Having barely escaped danger, Gong Ye's face twisted with rage. He still couldn't figure out what trick Song Wanníng had used to make him feel suicidal. If he couldn't find the cause, the next time he faced her, wouldn't he just be asking to get beaten?
Even though Song Wanníng couldn't kill him yet, that bitch was improving insanely fast. Who knew what her cultivation would be next time?
If he wasn't careful, he really might die by her hands.
"Damn it, why did I have to run into this bitch? She's my fucking nemesis, shit!!!!"
Gong Ye was both angry and in pain, wishing he could tear Song Wanníng to pieces. He glanced at the monsters in his pouch, a ruthless gleam flashing in his eyes. Song Wanníng had only one road ahead—death. No one could stop him.
No one!!
…
"Chirp—chirp—"
The monsters were still trying to resist the Sheyin Flower's influence. Because they weren't Snake Clan, many of them managed to break free, fleeing far away.
But their hope was crushed when Song Wanníng blocked their escape.
She swung her sword continuously, like a death god, ending one life after another. Under the double blow of the flower and her sword, Song Wanníng's clone wiped out all the monsters.
Looking at the ground littered with corpses, a deadly glint flashed in her alluring eyes. The stage was set, and now it was just a matter of waiting for the person behind the scenes to take the bait. As for Gong Ye, that's a problem he'd have to bear!!!
After quickly cleaning the area, her clone returned to Song Wanníng herself.
She needed to hand over the Sheyin Flower to her main body, so she'd have a better chance against the mastermind behind all this.
Meanwhile, Luo Hantian's expression darkened when he received the communication talisman. But after hearing Song Wanníng's message, the corner of his mouth twitched, nearly making him laugh out loud.
"This girl… she's got a really dark mind."
Messing with her never ended well.
Gong Ye was a textbook example.
Shaking his head, Luo Hantian followed Song Wanníng's instructions and sent the message to all the major powers. He also transmitted the footage, making sure everyone could see Gong Ye directing the monsters.
The moment the news spread, the Cultivation Realm trembled.
Everyone was already tracking monsters, and now they found out the creatures were being artificially raised. The man wanted to dominate the entire spirit world, and all the factions erupted in outrage.
Even cultivators who had been sitting back, thinking themselves lucky, dared not wait any longer. After all, if his ambition succeeded, what would they do?
Soon, the entire Cultivation Realm launched a hunt for Gong Ye, including Mahayana-level cultivators from major sects who realized the situation's severity and began tracking him.
The Central Region was furious. By current power divisions, they were still the strongest.
Yet here popped up a beast cultivator shamelessly claiming he could rule the spirit world while raising countless monsters.
He had no respect for them at all.
Did he really think being a Mahayana cultivator meant he could act recklessly?
How naive!
Several Central Region families banded together to track Gong Ye, hoping to personally eliminate him and make an example of him, asserting their authority over the spirit world.
Soon, all the major powers were scrambling, setting their sights on Gong Ye.
Luo Hantian theatrically issued a bounty, sending the disciples of Guhan Sect to hunt Gong Ye.
In reality, he was secretly coordinating with Song Wanníng.
Spreading the news served a dual purpose: it distracted others and prevented the mastermind from getting suspicious.
Time flew, and five days passed in a blink.
Leng Qingzhu was talking with Liu Lanyi and others when she suddenly received a communication talisman.
She opened it right in front of everyone, and Song Wanníng's voice rang out.
"Master, Liu Xingzhi and I have located several monster nests. Next, we'll destroy them one by one. As soon as we find more, we'll report back to the sect. With the full sect's force, we'll wipe those monsters out completely!
Don't worry about us, Master. If we encounter danger, we can escape ourselves!"
Song Wanníng babbled on in the talisman like a little girl, reporting her progress to her master.
Leng Qingzhu's brows knit with worry. "Just the two of you? Be careful!
We'll wait for your message. Once you find more nests, we'll come support you immediately!!"
After giving her instructions, she ended the communication.
"Junior Sister, is our Martial Nephew still in the Beast Realm?" Second Senior Brother Qin Ming came closer, concern in his eyes.
Feng Xue frowned too. "I already suggested to the Patriarch we go together, but he refused and told us to wait… I think he just doesn't take us seriously!"
She snorted angrily.
Liu Xingzhi had rushed off first but wasn't allowed help—probably because their strength wasn't enough compared to his.
"Exactly. Junior Sister, tell us where the Martial Nephew is. We can sneak over and help, how about that?" Qin Ming winked mischievously, suggesting it.
Liu Lanyi glanced at him, eyes flashing with something unreadable. Was Qin Ming genuinely worried about Song Wanníng or just anxious about the monsters being eliminated?
"Senior Brother, I only know Wanníng is in the Beast Realm. The monsters move constantly, and she moves with them. There's no way to pinpoint her exact location."
Leng Qingzhu's face was calm, showing no emotion. But careful observers could see her mood was terrible.
Fourth Senior Brother Cang Yang glanced at her silently and said, "Junior Sister, don't worry. The Martial Nephew's abilities far exceed ours. Nothing will happen to her!"
"Exactly…"
After a while of reassurance, Leng Qingzhu finally gave in and silently retreated to her room.
Liu Lanyi sighed. Despite her cold exterior, her senior sister was deeply emotional and thoughtful. Her current mood had to be awful. There was nothing she could do, so she turned to her room as well, careful not to reveal anything.
In the courtyard, the three gradually dispersed, each busy with their own tasks.
…
The moon hung high, stars twinkling to form a beautiful painting across the sky.
In the night, a figure disappeared swiftly from the entrance of Guhan Sect, vanishing without a trace as if never there.
From the darkness, several figures emerged—Leng Qingzhu and the others.
"Senior Brother Qin Ming…"
Leng Qingzhu's eyes were cold, full of murderous intent.
Qin Ming had always seemed carefree, unpredictable, and unreliable.
She never expected it… it would be him.
Luo Hantian let out a sigh, his deep gaze piercing through the void.