Chapter 4 This male protagonist is really hard to kill (4) He went to kill someone else...

Chapter 4 This male protagonist is really hard to kill (4) He went to kill someone else...

After leaving the main hall and returning to the side hall, Wufeng dismissed the demon servants, got into bed, drew the bed curtains, and set up a protective barrier around the area.

After confirming there was no risk, he leaned against the headboard, one hand clutching the jade pendant bestowed by the Venerable One, covering the cheek that the Venerable One had slapped earlier that day, while the other hand was placed below, meticulously working on it.

Soon, her previously expressionless face was flushed with a rosy glow, her expression became dreamy, and her eyes, which were as still as a deep pool, suddenly gushed red light like boiling water, filled with deep infatuation and obsession.

Soft, fragmented words gradually spilled from his mouth:

"I'm so happy, so happy... Your Majesty hit me so hard, does your hand hurt... Your Majesty's hands are so white, more beautiful than mutton-fat jade, I'm so happy to have been touched by your hands..."

"Your Majesty touched me without wearing any clothes, Your Majesty's body is so beautiful... Your Majesty, could you hit me more, touch me more? I'm very clean, I shower every day... Mmm..."

The cool touch of the jade pendant against his face seemed to bring back the moment Fu Li struck him, and the pain that arose in that instant.

However, even more noticeable than the burning stinging sensation was the intense heat surging up from the restless blood and qi within the body.

Actually, after being slapped by Fu Li, Wu Feng couldn't help but groan. He only managed to hide it because the Venerable One hadn't noticed. Otherwise, it's no surprise that Fu Li would have crippled him.

But he doesn't want to be crippled yet. He wants to become stronger and continue to share the burdens of the Venerable One until he is the only one left by his side.

Without wind, he tilted his head back, panting heavily, pressed the jade pendant to his lips, and murmured almost frantically:

"Your Excellency...Your Excellency..."

"Your Excellency..."

Two months later, in the cultivation world.

On the mountain path, two cultivators in purple robes walked side by side, carrying two long swords on their backs and wine gourds with talismans hanging at their sides. Judging from their clothes, they seemed to be members of the Nine Heavens Sect.

One of the cultivators said to the person next to him, "We've done a great service this time. We finally persuaded those old guys from the Dragon Slaying Sect and the World Destroying Sect to agree to support the establishment of the Demon Alliance. When we get back, the sect leader will be overjoyed, and we'll both get promoted."

The other man, with his nose in the air, arrogantly declared, "I deserve the credit this time. If it weren't for my silver tongue persuading those cowardly stubborn fools, how could things have gone so smoothly?!"

"Ha, that's right. They're all wary of the Demon Realm's power, and there's also that old monster, the Demon Lord, who's only at the Tribulation Transcending stage. Don't they realize that the emperor is far away and the heavens are high up? How can the Demon Lord possibly control this place? Once the Demon Alliance is established, we won't have to listen to those demons in the Demon Realm anymore. We can be in charge of our own destiny!" He sounded smug and triumphant.

As the two walked to the mountain gate, they suddenly realized that the atmosphere inside was different from usual. There wasn't even a sweeper at the gate; it was unusually quiet.

Something unusual must be amiss.

Before the two could draw their swords, a black figure descended from the sky, landing precisely on the mountain gate. The newcomer appeared to be a young cultivator with exceptionally handsome features. However, he exuded a faint scent of blood, adding to his menacing aura.

The demonic cultivators realized what was happening and hurriedly drew their swords, shouting angrily, "You insolent brats! What are you doing in my Nine Heavens Sect?!"

The young man looked down at him coldly and asked, "Were you speaking disrespectfully to His Excellency just now?"

His tone was filled with intense killing intent.

Before the cultivators could react, he formed claws with both hands, and three circular totems, resembling three blood moons, appeared before him. Then, he swooped down, instantly shattering all of their attacks and defenses.

When the spell wore off, only two mangled corpses remained on the ground.

The boy stepped out of the bloodstains, his expression unchanged, as he was already used to such scenes.

This is the last evil sect that Wufeng has eradicated.

He turned and walked towards the Taoist temple. Along the way, there were corpses of Jiuxiao Sect members everywhere, all of whom had fatal wounds inflicted by him.

He had originally intended to silence them at the temple, but he rushed out after hearing the commotion outside the gate. Now he needs to go back and check if there are any other remaining followers.

Thanks to Feng Fuli's habit of giving him strange books over the years, and his slight knowledge of Qimen Dunjia, Wufeng quickly discovered a mechanism in the main hall, which was destroyed as if it had experienced a major earthquake. After pressing it, a stone passage leading underground was revealed in the wall next to him.

Standing at the entrance of the stone path, I could not feel any noticeable wind. Knowing there was no wind, I lifted my foot and continued walking down.

Torches were placed inside the walls on both sides of the stone path, barely enough to illuminate the way ahead.

The further down you go, the damper the ground becomes. Soon you'll see an iron gate extending from a corner ahead. Through the iron gate, you can see that there are prison cells set up deeper inside. It's clearly a dungeon used by the Nine Heavens Sect to imprison people.

At this moment, all the people from the Nine Heavens Sect were dead, but voices could be heard coming from inside the prison, as if a group of people were discussing something.

First, a soft, clear female voice said, "The fighting outside seems to have stopped."

A boy chimed in, "Has Master come to save us?!"

Then several more voices rang out, mixed together and indistinguishable. I counted about four or five in total. They all sounded quite young, and their conversations still carried a touch of childish innocence, like disciples from some righteous sect who had come out for training but were captured by the demonic sect.

Soon, the people inside seemed to have heard the sound he made when he came down and shouted for help:

"Is anyone there?! Which fellow Daoist has come down here? Please save us! We are all disciples of the Guiyan Sect. If you save us, we will reward you handsomely!"

In an instant, Wu Feng's mind raced with a hundred thoughts.

His first reaction was to kill all these righteous disciples and nip them in the bud. But then he thought, since they could all be captured by the Nine Heavens Sect, they were just a bunch of useless trash.

The Demon Lord had always criticized him for being inflexible and unable to maximize profits. It would be better to let these righteous disciples spread the news of the Nine Heavens Sect's annihilation, thus deterring other demonic sects harboring ulterior motives. This would save him the trouble of making the trip himself.

After some thought, Wu Feng shook open the iron gate and walked to the innermost cell. There, five dusty-looking people were sitting on the muddy floor. The insignia of the Guiyan Sect could be barely made out from the Taoist robes they wore.

With a wave of his hand, he released the restrictions on the prison door. Without even glancing at the few Guiyan Sect disciples, he turned and walked out.

Fearing being left behind, the group, despite being exhausted, hungry, and physically weak, hurriedly followed.

One of them introduced himself, "Senior, I am Qi Yue, courtesy name Jingtong, a disciple of Elder Jin Que of the Guiyan Sect. A few months ago, I led my junior brothers and sisters out of the mountains for training, but we were unexpectedly captured by the demonic cultivators of the Jiuxiao Sect. I am very grateful for your rescue. May I ask which sect you belong to and what is the situation outside?"

Wu Feng paid no attention to his words, only coldly uttering a few words: "I've killed them all."

After hearing this, everyone fell silent.

It wasn't until they got outside that they realized what Wufeng had said was true.

Just a few days ago, the Nine Heavens Sect was perfectly intact, housing hundreds of disciples. However, it now appeared as if it had been forcibly demolished, with ruins and rubble everywhere. Even more disgusting were the bloody corpses scattered about. Several junior disciples, who had never witnessed such a scene before, turned pale with fright and nearly vomited.

The only girl among them looked around thoughtfully and said with some envy, "To eliminate demons and protect the righteous path, to be able to wipe out the demonic sect single-handedly, you are truly a master."

Although she was covered in dust from being trapped in the dungeon for many days, her features and face shape alone made it clear that she was a stunning beauty. Even Wu Feng's gaze turned to one of admiration.

Meanwhile, inside the Demon Palace, Fu Li, who was leisurely lying on a chaise lounge, suddenly heard:

[The male lead, Xue Shaoming, and the female lead, Jiao Yuetong, have met.] The system notified him.

"So fast?!" Fu Li was stunned for a moment.

Although he knew this day would come, he was still somewhat unwilling when it actually happened.

Are we really just going to watch the plot unfold and wait for the final outcome of him hanging from a street lamp?

Just as he was feeling melancholic, the system issued another task: [An important plot point requires the host's personal involvement. The Daoqing Secret Realm will open in seven days. Important events will occur there. At that time, the host needs to send the male lead there.]

Having read the plot outline, Fu Li sneered: "I know, there's a spiritual spring inside. The male lead uses it to cleanse his immortal bones, then falls in love with the female lead, accompanies her back to the Guiyan Sect, discovers the truth about his origins, angrily cultivates, and finally comes back to tear me to pieces."

System: [That's correct.]

Go to hell!

Fu Li was so angry she laughed.

He cursed the system inwardly, thinking it was a traitor who colluded with the male protagonist.

But it's impossible for him to accept his fate.

Her beautiful, peach-blossom-like fox eyes narrowed slightly, shimmering like sunlight reflecting off a lake. After pondering for a moment, she recorded a communication talisman, then transformed into a streak of white light and disappeared into the distance, following the talisman.

At the same time, at the Nine Heavens Gate.

Jiao Yuetong stared intently at the black-clad cultivator in front of her with her almond-shaped eyes wide open.

The dungeon was dimly lit, and it wasn't until they came out that they realized that the person who saved them wasn't some senior expert, but a young man who was about the same age as them.

The highest-ranking among them had only just reached the Core Formation stage, yet they still couldn't discern Wu Feng's cultivation level. However, one thing was certain: the sect leader of the Nine Heavens Sect had already reached the Lesser Perfection of Core Formation. If he could kill him so easily, Wu Feng's realm must be at least higher than the Lesser Perfection of Core Formation. It was just unknown whether he had reached the Nascent Soul stage.

I've seen plenty of geniuses, but I've never seen anyone cultivate so rapidly.

Looking at the spectacular scene of devastation around him, Qi Yue clicked his tongue in amazement and said, "May I ask which sect you belong to, and what kind of cultivation technique you practice, that you are so skilled? I would really like to know more about it."

Wu Feng simply replied, "No sect or faction."

Jiao Yuetong asked, "May I ask who this senior brother's master is?"

Ignoring the girl's expectant gaze, Wu Feng coldly replied, "No comment."

He didn't want to reveal his identity to these righteous disciples; he spared their lives to use them to inform the righteous path and the cultivation world. Now, however, he found them too noisy.

Now that his mission was complete, he did not wish to get entangled with these righteous disciples and prepared to return to report to his superior.

Just then, a sound transmission talisman flew in from the sky with a "whoosh".

The voice of Feng Fu Li Qingrun came from within the talisman: "After completing the mission, do not return to the Demon Realm yet. Wait nearby, as I have other important matters to entrust to you."

The talisman had a soundproof barrier, so no one else heard the message.

They treated him merely as a rogue cultivator with unaffiliated sects and exceptional skills. They continued to chatter around him.

"Has your master contacted you? Do you have any other companions?"

"I wonder if your actions at the Nine Heavens Gate were for the purpose of eliminating evil and upholding justice, or for some other reason? We are extremely grateful, and the Guiyan Sect will certainly present you with a gift of thanks."

Wu Feng: "It's just a mission from my sect." His nonchalant tone made it seem as if slaughtering an entire sect by himself was a common occurrence.

Jiao Yuetong looked him up and down and found him to be exceptionally handsome, with outstanding temperament, and a cultivation genius. In addition, she felt a sense of goodwill towards him because he had saved her life.

He then asked, "What's your name? How about we exchange communication talismans? We can train together and look after each other in the future."

Wufeng glanced at her coldly and uttered the word "No need." Then he took a few steps forward, transformed into the wind, and headed down the mountain.

Watching him leave without a trace of regret, one disciple couldn't help but say, "This senior brother seems to be putting on an act. I doubt he killed all the people from the Nine Heavens Sect. How old is he? Does he really have that kind of ability?"

Qi Yue, the senior brother, immediately interrupted, "No matter what, he is the one who saved us."

Jiao Yuetong gazed in the direction Wufeng had left, a hint of disappointment flickering in her beautiful eyes.

The other two disciples, unable to bear the bloody scene around them, urged in trembling voices, "Senior brother, let's leave quickly. This place is eerie, there's not a single living person here, it's too scary."

Qi Yue nodded: "Let's rest in the town at the foot of the mountain for now, inform our sect beforehand, and then make further plans."

Coincidentally, thanks to Feng Fuli's communication talisman, Wufeng did not go far. Instead, he found an inn at the foot of the mountain, treated his injuries, and began to cultivate while waiting for Feng Fuli's instructions.

An hour later, the five members of the Guiyan Sect also arrived at the same inn.

At this moment, they had changed into new Taoist robes and had cleansed themselves with a cleansing spell, making them look like a group of elegant and refined disciples of a celestial sect.

Upon hearing that the demonic sect on the mountain had been completely eradicated, the people in the inn were overjoyed and treated them as honored guests.

When Jiao Yuetong heard the innkeeper say that a black-clad cultivator had just checked into a room here, her heart immediately raced. She couldn't help but think: He left the mountain first, but we met here again. Is this fate?

After finding out the room number, she couldn't wait to go upstairs. But as she turned around, Qi Yue stopped her.

At this moment, Qi Yue no longer had the same cheerful demeanor he had on the mountain. He frowned slightly and whispered to her, "Junior sister, it's best to be careful."

"This person was able to fight against everyone from the Nine Heavens Sect all by himself and escape unscathed. He must be no ordinary person. I have followed my master and uncles for many years and have never heard of such a cultivation prodigy among my peers in the cultivation world. It is really strange that one has suddenly appeared now."

"Moreover, he is about the same age as you and me. We are already among the best in the Guiyan Sect, yet we cannot even discern his cultivation level. I worry that his rapid cultivation might be due to unorthodox methods, or perhaps it is even related to the Demonic Sect."

As the eldest disciple of this generation, Qi Yue had more experience than them, and at this moment he expressed his concerns.

However, Jiao Yuetong didn't listen to her advice and even felt that her senior brother was jealous of others' talents. Disappointed, she retorted:

"Senior Brother, how can you question others like this behind their backs without any evidence? Besides, if he really is a demonic cultivator, why didn't he kill us after knowing our identities, but instead helped us? He fought against the demonic cultivators of the Nine Heavens Sect all by himself. What if he got injured? Shouldn't we be concerned about the life-saving grace?"

Qi Yue was rendered speechless by his junior sister's words.

He sighed and softened his tone to reassure them: "It's not that I want to judge others with my own petty mind, but my master also told me that when you're traveling, you can't be too careful."

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