My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Chapter 173: Chapter 173: Red Beauty Drunk under the Sealing Demon Well

“The safety of the Sect Hierarch!?”

An Jing muttered to himself upon hearing this.

In heaven there is no room for two saints, naturally, the Demon Sect could not have two Sect Hierarchs, which made him recall the words Zhao Chongyin once said.

“This newly appointed Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect does seem to possess some tricks; reportedly very young and promising, it’s just a pity….”

An Jing touched the Heavenly Flipping Seal in his chest and remembered the supreme martial arts heart method of the Demon Sect, the “Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture”.

Boom!

It struck him like a bolt from the blue, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over him from head to toe, leaving his entire body numbed.

Lin Tianhai looked at the Ghost Swordsman standing before him as still as a wooden chicken, feeling somewhat puzzled; the words he himself had uttered didn’t seem to touch on the hidden secrets of our Demon Sect, and besides, the Sect Hierarch was currently trapped in the Sealing Demon Well, so why would the Ghost Swordsman have such an expression?

After a long while, An Jing finally came back to his senses, grabbing Lin Tianhai’s collar in one swift motion: “What is your Sect Hierarch’s name?”

Lin Tianhai frowned and said coldly, “I’ve told you, I’ll only answer one question.”

“Fine.”

An Jing released Lin Tianhai’s collar and turned to leave.

“Whew….”

Seeing this, Lin Tianhai couldn’t help but heave a sigh of relief, but before he could catch his breath, the Ghost Swordsman returned abruptly and once again grabbed his collar.

“Unfortunately for you, you’ve fallen into my hands again.”

Lin Tianhai: “…..”

An Jing stared at Lin Tianhai, his gaze calm, and asked, “Answer the question I just asked, and I can let you go again.”

Lin Tianhai, unable to contain his anger, said, “You are toying with me, playing tricks on this old man, even if I die today I will not compromise with the likes of you, a bandit.”

Lin Tianhai, after all, was one of the Demon Sect’s top experts, the Chief of the Azure Dragon Sect, and now he was being insulted in such a manner; how could he tolerate this indignation?

You won’t tell me, right?” An Jing said gravely.

“Castrate me then, for I no longer need that. You’d do well to draw your sword quicker, lest you get splattered with my blood,” Lin Tianhai closed his eyes, assuming an indifferent posture.

Fuck!

An Jing observed Lin Tianhai’s defiant expression and found himself unable to strike.

What if, in the future….

“Roar!”

Just then, a low growling dragon roar came from the serene surface of the creek, as if calling out to something.

“The Black Flood Dragon!?”

An Jing was shocked upon hearing this.

The sound was indeed that of the Black Flood Dragon, but it seemed somewhat strange.

That Black Flood Dragon possessed the cultivation of a Grandmaster with Three Qi powers; it was his greatest reliance right now. If he were to lose the Black Flood Dragon and encounter the experts of the Zhenyi Sect, he could be in big trouble, especially since his Evil Suppressing Sword might be with the Black Flood Dragon as well.

“Old fart, I’ll deal with you later.”

An Jing glanced at Lin Tianhai, then, with a bound, soared into the distance.

Lin Tianhai watched An Jing’s departing figure, and only after ensuring he had vanished did he frantically cycle the true qi within his body. However, the lightning qi was still inside him, blocking the flow of qi mechanisms in his body.

“Damn it!”

Lin Tianhai’s eyes were bloodshot, but the more he hurried, the more it seemed futile, as the lightning qi raged inside him, causing him exceptional discomfort.

After approximately the time it takes half an incense stick to burn, the Ghost Swordsman still hadn’t returned.

Lin Tianhai started to get anxious; if that Ghost Swordsman really had left, given his current lack of mobility, he might starve to death in this wilderness.

If this were to be known, the Chief of the Azure Dragon Sect starving to death in the wilderness would become a joke to all under heaven?

“Chief Lin?”

Just then, a voice came from not too far away.

“I’m here….”

Lin Tianhai hastily replied.

“Swoosh, swoosh!”

“Chief Lin, are you alright?”

A figure rushed over swiftly, covered in dust; it was none other than Luo Zixiang, an expert of the Earth Sect of the Demon Sect.

She had managed to escape the Four Symbols Sect, but after realizing that Lin Tianhai hadn’t appeared for a long time, she ventured back to check what had happened and saw the Ghost Swordsman carrying Lin Tianhai away from the Four Symbols Sect.

“Quick, take me away.”

Seeing the newcomer, Lin Tianhai was overjoyed and promptly said, “Hurry, that madman might come back any moment now.”

“Alright, let’s go now.”

Luo Zixiang nodded and helped Lin Tianhai up, and together they headed into the distance.

…….

Elsewhere, An Jing followed the sound to its source.

A red sun seemed to hang on the branches to the west; the surrounding red clouds were blood-like, congealed in the air. Distant mountains stretched above one another, with specks of red as if the sunset, reluctant to part, had shed drops of blood.

In the depths of Dragon Hidden Creek, the surface of the water reflected an orange glow.

Due to the Living Puppet Technique, An Jing had a unique sense of proximity to the Black Flood Dragon.

So when he arrived at the creek, he felt that the Black Flood Dragon was below.

“Splash!”

Before he could command the Black Flood Dragon, a huge dragon head surfaced from the water.

Its enormous eyes blinked, looking at An Jing standing above the creek, revealing a trace of joy.

“Hm!?”

An Jing noticed something different about the eyes of the Black Flood Dragon.

The next moment, the Black Flood Dragon rapidly charged towards him. An Jing didn’t sense any danger, so he didn’t dodge.

“Thump!”

The Black Flood Dragon directly knocked An Jing into the water and then plunged into the creek itself, causing a huge splash.

“What are you doing? Do you want to kill me?”

An Jing floundered in the water with a low growl.

Meanwhile, the Black Python floated in the distance like a misbehaving child, nervously watching him.

“Could it be that this fellow has developed spiritual intelligence?”

An Jing looked at the Black Python, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

When he had subdued the Thousand-Year-Old Black Python, he had used the Living Puppet Technique, extracting its violent and fierce divine soul. From then on, the body of the Thousand-Year-Old Black Python was under his control.

After the Black Python underwent the Jiao Transformation, it had not spawned a new divine soul and had always been like a puppet.

But today, judging by its movements and expressions, it seemed to have developed a new divine soul.

“Come here.”

An Jing tried to summon it with a wave of his hand.

The Black Python, as if understanding his words, tumbled in the water and cautiously floated over. It then prostrated its head before An Jing, showing a sense of obedience.

An Jing touched the scales on the Black Python’s body with his palm.

“Huff! Huff!”

Two streams of white breath burst from the Black Python’s nostrils, appearing to enjoy it immensely.

“Not bad at all.”

An Jing leaped up and landed on the back of the Black Python, “My Evil Suppressing Sword should be with you, right?”

“Hiss! Hiss!”

The Black Python opened its mouth wide, and the sheathed Evil Suppressing Sword, comprising two swords, appeared between its teeth.

“Shoo!”

An Jing reached out his hand, and the Evil Suppressing Sword, as if sentient, landed in his palm.

Now that the Black Python had returned and he held the Evil Suppressing Sword again, he finally felt a sense of security in his heart.

“Could it be that old boy Lin Tianhai was swallowed by a wild dog?”

Thinking of something, An Jing then said, “Let’s hurry back.”

“Roar!”

The Black Python let out a low roar and then transformed into a black shadow, darting away into the distance.

The Black Python, for some reason, was very excited, tumbling in the water and raising waves.

After about the time it takes to brew a half pot of tea, the Black Python landed next to the dense forest they had been at before.

“Where is everyone?”

An Jing noticed that the place was empty; Lin Tianhai was nowhere to be seen.

The Black Python seemed a bit afraid, its body prostrated on one side, its large eyes watching their surroundings vigilantly.

An Jing approached the previous tree and murmured softly, “No bloodstains, and given the wounds on him, it’s impossible he walked away by himself; he must have been rescued… maybe they haven’t gone far…”

He was very clear about Lin Tianhai’s injuries; it was absolutely impossible for him to have escaped on his own in such a short time.

He still had some questions he wanted to ask Lin Tianhai, but suddenly realized, whether he asked or not, it seemed to make no difference… @@novelbin@@

Sitting alone on the green mountain, he watched the setting sun break.

The orange halo, like withered leaves, spilled on An Jing, making him appear serene and at ease. He looked at the ceaseless flow of water in the distance, his eyes and brows lowered.

He suddenly felt a bit tired.

“Sigh…”

An Jing sat on the bank of Dragon Hidden Creek.

In fact…

He never considered himself a good person, but he never thought of himself as utterly wicked either.

What is Jianghu?

Jianghu is a place of fame and fortune. Once you mingle in Jianghu and step into this realm of fame and fortune, it’s like half stepping into the Underworld.

Even someone with the cultivation of a Grandmaster like Old Qingfeng cannot escape the fate of death and the dissolution of his Dao.

When human kindness and sophistication can’t solve problems, the only option left is fighting and killing. This simple method is always the most direct and the most effective.

Mingling in Jianghu, killing is just a mundane occurrence. To cut weeds and eliminate the roots is not just something written in books.

They would even shake eggs to break them, flood the anthills by the door; such cruelty, such unreasonableness…

“Why?”

An Jing whispered softly, the image of that beautiful figure emerging in his mind, that gentle and heartwarming smile like a spring breeze in February, he remembered their first encounter…

“Why?”

An Jing asked again.

He really couldn’t imagine, that gentle and soft woman, who couldn’t even climb a ladder, that clumsy lady who could be cut by a broken bowl, would have her hands possibly stained with the blood of countless people!

It was like a dream!

Touching shatters it, contact breaks it, everything seems like an illusion…

“Why…”

This time, his voice was faint.

Afterwards, there were no more words.

He sat by the bank for a long time, perhaps until the sky grew dim, the night filled with quiet stars hanging high in the sky, and the Star River silently flowing, before he came back to his senses. He stood up and slowly returned to the Black Python.

At this moment.

The Black Python’s body was coiled, its large head casually drooping to the ground, those unaffected eyes reflecting An Jing’s figure. It was curious yet could sense An Jing’s mood, tenderly rubbing its head against him.

“I’ve been deceived… but I don’t know why I was deceived.”

An Jing smiled bitterly, his hand caressing the Black Python’s scales.

Lou Xiangzhen once said, when you reach his age you won’t be confused anymore, but you’ll always lose your way.

He didn’t understand before…

But now, he seemed to somewhat understand.

“Yes, you’ll always lose your way…”

An Jing murmured softly, “She came to find me on purpose, and she took a fancy to me at first glance. Now that I think about it carefully, I was indeed deceived by allure.”

Just then, a rustling sound arose, likely from something moving alone in the grass, but An Jing did not pay attention, sighing softly while petting the head of the Black Flood Dragon.

The Black Flood Dragon, however, seemed to be spellbound, its gaze fixed on the grass.

In its amber-like eyes, a small, fat, snowy white shadow appeared.

It was a rabbit.

Standing with its back to the Black Flood Dragon, it nibbled at the roots of the grass nearby.

The head of the Black Flood Dragon leaned forward, its fangs bared.

As if sensing something, the rabbit turned its tiny body, innocently looking at the Black Flood Dragon.

Suddenly.

It hopped forward.

“!”

The Black Flood Dragon immediately drew its head back.

Colliding with An Jing, who was gathering the surrounding tree branches and fallen leaves.

He looked puzzled, glancing from the Black Flood Dragon to the rabbit, nearly fainting from exasperation.

“You are a Flood Dragon! A Flood Dragon! How can you be afraid of a rabbit?!”

“…”

The Black Flood Dragon could not speak.

It could only look on guiltily.

Rubbing its head against An Jing, it appeared rather wronged.

“You’re not even as good as the dog Tan Yun keeps!”

An Jing felt somewhat helpless, “Forget it.”

With a flick of his finger, a stream of Sword Qi shot out from his fingertip, striking the rabbit’s neck precisely. The rabbit convulsed on the ground for a moment before lying still in a pool of blood.

“It can be considered a meal delivered to our door.”

An Jing stepped forward and picked up the rabbit by its ears.

He then skillfully built a fire and hung his drenched clothes over the fire rack to dry.

“Such a fat rabbit…”

An Jing took a sharpened stick, skewered the entire rabbit, and placed it over the fire to roast.

Soon, the aroma of the meat was overwhelming.

The Black Flood Dragon curiously watched the roasted rabbit in An Jing’s hands.

It thought it smelled delicious.

It started to drool a little.

An Jing bit fiercely into the rabbit meat, as if to relieve the melancholy and helplessness in his heart.

The moonlight was sinking in the west, casting its reflection on the clear stream.

“How can I bear to leave when feelings grow intense, and there are no regrets or complaints when love runs deep.”

Looking at the moonlight’s reflection, An Jing could not help but recall the misty rain of Yu State City, “I wonder when I can return to Yu State City, or perhaps I may never return.”

Life is like a long river, with ephemeral joys flashing for thousands of years on the left bank, eternal longing under candlelight on the right, and year after year of faint loneliness flowing in between. The sorrow that the wind plays is always that floating melancholy, and the loneliness of the heartless is the fireworks that not even the wind can scatter.

“No matter the outcome, I still want to go and see, seeing is believing, yes, seeing is believing.”

“Perhaps I’m wrong?”

“Perhaps…”

An Jing muttered to himself, gazing at the full moon.

…..

Four Symbols Sect, chamber.

The waning moon hung high, scattered stars twinkling, as moonlight fell like flowing satin.

Yang Chong’s brows were tightly furrowed as he walked slowly toward the chamber.

“Brother!”

Just then, a lovely girl with bright eyes approached, carrying a food box.

It was Jia Meixian.

Yang Chong asked curiously, “What dish have you prepared?”

“I stewed an old hen as you instructed, for Young Hero Han to nourish his body,” Jia Meixian said with a tinge of peculiarity in her eyes, “Brother, what brings you here so late?”

“That… that’s good,” Yang Chong stammered, feeling a bit guilty, “I was worried that Brother Han might be bored, so I thought I’d keep him company and chat to relieve his boredom.”

As he spoke, he pushed open the door and shouted loudly.

“Brother Han, Sister and I have come to see you, and we’ve even stewed chicken soup for you.”

The room was silent, void of any sound.

Jia Meixian entered the room and saw that the bed was empty. She couldn’t help but say, “Huh, where is he?”

“Not good!”

Yang Chong’s face changed, fearing the worst, “Brother Han wouldn’t have been so ashamed that he…”

Jia Meixian placed the food box on the table, puzzled, “Brother, look at the table.”

There was a piece of white paper on the table next to a wooden sword the size of a palm.

“What’s this?”

Yang Chong picked up the white paper from the table and read aloud, “Brother Yang, Miss Jia, stricken with longing, I have departed ahead. If fate allows, we shall meet again. I leave this gift as a token of my gratitude.”

Jia Meixian toyed with the wooden sword in her hand, murmuring, “Is it this wooden sword?”

“Alas.”

Yang Chong sat down heavily on a chair, his voice forlorn, “He’s actually gone, it’s all my fault…”

Confused, Jia Meixian asked, “Brother, what’s wrong?”

Yang Chong knew her well; he was not a person of arrogance and overbearing nature.

“It was mountain bandits.”

Yang Chong shook his head, his voice filled with pain and regret, “Today I learned from his own lips that he was humiliated by mountain bandits, his body and soul both suffered immense trauma.”

Jia Meixian became even more puzzled upon hearing this.

Yang Chong explained, “What do you think of Brother Han’s appearance?”

Jia Meixian thought for a moment, then said softly, “Quite good…”

Among the thousands of disciples in the Four Symbols Sect, there were not many who were more handsome than the young hero Han, especially those pair of eyes.

Yang Chong sighed, “Yes, some people are most fond of his rosy-cheeked and white-toothed youthful appearance.”

“Brother, could it be….”

Jia Meixian’s eyes widened, a look of disbelief emerging in them.

Yang Chong glanced at the wooden sword in Jia Meixian’s hand and shook his head, “Since he wants to leave, we should not force him to stay. Take good care of this item; Brother Han is indeed a man of misfortune.”

With that, Yang Chong walked out of the house with a face full of regret.

Leaving behind a completely bewildered Jia Meixian, who stared blankly at the wooden sword in her hand.

…….

Three days later, at Dongluo Pass, Sealing Demon Well.

Zhao Qingmei stood at the bottom of the well, holding a piece of white paper in her hand, while a wooden figure next to her hung a basket filled with wine and meat.

“Failed?”

After reading the letter, Zhao Qingmei’s brows furrowed tightly.

Although she was currently inside the Sealing Demon Well, she could still manipulate the entire Demon Sect through Yu Qiurong.

Duanmu Xinghua was loyal to the Demon Sect, and since Zhao Qingmei was still the Sect Hierarch, Duanmu Xinghua still followed her orders. Her words, considering her past status as the leader of the Heavenly Sect, carried a lot of weight.

Yu Qiurong and the head of the Xuanwu Sect were both promoted by her hands.

Yu Qiurong controlled the lifeline of the Demon Sect, while the head of the Xuanwu Sect held the might of the Demon Sect’s most formidable and elite iron-armored forces.

Zhao Qingmei was very clear inside, as long as she held this elite force in her hands, then the Demon Sect would forever be under her control.

Aside from that, Jiang Shang showed no interest in the matters of the Demon Sect and left in a hurry, while Jiang Renyi honestly secluded himself within the Dongluo Desert, seemingly seeking an opportunity to break through to the Grandmaster Realm.

The Demon Sect remains quite stable to this day.

The only cause for concern are the several old fellows at the Sealing Demon Platform.

“Sigh…”

Zhao Qingmei mused, “Jia Shiwu truly presented Zhao Chongyin with a splendid gift. The Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion is probably going to be finished, Xiao Ruoyun is really foolish…”

The Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion had said that this endeavor was foolproof, yet the most critical part had a flaw; if the charge of plotting against the Crown Prince were confirmed, the Pavilion might well be destroyed in the Great Yan Martial World.

“It seems that the Ghost Swordsman has sided with the Crown Prince, Zhao Chongyin. Not killing him in Yu State City was a mistake; he has now become a thorn in the side.”

Zhao Qingmei took a deep breath and then crumpled the letter in her hand into dust.

The head of the Azure Dragon Sect of the Demon Sect was seriously injured by the Ghost Swordsman and nearly died at his hands, which was a clear opposition to the Demon Sect.

Considering the situation, the Ghost Swordsman has apparently sided with Zhao Chongyin, and recruiting him seemed much less likely.

“I can only resolve these issues once I am out.”

Zhao Qingmei picked up the food box and, as usual, sprinkled Red Beauty Drunk over the food before walking towards the cave.

Based on her calculations over the past few days, the quantity by today should be nearly sufficient. Even if Nan Weiping possessed top-tier Grandmaster strength, it would be difficult to purge the poison of Red Beauty Drunk.

Soon, she arrived inside the cave.

Zhao Qingmei said indifferently, “Elder Nan, today’s meal has arrived.”

“Good, what delicacies do we have today? Bring them here quickly.”

Nan Weiping, who still lay on the ground, suddenly perked up, her eyes gleaming. These days’ meals had made her increasingly fond of the delicious offerings brought by Zhao Qingmei.

Zhao Qingmei placed the food box in front of Nan Weiping and said, “We have Pearl Jade and White Jade Soup, Bletilla Pig’s Lung Soup, Sugar Lily Water Chestnut Soup, Barbecued Deer Tenderloin, and a pot of fine wine.”

“Very good, very good.”

Merely hearing about it caused Nan Weiping’s taste buds to dance, and she hurriedly opened the food box.

Zhao Qingmei quietly watched Nan Weiping scarfing down the food without a word.

“Aren’t you going to write in your diary instead of watching me eat?”

Nan Weiping, clutching her bowl of rice, asked seeing Zhou Qingmei standing motionless.

Today’s Zhao Qingmei seemed somewhat different from her usual self.

“No rush.”

Zhao Qingmei’s serene eyes flowed calmly as she said, “After Elder Nan finishes eating, I would like to ask you a question.”

After hearing this, Nan Weiping continued to gobble up the food, “Asking me a question will depend on my mood.”

Zhao Qingmei’s lips rarely curved into a smile, “That might not be up to Elder Nan.”

“What do you mean?”

Nan Weiping also sensed the deeper meaning in the words, and her movements paused.

Zhao Qingmei’s smile lifted slightly, “Elder, have you not noticed yet?”

Zhao Qingmei was extremely beautiful, and even more so when she smiled, but Nan Weiping felt a chill in her heart at that moment, a cold draft rising up her spine, shooting straight to the crown of her head.

“This Red Beauty Drunk is colorless and tasteless.”

Zhao Qingmei’s pace was steady as she continued, “You have ingested it for several days now, and the poison has long contaminated your internal organs.”

Nan Weiping’s gaze turned cold as she said indifferently, “This old body does not fear death.”

Zhao Qingmei watched Nan Weiping with a smile, her red lips parting lightly, “I believe there’s absolutely no one who does not fear death, but I am sure Elder Nan isn’t one of them.”

If Nan Weiping truly did not fear death, she would have hung herself long ago due to the torment of the lightless Sealing Demon Well, rather than struggle to live until now.

She was someone who greatly cherished her life.

……..

PS: Today I’ll organize the outline.