Chapter 105 Nighttime "Rat Catching"

Inside the attic, the lingering scent of intimacy had not yet fully dispersed.

Su Ye leaned lazily against the headboard, his fingers gently twirling a strand of hair that carried a cold fragrance, his gaze falling upon the slightly flushed cheeks of the beauty in his arms.

Leng Yueli had long since lost the cold and majestic demeanor of the Peak Master of Purple Bamboo Peak she usually displayed.

Her water-like eyes still held a lingering confusion, her jade-like skin was suffused with a faint pink hue, and her whole body was as soft as a pool of spring water.

"Yeer..."

Leng Yueli's voice was slightly hoarse, carrying a trace of post-intimacy laziness and a bit of shy annoyance, "Stop messing around, let's talk about serious matters."

She reached out, wanting to slap away Su Ye's mischievous hand, but it was grabbed by him, and he gently planted a kiss on her slender fingertips.

"Which serious matter is Revered Master referring to?"

Su Ye had a wicked smile on his lips, "Is it about how to deal with the scum of the Heavenly Demon Cult, or about... Revered Master begging for mercy just now?"

"You!"

Leng Yueli was so shy that her ears turned crimson, and she glared at him fiercely.

This glance was full of charm; not only did it lack any lethality, it looked more like a coquettish act of feigned refusal.

"You have no respect for your Elders. If your three Junior Sisters find out..."

"So what if they find out?"

Su Ye chuckled, resting his chin on her rounded shoulder, his warm breath spraying onto her sensitive skin, "Anyway, Revered Master has long been mine. The rice is already cooked, can they really turn the world upside down?"

Leng Yueli's body trembled slightly, a strange sweetness surging in her heart, but she still braced herself verbally:

"Nonsense, Revered Master did that... Revered Master did that to help you suppress your Heart Demon, it was a last resort."

"Yes, yes, yes, Revered Master is righteous and awe-inspiring, this disciple is deeply grateful."

Su Ye did not expose her clumsy excuse, but the smile on his lips deepened.

Jokes aside, the playfulness in Su Ye's eyes gradually receded, replaced by a trace of icy killing intent.

"That Supreme Protector of the Heavenly Demon Cult is called the 'Netherworld Ancestor'."

Su Ye's voice lowered, "This person is skilled in concealment techniques, and his cultivation has reached the Third Heaven of the Great Saint Realm; he is considered a figure in this Eastern Wilderness."

Hearing the words "Third Heaven of the Great Saint Realm," Leng Yueli's expression instantly became solemn.

She sat up abruptly, ignoring her exposed skin, and grabbed Su Ye's arm.

"Third Heaven of the Great Saint Realm?!"

Leng Yueli's voice carried a trace of trembling, "Yeer, you are only in the Spirit Severing Realm. Even with that Divine-Grade movement technique and Imperial Rank weapon, the chasm in your Realms is like a natural moat!"

"No! This is too dangerous!"

"I will go report to the Holy Lord now, activate the sect-protecting Formation, and gather the strength of the entire sect..."

"Revered Master."

Su Ye reached out and pressed down on her panicked shoulders, his pitch-black eyes staring fixedly at her, his expression as calm as a deep pool.

"Do you trust me?"

Leng Yueli was stunned.

Looking at the handsome young man with firm eyes in front of her, she realized in a daze that the little boy who used to follow behind her seeking protection had grown into a towering tree that could shelter her from the wind and rain.

"I... I naturally trust you."

Leng Yueli bit her lower lip, a flash of struggle in her eyes, "But..."

"There are no 'buts'."

Su Ye interrupted her, took out a crystal-clear jade pendant from his bosom, and toyed with it, "Although that old fox Ye Wudao seems to have delegated power, his surroundings may not be clean."

"If we startle the snake, and that Netherworld Ancestor runs away, Purple Bamboo Peak will never have peace in the future."

"There is no reason to be a thief for a thousand days, let alone a thousand days of defending against a thief."

Speaking of this, a cold glint flashed in Su Ye's eyes, and a heart-palpitating Evil Qi erupted instantly.

"Since he dares to reach his claws into the Primordial Origin Holy Land, and into my territory."

"Then he must be prepared to be chopped into pieces."

Seeing Su Ye's arrogant and confident appearance, Leng Yueli's heart beat violently a few times uncontrollably.

This Rebellious Disciple.

The way he looks when he's serious is damn charming.

"Okay."

Leng Yueli took a deep breath, her eyes gradually becoming firm, "Since you want to be crazy, then Revered Master will accompany you to be crazy once."

"At worst..."

A flash of determination crossed her eyes, "If you are not his match, I will burn my essence blood and self-detonate my Primordial Spirit to hold him off for you!"

Hearing this, Su Ye felt a warmth in his heart, but shook his head helplessly.

He gently scraped her pert nose.

"Silly Revered Master."

"With me here, where would it be your turn to risk your life?"

"Hurry up and get dressed, let's go 'catch a ghost'."

...

The night was as dark as ink, the moon was black and the wind was high.

Behind the Primordial Origin Holy Land, the Forbidden Ground of the Ancestral Mausoleum.

This place was covered in thick fog all year round, and the surroundings were filled with various powerful Restrictions and Formations. Usually, besides the tomb-guarding Elders, not even a fly could fly in.

However, at this moment.

Two figures were moving silently through the layers of Restrictions like ghosts.

Su Ye hugged Leng Yueli's slender waist, stepping on "Kunpeng Extreme Speed," his whole person seemingly merging into the Void Realm. Those lethal Formations that would trigger upon touch were as good as non-existent in front of him.

Leng Yueli nestled in his arms, watching the scenery flying backward, her heart filled with shock.

Many of these Restrictions were left by the founding Ancestral Master. Even for a mighty expert like her at the Ninth Heaven of Tribulation Crossing Realm, breaking in by force would require a lot of effort.

Yet Su Ye treated them as nothing!

This kind of method was simply unheard of.

"We're here."

Su Ye stopped abruptly, landing on top of a huge black stone tablet without making a sound.

Leng Yueli held her breath, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

In front was a series of undulating ancient graves. In front of each grave stood a mottled stone tablet, exuding the vicissitudes of time.

The air was filled with a decaying smell, cold and piercing to the bone.

"Come out."

Su Ye stood with his hands behind his back, looking indifferently at a certain void in front, and said lightly:

"Hiding in a pile of dead people to smell the stench, Your Excellency's hobby is quite unique."

Leng Yueli was startled and looked in the direction of Su Ye's gaze, but found nothing.

"Hehehe..."

A gloomy and harsh strange laugh suddenly sounded in the silent cemetery.

It was like two rusty iron plates rubbing against each other, making one's scalp tingle.

"I didn't expect that among this group of trash in the Primordial Origin Holy Land, there is someone who can discover my tracks."

As the laughter died down.

The void in front twisted, and a gaunt figure wrapped in a black robe slowly emerged.

This person was surrounded by thick black Qi, and his eyes were a strange emerald green, like ghost fire in the deep night, revealing an evil aura that made one nauseous.

It was the Supreme Protector of the Heavenly Demon Cult, the Netherworld Ancestor!

The Netherworld Ancestor floated in mid-air, his emerald ghost eyes sweeping over Su Ye and Leng Yueli, and finally fixed on Leng Yueli.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

"A top-grade Cauldron, a top-grade Cauldron!"

The Netherworld Ancestor stretched out his fingers, which were as withered as tree bark, and greedily licked his lips, his eyes full of lecherous light.

"So it's Peak Master Leng of Purple Bamboo Peak. I have long heard that Peak Master Leng is the most beautiful in the Eastern Wilderness. Seeing you today, it is indeed well-deserved."

"If I can catch you back and use you for Dual Cultivation, my cultivation will definitely reach a higher level!"

Leng Yueli's pretty face turned frosty, and a flash of purple light appeared in her hand as a cold-chilling long sword was unsheathed.

"Old Devil, you dare to speak filthy words when death is imminent!"

"Death?"

The Netherworld Ancestor seemed to have heard some huge joke and laughed wildly at the sky:

"Hahaha! Just you?"

"A mere Tribulation Transcendence Realm, in front of me, is nothing more than a slightly larger ant!"

After speaking, he glanced at Su Ye next to him, a flash of disdain in his eyes.

"As for this pretty boy..."

"An ant only in the Spirit Severing Realm, is he worthy of standing in front of me?"

"Peak Master Leng, your taste is quite unique. You actually raised such a useless pretty boy. Why not follow me? I will make you feel like you're in heaven, hehehe!"

Su Ye looked at the laughing Netherworld Ancestor with a blank expression.

It was like looking at a clown.

"Have you laughed enough?"

Su Ye interrupted his laughter lightly.

The Netherworld Ancestor's laughter paused, and he stared at Su Ye with cold eyes: "Kid, are you in such a hurry to reincarnate?"

Su Ye sighed and shook his head helplessly.

"Villains die of talking too much; the ancients did not deceive me."

He turned his head to look at Leng Yueli, who was trembling with anger beside him, and said softly:

"Revered Master, please step back."

"This kind of trash is dirty, don't let it stain your eyes."

Leng Yueli was startled and instinctively grabbed his sleeve: "Yeer, he is a Great Saint..."

"So what if he is a Great Saint?"

Su Ye's lips curled into an arrogant arc.

"In my eyes, he is just a pile of walking experience points."

Before the words fell.

Su Ye took a step forward.

This step seemed to cross the boundaries of time and space.

"Kunpeng Extreme Speed!"

Boom!

Su Ye's figure disappeared from the spot instantly, leaving only a harsh sonic boom in the air.

The Netherworld Ancestor's pupils shrank violently.

So fast!

What kind of movement technique is this?!

Before he could react, a terrifying sense of crisis that made his Soul tremble instantly enveloped his whole body.

"Not good!"

The Netherworld Ancestor was, after all, an old monster who had experienced many battles, and almost instinctively propped up a black Protective Aura.

However.

It was too late.

"Please turn around, Precious!"

A cold and indifferent voice sounded softly in his ear.

Hum—!

A white light seemed to slash through time and space from the ancient primordial era.

It was a small knife, only seven inches long.

The blade was engraved with profound and complex Dao runes, emitting a terrifying aura that could sever all life, Karma, and Reincarnation!

Imperial Rank top-grade Spiritual Artifact—immortal slaying flying dagger!

At this moment.

Time seemed to stand still.

The indestructible Great Saint-level Protective Aura was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper before this small knife.

Pfft!

With a soft sound.

That streak of white light pierced through the black Qi without any obstruction, circling around the Netherworld Ancestor's neck.

Subsequently, it instantly returned to Su Ye's hand, turning into a streak of light that slipped into his sleeve.

The entire process took less than a tenth of a breath.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

The grimace on the Netherworld Ancestor's face was still frozen at the corner of his mouth, and his emerald green eyes were filled with confusion and disbelief.

"You..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But discovered he couldn't make a sound.

The next moment.

A thin line of blood slowly appeared on his neck.

Splat!

A gaunt head shot into the sky, and dark green blood sprayed into the air like a fountain!

Third Heaven of Great Saint Realm, Netherworld Ancestor.

Fallen!

Not until the headless corpse slammed heavily onto the ground with a muffled thud did Leng Yueli suddenly snap back to reality.

Her beautiful eyes were wide open, her small mouth slightly agape, as she stared blankly at the scene before her, her mind completely blank.

Dead... dead?

That Netherworld Ancestor who terrorized the Eastern Wasteland and made countless Cultivators of the Righteous Path tremble in fear...

Was killed in seconds just like that?

Without even getting a single move off?

How is this possible!

At this moment, Su Ye skillfully landed beside the corpse, crouched down, and began his "daily work."

"Tsk, the Great Saint Realm is truly overflowing with wealth."

Su Ye remarked with wonder while rummaging through the pool of blood.

"Top-grade Sacred Artifact Soul-Summoning Banner? Good stuff, it's mine."

"What's inside is... a ten-thousand-year-old Spiritual Plant? Not bad, not bad, I can use this to refine medicine for Wanyin."

"This Storage Ring is also high-end stuff; the space inside is so large."

Su Ye skillfully looted everything of value from the Netherworld Ancestor, not even sparing the opponent's damaged black robe, as it was refined from the hide of a high-level Yao Beast and could still be sold for some Spirit Stones.

After finishing all this, Su Ye stood up and casually cast a "Samadhi True Fire."

Whoosh!

The golden flames instantly engulfed the corpse on the ground, destroying the body and leaving no trace—a one-stop service.

"Revered Master, what are you spacing out for?"

Su Ye walked over to Leng Yueli, who was still in a petrified state, and waved his hand in front of her.

Leng Yueli turned her head mechanically, looking at Su Ye's harmless, smiling face, and swallowed with difficulty.

"Yeer... that... was that an Imperial Rank weapon?"

Although she had never seen the immortal slaying flying dagger, the aura that erupted in that instant absolutely surpassed the Saint-Grade!

"Mhm."

Su Ye shrugged noncommittally, "I suppose so, I was lucky and picked it up."

Picked... picked it up?

Leng Yueli's mouth twitched violently.

Why don't you go pick up another one and show me?

This is an Imperial Rank weapon! The entire Primordial Origin Holy Land only has one incomplete quasi-Imperial Rank weapon as its sect-protecting treasure, and it has to be kept in the Ancestral Master Hall and offered incense every day!

This Rebellious Disciple, just how many secrets is he still hiding from her?

"Alright, don't dwell on this."

Su Ye wrapped his arm around her soft waist, pulling her into his embrace, "This old thing did indeed have a strange map on him; it should be the item they were looking for."

As he spoke, a tattered beast-skin map appeared in Su Ye's hand.

The map exuded an ancient and evil aura, with a red dot marked deep within the Ancestral Mausoleum.

"This is..."

Leng Yueli looked down, her pupils slightly shrinking, "This is the Forbidden Ground passed down by word of mouth by past Holy Revered Masters—the 'Devil Suppressing Well'!"

"Devil Suppressing Well?"

Su Ye raised an eyebrow, "The name sounds like a place where a big boss is locked up."

"Indeed."

Leng Yueli said with a serious expression, "Legend has it that ten thousand years ago, the Ancestral Master of Taichu suppressed a peerless Devil Head that came from beyond the heavens here. That Devil Head is immortal and indestructible, so it could only be sealed by borrowing the power of the earth's veins."

"It seems the Heavenly Demon Cult's goal is to release this Devil Head and wreak havoc on the Eastern Wasteland!"

Su Ye rubbed his chin, a glint flashing in his eyes.

Release the Devil Head?

Wouldn't that mean there would be plenty of villain points and top-grade equipment to farm?

However, now is clearly not the time.

"Since we know their goal, it's easy to handle."

Su Ye casually put away the map and glanced at the fish-belly white gradually appearing on the horizon.

"It's almost dawn."

He lowered his head and pecked Leng Yueli on the lips, smiling somewhat ambiguously.

"The Yin Qi here is too heavy; it's not suitable to stay long."

"Revered Master, let's return to the pavilion and continue studying that unfinished 'Cleansing Heart Technique'."

Leng Yueli's originally serious face instantly fell, blushing a deep red.

She pinched Su Ye angrily.

"You only think about such things!"

"You just killed a Great Saint Realm expert, don't you need to regulate your Qi?"

"Regulate my Qi?"

Su Ye blinked his eyes and said righteously, "Isn't Dual Cultivation the best way to regulate Qi?"

"Besides..."

He leaned into Leng Yueli's ear and lowered his voice, "Revered Master promised earlier to give me a 'reward'."

"Saying things like that next to a corpse, you... you pervert!"

Leng Yueli was dying of shame and anger; this Rebellious Disciple was simply a bastard who didn't know the meaning of shame!

"A pervert?"

Su Ye laughed and swept her up into his arms.

"As long as Revered Master likes it, what does it matter if I'm a bit of a pervert?"

"Let's go! Home!"

Su Ye stepped on the Void Realm, his figure like lightning, instantly turning into a streak of light and darting toward Purple Bamboo Peak.

Only the still-burning ashes and the lingering scent of blood in the air remained, proving that a peerless Great Saint Realm expert had just fallen here.

In the wind, the intermittent conversation between the two could be vaguely heard.

"Yeer... slow down... someone will see us..."

"Let them see. A Revered Master carrying her disciple is only natural."

"Where are you putting your hand! That's Revered Master's..."

"Revered Master, this is called a physical examination to see if you're injured..."

"Rebellious Disciple! You are not allowed on the bed tonight!"

"Then should we do it on the carpet? Or... the windowsill?"

"Get lost!!!"

"..."

Purple Bamboo Peak, the pavilion.

When the first ray of dawn pierced through the clouds and fell onto the lattice windows of the pavilion.

The blushing and heart-pounding commotion finally subsided.

Su Ye pushed open the door, feeling refreshed, and stretched his body.

This is life.

Killing people, seizing treasures, wooing Revered Master.

If one doesn't do this while Cultivating, then what's the point of Cultivating?

He looked back into the room.

Leng Yueli was curled up in the blanket, sleeping soundly, her stunningly beautiful face showing a hint of fatigue, but more of satisfaction and peace.

A hint of tenderness flashed in Su Ye's eyes.

He gently closed the door and did not immediately go to Cultivate, but instead took out the black token he had looted from the Netherworld Ancestor last night.

The front of the token was engraved with a hideous ghost head, and the back featured a complex Formation pattern.

"Heavenly Demon Cult..."

Su Ye's fingers gently stroked the token, his eyes gradually becoming deep and dark.

"Since you are so eager to die, then this Saint will play with you properly."

"System."

Su Ye muttered in his heart.

"Ding! What are your instructions, host?" The cold, mechanical voice sounded in his mind.

"Open the exchange mall."

A wicked, charming smile hooked at the corner of Su Ye's mouth.

"I want to exchange for a deluxe 'lure the enemy into the trap' package."

"This time, I will make sure the entire upper echelon of the Heavenly Demon Cult never returns!"

In the distance.

Three beautiful figures were walking together toward this side.

"Good morning, Senior Brother!"

Qin Yurou's vibrant voice came from afar.

Su Ye put away the token, the ruthlessness on his face instantly vanishing, replaced by that gentle, jade-like, sunny Senior Brother appearance.

"Morning, Junior Sister."

Su Ye smiled and greeted them.

A new day had begun.

Whether it was the Shura field of his Junior Sisters or the conspiracies and schemes of the Heavenly Demon Cult.

He, Su Ye, would take them all on!

"Senior Brother, where did you go last night? Why do I feel like there's a strange aura on the peak?"

Jiang Wanyin twitched her nose, eyeing Su Ye suspiciously.

"Oh, last night..."

Su Ye didn't blush or skip a beat, spouting nonsense with a straight face:

"Last night I saw the moonlight was nice, so I went to the back mountain to catch a big rat for our Purple Bamboo Peak."

"A big rat?"

Lin Qingzhu tilted her head, somewhat confused.

Su Ye smiled mysteriously, his gaze looking toward the direction of the Ancestral Mausoleum.

"Yes, a very big, very fat rat."

"But it has already been dealt with by me."

"By the way, Revered Master is feeling unwell today and needs to rest quietly, so don't disturb her if you have nothing important."

The three girls exchanged glances; although they felt a bit strange, they still nodded obediently.

"Got it!"

Watching the backs of the three Junior Sisters as they left, the smile at the corner of Su Ye's mouth deepened.

This chaotic world is approaching.

But before that.

Whoever dares to touch a single blade of grass or tree on this Purple Bamboo Peak, or any of the beautiful women by my side.

I will kill them.

Even the King of Heaven himself won't be spared!