The customers of Hehuanlou are well aware of how much revenue they generate for the restaurant.
They come very infrequently, but each time they do, the Hehuanlou restaurant is always packed with customers.
The mere thought that the master behind the Hehuan Tower was a demon filled them with disgust and dread.
It was one thing for the disciples of the Ling Sect to know about their visit to the Hehuan Tower, but even Daoist Fuyue knew about it.
It would be difficult to keep it a secret. Not only would they be ashamed to face their sect, but they would also be unable to sever their ties with the demons.
"Fools, things have come to this point, are you still going to hide it?"
"Your master is a demon, and that demon has already been killed by Daoist Fuyue. Now is your chance to shine."
The madam was so frightened that her lips were trembling. "We deliver our earnings to the Holy Lord every day... in that Demon Cave, and the people in the dungeon are also available for the Holy Lord to choose from at any time."
"We know nothing else."
The men behind the madam quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, we only did those things, we don't know anything else. We were also deceived by the demon. Please give us a chance."
Wei Qinghe calmly looked at Qiao Luoning behind her. Qiao Luoning instantly understood and grabbed the madam's hair, "Lead the way."
A large amount of murky liquid flowed from under the madam's skirt, and the smell of urine permeated the air.
Everyone frowned in disgust.
The Hehuan Tower is backed by a mountain, and the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, giving it the feel of a place where immortals cultivate.
Unfortunately, this place was previously teeming with evil.
Even without seeing the situation inside the cave, just from the faint glimpse of the dungeon, this demon had already committed countless heinous acts.
With a thought, Wei Qinghe quickly discovered that the once lush green mountains were actually just a surface, and the inside had long been hollowed out.
“Fairies and immortals, this is the place where the Holy Demon once hid and cultivated. Every day, we send most of the spirit stones we earn to the cave across the way.”
The madam's face was ashen, but her eyes revealed a clear will to survive.
"Let's go take a look."
After Wei Qinghe finished speaking, he flew away on his sword, and Qiao Luoning, worried, followed closely behind with the madam in his arms.
The sword descended, and the jade-like longsword returned to Wei Qinghe's hand.
The madam was slammed to the ground. Not daring to move, she quickly said, "We can only go this far each time. We'll leave the spirit stones here and then leave immediately."
A layer of formation suddenly appeared, blocking their path.
“There are also formations!” Qiao Luoning looked at Wei Qinghe, who, along with Lei Wenxuan, were experts in formations.
She was a hard-working sword cultivator who devoted herself to the way of the sword, but with Wei Qinghe and Lei Wenxuan around, her life seemed to be not bad.
Wei Qinghe immediately began forming hand seals to break the formation, and the madam hurriedly shouted, "Little fairy, it's best not to take the risk. This is the work of the Saint... that demon. Ordinary people simply cannot break it."
The madam vaguely remembered that Wei Qinghe seemed to be a sword cultivator, and had even achieved first place in a sword cultivator competition.
However, Wei Qinghe broke the formation in front of her the moment she finished speaking.
A foul stench was emanating from inside.
Several disciples of the Ling Sect followed Wei Qinghe toward the cave, while the madam's eyes widened like copper bells.
"The formation has been broken!"
"Even the high-level array masters at Hehuan Tower couldn't break the array, yet Wei Qinghe, a sword cultivator, broke it so easily!"
"Could Wei Qinghe be a fellow practitioner of swordsmanship and formations?"
The cave was pitch black and deathly silent.
The luminous pearl in Wei Qinghe's hand illuminated the entire cave.
"So many corpses!" Qiao Luoning exclaimed. The madam, lying on the ground, felt that her chances of survival had decreased even further.
The cave was very large, at least 500 square meters. There were seven or eight layers of mummified corpses neatly piled up against the wall, looking quite tragic in their death.
The mummy, now just skin and bones, looked as if its flesh and blood had been sucked away in an instant.
Judging from their attire, they were all cultivators from the immortal sects.
There were even a few mummified corpses dressed in the robes of Lingzong disciples.
"Could these be those disciples of the Spirit Sect who suddenly disappeared in recent years?" Qiao Luoning said with a face full of resentment.
Wei Qinghe had been away from Lingzong for five years, so he was unaware of the fact that some of Lingzong's disciples had disappeared.
"Some disciples have disappeared without a trace. Didn't you check their soul lamps?"
Basically, disciples of major sects will light a soul lamp after officially becoming disciples. The flickering of the soul lamp indicates the current status of the disciple.
If a disciple is killed, his soul lamp will go out.
Qiao Luoning had only mentioned that a disciple of the Spirit Sect had disappeared without a trace, but he didn't know that the disciple had become a dried corpse.
Qiao Luoning was also puzzled. "Their soul lamps were only slightly weaker, but they weren't extinguished. Could there be a problem with the soul lamps?"
There might be one or two Soul Lamps malfunctioning, but it's definitely not the case that they all malfunction. So the problem lies here. In other words, it must be that damned Holy Master did something to keep the Soul Lamps burning, so as not to arouse suspicion and action from the Immortal Sect, and thus they can continue to do evil.
Wei Qinghe frowned as she looked at the many mummified corpses of immortal cultivators. So many immortal disciples and rogue cultivators had been murdered, yet no one had discovered this place.
If she and Daoist Fuyue hadn't unexpectedly arrived here, who knows how many cultivators would have been harmed.
"When I get back, I will personally go to the Spirit Tower to check the Soul Lamp."
In the middle of the cave were many boxes filled with rare and precious materials. After Wei Qinghe scanned them with his divine sense, he allowed Qiao Luoning to put these tempting items into his Qiankun bag.
Qiao Luoning was overjoyed; she felt like she had truly come back to life after her junior sister returned.
Wei Qinghe's gaze swept lightly over the top of her head, where something seemed to be floating faintly above the luminous pearl.
Spiritual energy surged, and an array appeared above, within which several magical artifacts emerged.
Wei Qinghe's phoenix eyes flickered, a look of shock appearing in them, and her eyes were slightly red.
"The Radiant Jade Flute!"
That belonged to Wei Qinghe's father, the Celestial Venerable Yongnian.
A jade-like longsword suddenly appeared in the sky, and Wei Qinghe rode it upwards, her hand movements skillfully forming incantations as the power of multiple elements rapidly spread.
The light waves formed by the array surged in like giant waves.
The force of multiple elements struck the formation like the tolling of a bell, and soon many cracks appeared on the light waves.
The cracks rippled, and then the talisman in Wei Qinghe's hand flew out, followed by a shout: "Break!"
The array's light waves shattered instantly, like a giant pane of glass breaking into tiny fragments.
The jade flute shimmered with light, and the power of multiple elements rolled across it; it was clearly no ordinary flute.
Above the Radiant Jade Flute is a vertical line of characters: "Eternal Celestial Venerable's Severed Arm! Obtain the Radiant Jade Flute!"
My father's arm was cut off!
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