Chapter 47
Chapter 47: This Venerable One’s Little Pillow, It’s Up to You~
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Outside the mountain, beside the great gate.
“Disciple Ye Fan, leading junior brothers and sisters to seek weapons.”
Ye Fan’s face showed traces of fatigue as he bowed slightly, respectfully cupping his hands toward Elder Zangjian.
Elder Zangjian’s eyelids drooped slightly, his gaze sweeping over him, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger:
“You’ve arrived somewhat late.”
“This disciple encountered some matters on the road and was delayed for a while.”
Ye Fan responded with some embarrassment.
Last night, Ji Jiaying had been too troublesome and clingy, causing him to be delayed for some time, leaving him feeling somewhat weak.
“I already told you to get up early. What if you missed that spirit weapon?”
Elder Feng’s voice in his mind carried frustration and impatience.
Actually, leading the group today wasn’t his turn, but for the sake of the spirit weapon Elder Feng mentioned, he had fought tooth and nail to secure this opportunity.
Elder Zangjian looked him up and down for a moment, his eyes cold as ice:
“Go in.”
“Thank you, Elder.”
Ye Fan quickly bowed in salute, his face displaying grateful appreciation, though cold sweat had already formed on his back.
The disciples behind him also collectively sighed in relief, their tense shoulders slightly sagging.
If Ye Fan’s tardiness had ruined their weapon selection, they would have resented him to their bones.
The mountain’s great gate slowly opened, the heavy stone door grinding against the ground with a muffled “creak.”
Just as Ye Fan was about to lead everyone forward with joy, a gentle, water-like spiritual energy wave suddenly spread out.
“It seems another spirit weapon has matured and initiated its trial. Not bad, this generation indeed has many good prospects…”
Before Elder Zangjian could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly sharpened, his brow furrowing tightly:
“Something’s wrong…”
He quickly formed hand seals, his figure transforming into a streak of light and instantly disappearing before everyone’s eyes.
Sensing the disturbance in the spiritual energy, Ye Fan’s heart tightened:
“Not good! We must get inside immediately!”
His foot had already stepped forward, but Elder Feng’s voice in his mind stopped him:
“Wait.”
“Wait for what? If we wait any longer, the spirit weapon will be taken by someone else!”
Ye Fan couldn’t think of anything else, only wanting to rush toward the source of the spiritual energy.
But Elder Feng’s next words made his steps freeze in place:
“There’s a trace of demonic energy hidden in this spiritual energy. I’m afraid it’s a trap set by the demonic clan.”
“What did you say? A demonic clan trap?”
Ye Fan felt his scalp tingle, cold sweat instantly soaking through his clothes.
The demonic clan’s cunning and cruelty were common knowledge throughout the cultivation world.
They abandoned their souls, willingly accepting corruption by demonic energy, allying themselves with demonic beasts.
Even the human and demon races, who were constantly at odds, would temporarily set aside their grudges and join forces when facing the demonic clan.
But now, Elder Feng was saying there were demonic clan members hiding within Qinglan Sect?
If even Qinglan Sect couldn’t stop them, who else in this world could resist?
“Don’t be afraid. It’s just a trace of demonic energy, the demonic clan member hasn’t arrived in person. But the spirit weapon’s spiritual energy fluctuation is real… Fortune favors the bold!”
Elder Feng’s tone carried a sinister temptation. In his view, opportunity always came hand in hand with danger.
“Elder Feng, that’s the demonic clan! I’m just a small fry in the Foundation Establishment stage…”
Ye Fan’s heart was pounding. No matter how tempting the spirit weapon was, it wasn’t worth more than his life.
“Don’t you want revenge anymore?”
Elder Feng’s voice suddenly became flat, yet like a needle, it precisely pierced Ye Fan’s most painful spot.
He knew too well that only the hatred carved into Ye Fan’s bones and blood could drive him to risk his life.
The contemptuous look of his enemy flashed through his mind, making his heart ache.
Ye Fan’s clenched fists turned white at the knuckles. After a moment of silence, he finally gritted his teeth:
“I’ll go!”
Turning around, he spoke gravely to the disciples behind him:
“There’s danger here. Wait here for half a day. Enter only after Elder Zangjian returns.”
With that, he closed the great gate, cutting off any possibility for outsiders to enter.
Seeing his serious expression, the disciples, though anxious, could only suppress their impulses and wait outside the gate.
Ye Fan wasn’t concerned about their lives or deaths, he simply didn’t want these people to become unnecessary victims under the demonic clan’s blades.
After all, the demonic clan was the enemy of all humanity!
Outside Qinglan Sect, in a dense forest.
Two black-robed men were conversing in low voices, their figures hunched, their limb proportions abnormal compared to humans, clearly not human.
“Keh keh keh, though we let that damn fox escape, she left us a small crack. Combined with our inside contact, this new generation of Qinglan Sect disciples will likely be completely wiped out.”
One of them laughed sinisterly, his voice like rusty metal scraping.
The other spoke obsequiously:
“Brilliant plan, my lord! The spiritual energy from the spirit weapon trial masks the aura of our demonic artifact’s operation. I wonder how Qinglan Sect will respond this time?”
When Qinglan Sect’s future generation was depleted, wouldn’t they have an opportunity to invade?
“Let’s go. Before they discover this ‘gift,’ we should retreat!” The leading black-robed figure glanced deeply at Qinglan Sect’s direction and waved his hand, causing a pitch-black gate to appear from thin air.
At that moment, an unremarkable water droplet fell from the sky, landing on the gate.
The black portal dissolved instantly like it had been corroded by strong acid, crumbling into black mist.
“Who?!”
The black-robed man spun around sharply, sweeping both palms forward. The surrounding trees were instantly wrapped in black energy, withering and rotting at a visible rate.
A blue-haired woman carrying a large gourd walked slowly toward them, yawning, looking drowsy as if she had just been awakened from deep sleep.
“Two more little mice disturbing my peaceful dreams.”
Her voice was lazy, carrying the nasal tone of someone not fully awake.
The new pillow she’d recently acquired was too comfortable, making her increasingly fond of sleeping. She only noticed these two little mice when they started making moves.
“Playing mysterious tricks!”
The two black-robed men exchanged glances and without hesitation channeled their demonic energy, pouncing toward the woman like two black venomous snakes.
But the woman kept her eyes half-closed, showing no intention of defending herself.
If you listened carefully, you could even hear steady breathing sounds, as if she had truly fallen asleep.
“Seeking death!”
The black-robed man was furious, increasing his demonic energy output, determined to corrode this woman who dared look down on them into a puddle of pus.
Just as the demonic energy was about to touch her, the gourd in her hand suddenly blazed with golden light, breaking free from her grasp and flying into the air.
The bottle mouth aimed at the incoming demonic energy and, like a whale drinking water, swallowed it all. The gourd itself visibly expanded, becoming mountain-sized in the blink of an eye.
“My lord, something’s wrong with this gourd! What do we do?”
The subordinate panicked, his voice trembling.
“What else can we do? Run, of course.”
The leading black-robed figure reacted extremely quickly, he hadn’t reached this position without reason.
The moment the gourd moved, he sensed something was wrong and immediately channeled demonic energy to tear through space, attempting to escape.
But if even the Six-Tailed Void Fox, skilled in escape, couldn’t get away, how could they possibly escape?
Indeed, the giant gourd suddenly expanded further, and terrifying suction instantly enveloped the surroundings.
The two black-robed figures screamed as they were sucked in, without even a chance to resist.
With all the demonic energy in the air dissipated, the gourd obediently shrank back to normal size and returned to the woman’s hand.
The blue-haired woman finally opened her eyes, shook the gourd, and smiled:
“Looks like there’s something fun again.”
She looked up toward the direction within Qinglan Sect where spiritual energy was erupting.
Her eyelids drooped, looking somewhat drowsy as she said:
“That place is up to you, this venerable one’s little pillow… I’m going back to sleep.”
Heaven and earth are vast, but sleep is the greatest!
“Mm… I really want to sleep while holding you.”