Liuli Zhenjun was dragged backward.
Vulgar language was constantly heard.
"Wearing the sect's robes so tightly on purpose, isn't it just to seduce people?"
"Stop pretending to be high and mighty in front of us."
"Or are you looking down on us demonic cultivators and thinking you can sleep with Fuyue?"
"A piece of trash who stole someone else's husband dares to covet Fuyue."
"Xinghui is no good either, how could he raise a good daughter?"
"If it weren't for that old dog Xinghui, do you think I'd want to touch you, you little bitch!"
"That figure..."
The man in brocade robes continued cutting meat as if nothing had happened.
Only now did the True Lord of Glazed Glass truly begin to feel fear.
"No, no, please don't do this, my father really is Xinghui Daozun..."
She dared not say again about her good relationship with Daoist Fuyue.
It was only at this moment that she seemed to remember that, according to the man in brocade, Xinghui Daozun was just an old man, and Fuyue Daozun was just a simpleton.
How could someone like that possibly be afraid of her father and Daoist Fuyue?
The demonic cultivator casually slapped Liuli Zhenjun twice, causing her face to immediately swell and turn red.
"You little bitch, we only touched you because you're the daughter of that scoundrel Xinghui. Otherwise, would you even be worthy of my touch!"
Liuli Zhenjun burst into tears, “I… I was wrong, of course. I’m already married. I know there’s a beautiful woman with great talent and aptitude. If we use her with some methods for dual cultivation or make her our cultivation vessel, it will definitely make your cultivation level rise rapidly…”
"Her name is Wei Qinghe. She should be the most beautiful woman in the cultivation world. Don't you want to taste her?"
The demonic cultivators ignored her nonsense and continued to tear off the last remaining cloth covering her body.
Those indescribable things were carried out in full view of everyone.
Many demonic cultivators actually began to line up and wait.
Only the man in brocade remained completely unaffected, continuing to elegantly cut and eat his meat.
The other captured cultivators were terrified and completely lost their composure.
Especially those two female cultivators, they didn't want to be bullied by demonic cultivators.
I had heard before that the Liuli Zhenjun and his daughter lacked martial ethics, and today I have witnessed it firsthand. Instead of trying to get out of their predicament, they were thinking about how to drag others down with them.
After an unknown amount of time, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared outside the formation.
The man in brocade robes smiled slightly, revealing a smile that was not quite a smile, and then he elegantly wiped his hands with a handkerchief.
"It's finally here."
Wei Qinghe could only see the captured cultivators, the man in brocade robes, and a few demonic cultivators guarding the area. She was unaware that behind the boulder, the Glazed True Monarch and the demonic cultivators were still engaged in unspeakable acts.
Wei Qinghe's long sword slashed through the air, its silver light dazzling and its sword energy clashing.
Several demonic cultivators immediately swarmed out of the formation and trapped Wei Qinghe.
"Let me see just how capable you really are, you former genius girl."
The man in brocade robes spoke casually, his expression hidden beneath his silver-gray mask.
"This young master?" Wei Qinghe frowned slightly as she looked at the other person. "You are Shan Lingze, the young master of the Demon Sect!"
Shan Lingze didn't seem surprised that the other party knew his identity.
Wei Qinghe initially thought it was a demonic cultivator who had infiltrated to gain experience, but after discovering the broken sword, she realized that the demonic cultivator who came this time was no ordinary one, so she rushed to save him.
Only now did I realize that the person who came was actually Shan Lingze, the young master of the Demon Sect.
The Tianyuan Continent has two unparalleled geniuses: the young master of the Demonic Sect, Shan Lingze, and the Daoist Master of the Immortal Sect, Di Fuyue.
"Let's get started."
With a flick of his wrist, Shan Lingze sent several demonic cultivators out of the formation to surround Wei Qinghe.
The demonic cultivators were extremely ruthless, with each move potentially fatal.
However, her opponent was Wei Qinghe, whom she could handle, and she countered Wei Qinghe's moves with every strike.
The sword flashed, moving as fast as the wind.
The jade-like longsword rose and fell, forcing the demonic cultivator to stay away.
He had barely unleashed the Heavenly Origin Ice Condensation Technique when several of the surrounding demonic cultivators were severely injured and collapsed to the ground.
Dan Lingze suddenly flew out from the formation, "I underestimated you. You've been gone for five years, but it seems you haven't really slacked off in your cultivation."
Wei Qinghe was unaware that she had received such attention from the Demonic Sect.
Fortunately, I had not slacked off in my cultivation, otherwise I fear I would not have been able to escape today.
He glanced again at the several cultivators captured in the formation. They were all injured to varying degrees, their faces were pale, their expressions were complicated, and their eyes were filled with fear and unease.
Upon seeing Wei Qinghe appear, they were momentarily overjoyed, but this joy was quickly followed by a shared sense of helplessness and despair.
In their view, Wei Qinghe's arrival was merely a matter of more people being arrested; it would be a different story if the person who came was Daoist Fuyue.
Some people glanced discreetly at Liuli Zhenjun, not wanting Wei Qinghe to be treated the same way.
"Fellow Daoist Wei, don't worry about us, you go quickly and find Daoist Fuyue..."
"Fellow Daoist Wei, we'll be fine for now. You go ahead and don't look back."
"Don't look back. If Daoist Fuyue comes, we'll be saved."
...
As expected, people are different. When Liuli Zhenjun encountered danger, he thought of dragging Wei Qinghe into the mess.
Wei Qinghe gave the group a reassuring look, then turned to Shan Lingze with a cold expression and said:
"What does the Demonic Sect want by openly arresting people like this?"
The Demonic Sect could have easily killed several people, but instead they brought them here, clearly for some other purpose.
With a flick of his wrist, Shan Lingze appeared, holding a white feather fan. "If you defeat me, I will tell you."
This fan is called the Hunyuan Fan, and it is said to be an ancient relic.
Back then, when a human cultivator willingly became a lackey of the demon race, the current Demon Lord bestowed the Chaos Fan upon him.
Later, it ended up in the hands of Shan Lingze.
With a gentle clench of his fist, demonic energy surged forth, containing an extremely strong water elemental force.
With a flash of sword light, Wei Qinghe had already accepted the challenge.
The sword struck the Hunyuan Fan, causing Wei Qinghe's hand to ache.
Sparks flew as elemental forces clashed and intertwined.
The powerful sword energy soared into the sky, only to be shattered by the illusory image of the Hunyuan Fan.
The two fought from the ground to the sky, and then back down to the ground.
It is obvious that Shan Lingze's cultivation level is above Wei Qinghe's.
It's unclear how much time has passed, but everything around them has been destroyed in their battle, though the demonic cultivation formation remains intact.
Wei Qinghe's forehead was covered in sweat, his face was pale, and his hand holding the sword was trembling noticeably.
If it weren't for the timely replenishment of spatial spiritual energy, she wouldn't have been able to withstand it for so long.
Dan Lingze seemed to be having a great time. He said, "Wei Qinghe, I underestimated you. If you had passed the Ladder of Inquiry and obtained the title, you might have been able to hold out against me for half an hour."
After saying that, he added, "Wei Qinghe, I admire you very much. Either come with me, or..."
With a casual wave of his hand, Shan Lingze sent a cultivator flying uncontrollably toward him, his hand landing squarely on the other man's neck.
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