Marry the Demon Sect Girl with No Bride Price-Chapter 119: Husband and Wife, Killing Together

Chapter 119: Chapter 119: Husband and Wife, Killing Together

Wuxi Town.

"Senior Martial Sister, the alchemist who refines high-quality pills is named Ning Huairong. He’s at the fifth layer of Qi cultivation, a third-tier alchemist. He bought the high-quality spirit grass from the Northern Wilderness treasure hunting team."

"This person is a loose cultivator who has just joined the Celestial Pill Pavilion, so there should be no problem."

Luo Zhenfeng was using a Sound Transmission Talisman to report the investigation in Wuxi Town to Ye Xiyue.

A moment later, a reply came back:

"Return to Xiyue Peak first, we’ll discuss it after the sect competition."

"Understood."

Luo Zhenfeng said to the more than ten outer sect disciples standing in attendance:

"Pack your bags immediately, we’re heading back to Xiyue Peak now."

The group looked at each other, and finally, one person boldly made a suggestion:

"Senior Brother Luo, we just arrived at Wuxi Town this morning and have been busy all day. It’s already late; perhaps we should rest for a night and set out early tomorrow?"

Even though they were cultivators, the trek from Yunling Town to Wuxi Town was tiring in itself, and after an entire day of investigating the alchemist, everyone was feeling exhausted.

Luo Zhenfeng cast a cold glance at the speaker: "I brought you out here to toughen you up. If you can’t endure this bit of hardship, how can you dream of attaining immortality?"

The person lowered their head, not daring to speak again.

Luo Zhenfeng snorted coldly, got up, and walked out of the room: "We’ll depart in half a stick of incense."

After he walked away, someone couldn’t help but mutter: "We’ve been running while Senior Brother Luo used a flying sword to travel. Of course, he’s not tired."

Someone nearby cautioned: "Keep your voice down, or Senior Brother might hear you!"

The group dispersed to pack their bags, but Fang Xue remained where she was, lost in thought.

A male cultivator familiar with her approached: "Junior Sister Fang, what’s wrong?"

Fang Xue snapped back to reality and quickly said: "It’s nothing, Senior Brother Chen, I’m going to pack my things."

She hurriedly headed to her room.

Since hearing Sister Qiu’s words the previous day, Fang Xue realized that her Tao heart had changed.

Or rather, she finally discovered her true Tao heart!

Previously, she practiced cultivation to avoid disappointing her parents, but now, it’s for the sake of seeking the Tao and achieving immortality, allowing her parents and herself to live forever.

This wasn’t an issue, but what confused her was that she seemed to no longer have much attachment to sect distinctions.

She even had a lingering thought that if the Zhenyang Sect’s techniques couldn’t rapidly increase her cultivation, she must seek a technique more suitable for herself.

Feiyun Sect, Thunder Sword Sect, or the Land of the Eastern Emperor, the Northern Wilderness Mountains.

Even the Demon Sect techniques of the Western Demon Land could be considered.

Although her parents were cultivators, they worked hard to earn her tuition for years, and their bodies were already weakened, capable of living for only another twenty years at most.

She must find a secret technique to preserve souls, which could store her parents’ souls for a hundred years.

In these one hundred and twenty years, she must achieve immortality!

Are the techniques of Zhenyang Sect enough?

If not, am I really going to learn Demon Sect techniques?

Fang Xue was plagued by these thoughts all day, performing tasks absent-mindedly, repeatedly scolded by Luo Zhenfeng.

In Luo Zhenfeng’s mind, she was already categorized as unqualified, and upon their return to Xiyue Peak, she would be sent back to the Cultivator Spiritual Institute for reassignment.

Half a stick of incense later, the group had left Wuxi Town, traveling under the moonlight towards Zhenyang City.

These outer sect disciples were not yet qualified to use flying swords. At their pace, it would take at least three days to arrive.

Having just left Wuxi Town, Luo Zhenfeng pretended to travel with these outer sect disciples on foot.

After more than ten miles, Luo Zhenfeng no longer wished to expend his energy. With a wave, a brilliant flying sword emerged from the scabbard on his back.

Under the envious eyes of the others, Luo Zhenfeng gracefully leaped onto the flying sword and said aloud:

"I’ll go on ahead. You all make your best effort to hurry. I’ll meet you at Zhenyang Sect in three days."

With that, the flying sword beneath him slowly ascended, and Luo Zhenfeng stood on the sword with his hands behind his back, his robe fluttering and hair flowing under the full moon, exuding a graceful, almost immortal aura.

Although some disciples were resentful, they were captivated by his impressive demeanor, and a female disciple gazed at him with admiration in her eyes.

Suddenly, a crimson flame shot towards Luo Zhenfeng in mid-air!

The flame illuminated the night sky, revealing Luo Zhenfeng’s panicked face. He exclaimed in alarm, twisting his body to leap off the flying sword and landed awkwardly on the ground.

Immediately after, a wave of cold air was released, freezing the middle-grade flying sword in mid-air into an ice block!

The sudden turn of events left the outer sect disciples in a panic, shouting:

"What’s happening?!"

"Did we encounter a high-tier wild spirit beast?"

"Everyone, be careful!"

"Senior Brother Luo, are you alright?"

"Why panic?!" Luo Zhenfeng shouted, and the frightened disciples finally quieted down a bit. He looked towards the dark, dense forest ahead and sneered:

"Who dares to mess with Zhenyang Sect?"

As he spoke, he shook his Purple Sun Brocade Robe, intending to remind the opponent that he was an inner sect disciple of Zhenyang Sect.

A moment later, a figure slowly emerged from the dark forest.

This figure was tall and voluptuous, with flowing red hair and clad in red, her face covered by a red veil, exuding an icy killing intent.

Half her body was enveloped in a sweltering heat, the other half surrounded by icy mist, a strange phenomenon that sent shivers down the spine.

"Who are you?!"

The outer sect disciples shouted angrily, while Luo Zhenfeng’s pupils contracted sharply:

"A remnant of Cyan Lotus Sect?!"

...

Outside Yunling Town.

Yunling Mountain.

At mid-mountain, blanketed by white snow, stood a grove of trees.

Yunling Mountain is perennially covered in snow, and in the mid-mountain grove, one can view the moon amidst the snow, thus named Snow Moon Forest.

But now it was winter, extremely cold, and at this moment, it was midnight, so the Snow Moon Forest was naturally devoid of people.

Suddenly, a white-haired old man walked slowly to stand beneath a large tree, scanning his surroundings coldly and said:

"I’ve come as promised, where is Qin Gengyun?"

This person was Chang Chunzi. During the day, Qin Gengyun had arranged to meet him at midnight in Snow Moon Forest to discuss future profit sharing from alchemical cooperation.

Chang Chunzi was quite disdainful of this, suspecting that Qin Gengyun feared losing face in front of his sister-in-law, thus scheduling a late-night meeting.

The sister-in-law was indeed enchantingly beautiful, pitiably charming, and Chang Chunzi thought that perhaps he could exert some pressure with his sixth-layer Qi cultivation to have Qin Gengyun give her to him as a concubine.

Boom!

As Chang Chunzi contemplated this, a wave of coldness surged behind him. He turned to see a ray of golden light shooting directly toward him!

"A Flying Arrow Talisman?!"

Recognizing the first-grade attack talisman paper, Chang Chunzi was unafraid, moving his foot to dodge it. However, he was incredibly angry and shocked at heart:

"Wretch, how dare you ambush me?!"

He finally understood that Qin Gengyun’s invitation here had nothing to do with negotiating pill profits but was an assassination attempt!

This realization incensed Chang Chunzi.

You, with your fifth-layer Qi cultivation, dare to try killing me, a sixth-layer cultivator?

Do you think you’re some prodigy capable of challenging across levels?

How dare you!