Marry the Demon Sect Girl with No Bride Price-Chapter 256 - 61: Cultivation Is Not Carefree and Graceful, but Rivers of Blood

Chapter 256: Chapter 61: Cultivation Is Not Carefree and Graceful, but Rivers of Blood

"Son-in-law, Miss, wait for me!"

"How come even you’re running so fast, Fox Spirit!"

At the foot of Cloud Pattern Mountain, Liu Su gasped for breath, watching Qin Gengyun, Qiu Zhihe, and Si Minglan already far ahead, vanished from sight.

As for Hammer Girl, she had already sped ahead long ago.

For the journey from Cloud Pattern Mountain, Qiu Zhihe had been urging Qin Gengyun to cultivate, stopping and resting along the way, taking half a day to cover over two hundred miles.

But now, rushing back, they covered the same distance in just one two-hour period.

Liu Su, accustomed to laziness, found herself gasping for air, even though she was already at Foundation Establishment, not used to exerting herself physically.

Shouting as she ran towards Cloud Pattern Mountain, her expression changed mid-way up, and she finally stopped shouting.

The field before her was filled with corpses.

Most of them were Cloud Pattern Tribe people dressed in animal skins, their deaths rather tragic, with either necks bitten off or limbs torn asunder.

Among them were a few Liu Su recognized, the same "charming" men from that day who had chosen brides for Qiu Zhihe.

But now they had lost all trace of that previous "allure," their bodies incomplete, eyebrows furrowed in anger, clutching spears even in death.

Liu Su stood stunned, moving toward one man’s body.

She remembered this man as the most handsome, and at that time, the son-in-law had chided the miss for glancing at him a few times.

As Liu Su turned the sideways body, she saw that half of his handsome face had been chewed away, his eyes wide open, clearly still struggling before dying.

Beside him lay a Spirit Corpse, pierced all over with spears.

It seemed that several people from the Cloud Pattern Tribe had banded together to barely kill it.

Surrounding her, this beautiful mid-mountain grassland now lay strewn with bodies, the stench of blood pervasive, like an Asura Hell.

Among dozens of Cloud Pattern Tribe cadavers, there would often only be one fallen Spirit Corpse.

Liu Su felt a chill inwardly, quickly running towards the mountain top.

As she got closer to the mountain top, the number of corpses on the road increased, the smell of blood in the wind intensified.

Clenching her fists tightly, Liu Su rushed to the peak, from afar seeing the cluster of houses of the Cloud Pattern Tribe, with Qiu Zhihe and Qin Gengyun standing in front of the central wooden house.

"Son-in-law, Miss! Cloud Pattern Mountain was attacked by Spirit Corpses! Yun Zhen and the others..."

As she got near, her voice abruptly stopped.

In front of the massive wooden house, representing the Cloud Pattern Tribe leader, stood a tall figure by the door.

With an impressive presence, she stood straight as a Female War Goddess.

But her arms had been cruelly torn off, a gaping hole in her chest, blood gushing out as she stood, unmoving.

"Second Master Yun..."

Liu Su covered her mouth, unable to bear witnessing any more.

The heroic and powerful Second Master Yun of Cloud Pattern Mountain, unseen for half a day, now reduced to a fragmented corpse.

Yet she stood upright, not having fallen.

At her feet lay a man with all limbs torn off, his neck almost entirely bitten through, still biting a Spirit Corpse’s severed arm, his eyes bulging out.

"Third House."

Liu Su recognized this man.

This guy, an effeminate man, was forever vying with others for Yun Li’s affection. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

No one expected him to die so valiantly.

"Miss..."

Liu Su suddenly recalled the scene at Cyan Lotus Mountain when the Cyan Lotus Sect was exterminated, remarkably similar to now.

The Saintess, seeing this scene, must feel a pain in her heart greater than others could bear.

At this moment, Qiu Zhihe turned, gently shaking her head at Liu Su, who fell silent, looking toward Qin Gengyun beside her.

Qin Gengyun’s face was grave, staring firmly at Yun Li, the Third House, and the scattered corpses surrounding them.

He had killed before, just recently smashing a Corpse Controller into pieces.

But such a scene of corpses strewn about and limbs scattered, he had never seen before.

They say cultivation is carefree, beyond dust, but since arriving at this Hongzhou Continent, all he saw was struggle at the base, slaughter everywhere.

Even cultivators, in the end, are human.

In fact, cultivators’ desires exceed ordinary people’s, causing even greater slaughter and disaster!

Qin Gengyun initially thought he understood this world well enough.

But now he realized he was still too naive.

This Cultivation World was far crueler than he’d imagined.

He gripped the Heaven-Reaching Staff tightly.

Become stronger, even stronger!

Don’t let the tragedy of Cloud Pattern Mountain happen to those he cares about!

"Cough!"

Suddenly, Yun Li moved, eyes opening, seeing the group, as if relieved of a burden, her body tilted forward.

"Second Master!"

Qin Gengyun stepped forward to support her; Yun Li opened her mouth, blood gushing from it, her head turned towards the mountaintop, finally uttering her last words:

"Yun Zhen likes you, please... take her to... Cloud Bamboo Mountain."

After speaking, the upright and vigorous Second Master of Cloud Pattern Mountain’s head drooped, life leaving her.

"Xiaoque’Er!" Qiu Zhihe’s face turned icy, disappearing in a flash.

Si Minglan’s expression changed, also rushing towards the mountaintop.

Xiaoque’Er and those children were in the small house below the mountaintop.

Now that Cloud Pattern Mountain had become like this, those children...

The image of Xiaoque’Er’s round and adorable face suddenly surfaced in Liu Su’s mind, her heart tightened, hurriedly following to the mountaintop, the sound of wind whistling past her as Qin Gengyun’s figure swiftly moved ahead.

At this moment, Qin Gengyun felt his heart pounding, almost bursting from his chest.

For the first time, he felt this kind of fear.

Xiaoque’Er!

The children!

He turned into a stream of light, moving faster than if a Divine Speed Talisman had been applied.

Yet when he reached the wooden house in the mountaintop forest, he saw Qiu Zhihe and Si Minglan standing quietly at the door, like statues.

A dull thud in Qin Gengyun’s heart, he abruptly stopped, then slowly walked forward.

Approaching, he could hear Si Minglan’s barely suppressed sobs.

Qiu Zhihe wore no expression, blue veins bulging on her fair forehead.

"My wife..."

Qin Gengyun nearly stopped breathing, his steps impossibly heavy, finally stepping to the wooden house door.

He saw a scene that froze his blood.

The expansive wooden house was scattered with candies and wooden toys.

All were stained with blood.

Just half a day ago, the children chirping around Qiu Zhihe, Si Minglan, and Qin Gengyun now lay lifeless on the ground.

Qin Gengyun felt a chill in his limbs, a tightness in his chest.

Qiu Zhihe stepped forward, treading through blood almost forming rivulets to enter the wooden house, standing in front of a small body.

This was a little girl with two adorable pigtails, her round face smeared with blood.

Qiu Zhihe squatted down, extending a slender hand, gently caressing the girl’s cold face.

"Brother, sister, we pinky promised, you will come back to find us once you’re done with your matters!"

"Xiaoque’Er..." Qiu Zhihe closed her eyes, locking her tears in her sockets.

In the next moment, her eyes opened, filled with killing intent.

"Spirit Corpse Mountain."