Sima Gui was taken aback. “It seems you ran into them, then...”
“Indeed, we ran into them on the way,” Jiang Ye said calmly. “So I killed them while I was at it.”
Sima Gui's eyes gradually widened.
With this woman's terrifying combat power—swatting away a Golden Core cultivator with a single sword strike—killing those few Foundation Establishment disciples would indeed be as easy as wringing a chick's neck.
With a thud, Sima Gui knelt directly on the ground without hesitation, kowtowing frantically. The long spear wobbled back and forth behind him, making for an extremely comical scene. Enduring the excruciating pain, he begged, “Big Sister! I was wrong! Spare my life! I'll tell you whatever you want to know!”
A smile curled on the corner of Jiang Ye's mouth.
“Now it's my turn to laugh.”
Swoosh.
The long spear sank a few inches deeper.
The pain was so intense that Sima Gui collapsed flat on the ground, his rear sticking high up in the air in an attempt to alleviate the piercing agony.
“Hiss!”
The members of Sword Peak felt their backsides go cold once again.
Gu Changqing couldn't bother with the phantom pain in his own backside anymore. If he let Junior Sister Bai keep doing this, this guy would kick the bucket before he could even say two words.
He hurriedly stepped forward. “Junior Sister Bai, let me handle the interrogation instead.”
Jiang Ye let out a bored yawn and nodded.
It just so happened that he also hated sitting through these interrogation-driven plot segments.
He stabbed the greatsword hard into the ground, leaning casually against the hilt to watch the show.
Gu Changqing frowned deeply, staring at Sima Gui. “Speak. Why is your Yin-Yang Sect raising demon beasts to attack the villages?”
Sima Gui, who was still howling in pain, froze.
His eyes bulged like brass bells. “We didn't! Why would we raise those beasts?!”
From the side came the young girl's playful voice: “My, let's see which is tougher: your mouth, or your backdoor.”
The moment she finished speaking, the long spear sank another three inches.
Sima Gui's face was covered in tears and snot from the pain, and he shrieked frantically: “We really didn't! We don't raise demon beasts! Usually, we just refine human puppets, nurture yin spirits, and capture people for dual cultivation siphoning!”
The members of Sword Peak exchanged glances, their faces filled with confusion.
Could it really not be them?
Jiang Ye didn't feel like wasting breath, so he walked straight up to a bound Yin-Yang Sect disciple. “Whoever tells the truth lives.”
The disciple's eyes were filled with terror as he stammered, “M-My lord, we really didn't raise any demon beasts...”
Before he could even finish his sentence—
Bang!
The greatsword slammed down, leaving nothing but a "pancake" on the ground. Jiang Ye had sent him straight to the 2D world to enjoy his life.
He walked up to the next Yin-Yang Sect disciple.
That disciple shook his head frantically. “We're innocent! We didn't—”
Bang!
Another traveler bound for the 2D world.
Finally, Jiang Ye returned to Sima Gui and sneered: “I'll ask you one last time. Speak, or don't?”
Sima Gui's extreme terror morphed into hysterical rage. “You bitch! What the fuck do you want me to say?!”
Swoosh!
Jiang Ye flicked his wrist.
The crimson long spear burst straight out of Sima Gui's wide-open mouth!
He collapsed to the ground, skewered completely from his backdoor all the way up to his throat.
His body was incredibly hollowed out.
Yet as a Golden Core cultivator, despite suffering such a severe wound, he actually hadn't breathed his last.
The smile on the corner of Jiang Ye's mouth widened.
For above Sima Gui's head, a red crosshairs symbol representing an Execution began to flash.
With a flick of his greatsword, Jiang Ye launched Sima Gui high into the air.
At the same time, the greatsword flew out of his hands.
In midair, Sima Gui watched helplessly as the door-sized greatsword fell alongside him.
Jiang Ye spun around, his hand perfectly catching the falling hilt with a reverse grip.
Driving power from his waist, he delivered a perfect, fully charged heavy strike!
Bang!
Sima Gui's head exploded in midair like a watermelon, spraying a downpour of blood and brain matter all over the ground.
Jiang Ye excitedly watched the Execution animation play out before him, laughing in his mind: “Xiao Bai, see? Greatswords are just the classiest. This finisher animation is so awesome.”
Bai Zhirou stared at the red and white mess splattered all over the ground. “...”
I shouldn't have looked.
...
Gu Changqing frowned deeply. “Those demonic sect members didn't look like they were being stubborn. They don't have that kind of backbone.”
Qi Linger mused, “Could it be that the demonic sect did something to the village, leading the villagers to believe they were being attacked by demon beasts?”
Gu Changqing nodded. “That explanation does make sense.”
“No, there's definitely a demon beast behind Daniu Village.”
Leaning against his greatsword, Jiang Ye spoke in a calm but certain tone.
Everyone looked at him in unison. “Why?”
Jiang Ye could only reply flatly, “Intuition.”
The crowd couldn't help but furrow their brows in thought.
An expert's intuition was indeed something that could not be ignored.
Jiang Ye curled his lips.
No shit.
I can't exactly tell you guys that my game panel's quest progress didn't budge, can I?
...
The Sword Peak disciples who had gone to clear the battlefield quickly ran back, holding a pile of magic tools and several spatial rings.
They respectfully presented them to Jiang Ye.
Jiang Ye swept his divine sense over them and casually waved his hand. “You guys can split these among yourselves.”
When he was looting the corpses earlier, he had already quietly pocketed the spatial rings of the two Golden Core elders.
As for the items dropped by these Foundation Establishment mobs, leaving them to the disciples was perfect.
The disciples' eyes instantly lit up, and they all shouted in gratitude: “We would go through fire and water for you, Senior Sister Bai!”
At this moment, Qi Linger spoke from the side, a smile playing at the corners of her eyes: “Junior Sister Bai, aren't you going to put away your top-grade Treasure Tool spear?”
Jiang Ye turned his head to glance at the "gut-piercing spear" stabbed into the ground nearby.
He frowned in disgust. When he was "playing around" earlier, he had just grabbed the nearest weapon and stabbed with it, completely forgetting that it was a top-grade Treasure Tool.
He had really let Sima Gui off too easy. If he had known, he would have just found a random wooden stick on the side of the road to do the job.
Although the material of a top-grade Treasure Tool would never get stained, this thing... was just pure disgusting.
Seeing "Bai Zhirou's" expression, which looked as if she had swallowed a fly, Qi Linger burst into a fit of giggles.
Jiang Ye rubbed his chin and spoke to the crowd: “Which of you wants to help me sell this spear on the black market...”
The surrounding disciples exchanged glances, none of them moving an inch.
Clearly, everyone was a bit repulsed by this "gut-piercing spear" and was reluctant to touch it.
Jiang Ye leisurely added: “I'll give whoever does it a ten percent cut of the spirit stones we get.”
Boom!
The moment those words left his mouth, several Sword Peak disciples pounced forward like starving dogs!
A top-grade Treasure Tool! Selling it at the Wanbao Pavilion or the black market would fetch at least three hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones!
A ten percent cut was absolutely a massive fortune for them.
In the end, the thick-browed and big-eyed Chu Qianfeng relied on his physical advantage to hug the long spear tightly in his arms, staring warily at his fellow disciples for fear of it being snatched away.
Integrity? Don't make your Brother Chu laugh. It was completely worthless in the face of spirit stones.
“Amitabha. Benefactors, if there is nothing else, this poor monk shall take his leave first.”
The disheveled monk Du'e pressed his palms together and approached with a beaming smile.
His eyes were glued to the pile of loot the disciples were divvying up, his face practically screaming, "Hurry up and praise me, hurry up and give me a share."
Gu Changqing snapped back to his senses and politely cupped his hands. “We owe our thanks to you, Master, for blocking that fatal blow with your Golden Bell Shield earlier.”
Monk Du'e smiled and nodded, but his feet seemed to have taken root; he showed absolutely no intention of moving.
Gu Changqing asked tentatively, “I wonder if there is anything that catches your eye, Master?”
Monk Du'e waved his hands repeatedly, his face filled with compassion for the world. “I naturally have no need for them. Wealth is but a worldly possession; how could this poor monk covet such vulgar things...”
“However, these worldly objects can indeed be used to deliver some suffering souls from their misery.”
Jiang Ye couldn't help but complain: “Deliver those scantily-clad young ladies, you mean?”
Du'e was taken aback. Clearly, he didn't catch Jiang Ye's sarcasm and instead nodded solemnly, pressing his palms together. “Sadhu, sadhu. You indeed possess great wisdom, benefactor! This poor monk sees them barely clothed and truly cannot bear to watch!”
Everyone: “...”
You'd better be talking about a proper deliverance.
Dusk gradually fell.
After thinking it over, Gu Changqing arranged, “Since Junior Sister Bai's intuition says there are still hidden dangers here, we will take turns keeping watch tonight. First thing tomorrow morning, we will expand our search to a ten-li radius outside the village.”
“We'll go to the village chief's house in a bit to see what the situation is.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Silence returned to the courtyard.
But no one noticed that the vast pools of blood spilled on the ground by the Yin-Yang Sect demonic cultivators were silently seeping deep into the earth at an extremely unusual speed.
It was as if a dried-up, parched mouth that had been hidden underground for thousands of years was greedily devouring every drop of blood...
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