257: Chapter 257 The Underworld Maiden

But more was derived from his confidence in his own strength.

He was confident that with Wang Hengshan's strength, he could not be taken down.

Now, hearing Laughing Arhat say this...

From beginning to end, he was nothing more than a chess piece in Laughing Arhat's hand, a chess piece used to lure Liu Three-Blade.

He was not unable to accept such a result.

In an Evil Path Sect like the Blood Demon Sect, such things were commonplace.

In name, he called Laughing Arhat "Big Brother." In reality, the two were merely a union of interests; as fellow Inner Sect Disciples of the Blood Demon Sect, he had his own value.

Under normal circumstances, Laughing Arhat would not do anything to him.

But that was all.

He realized that what he was unwilling to accept was not just being used as a pawn, but being used as a pawn without even knowing it.

This was an extremely dangerous signal in an Evil Path Sect.

Countless people within the Blood Demon Sect had died because of this.

Do not look at these Inner Sect Disciples of the Blood Demon Sect as having high status before the blood slaves, holding the power of life and death.

In reality, they were nothing more than expendable material.

Every year, countless Inner Sect Disciples died while executing missions.

Bao Er and He Jiu were merely two of them.

His—Poison Three's—so-called revenge, besides being a part of the plan, was not truly about avenging the two.

Who in an evil Sect would be so foolish as to risk their own life to settle others' grudges?

This was just a common counter-attack tactic of evil Sects.

It was like a weak person, who everyone could bully and manipulate.

But a strong person was different; if others wanted to deal with such a person, they had to consider the consequences.

Even ants can kill an elephant if there are enough of them.

Similarly, the Blood Demon Sect could only deter more forces by demonstrating sufficient strength and bloody methods.

Otherwise, given their actions and the many large and small forces they had offended, they would have long been wiped out by a coalition.

Soon.

Poison Three steadied his mind and saw his situation clearly.

The title of Mad Blade Grandmaster was not something just any Top Grandmaster possessed.

Although Liu Three-Blade had never killed a Top Grandmaster, the number of Late Stage Grandmasters who had died at his hands already exceeded double digits.

Additionally, Liu Three-Blade had the record of escaping from the hands of two Top Grandmasters.

Although Laughing Arhat was strong, he was at most on par with this Mad Blade Grandmaster.

Without absolute strength, even if Liu Three-Blade fell for the trap, it would still be futile.

But since Laughing Arhat arranged it this way, he must be confident.

Poison Three looked around but did not find any strange figures.

Just as Poison Three withdrew his gaze and wanted to ask Laughing Arhat...

In the dense forest behind the dilapidated village, a rustling sound of fallen leaves rang out.

It looked like it was caused by the wind blowing the leaves.

But at this moment, there wasn't even a breeze, and not even a speck of dust could be stirred up.

Clearly, this was not caused by the wind.

Following the direction of the sound, Poison Three noticed a black figure a hundred zhang away, rapidly approaching the village where he was located.

In less than ten breaths, the black figure appeared before everyone.

"Who goes there? How dare you trespass on our Sect's encampment!" Poison Three took the lead and looked at the newcomer with extreme wariness.

The newcomer wore a wide black robe that covered her body tightly, revealing only her face.

Almost everyone, upon seeing this face, gasped.

Several centipede-like scars were deeply embedded in the flesh like ravines, extending from the brow bone to the jaw, crisscrossing and traversing the entire face.

The hideousness of the face was enough to scare children to tears, but one could still vaguely recognize the contours of the face.

Before being disfigured, the owner of this face must have been a young woman.

For a young woman to become like this, one could imagine the torture she had suffered.

Most women, after such torture, would likely have ended their lives long ago.

Yet this woman was not only alive but was also an incredibly powerful Grandmaster.

Only Laughing Arhat's expression remained unchanged. He stepped forward and looked at the woman and Poison Three, "Old Three, stand down. She is someone I invited."

Hearing this, the wariness in Poison Three's eyes did not fade, but he retreated a few steps back, remaining vigilant.

The woman stood still, ignoring Poison Three's reaction.

She looked straight at Laughing Arhat, her eyes so cold it was as if she were looking at a corpse.

"Underworld Luo Woman, I have been waiting for you for a long time." Laughing Arhat smiled, seemingly trying to liven up the atmosphere.

But as his voice fell, the scene did not liven up; instead, it became increasingly tense.

Many people might not recognize this face.

But few had not heard this name.

Underworld Luo Woman, Yan Qingying.

One of the Inner Sect Disciples of the Underworld Luo Cult.

The Underworld Luo Cult was an outsider Sect just like the Blood Demon Sect, and the structures of the two Sects were basically the same.

The reason Underworld Luo Woman was famous was never because of her status, but because of her legendary experiences and her ruthlessness.

From a mere hunter's daughter to the current Inner Sect Disciple of the Underworld Luo Cult.

The blood on her hands far exceeded anyone else present.

Besides this, Underworld Luo Woman Yan Qingying loved to torture and kill men, cutting off their weak points.

Rumor had it that the scars on her face were caused by a certain man.

It was precisely such experiences that made many male Martial Artists of evil Sects tremble with fear.

Now, Laughing Arhat mentioning this name couldn't help but make them recall Yan Qingying's cruelty.

Yan Qingying said coldly, "Stop the nonsense, give me the Blood Pattern Fruit."

Laughing Arhat smiled and said, "After you and I join forces to take down Liu Three-Blade, I will naturally hand over the Blood Pattern Fruit with both hands."

"Laughing Arhat, do you know the price of toying with me? Since I have come, I am determined to obtain this Blood Pattern Fruit." Yan Qingying's expression did not change; she did not appear to be angry.

But the chill radiating from her body was bone-chillingly cold.

Especially those blood slaves whose cultivation was below the Five Viscera Realm could feel this even more truly.

At this moment, they could feel that their own blood seemed to have congealed, and the speed of its flow was significantly slower than in a normal state.

"I, Laughing Arhat, have always kept my word; how could I toy with you? The Blood Pattern Fruit is right in my hand. But if I give the Blood Pattern Fruit to you and you don't do the job, wouldn't I be a sucker?" As he spoke, Laughing Arhat took out a bright red fruit from his bosom and carefully played with it in his hand.

The Blood Pattern Fruit was easy to recognize.

It was different from ordinary spiritual fruits; it was only the size of a walnut, its surface was smooth and shiny, and its skin was outlined by streaks of blood-colored patterns.

Ordinary people could remember it after seeing it once, let alone Yan Qingying.

At just one glance, Yan Qingying recognized that this fruit was indeed the goal of her trip, the Blood Pattern Fruit.

She desired the Blood Pattern Fruit, but thinking to use this to manipulate her was too naive.

Yan Qingying withdrew her gaze, her tone becoming even colder, "Laughing Arhat, my patience is limited. I hate it most when people play mind games in front of me. I will only say this once: are you giving me the Blood Pattern Fruit or not?"