Chương 1256: Chapter47: The Yin-Yang Joy Sect

"An invisibility artifact!" Ji Moshu's pupils constricted into needlepoints as a primal, visceral terror seized his heart.

"I am Ji Moshu of the Yin-Yang Joy Sect. If Fellow Daoist has taken a fancy to this female cultivator, my junior brother and I shall withdraw immediately. I am even willing to swear a Heart-Demon Oath to never breathe a word of this day's events to a living soul!" Ji Moshu was truly shaken. Despite his affiliation with the debauched Yin-Yang Joy Sect, he had survived the sect's treacherous internal politics through a specialized, rogue cultivation manual that granted him an uncanny intuition for lethal danger.

It was this sixth sense that allowed him to navigate the shadows of his sect and attain his current standing. Now, facing the black-robed figure, the hair on his neck stood on end. A bone-chilling frost radiated from his marrow, a sensation he had only ever felt when standing before a Golden Core eccentric.

"This man is a Golden Core cultivator! Dammit, how did he deceive the Mu Family and infiltrate the Trial Realm with such power?" Ji Moshu's mind raced with frantic calculations.

"Even with the Trial Stone in my hand, the moment I attempt to trigger the teleportation array, there is a fifty-percent chance he will obliterate me instantly. My only hope is to appease his killing intent." Beads of cold sweat rolled down Ji Moshu's forehead. Beside him, his "exquisite" Third Junior Brother was trembling like a leaf, his eyes shimmering with a watery, pathetic vulnerability—a perfect picture of a damsel in distress.

The black-robed cultivator remained silent, seemingly weighing the offer in a heavy, contemplative pause. Seeing a glimmer of hope, Ji Moshu pressed on with a fawning smile.

"Senior may not be aware, but I have inspected this woman with our sect's secret arts. She is not merely a beauty; she possesses the rare 'Toad's Mouth' physique. Engaging with her is akin to entering a second heaven—a sensation of softness and constriction that is truly indescribable. Furthermore, as a cultivator, her flexibility and endurance far exceed commoners. Combined with our sect's specialized techniques, she is a peerless treasure of the bedchamber.

If Senior spares us, I will use our secret arts to wipe her memories and ensure she becomes your devoted, submissive concubine, ready to be taken at your whim. What do you say?"

"Oh? Are you certain?" A raspy, parched voice emerged from beneath the black hood. The heat of desire in that voice was palpable and heavy.

"If you dare deceive me, I will claim your life this instant!"

"Rest assured, Venerable One! I wouldn't dare dream of deceiving you," Ji Moshu replied, his heart leaping with joy. He slapped his storage bag and produced a white jade slip, offering it with both hands.

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"Very well." The black-robed figure nodded curtly and reached out to take the slip. Ji Moshu exhaled, believing the crisis had passed. But as his fingers brushed the slip, a sharp, stinging pain erupted in his hand. The color drained from his face as a paralyzing toxin surged through his meridians. His body stiffened, and he collapsed into the dirt, his eyes wide with uncomprehending shock.

"Ah!" The "beautiful" Third Junior Brother let out a shrill cry. His body ignited with escape light as he bolted into the distance, simultaneously crushing his Trial Stone to trigger an emergency exit.

"Hmph!" A cold snort echoed from the hood. The Third Junior Brother, already half-submerged in the shimmering light of a teleportation array, suddenly shrieked. Blood erupted from his eyes, nose, and mouth. His body went limp, falling like a broken puppet.

"Senior, please don't kill me! I will serve you forever!" the effeminate cultivator wailed. The black-robed figure didn't hesitate. With a wave of his hand, an earthen-yellow seal expanded into a massive, thirty-zhang mountain of stone. It crashed down with the weight of the heavens, grinding the man into a bloody pulp. Reyn stepped toward Ji Moshu's stiffening, cyan-tinted corpse. With a flick of his finger, a streak of green light—a tiny, needle-thin serpent—returned to his palm.

This was the Guardian Snake from the Sealed Land, now a tamed spirit beast under the guidance of Yu Meiren. Its first strike had been flawless, executing a powerful cultivator in a single breath. Reyn nodded in satisfaction, stowing the snake into his Spirit-Beast Bag. With practiced efficiency, he looted the storage bags and artifacts, then summoned the Shura Secret Bone to devour their essence. A few flickers of fire later, every trace of their existence was turned to ash.

He turned to the collapsed Ling You'er, who was still lost in a daze of moans. Shaking his head, he scooped her up and vanished into the dense forest in a flash of green light. Elsewhere, in a jagged canyon, a streak of light cut through the air. Suddenly, the cliff walls erupted with shadows—fleshy-winged bats with blood-red eyes and jagged fangs. They swarmed the intruder with discordant screeches.

"Be gone!" Xing Tianxie roared. Moon-shaped black wind blades exploded from his aura, cleaving dozens of the beasts in half. Even those that breached his perimeter were pulverized against his protective barrier. He carved a path of gore through the valley. At the canyon's heart, he skidded to a halt, his eyes widening with greed. A hundred paces ahead, a green spirit sword radiated a soft, ethereal glow. Guarding it was a golden-furred giant ape, ten feet tall and wielding a blood-stained stone club.

Sensing the intruder, the beast's crimson eyes snapped open, and it let out a thunderous, earth-shaking roar. Meanwhile, atop a small hill, Li Zhupu of the Purple Mist Sect landed. Her thin lips and the mole on her chin gave her a cold, ruthless air. She checked a purple jade talisman, seeing two white dots overlapping.

"Senior Brother is here." With a series of rapid hand seals, she struck the air. The space rippled like a disturbed pond, revealing Yang Dawei and Zi Luanxing, who watched her with knowing smiles.