the crevices of the white stones. Looking up, towering, gnarled, black trees stretched into the sky. The eerie cries of some unknown monster, mixed with the cawing of crows, echoed through the ridge.
Before finding the Heart Demon Sword, we should search the ridge for a while longer. Shen Qingqiu reminded us, "There are many demons in Burial Ridge, so it's best not to touch anything that looks alive."
Luo Binghe, being a demon, naturally walked at the front to show his sincerity in cooperation, with Shen Qingqiu walking alongside him.
As they walked, Luo Binghe crept over and quietly took his hand.
Wu Wang coughed loudly, Wu Chen chanted Amitabha, and Yue Qingyuan's gaze calmly shifted over.
Shen Qingqiu felt a sudden shortness of breath, and her forehead, cheeks, neck, and earlobes felt hot and burning. She felt inexplicably guilty and flustered, and slowly withdrew her hand.
The instant his palm grasped empty air, Luo Binghe's eyes seemed to instantly transform into a vast, snow-covered wilderness.
He chuckled quickly, lowered his voice, and said, "What's there to be afraid of? They need my help, they won't dare say anything."
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