182: The Holy Son of the Demon Sect!

“That thing is coming in!”

Xu Sanyan pursed his lips, listening to the increasingly close scraping sound, and his gaze slowly turned towards Zuoqiu Shen, who was hiding behind the wooden barrel. With a wave of his sleeve, surging magical power erupted, and the wooden barrel burst, revealing a slightly bewildered Zuoqiu Shen behind it.

“Rustle~”

The scraping sound rapidly rushed towards Zuoqiu Shen’s direction.

Zuoqiu Xin’s expression changed. No matter what, Zuoqiu Shen was her clan brother, how could he be framed by an outsider? Just as she was about to help, Zuoqiu Hui, beside her, reached out to stop her, shaking her head slightly.

“Ah, you deserve to die!”

Zuoqiu Shen was furious. For a moment, even the Demon Seed couldn't suppress the raging anger. He glared fiercely at Xu Sanyan, flipped his hand to pull out a long sword, and swung it out. A clear Sword Qi spread like a full moon, instantly sweeping past the wooden chair above Xu Sanyan’s head.

“Crack—”

The wooden chair broke, crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Not far away, the enormous long worm, like a peeled Dragon, wriggled its putrid, flesh-rotted body, charging directly towards Zuoqiu Shen.

“Rustle~”

Sounds came from the well again. Xu Sanyan's gaze swept over, only to see three long worms intertwined, crawling out of the wellhead. Their lower bodies were almost fused together, making it difficult to separate them.

“How disgusting!” Zuoqiu Xin’s pretty face scrunched up, feeling a physiological discomfort.

Zuoqiu Hui’s eyes darted around, no longer caring about Zuoqiu Shen’s life or death. She pulled her sister and ran into the house. Xu Sanyan didn't hesitate, following closely behind the two women.

“Ah! Third Sister, Fourth Sister, save me!”

Zuoqiu Shen brandished his long sword, entangled with the long worm. The blade cut into the worm’s body, leaving deep, bone-visible gashes, but the worm seemed to feel no pain. Even when its body was severed in two, it still clung to him tightly.

Xu Sanyan spared him a quick glance before ignoring him. In contrast, Zuoqiu Hui didn’t even look back, rushing straight inside.

Zuoqiu Xin, on the other hand, felt a bit of reluctance, but she also didn't turn back to help, because more and more corpse demons were emerging from the well. If they didn't run now, they would all be left behind.

“Ah!”

Zuoqiu Shen screamed. Carelessly, he was struck in the chest by the long worm. Its enormous tail, carrying immense force, caved in his chest, pulverizing his internal organs. Even a Grand Unity Golden Immortal would find it difficult to save him.

Xu Sanyan felt no guilt for causing his death. After entering the small room, his gaze went to the back window. His figure, as if riding clouds and mist, flew onto the windowsill, tearing open the paper window to reveal the alley outside the house.

He poked his head out and looked left and right. Seeing no monsters, Xu Sanyan then darted out.

The two women followed closely. Zuoqiu Xin subconsciously wanted to follow Xu Sanyan, but Zuoqiu Hui grabbed her and pulled her in the opposite direction.

She always felt that this person had ill intentions, and it was better to stay far away. As soon as the thought arose, she saw a slender shadow appear on the wall on the other side, gradually becoming clearer under the moonlight. Zuoqiu Hui’s expression changed, and she quickly followed Xu Sanyan’s steps.

Ahead, Xu Sanyan moved with the wind under his feet, rapidly darting towards a nearby attic. Corpse demons had already appeared at the distant street corner. Running around at this time was clearly not a good option; it was better to just get through this night first.

Zuoqiu Hui, behind him, hesitated slightly. Now with no way forward or back, she could only duck into the attic.

Xu Sanyan stood on the second floor, his gaze piercing through the night to the corpse demons wandering the street. His eyes flickered as he quietly pondered.

Before entering the Secret Realm, he had done some research. This Hundred Saints Secret Realm was used by the Yaotian Holy Sect three thousand years ago to temper its Disciples. Although dangerous, as long as one was careful, survival was not difficult.

After all, the original intention of building the Secret Realm was not to take the lives of their own Disciples. If it were too difficult and the Disciples suffered heavy losses, it would be a bit of a net loss.

But if it was too simple, it would lose the meaning of tempering. Therefore, although the corpse demons were terrifying, they could still be dealt with.

Even Zuoqiu Shen, a mere Foundation Establishment Realm Cultivator, could entangle with the corpse ghosts for a long time, let alone them, Mystic Path Realm Cultivators.

Furthermore, the Secret Realm contained many treasures. As long as certain conditions were met, rewards could be obtained, possibly Magic Treasures, or Cultivation Techniques, spells, and so on.

And the inscription on the stone tablet was a hint: “Flowers bloom in the South City, treasures of the Drum Tower.” He speculated that there must be treasures hidden in the Drum Tower.

As he pondered, footsteps sounded behind him. Zuoqiu Xin suppressed the anger in her heart and stepped forward, questioning, “Xu San, I think you owe me an explanation. Why did you use my Zuoqiu Clan Disciple as bait to help you escape?”

Xu Sanyan turned his head and smiled, finding her exasperated look amusing. He teased, “Perhaps Zuoqiu Shen was quite willing.”

“You’re spewing nonsense! Would you be willing if someone told you to go die?”

Zuoqiu Xin was so enraged by his shameless words that her prominent chest heaved up and down, drawing considerable attention. Xu Sanyan found this very interesting.

“You scoundrel! Where are you looking?”

Zuoqiu Xin grew even angrier. She was confronting him, yet he was shamelessly staring at her chest.

Zuoqiu Hui, with a cold face, suddenly spoke, “I heard that a while ago, the Tongxin Demon Sect held a Saint Ceremony, and an previously unknown person, stepping on Qi Liang, Tu Wanshan, and others, emerged as the champion. That person’s name seems to be…”

“Xu Sanyan!”

Xu Sanyan smiled but didn’t answer, turning to look at the corpse demons at the street corner, as if completely unconcerned about the two behind him.

Xu San… Xu Sanyan.

Zuoqiu Hui lowered her eyelids. She should have realized it earlier. It was all Zuoqiu Shen’s fault for misleading her into thinking this person was a Righteous Path member.

“What? You’re a Demonic Cultivator?!”

Zuoqiu Xin gasped in surprise, abruptly drawing her long sword and standing ready.

The Saint Ceremony had only recently concluded, and the news had not yet fully spread, so not many people knew. Zuoqiu Hui had only coincidentally heard Luo Changtian mention it, and only now did she recall it.

Demon Sect Saint…

Looking at Xu Sanyan’s back, Zuoqiu Hui suddenly felt immense pressure, her heart enveloped in a heavy gloom, even a sense of despair.

If she had realized it sooner, she would have rather faced the corpse demons with her sister than confront Xu Sanyan.

She knew her own family’s affairs well. Although the Huai Lake Seven Heroes had a considerable reputation, it was largely superficial. A significant part of it was because they were seven women who were also attractive, which made them a topic of much discussion.

In terms of strength, the seven of them simply didn't deserve such a grand reputation.

Fourth Sister Zuoqiu Xin was still young and easily lost in the conveniences brought by fame, but she would not. She deeply knew the gap between herself and true Geniuses.

In her opinion, the younger generation could be divided into three tiers: Fang Qingge and Net Intent stood side by side in the first tier, looking down upon countless Prodigies below them.

The Luo family siblings, Lu Wang, Wei Xunzhu, Mo Qianqian, Qi Liang, Tu Wanshan, and others, were in the second tier. Perhaps her eldest sister, Zuoqiu Shu, could also be included.

As for the other six of them among the Huai Lake Seven Heroes, at most they could be considered third-tier, and a couple of them might not even qualify for the third tier.

The reason for this ranking was that Zuoqiu Hui had privately sparred with the Luo family siblings. If they hadn't considered her dignity, she probably wouldn't have lasted ten moves. The gap was immeasurable.

However, not long ago, one person single-handedly defeated Tu Wanshan, Qi Liang, and others who were as famous as the Luo family siblings, forcefully ascending to the position of Demon Sect Saint with a first-place record.

Now, that person stood before her eyes.

The Demon Sect Saint, Xu Sanyan!