Supreme Emptiness

No wonder they've been so elusive, evading the Demon Race all this time.

Turns out they not only possess beasts capable of stealth and flight,

but also have more than one team!

Whenever the Demon Race experts discover an attack site and begin tracking the traces, another assault occurs elsewhere.

They naturally assume it's the Hell Beast over there,

and change direction, abandoning their previous pursuit.

The two teams coordinated seamlessly, making fools of the Demon Race pursuers.

Leaving them completely bewildered,

and attributing the confusion to the Hell Beast's cunning and mysterious nature, making it hard to track.

Little did they know,

it was merely two teams working together.

Jiang Fan coldly gazed at the team galloping through the snowstorm, murmuring:

"Brother Ren and Sister Wu, this one's on you."

He turned, steering the Purple Sword swiftly toward the cloud a hundred miles away.

Mid-flight,

he took out a Dustless Talisman and stuck it to his chest.

So you like playing at invisibility?

Then let's see who plays it better!

On the cloud a hundred miles away,

there were twelve individuals with formidable auras.

The one with the strongest cultivation level was a youth shrouded in a red veil, exposing only his eyes.

His skin was dark and rough, his gaze fierce and cold.

The rest ranged between the Ninth Layer of Core Formation and the Eighth Layer,

all displaying unparalleled strength, rivaling the top-tier combat power of any sect within the Nine-Sect.

Moreover,

the ferocious beast they rode was equally terrifying.

Its power had reached the Ninth Layer Perfection of Core Formation.

At this moment,

they were overlooking three female disciples of the Desires Sect on the ground.

"Brother Zhang..."

A gray-robed man grinned slyly, studying the female disciples below.

He called out to the red-veiled youth beside him,

but was immediately silenced by a sinister glare from the youth.

"How many times have I told you!"

"We're loose cultivators from Qingli Mountain now, stop calling me Brother Zhang!"

"Do you want to expose us as a team with lineage from the Outer Realm Divine Sect?"

"If our origins are uncovered and they come knocking, beware of being used as a scapegoat by the master!"

The gray-robed man stuck out his tongue, quickly correcting himself: "Sorry, Brother Zhang."

Zhang Yundian shot him a sharp look and said:

"You were asking how to deal with the three female disciples, weren't you?"

The gray-robed man's eyes gleamed heatedly as he chuckled wickedly: "Though I can't see their faces clearly from here,"

"their figures are undeniably alluring."

"Especially the one in the center—tsk tsk, top-tier."

"Can I..."

Before he could finish,

Zhang Yundian patted the beast beneath him and commanded:

"Ting Feng, open your mouth."

"I'll send you someone to eat."

He grabbed the gray-robed man's collar and hoisted him up, ready to toss him into the beast's jaws.

"Ah! Brother Zhang, spare me, I beg you!"

Zhang Yundian glared coldly at him, his killing intent palpable.

"This is your last chance."

"Break the rules again, and I'll kill you!"

"To ensure you don't drag us all down!"

He dropped the gray-robed man heavily onto the beast's back and warned icily:

"Use your pig brain to think!"

"If you touch those three women and leave human marks on them,"

"then all the work we've done to fabricate our identities will be exposed!"

"The consequences of our activities being discovered—none of us could bear them!"

The gray-robed man nodded repeatedly after being reprimanded.

The others remained silent, frozen in fear.

Zhang Yundian's anger gradually cooled.

Sensing the somber mood among his companions,

he sighed inwardly with resignation.

They had been out for too long, and lacking indulgence was driving them mad with frustration.

If they weren't given some relief, they would eventually cause more trouble.

Softening his tone slightly, he said:

"Later, pick one beautiful one, have your fun, and then destroy the corpse—leave not even ashes."

"The other two, let Ting Feng shred them."

"Make it look like human searchers were attacked to maintain appearances."

At these words, an uproar of cheers erupted among the group.

The gray-robed man's face lit up with excitement: "Thank you, Brother Zhang."

He immediately fixed his gaze on the middle disciple: "That one's perfect!"

"She'll be a blast to play with!"

The others grinned wickedly as well.

Zhang Yundian calmly patted Ting Feng's back.

"Leave the middle one."

"Kill the other two."

Ting Feng didn't move,

its grotesque and massive head scanning the surroundings cautiously.

Zhang Yundian's expression changed slightly. He immediately gripped the hilt of his sword and issued a low command:

"Stay alert!"

The others hadn't yet reacted,

when a crimson, blood-colored sphere suddenly dropped from the space above, rolling into their midst.

With just one glance, Zhang Yundian's face turned pale: "The Great Yin Sect's Fragrant Corpse Pills!"

"Caref—"

Pff—

But it was already too late.

The Fragrant Corpse Pills exploded instantly, unleashing a thick cloud of blood mist that enveloped Ting Feng and everyone on its back.

The Core Formation Eighth Layer martial artists fainted immediately.

The Ninth Layer martial artists staggered and swayed.

Even the ferocious beast at Ninth Layer Perfection of Core Formation wobbled uncontrollably.

Its body tilted,

and four unconscious Ninth Layer martial artists slid off, plummeting thousands of feet.

"No!"

Zhang Yundian screamed, barely managing to grab one of the Ninth Layer martial artists beside him.

He shouted urgently, "Ting Feng, descend to the ground now!"

Flying high had been their method to avoid pursuit,

but now it had become their fatal flaw.

Simultaneously, he raised his sword and scanned his surroundings, shouting, "Who's skulking around?"

"Come out if you dare!"

His heart pounded furiously.

Could it be the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion Master or the Sky Demon Emperor discovering them?

He shook his head immediately.

If it were truly them, why act stealthily?

They could just emerge and kill them all with a flick of their fingers.

What responded to him was a misty, dreamlike voice, as if from afar yet close at hand:

"The heavens hold nine stars, the earth nine palaces."

"I hold a hundred knots, with myriad spirits at my call."

"Three corpses concealed, five organs circulating."

Already affected by the Fragrant Corpse Pills,

the group couldn't withstand the Forget God Spell.

The Ninth Layer martial artists all fell unconscious.

Ting Feng swayed further.

Zhang Yundian's heart nearly jumped out of his chest as he screamed, "Stop! Stop!!"

"We can talk, we can talk!"

"We… We are disciples of the Outer Realm Divine Sect."

"If we die here, it would cause substantial trouble for your domain."

"You should understand the implications."

"If you don't, please summon your elders to discuss—"

Jiang Fan responded with an expressionless incantation:

"Three fields and four limbs, breathe and guard within."

"Dragon Tiger Bagua waits for my divine visage."

"Ghosts, demons, myriad spirits—heed Mo Gan Zhen Guan."

At this point,

Zhang Yundian could no longer endure, stumbling helplessly.

The little consciousness he had left was due to Ting Feng fainting beneath him,

its massive form plummeting uncontrollably like a kite with a snapped string toward the earth.

The intense sensation of free-fall kept him clinging to his last shred of awareness.

On the ground below,

Ji Ruyue had shed her usual flirtatious, seductive attire.

She was garbed in a peach-colored, round-collared palace gown,

appearing far more dignified and composed compared to her usual charm.

Behind her, a young junior sister sized up her figure, teasing:

"Senior Sister Ji, you're dressed so conservatively—how am I supposed to admire your slender legs?"

Another chimed in with a mischievous grin: "Exactly, I didn't even get to touch that slim waist of yours yet."

Ji Ruyue turned and glared at them.

"Admire yourselves, touch yourselves—don't bother me about my attire!"

One junior sister clicked her tongue and chuckled: "Oh my, my, it's no wonder you were saved by Junior Brother Jiang as a damsel in distress."

"Now you've got a reputation to uphold."

"Your clothing is getting more modest by the day."

"Afraid Junior Brother Jiang might pop up one day, see you dressed skimpily again, and find it distasteful."