243: Chapter 243 A Powerful Attack! Stealing, Stealing, Stealing Women

Behind Situ E were hundreds of Jile Sect Disciples, dressed revealingly. Both men and women were present, most of them wearing wanton expressions, their auras chaotic, and their eyes flashing with a cruel, bloodthirsty light.

Liu Rurao wore a tight-fitting black and red battle dress that outlined her striking curves, with a gauzy robe as thin as a cicada's wing over it. She held a uniquely shaped pink short blade and stood gracefully on the back of a pure white, winged demon fox.

Behind her, the Disciples of the Meiying Sect were all beautiful women, dressed equally boldly. Their presence was like a flock of warbling birds, with flirtatious looks in their eyes that hid murderous intent.

Besides these two main forces, seven other Demonic Path Sects that had heard the news gathered around.

The Shiyin Sect Cultivators each had faces as pale as paper, with faint corpse energy swirling around them as they controlled stiff but immensely strong Refined Corpses.

The Wudu Sect Disciples were dressed in gaudy, multicolored clothes, with various jars of poisonous insects hanging from their bodies, leaving a foul stench wherever they went.

The Cultivators of the WanGui Sect were surrounded by layers of ghostly shadows, letting out shrill wails that made one's hair stand on end.

There were also Cultivators from the White Bone Temple, the Blood Fiend Sect, the Seven Emotions Valley, and the Six Desires Path, all in strange attire with sinister and eerie auras.

These Demonic Path Sects, which usually guarded against each other and even had occasional frictions, had temporarily set aside their past grievances and gathered together under the immense temptation of carving up the "fat meat" that was the Hehuan Sect.

Although they still kept a certain distance from each other and their eyes were filled with wariness, the overall atmosphere was one of fanaticism and greed.

"Cult Leader Situ! Sect Master Liu!"

An Elder from the Shiyin Sect, as thin as a stick with deep-sunken eyes, stepped forward and bowed to the leaders, Situ E and Liu Rurao. "The time has come. The elites of every Sect are gathered here. The Hehuan Sect is currently extremely vulnerable. This is the perfect time for a lightning strike. What are we waiting for?"

"Indeed! I heard that the Hehuan Sect's treasury contains the Complete Manual of the ancient Dual Cultivation secret scripture, the 'Mystic Maidens Sun-Stealing Art,' as well as countless Spirit Stones, Medicinal Pills, and beautiful Cauldrons!"

"I've been waiting for ages!"

A short, fat Elder from the Wudu Sect rubbed his hands, his eyes gleaming with lust.

"That bitch Xiao Nianyin! I'm going to skin her alive with my own hands, extract her soul, refine it into a Ghost Slave, and torture her day and night!"

A black-robed Cultivator from the WanGui Sect said gloomily.

Listening to the noisy chatter, Situ E felt a surge of heroic ambition, as if he could already see the Hehuan Sect kneeling at his feet.

He waved his hand, his voice booming like a bell: "Fellow Daoists! The Hehuan Sect's luck has run out. It is time for us to act on behalf of heaven and share in this feast!"

"Enough nonsense. According to our agreement, after we break through the Hehuan Sect's mountain gate, the treasury's resources will be distributed based on the effort each party puts in!"

"As for that bitch Xiao Nianyin..."

A flash of lewd light erupted in his eyes as he licked his lips. "Whoever can capture her alive and present her to me will be heavily rewarded by this seat!"

"In the future, when we occupy territory, you will receive an extra ten percent!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a strange light flashed in the eyes of many demonic Cultivators.

Ten percent of the territory? That was quite a temptation!

Even though Xiao Nianyin's cultivation was sealed, the Hehuan Sect had been established for eight thousand years, and outside the mountain gate, there were many affiliated mines, herb gardens, and markets!

Liu Rurao sneered inwardly, thinking to herself that this old ghost certainly knew how to make empty promises.

She spoke up in a sweet voice, "Cult Leader Situ is truly generous!"

"However, Xiao Nianyin was once in the Saint Realm, after all. Her status is special, and her value is extraordinary. In my opinion, if anyone captures her, why not hand her over to everyone... for a joint 'interrogation'?"

"We can share whatever secrets we obtain, how about it?"

She didn't want Situ E to keep her all to himself, nor did she want Xiao Nianyin to fall so easily into the hands of this crude man to be humiliated. She still wanted to personally "take care" of her old rival.

Situ E glanced at Liu Rurao and chuckled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. "We'll discuss this later! Let's crush the Hehuan Sect first! Move out!"

"Move out!!"

"Trample the Hehuan Sect!!"

"Plunder the Spirit Stones! Plunder the Cultivation Techniques! Plunder those damn pretty women!!"

The demons danced wildly, and the ghosts wailed.

Under the leadership of Situ E and Liu Rurao, over a thousand demonic Cultivators turned into a multicolored yet sinister cloud, grandly surging toward the Hehuan Sect's mountain gate!

The momentum was terrifying, scattering birds and beasts along the way as a foul atmosphere filled the air.

Almost at the same time, in another direction from the Hehuan Sect's mountain gate, several hundred miles away at Clear Stream Creek.

Here, the clear springs gurgled and the Spiritual Qi was abundant, forming a sharp contrast with the dangers of Black Wind Valley.

At this moment, on a flat area by the creek, several hundred Cultivators had also gathered. Each of them possessed a pure aura and faint treasures' glow, completely different from the demonic camp.

The two leaders were none other than Zhao Qianyi, the Law Enforcement Elder of the Tianshu Sword Sect, and Master Xuanming, the Palace Master of the North Pole Ice Soul Palace.

Zhao Qianyi had changed into a brand-new azure sword robe, with an ancient longsword on his back. He looked elegant with his long, fluttering beard, standing on a green stone like a true Grandmaster.

Only the occasional glint of gloom and fervor deep in his eyes slightly marred his transcendent demeanor.

Behind him were nearly a hundred elite Sword Cultivators from the Tianshu Sword Sect, each standing tall as a pine, their Sword Qi contained but not hidden.

Master Xuanming was still in his snow-white palace attire, with hair as white as snow and a frozen expression. He stood quietly under a strange tree covered in ice crystals, with a self-contained Domain of cold air within three feet of him, and a light frost forming on the ground.

Behind him were dozens of Ice Spirit Palace Disciples with equally cold auras, both men and women, all wearing indifferent expressions that warned people not to approach.

In addition, representatives and Disciples from seven or eight Righteous Path Sects were present, having responded to the "World Cleansing Decree" or Zhao Qianyi's private invitations.

There were Buddhist Cultivators in monk robes, Daoists with horsetail whisks, beast-taming Sects with their Spirit Beasts, and families famous for their Formations.

Although they were not as numerous as the demonic camp, they were superior in terms of pure aura and strict discipline, and each of them bore a righteous expression of "acting on behalf of heaven to eradicate evil."