Midair.
Sima Gui was staring intently at Gu Changqing, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation below, like a predator eyeing its prey.
He had already conceived several poses in his mind.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a round object flying out of the pink mist.
He swept it with his divine sense.
His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
It was actually... Sima Zhao's mangled head!
Scared out of his wits, Sima Gui pulled an arrow-like magic treasure out of his spatial ring and threw it into the sky, where it instantly exploded into a dazzling firework.
He wanted to flee the moment he threw it.
But the moment he turned around, a black greatsword the size of a door was already silently resting in front of him.
“Off you go!”
The young girl's playful voice rang in his ears.
“Bang!”
Sima Gui was hit squarely by the greatsword like a golf ball, launching him like a cannonball.
He crashed straight into the ground, blasting open a massive crater and sending dust flying.
...
With the caster's death, the pink mist gradually dissipated.
The members of Sword Peak, who had been struggling inside the array, finally regained their senses.
Gu Changqing shook his dizzy head and opened his eyes.
The other disciples also recovered one after another, gasping for breath.
When they saw the scene before them clearly, everyone sucked in a cold breath.
In the open space ahead, two figures were passionately entangling with each other.
One was a muscular, bald monk draped in nothing but tattered rags.
The other was a dark-skinned, robust, and sturdy young man.
The two were tightly hugging each other, rolling around on the ground.
They were even muttering extremely explicit lines:
“Female Bodhisattva... quick... use your magic tool to whip me...”
“Sister... your pecs are so big, so firm...”
The Sword Peak crowd was full of question marks, their eyes stinging. For a moment, the scene fell into a dead silence.
As if sensing the bizarre silence around them, the two entangling on the ground paused their movements and opened their eyes at the same time.
Their eyes met.
The monk looked at the dark-skinned brute before him.
The brute looked at the shiny bald head before him.
Yet, their hands were still tightly gripping each other's waists, and one hand was even resting quite naturally on the other's pecs.
The air froze just like that...
...
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Several dull thuds echoed from a distance, instantly jolting the dazed crowd awake.
Jiang Ye, carrying the greatsword, slowly walked out from the dust.
He looked at the two men still tightly hugging each other on the ground.
He blew a loud whistle.
“Yo, you two sure play wild.”
The “crouching dragon and hidden phoenix” duo instantly bounced apart.
Back-to-back, they frantically pulled up their pants and adjusted their clothes, wishing they could dig a hole in the ground to hide on the spot.
Jiang Ye swept his gaze over the crowd, and seeing that everyone was fine, he turned around to harvest his experience pack from the crater.
Gu Changqing snapped back to his senses and quickly shouted:
“Junior Sister Bai, wait! Leave an elder alive for questioning!”
With a swoosh, a pitch-black long nail floated in front of Jiang Ye. It was none other than the low-grade Treasure Tool, the 【Spirit-Binding Nail】.
Jiang Ye grabbed it in his hand and continued walking forward with the greatsword on his shoulder. Without looking back, he casually waved his left hand behind him.
He walked to the edge of the massive crater.
At the bottom of the crater, Sima Gui lay like a dead dog.
His chest was caved in, and his right arm was pulverized. Jiang Ye had truly used his 【Killing Sword Intent】 in that last strike.
Watching the gorgeous young girl approach step by step, Sima Gui's eyes widened.
He kicked his feet wildly, using his only remaining left hand to frantically claw at the dirt as he scrambled backward.
“You... you can't kill me...”
Jiang Ye raised his right hand.
“Pfft!”
The 【Spirit-Binding Nail】 turned into a black beam of light and viciously pierced into Sima Gui's dantian.
“Aaaaaah!”
Sima Gui screamed repeatedly, clutching his abdomen as he rolled around frantically at the bottom of the crater, his true qi completely dispersing.
Jiang Ye didn't even spare him a second glance and turned to walk away.
He looked at Sima Zhao, who was literally headless.
Strands of flesh were actually sprouting from the stump of this old geezer's neck. Obviously, the massive amount of vital blood he had just siphoned was forcefully keeping him alive by a thread.
Jiang Ye muttered:
“You're really hard to kill, aren't you?”
With that, he raised the greatsword.
He smashed it down onto the old geezer, once, and then again.
It was like hand-beating beef balls on a chopping board.
After laboriously pounding it over a dozen times, Master Jiang finally finished his work and stabbed the greatsword into the ground.
Boom—
An unprecedented warm current surged through his entire body, and Jiang Ye closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation comfortably.
The game panel data finally changed:
【Character Cultivation: Mid-stage Foundation Establishment — Late-stage Foundation Establishment】
...
Outside the crater.
The Sword Peak crowd, who had barely recovered some of their strength, glanced at the puddle of pure “pixelated mush” on the ground, and then at “Bai Zhirou,” who was closing her eyes and enjoying the aftertaste of the slaughter.
Everyone shut their mouths tightly.
With unspoken coordination, they pulled out magic ropes and tied up the remaining half-dead Yin-Yang Sect disciples like rice dumplings.
A moment later, Jiang Ye slowly opened his eyes.
He saw everyone standing in a line, with three tightly bound demonic sect lackeys kneeling in front of them.
However, Jiang Ye's brows furrowed.
Because the game panel before his eyes showed:
【Adventure Quest: Demon of Luopo Village】
【Current Progress: 5%】
The progress bar hadn't budged at all.
Clearly, this group of demonic cultivators had absolutely nothing to do with the hidden quest. They were pure wild mobs.
Jiang Ye dragged his greatsword, walked over to Sima Gui, and spoke in an impatient tone:
“Are you going to talk or what?”
Sima Gui, who was originally trembling all over in fear, was suddenly stunned.
What do you want me to say?
Jiang Ye's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. He hated these interrogation-driven plot-progression segments the most.
He raised his greatsword and slapped it forward.
“Aaaaaah!”
Sima Gui shrieked repeatedly in terror.
The greatsword stopped three inches above his head.
Jiang Ye grew even more annoyed.
He realized that if he slapped down with this strike, this guy would go straight to the afterlife, and the clues would be cut off again.
His gaze shifted.
Jiang Ye saw the top-grade Treasure Tool, the 【Blood Cherry Spear】, lying on the ground.
With a thought, the long spear flew into the air and, with a sharp pfft, viciously jabbed toward Sima Gui's backside.
“Ohhhhh!”
Sima Gui, who had just broken into a cold sweat, instantly went rigid, his toes desperately pointing downward to lift himself.
Jiang Ye asked with a cold face:
“Still not talking, huh?”
As he spoke, he lightly hooked his finger, and the spear sank half an inch deeper.
“Aaaaaah!”
The bloodcurdling scream pierced the sky. Sima Gui's tears sprayed wildly. “I'll talk! I'll talk!”
The male disciples of Sword Peak felt their scalps go numb.
Who said men couldn't empathize? They all instinctively covered their behinds in unison.
Sima Gui spoke, trembling violently:
“I am the Fourth Elder of the Yin-Yang Sect, Sima Gui...”
Jiang Ye hooked his finger again, and the spear sank in a bit more.
“Not that.”
“Awoooo!”
Even Sima Gui howled in sheer agony from the backdoor pain.
He cursed frantically in his heart: What the fuck do you want to ask? Just say it! If you don't ask, how the hell am I supposed to know what you want to hear?!
His brain spun at maximum speed, and he screamed repeatedly:
“It's Sima Gang! It was Sima Gang who snitched to the Grand Elder!”
“Who the fuck is this lackey?”
Jiang Ye's expression grew increasingly impatient.
Half the spear shaft directly sank into Sima Gui's body.
As anyone who has experienced this knows, while this sort of thing won't kill you immediately, it hurts like absolute hell.
Watching this scene, the Sword Peak crowd collectively felt a chill down their backsides, and they all took half a step back in unison.
“Aaaaaah!”
Sima Gui let out a non-human shriek: “He's Sima Kong's father!”
Jiang Ye was speechless.
“What the fuck? The plot has progressed this far, and we're still running a cliché old-school revenge trope?”
Seeing that the devil before him had absolutely no intention of holding back, Sima Gui gave up on stalling. His face instantly twisted into a ferocious grimace.
“Don't get cocky!”
“I've already sent a signal to our people lurking nearby!”
“A single cloud-piercing arrow brings thousands of troops to our side!”
Seeing everyone remain silent, Sima Gui thought he had intimidated them, so he continued to threaten:
“Even if you manage to escape, the mortals of these two villages will all be buried with us!”
The expressions of the Sword Peak crowd couldn't help but turn solemn.
Massacring a village was indeed a despicable deed that demonic sects were entirely capable of.
Sima Gui acted as if victory was already in his grasp, gloating:
“If you know what's good for you, release us now! Otherwise, once the Grand Elder arrives, you all...”
The threat was plain for all to see.
Jiang Ye raised an eyebrow. “Yin-Yang Sect members nearby?”
Sima Gui grinned wildly. “You didn't expect that, did you?! We still had this trump card!”
Jiang Ye gestured with his hand. “Is the leader a little midget about this tall?”
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