Along the way.
Gu Changqing looked at Junior Sister Bai, who was frowning in deep thought, and opened his mouth to speak several times, only to stop himself.
It was mainly because the strength she had just displayed was simply too terrifying.
Outside the village, the members of Sword Peak gathered once again.
Upon hearing Gu Changqing's description, the Sword Peak disciples were all left dumbfounded, their jaws hitting the floor.
What did he mean by “she just walked up and instantly killed two Golden Core Stage elders”?
Listen to that. Was that even humanly possible?
Bai Zhirou looked at the dumbstruck crowd.
She very naturally fished out the “gifts” from those Foundation Establishment disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect from her pockets and generously tossed them to everyone:
“Here, divide these spoils of war among yourselves.”
Faced with such a “huge fortune,” everyone began to politely decline, but Bai Zhirou simply pulled a stern face, copying Jiang Ye's usual look.
They immediately shrank back and hurriedly bowed in gratitude:
“We can never repay Senior Sister Bai's kindness! Loyalty!”
“We'll go through fire and water for you, Senior Sister Bai!!”
...
It had to be said that when it came to maintaining a persona, Jiang Ye was still the master.
Looking at her lively, laughing, and bickering fellow disciples before her, a faint smile tugged at the corner of Bai Zhirou's lips.
One ke later.
Jiang Ye and his group did not venture deeper. Instead, they quietly returned to the vicinity of the sect's territory.
Of course, they weren't running away. They were back to call for backup!!
Since they could call on a mob for a righteous beatdown, why did they have to struggle and suffer on their own?
However, the Sword Peak disciples were currently completely bewildered.
To them, today's mission was literally just going out in the morning, strolling around outside, sharing a massive fortune, and then coming right back?
Jiang Ye didn't explain either. He casually tossed out:
“Wait for me here. I'm going back to call for backup.”
With that, he rose on his sword, turning into a streak of light and vanishing from the spot.
...
Just as he returned to his cave dwelling on Sword Peak, Jiang Ye quickly took out the transmission jade slip reserved for True Disciples.
“Urgent! Come quickly!”
Boom!
In just an instant, the stone door of Gu Qingxue's cave dwelling swung open.
In less than half a ke, a golden flash flickered, and Ye Jinghong also arrived in a hurry.
Inside the cave dwelling.
Jiang Ye thought for a moment and said with extreme brevity, “There's something wrong with Beast-Taming Peak. They're causing trouble. Let's go take them down.”
Gu Qingxue and Ye Jinghong exchanged a glance, their eyes sparkling with excitement. They only asked one question: “Is this information reliable?”
Jiang Ye nodded. “Absolutely!”
He had just gone through the storyline once! It had to be real!
Without asking a single extra word, the two of them immediately nodded, their voices dripping with murderous intent. “Alright.”
Jiang Ye was stunned for a moment.
Holy crap, they're not even going to ask why? It made all the lies he had prepared completely useless.
But time was of the essence, so he pressed on:
“Where is Master?”
Gu Qingxue frowned slightly.
“Is this matter... that big? We even need to trouble Master to act personally?”
Jiang Ye scratched his head. “Just to be safe. It's a precaution.”
Gu Qingxue's gaze turned slightly odd:
“The Sect Master and Master went into seclusion three days ago. Apparently, they are repairing the severely damaged secret realm grand array. They probably won't be coming out anytime soon.”
As for why the secret realm was so severely damaged, well, don't ask.
Hearing this answer, Jiang Ye secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Actually, on the way back, he had been struggling with whether to call Nangong Yue, a Nascent Soul powerhouse.
While bringing Nangong Yue along would definitely guarantee a smooth sweep, it also meant that he could kiss the top-grade natural treasure, the Scarlet Marrow Taisui, goodbye.
Something that grew by consuming flesh and blood was definitely an outright evil object in the eyes of orthodox cultivators.
Who knew if Nangong Yue might find it distasteful and obliterate it with a single sword strike?
After all, many sword cultivators were incredibly stubborn. Whatever Jiang Ye said might not necessarily sway their minds.
If that happened, he wouldn't even have a place to cry.
But to a player of the Fourth Calamity, as long as it could boost their stats and strength, who cared if it was orthodox or evil? It was all good stuff!
Thinking of the outrageously heaven-defying effects of the Scarlet Marrow Blood Armor, Jiang Ye's heart couldn't help but burn with excitement.
“Let's do something big!”
“At worst, if we fail, I'll just load the save and try again! This thing is absolutely worth wasting one of my save loads!”
After all, as the old saying goes:
When others play like a toxic boss, it's "No, no, no."
But when you play like a toxic boss, it's "Go, go, go!"
...
Jiang Ye casually tossed several spatial rings, tracing arcs in the air.
Gu Qingxue instinctively caught them.
“These are the treasures the two Yin-Yang Sect elders gifted me before they died.”
“Could you please help me exchange all of this for fire-attribute talismans and defensive magic tools for the mind, Senior Sister?”
“The faster, the better.”
Gu Qingxue nodded and vanished on the spot.
Half a ke later.
A Cloud-Piercing Shuttle without any sect markings quietly took to the sky, turning into a streak of light and heading straight in the direction of Luopo Village.
On the deck of the flying boat.
The True Disciples of Sword Peak gathered together once again.
Jiang Ye didn't give a long-winded explanation either, directly tossing out:
“Those bastards from Beast-Taming Peak are in cahoots with the demon race. We're going to go beat the crap out of them right now.”
The entire deck fell silent for a second.
Although waves of shock crashed through everyone's hearts, based on their trust in Junior Sister Bai's character, as well as their total lack of trust in those bird-brains from Beast-Taming Peak,
their opinions were surprisingly unanimous:
“Just beat them up and be done with it!”
But Jiang Ye rubbed the space between his brows, feeling troubled.
Since Beast-Taming Peak and the demon race dared to cause trouble in human territory, they must have prepared a bunch of concealment formations and magic treasures.
Trying to fish them out of the vast mountains in a short amount of time was no different from looking for a needle in a haystack.
Jiang Ye's brain ached from thinking, and he couldn't help but mutter in his mind:
“If only my character were a Gu Master, finding demon beasts would be a piece of cake.”
“Wait.”
“I might not be one, but I know someone who is!”
In her mind, Bai Zhirou was completely confused, unable to keep up with Jiang Ye's jumping train of thought.
Jiang Ye turned and snapped his fingers at Gu Changqing, who was in charge of piloting the flying boat:
“Let's go. Head to that mortal market town near Luopo Village.”
Gu Changqing was full of doubts, but his body was very honest as he turned the bow of the boat.
Right at that moment, Bai Zhirou's delicate body trembled imperceptibly.
“Xiao Bai, there are no monsters right now. You can take over and play for a bit.”
Jiang Ye decisively switched to the background.
Saving some "internet fees" for the upcoming big battle.
...
In the market town.
After the Sword Peak disciples simply threw on a few cloaks to conceal their appearances, they walked through the bustling streets.
Bai Zhirou walked at the very front, leading the way.
But the first thing Jiang Ye said almost made her lose her composure.
“Turn left, and enter the brothel alley ahead.”
Bai Zhirou: “...”
Her stunningly beautiful face instantly flushed crimson, but she still braced herself and stepped forward.
The Sword Peak disciples following behind had originally been walking with their heads held high and calm expressions, as if they had all seen the world.
Until they followed Bai Zhirou and turned into the brothel alley.
They faintly heard a conversation coming from a dilapidated wooden house:
“Big brother! Can you let me go first? I'm a germaphobe!”
“Oh? Today, I'm going to cure you of this germaphobia of yours! Go, you're queuing last!”
“No, big brother! I don't want the sloppy seconds!!”
...
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