252: floor washing

Just as Zhou Xiutong and the others entered the stone monument, far above Yuefu, a precious carriage suddenly stopped.

"It's gone..." The Young Master of Yin-Yang rose and looked in the direction of Yuefu.

"Young Lord, what's wrong?" asked the Black-Robed Cultivator on the left.

"Nothing."

The Young Master of Yin-Yang shook his head.

After entering Guanghan Prefecture, as he drew closer to Yuefu, a subtle sense of attraction emerged in the Young Master of Yin-Yang's heart.

This was something he had never encountered before.

So, he had changed direction and headed towards the source of this attraction.

But now, that sense of attraction had vanished.

The Young Master of Yin-Yang's expression was uncertain.

Previously, only female Cultivators who appeared within his perception would be sensed by him, thus transmitting an attraction.

This time, however, the distance was so great.

If it truly was related to his Cultivation Technique, then this might be an opportunity he would never encounter again in his life.

"Uncle Zuo, what lies further ahead?" The Young Master of Yin-Yang pointed to the spot where the attraction disappeared and asked.

"Further ahead is Yuefu, a Nascent Soul (Yuan Ying) forces/power level in Guanghan Prefecture," Uncle Zuo replied, pulling out a map.

"Yuefu..." The Young Master of Yin-Yang's expression was somewhat grim.

The female Cultivators he had captured along the way had all been from outside the Nascent Soul (Yuan Ying) forces/power level.

After all, those who could attract him were mostly exceptionally talented female Cultivators. If they were Disciples of these major Sects, they would certainly be highly valued within their Sects.

Targeting such Disciples would be difficult to succeed, and he also feared provoking a Nascent Soul True Lord.

Although his parents were the Twin Revered Ones of Yin Yang Harmony Hall, if the matter were exposed, he would likely not be in mortal danger.

However, there was still a significant risk.

Who knew the temperaments of these Nascent Soul True Lords?

If one became enraged and casually killed him, even if his parents avenged him, what good would that do?

"Young Lord, are you thinking of going to take a look?" Uncle Zuo asked, observing the Young Master of Yin-Yang's state.

The Young Master of Yin-Yang struggled for a moment, then his face hardened.

"Go."

He would go and assess the situation first.

"But these people cannot be kept alive."

The Young Master of Yin-Yang turned around, looking at the withered female Cultivators in the precious carriage who had lost their vitality.

Pink magical power permeated his body.

"No, don't!"

"..."

Screams erupted continuously within the precious carriage.

A moment later, disfigured mummified corpses flew out of the precious carriage, then turned to ash in the air.

At this point, only the Young Master of Yin-Yang remained in the precious carriage.

The Young Master of Yin-Yang's Aura changed, and the sinister feeling diminished.

He drove the precious carriage, continuing towards Yuefu.

Yuefu, open-air great hall.

Inside the stone monument, rays of light flashed, landing on the black and red ground.

"Hmm?"

"What kind of Aura is this?"

Figures of young Disciples appeared in the light, clutching Talismans and Magical Artifacts, their faces filled with vigilance.

This was a gray, misty space, with hard, black and red soil covering the ground.

"Ptooey!"

Jiang Hao spat out the black and red dirt from his mouth, looking utterly disgusted.

Zhou Xiutong glanced at him, somewhat speechless.

"Eating everything will only harm you..." Zhou Xiutong thought to herself, but she didn't meddle.

"Conserve your magical power; the Spiritual Qi here is unusual," Zhou Xiutong turned around and instructed the Xuanqing Sect Disciples behind her.

"Yes, Senior Sister," the Xuanqing Sect Disciples responded respectfully.

"Fellow Daoists, how about we each clear one direction?" the leading Yuefu Disciple, with a xun hanging from his waist, said to everyone.

"Good."

"Agreed."

"..."

Zhou Xiutong also had no objections.

"We shall go ahead."

The Spirit Void Sect Disciples chose a direction, cupped their hands to everyone, and departed.

Then, the Jiang Family and the Jiang Family each left.

"Fellow Daoist, farewell," the leading male and female Disciples of Yuefu said to Zhou Xiutong, then led their Disciples away.

Zhou Xiutong nodded in return.

"Let's set off too."

Zhou Xiutong waved her hand, then flew up and sat cross-legged in the Void Realm above her head.

Having received the command, the Xuanqing Sect Disciples, either in groups of three or four, fanned out to form a large circular encirclement, heading in the opposite direction from Yuefu.

The two leading Disciples of Yuefu, who were running, suddenly felt a stir in their hearts and looked back.

In the distance behind them, a figure sat cross-legged high in the sky.

"Foundation Establishment!"

The two exchanged glances, utterly shocked.

"A Foundation Establishment Cultivator at twenty..."

"Those are Xuanqing Sect Disciples; such a figure has actually appeared."

The female Cultivator, dressed in a white glazed dress and carrying a pipa on her back, spoke with emotion, her eyes sparkling like stars.

"Junior Sister, your thoughts are dangerous!" The male Disciple quickly waved his hand, interrupting the female Cultivator's reverie.

He knew his Junior Sister was a bit unusual.

She possessed a beautiful face, but seemed uninterested in men, often getting very close to the female Disciples within the Sect.

And not just one!

"Hmph, Senior Brother, you don't need to concern yourself with my affairs," the female Cultivator snorted, no longer thinking about it.

"Alright, alright, alright," the male Cultivator pretended to surrender, shaking his head and agreeing with a smile.

The Disciples behind them were confused, only remaining vigilant of their surroundings.

"There are demonic souls!" A Xuanqing Sect Qi Refinement third-layer Disciple's eyes lit up, pointing into the distance ahead.

Hearing this, everyone looked into the distance.

Indeed, dozens of human-sized, smoke-emitting, dark and hazy humanoid creatures floated in the distance.

"Charge!"

The formation shifted direction, fanning out. Each person circulated their magical power, grasping Spells or Talismans, and rushed towards the dozens of demonic souls.

High above, Zhou Xiutong rested her chin on her hand, glancing at the distant demonic souls, with no intention of attacking.

"Talismans, release!"

The Xuanqing Sect Disciples made quite a commotion. The demonic souls, disturbed, did not retreat but advanced, meeting the crowd.

The Xuanqing Sect Disciples changed formation.

The Disciples holding Talismans stepped forward, sending various Talismans towards the distance.

Flames, ice spikes, wood spikes, and lightning were released from the Talismans.

"Boom!"

Blazing flames and crackling lightning enveloped the dozens of demonic souls.

"Talismans, release!"

After one round, the Disciples in each group changed formation again.

Another round of Talisman explosions.

"Again!"

After three rounds of Talismans, the dozens of demonic souls visibly weakened.

"Harvest!" Someone commanded.

Disciples wielding Magical Artifacts instantly leaped past everyone, charging into the demonic souls.

A moment later, three-sided crystals appeared in the air.

"Are these soul crystals?"

"They're nothing special, really."

The Disciples from each group stepped forward, retrieving the soul crystals left by the demonic souls that had died at their hands.

"Well done," Zhou Xiutong nodded, her voice reaching the ears of the Disciples below.

"Hehe~" Some chuckled, pleased by Zhou Xiutong's praise.

"These demonic souls are nothing more than this," a Disciple remarked.

At this moment, high above, Zhou Xiutong's expression suddenly turned serious as she instructed the Disciples below, "Gather, defend."

The Disciples' expressions changed.

They regrouped, forming a circle, their expressions tense.

In the distance, countless black mists drifted towards their location.

"Damn it!"

"So many!"

Those were not mists, but demonic souls gathered together.

The Disciples' expressions changed.

"Jinx!" The Disciple who had made the remark looked sheepish.

"There are so many; we probably can't defeat them on our own," a Disciple said with a solemn expression.

"Don't worry, with Senior Sister here, what's there to fear?" A voice rang out.

"Oh, you're right, then it's fine."

"..."

In the air, Zhou Xiutong's pair of scarlet gold precious hammers appeared.

She eagerly watched the black smoke that had almost solidified.

"It's finally my turn to act!" Zhou Xiutong felt exhilarated.