Master’s Plan to Revitalize the Demon Sect with Beautiful Girls - Chapter 56



Chapter 56: The One Who Should Leave Is You

He Youzhou looked at the corpse of the white-bearded old man, falling into deep thought.

It seemed that he really had to leave.

Because he accidentally discovered that this person was the head of the Qingshan Sect.

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. Logically, a sect leader shouldn’t be so lacking in insight.

Last time, the elders of the Qingshan Sect knew they couldn’t beat him, so they ran away quickly.

This sect leader knew he couldn’t beat his elder brother, yet he still insisted on a head-on confrontation. Wasn’t this courting death?

He Youzhou patted his sword, “But you still did well.”

Speaking of which, he hadn’t used this sword properly for a long time.

Even when hunting beasts to earn food money, he would slack off in the back, and most of the time, it was just Chisato sweeping the entire field alone.

This time, it could be said that the Iron Sword rarely made an appearance.

He wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but He Youzhou felt that the sword seemed to tremble happily.

Trembling was one thing, but why did he feel it was a happy tremble?

He thought he might be hallucinating due to the exhaustion from several consecutive days of competition.

“No, I need to find Chisato and Yulan.” He Youzhou had to run, and he had to take his disciples with him.

Running away alone, what kind of master would that be? He was determined to be a responsible and good master.

“Hmm… The range of these mountains is full of the malice of the Heavenly Dao.” He Youzhou looked up at the clear sky and murmured.

To others, the sky seemed normal, but He Youzhou could see the overwhelming malice within it.

There are evil deeds in the human world, and there is malice in the Heavenly Dao.

If it weren’t for the fact that this malice would randomly affect innocent people, He Youzhou wouldn’t bother to care.

He Youzhou strapped the Iron Sword to his back, tucked his hands into his sleeves, and hummed an inexplicable tune as he leisurely walked in a certain direction.

He had to take advantage of the current leisure to relax a bit.

Otherwise, he figured he wouldn’t be able to be so carefree later.

The two good disciples He Youzhou was muttering about were now near a farmhouse.

Chisato looked at the farmhouse in front of her, where flies were buzzing everywhere, her face as calm as water. “Yulan, it seems this is the place.”

Due to a faint connection between Yulan and Wan Ruicai, Yulan easily found this farmhouse.

Back then, Wan Ruicai could use this connection to determine if Yulan had exposed any secrets. Now, Yulan could use this connection to locate him.

“That guy has almost focused all the malice of the Heavenly Dao this time.” Chisato said.

No one knew what heinous deeds Wan Ruicai had done to attract the malice of the Heavenly Dao.

Chisato only felt that the farmhouse in front of her exuded a stench, a smell unique to twisted phenomena.

As they got closer to the farmhouse, they noticed it was much stranger than they had imagined.

The crops inside seemed to be forcibly connected by something, covered with blood-red crystals.

Every place with crystals seemed to have its vitality drained, turning a sickly dark black color.

Yulan’s breath hitched when she saw these things.

Seeing this scene with your own eyes would give you an inexplicable sense of dread.

No matter how detailed someone described it to Yulan, it would never be as horrifying as what she saw now.

The deeper they went, the more flies there were.

If they didn’t know this was a farmhouse, they would have thought it was a graveyard.

Chisato glanced around, “These things look too much like the corpse tree I saw at Wan Ruicai’s place last time.”

She suspected that another corpse tree had grown in this place, otherwise the surrounding environment wouldn’t have changed like this for no reason.

Although Chisato wasn’t very clear about the impact those corpse trees would have, her intuition told her that she couldn’t let such things grow wildly.

Last time it was the blood plague, who knows what will appear next time.

“Bang!” Chisato violently kicked open the tightly locked door of the farmhouse.

When the door was kicked open, the scene was different from when a normal door was kicked open. It was as soft and rotten as a piece of decayed wood, without any of the toughness that wood should have.

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And the moment the door was kicked open, a bizarre scene came into view.

A huge tree was growing inside the room, its roots and branches spreading everywhere.

But this tree looked like emaciated corpses entangled together, showing no signs of life that a plant should have.

And embedded in the trunk of this tree was a person.

Chisato recognized this person—he was Wan Ruicai.

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t that Wan Ruicai was embedded in the trunk, but rather that the tree had grown out of Wan Ruicai.

Growing from his neck were not only corpse trees but also several continuously moaning heads.

There was no sign of life in Wan Ruicai’s eyes, it seemed he had long been dead.

But he wasn’t the only one here, there was another man in front of the tree.

“Leave this place,” said the man guarding the corpse tree in a hoarse voice.

Beside him lay an unconscious woman.

“Are you the elder from Qingshan Sect?” Chisato immediately recognized the haggard man as Wan Zhu, and the one on the ground was Lin Qingxue.

“Witch, I’ll say it again, leave this place,” Wan Zhu said, “and pretend you didn’t see anything.”

Wan Zhu was now physically and mentally exhausted.

He didn’t know what had happened to his son, but he had realized that he couldn’t save him.

No matter how many times he cut off the things growing from Wan Ruicai, it was meaningless.

After a short while, those things would grow back again.

Each time he cut them off, it only caused his child immense pain.

Eventually, he stopped, because he couldn’t bear to do it anymore.

Wan Ruicai initially howled in pain, begging him for help, but later, Wan Ruicai’s voice gradually faded.

Now, Wan Ruicai wouldn’t say a word.

Wan Zhu looked at his child, his heart filled with immense despair.

Wan Ruicai seemed to be alive, yet also seemed to be dead.

Watching his only child gradually turn into this, Wan Zhu was deeply engulfed in despair.

What on earth should he do to save his child?

He had repeatedly claimed that he would cure his son, but in the end, he could do nothing.

Now, as a father, there was only one thing left for him to do – to protect his child.

“Impossible.” Tomoyo coldly rejected Manzhu’s request, “I am here to destroy this tree.”

Tomoyo’s voice was extremely cold, every word filled with ruthlessness, “He only got what he deserved.”

“If this tree continues to grow, it will only cause a great disaster.” She said, “The ones who should leave here are not us, but you.”