Demonic Sect Invasion, Frenzied Warning
Random teleportation again, but this time the Qi Condensation disciples from the top ten sects numbered only a hundred, while the four great Demonic Path sects had a full four hundred—four times as many!
Inside the secret realm, at Black Water Pool.
A Thunder Sword Sect disciple had just finished a battle. Beside the pool lay a giant flower-spotted python as thick as a water bucket—the guardian spirit beast of this place.
What a close call, the Thunder Sword Sect disciple thought with lingering fear. I nearly got swallowed by that beast. Master was right—the cultivation world is dangerous indeed...
His eyes lit up as he gazed at the spirit herbs scattered around the pool. “So much Soul Return Grass! I can exchange this for several bottles of Yuan Yang Pills back at the sect. With them, my Foundation Establishment will be much more certain!”
He was just about to stand and harvest the Soul Return Grass when a sudden sense of alarm surged in his heart. Instinctively, he summoned a spirit talisman and slapped it behind him.
Boom!
The spirit talisman exploded in midair, sending a blood-red flying dagger tumbling back.
“Tsk tsk tsk, worthy of a major sect's disciple—you've got some skill...” A chilling laugh echoed as two youths emerged slowly from the jungle. They wore blood-red robes, their faces twisted with malice.
“Demonic Path cultivators!” The Thunder Sword Sect disciple's face drained of color.
Wasn't this the exclusive secret realm of the top ten sects? How could Demonic Path disciples appear here?
But there was no time for questions. He knew he was no match for the two of them. With a flip of his hand, he hurled seven or eight Spirit Explosion Talismans at them, then mounted his magic tool and fled at top speed into the distance.
He had to escape and alert the elders—the Demonic Path had invaded!
“Think you can run?”
The two blood-robed youths sneered. They spread their arms wide, and bloody mist billowed from their bodies, surging into their respective magic tools. The two blood-red flying daggers bypassed the exploding talismans, curving from both sides to stab at his back.
Thud thud!
But just as the daggers were about to pierce the Thunder Sword Sect disciple's body, a brilliant golden light erupted around him, repelling the blades. The golden barrier shattered in the process.
The shock jolted the disciple, but he fled even faster.
At the same time, he felt grateful in his heart. If not for Master's life-saving talisman, I'd be dead right now.
But before joy could settle, a streak of flowing light shot up from below, circling his neck lightly. His head tumbled from his shoulders, hot blood spraying wildly, his face still frozen in a smile of narrow escape.
Only then did the two blood-robed youths fly over. They looked at the bewitching figure standing before the corpse and laughed. “Good thing we prepared a backup plan, or that kid really would've gotten away!”
“Enough chit-chat. Keep hunting. We have to slaughter them all before those righteous old fogeys react!”
The three promptly looted the storage pouch from the corpse, then vanished once more.
Elsewhere, Qin Qiming moved stealthily through the jungle without a sound. Suddenly, his brows furrowed—he caught a whiff of blood.
His heart tightened. He suppressed his aura and crept forward cautiously. Soon, at the base of an ancient tree, he spotted a corpse.
“This is... a Tai Xuan Sect disciple!”
Qin Qiming recognized him from the robes. A closer look made his face twist in shock. “Killed by a cultivator... Was it over spirit herbs? No, there's a trace of blood fiend qi...”
Under Qin Changqing's guidance these past years, he'd grown far more prudent. A thick unease rose in him. He stepped onto his flying sword, ready to flee.
“See? I told you fish would bite... Trying to leave now? Too late!”
Figures burst from the surrounding jungle—four or five of them, clad in garish robes, faces snarling with glee.
Qin Qiming's expression turned grim. “Demonic Path cultivators? How are there Demonic Path cultivators here?!”
Now he understood how that Tai Xuan Sect disciple had died.
“Kid, stand still nice and quiet, and we'll give you a quick death. Otherwise, taste the horror of Hundred Ghosts Devour Soul!”
A Ghost King Sect cultivator brandished a black banner, from which wails of agony endlessly poured.
“Quit yapping—kill him!”
A Sword Demon Sect cultivator's eyes blazed with murder as he unleashed his demonic sword first. The others charged too.
Qin Qiming sensed unprecedented peril, but his mind sharpened to crystal clarity. A flash of insight struck. He pinched a spirit art and roared, “Split Light Sword Technique!”
The violet flying sword gifted by Qin Changqing trembled midair, splitting into six full blades that hurtled toward the enemy.
In this life-or-death moment, his swordsmanship ascended another level.
“ parlor tricks!”
The Demonic Path cultivators sneered, dismissing him. Their demonic tools smashed straight ahead.
In their eyes, only one of the six sword shadows was real. Block the true one, and the rest could swarm Qin Qiming.
They were right—but they'd underestimated his sword dao prowess.
The six sword shadows traced arcane paths, dodging the incoming demonic tools and slicing straight for flesh.
The bone-chilling, tangible sword qi drained the color from their faces. None dared bet if theirs was real or fake—they hastily recalled their tools to defend.
But one demonic tool had barely raised when violet light shattered it, piercing his throat unhindered.
“How is this possible...”
The unlucky Six Desires Demon Sect disciple's eyes bulged. Clutching his throat, he collapsed in reluctance.
“Top-grade magic tool!”
The others paled in shock. They hadn't expected his swordsmanship to be so formidable, nor his tool to vastly outclass their demonic ones.
“Flee!”
Seizing their moment of distraction, Qin Qiming decisively mounted his sword and rocketed away.
He knew his limits. His sword dao had broken through, but he couldn't handle so many. They'd been careless, letting him counter-kill one. Now wary, they'd be far harder to deal with.
And who knew how many more Demonic Path cultivators lurked here? Lingering would only worsen things.
“Chase him!”
The Demonic Path cultivators flew into a rage, pursuing fiercely.
“Second Sis, Third Sis... you must be safe...” Qin Qiming's heart burned with anxiety.
His encounter meant no one else was safe either.
And he was right. Chaos now engulfed the Qingyuan Secret Realm—battles raged everywhere.
The Demonic Path had overwhelming numbers. Whenever they clashed with top ten sect disciples, it was always many against few—a one-sided slaughter. Few escaped.
“Senior Brother, save me...”
“I'm a genius disciple of Bihai Sect—I don't want to die!!!”
“No, don't kill me! Take everything, just don't kill me—!”
“Junior Sister!!!”
Screams filled the realm in an instant, corpses littering the ground.
——
Tai Qing Sect, Qingyun Residence.
Qin Changqing, playing with the children, suddenly felt his eyelid twitch.
System Interface Flashing Red Madly