darknovel Chapter 272 I Want to Give Every Girl a Warm Home
Chapter 272 I Want to Give Every Girl a Warm Home
The sounds of battle on the plains ceased completely with the fall of the last righteous swordsman.
The scorched earth all around emitted a nauseating, bloody stench.
The dust gradually dispersed under the violent aftershocks of the Four Saints' Killing Formation.
The ground was littered with the mangled bodies of righteous cultivators and demon puppets.
Su Qingying flicked her wrist, and drops of blood rolled down the emerald green sword.
The longsword emitted a clear, ringing sound as it swiftly returned to its ancient scabbard.
Qin Wanzhuang also dispelled the domineering, blazing sun sword energy that had been attached to the sword's edge.
The intense heat left a distorted ripple in the air.
The two junior disciples were completely oblivious to the filthy mess on the ground.
Their eyes gleamed like those of hungry wolves as they darted back and forth in the thick pool of blood.
"Senior brother, come lend a hand!"
"That old bald monk's cassock is at least a mid-grade defensive magical artifact."
"Stop talking nonsense and take it away."
"Just give it a quick wash when you get back, and you can sell it to those unlucky guys at the Refining Peak for a high price."
"Don't throw away the thigh bones of the demons over there either."
"It's an excellent ingredient for stewing soup or making medicine."
"There are so many treasures here that it's dazzling."
"If it weren't for the good luck of being with my senior brothers and sisters..."
"We've both become part of this wreckage by now."
"Don't forget that storage bag with the gold-edged spirit pattern over here."
"My God, this time we've really struck it rich!"
"Wait until we get out of this hellhole and return to our sect."
"I'd be willing to go to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion and book ten of the most beautiful courtesans for a few days of fun."
They swiftly swept away the legacy left behind by the righteous elites and the demon race.
The efficiency with which these two managed to collect their spoils and destroy evidence was astonishing.
On one side was the scene of a brutal cleanup that the most outstanding talents had just completed.
On the other side, the lower-level disciples were happily engaged in the great undertaking of looting corpses for a few spirit stones.
This creates a vivid and realistic picture of the cultivation world, full of contrasts.
In the vast meat grinder, all the non-friendly creatures lay quietly.
The broken fragments of the magical artifact, scattered in the muddy blood, had lost their former luster.
Only Mo Chengyue's group of ten remained standing on the blood-stained wasteland.
A cold wind blew by, swirling up a few charred leaves.
Mo Chengyue slowly dissipated the heavy, dark gold Xuanwu array patterns beneath his feet.
The Tai Chi Golden Elixir was circulating wildly within the dantian, digesting the enormous energy it had just absorbed.
He exhaled a long breath of turbid air that had accumulated in his chest from absorbing mixed spiritual energy.
A few fine beads of sweat on his forehead showed that the battle he had just fought was not easy.
During this brief respite...
Yu Jianhuan swayed her slender waist and took two steps forward.
Su Qingying walked to the right with the Jade Spirit Sword in her arms, her gaze never leaving that figure.
Jin Qiaoqiao and Lin Miaoyin followed suit in perfect unison, their movements light and natural.
The four women moved toward him in a surprisingly unison.
They lined up behind Mo Chengyue quite naturally.
This positioning subtly forms a protective and dependent formation with him at the absolute center.
There was no prior communication, yet there was a sense of familiarity that had developed from a long period of getting to know each other.
Xie Buci leaned casually in mid-air and closed the gilded folding fan.
His captivating, almond-shaped eyes swept casually across the hellish battlefield.
Several unburnt talismans spun in the wind and eventually turned to ashes.
Xie Buci's gaze finally settled firmly on the four women behind Mo Chengyue.
When he saw the faces of the four people and the aura they exuded.
Even the well-traveled and knowledgeable senior disciple of Qingquan Peak couldn't help but show a hint of astonishment in his eyes.
His gaze lingered on Yu Jianhuan for a moment longer.
That rose-purple long dress swayed gracefully in the wind, outlining breathtaking curves.
The beauty mark at the corner of her eye, paired with her full red lips, exudes a deadly allure that could drain a man's very marrow.
This alluring fellow disciple was casually playing with her newly dyed nail polish.
Su Qingying, standing to the side, presented a completely different image.
Dressed in white, she resembled a handful of cool, snow-covered snow atop a high mountain.
The genius of Biyun Peak, who deeply abhorred such rogue behavior, was now obediently standing beside the third brother.
His body was still surrounded by a sharp sword intent that had not yet dissipated.
Lin Miaoyin goes without saying.
She is the white moonlight in the hearts of countless male disciples of the Hehuan Sect.
The barefoot enchantress, who was usually unapproachable, now looked at Mo Chengyue with a hint of tenderness in her eyes.
The saintess, whose cultivation had greatly increased, had completely lost some of her aloof and cold demeanor.
As for the last mature woman with a seven-colored ahoge (cowlick) on her head...
Xie Buci could clearly sense the domineering bloodline power of the demon race dormant within her.
This is a genuine, fully-fledged demon in the Transformation Stage.
Four top female cultivators from completely different factions and with distinct personalities.
They all surprisingly followed their junior brother, who was usually the most timid and cowardly.
The scene was so surreal that it gave him the illusion that he was in a dream world.
Xie Buci's thoughts drifted back to the past.
He recalled how he had tried to cultivate that deadly ancient method of elixir cultivation.
Over the years, I've played along with countless women, enduring endless scorn and disdain.
Every time she had to navigate among those female cultivators from various sects, she had to expend countless schemes.
The hardships of enduring hardship and biding one's time are beyond what outsiders can understand.
He then looked at the four incredibly beautiful and ridiculously powerful women in front of him.
They were able to stay behind Mo Chengyue so harmoniously and without any conflict.
There was no jealousy or bickering, nor was there any tense atmosphere of drawing swords at any moment.
Even their positioning conveys a strange sense of balance and compromise.
Xie Buci slowly turned his head.
His gaze was fixed on Mo Chengyue's face, which was still in a daze.
A strange look gradually appeared on his usually carefree and dashing face.
A meaningful and extremely sinister smile silently spread across his lips.
That smile contained three parts mockery, three parts admiration, and four parts anticipation of a good show.
Xie Buci completely ignored the strong, pungent smell of blood around him.
He made a very exaggerated gesture in front of everyone.
He raised his left hand and clenched his fist tightly.
He gave Mo Chengyue a big thumbs up.
He started a massive internal rant.
"Good lad."
"I'm usually afraid of getting killed if I provoke two at the same time."
"You, the third brother, usually act harmless in the sect and hide from everyone."
"They keep talking about the Dark Forest Law and the Supreme Way of Survival."
"This is a remnant of an ancient war between immortals and demons."
"You've actually started playing a collection-based strategy and a seamless transition strategy."
"With this lineup and setup, they even managed to capture all the demonesses and stunning beauties."
"Such unparalleled skill and such reckless courage."
"I, Xie Buci, am completely defeated today."
Mo Chengyue possesses keen observation skills, like those of a hawk.
He immediately noticed Xie Buci's undisguised exaggerated gesture.
That wicked smile that belonged only to Lao Liu was like a thorn piercing his nerves.
His face, which was originally churning with blood and qi from absorbing too much spiritual energy.
At this moment, it was so black it looked like an iron pot that hadn't been washed for years.
His eye twitched uncontrollably.
A desperate cry rang out in my heart.
"I didn't, I'm not."
"Don't throw such a dangerous label at me."
"I never thought of running away like you, Xie Laoliu, just pulling up your pants and running away."
"I just want to give every beautiful girl who is away from home a warm home."
"What kind of ridiculous script is this sixth senior brother filling in now?"
"If he dares to spread this around the sect."
"I burned all his savings along with those erotic pictures."
Mo Chengyue was about to give Xie Buci a fierce look to warn him to shut up immediately.
He then sensed an extremely dangerous and potentially fatal gaze coming from his side.
The chill crept up his spine, making the hairs on his body stand on end.