Master’s Plan to Revitalize the Demon Sect with Beautiful Girls - Chapter 62



Chapter 62: The Long-Awaited Unsheathing

Youlan saw that the Fiends were attracted to her, and she felt a little relieved.

In this way, at least her Senior Sister could be safe.

Next, she had to consider her own safety.

She urged her spiritual energy, suddenly increasing her speed to a new level.

But the Fiends, though they looked clumsy, were not slow.

At least for Youlan, a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage, their speed was unimaginable.

Two of the split-off fierce gods slowly walked towards Youlan, while the other one leaped directly.

The leaping fierce god’s avatar suddenly disappeared in mid-air, as if swallowed by a black hole.

The next moment, the space beside Youlan twisted, and the fierce god’s avatar emerged from the rippling space, stomping towards her.

Perhaps the fierce god would indeed be quite slow if it ran, but as an “immortal,” it naturally possessed extraordinary abilities.

This single action alone surpassed most of the escape techniques among cultivators.

Youlan never expected the fierce god to appear beside her in this manner and could only clumsily deploy her defenses.

Unfortunately, even Zhishi couldn’t withstand a blow from the fierce god, let alone a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator like her.

“Boom!” The fierce god’s avatar landed heavily beside Youlan, causing an earthquake.

Meanwhile, the other two fierce god avatars in the distance simultaneously stomped the ground, shattering it directly.

The distant White City, far from this farm, also felt the strong aftershocks, and some unstable buildings collapsed directly.

Youlan was thrown into the air, her internal organs feeling as if they were being crushed.

Her mind went blank, and in this dazed moment, she vaguely understood many things she had previously thought were alarmist.

She was first shaken into the sky, then fell powerlessly like a kite with a broken string.

At this moment, she felt closer to death than ever before.

This feeling, she had only experienced before when soaked in the blood pool.

How annoying, she had finally avenged Wan Rui and thought she could forget that painful experience and erase the shadow in her heart.

Unexpectedly, she now had to add a new shadow.

However, it seemed that adding this shadow of death didn’t matter, as she would be trampled by those monsters if she fell.

But she waited for a long time, until the whistling sound of the airflow in her ears disappeared, and still didn’t feel the sensation of landing.

Instead, she felt a warmth.

“Looks like I arrived just in time.” A lazy voice reached her ears.

Youlan stared blankly at the person in front of her, her face full of disbelief, “Master?”

“Take a good look, this is the product of the extreme malice of the Heavenly Dao.”

“Called an immortal, but actually an evil god.”

He Youzhou patted the dust off Youlan’s face and clothes, speaking calmly.

“Master, those guys…” Youlan wanted to remind her master to be careful of the three monsters, but her voice stopped abruptly as she looked over.

The feet of the three fierce gods were pinned to the ground by countless sword shadows, unable to lift their feet, only raging helplessly in place.

“Hide yourself.” He Youzhou said casually, “Fortunately, this level of immortals isn’t enough to make me tell you to collect my corpse.”

“Master, be careful.” Youlan couldn’t help but say one more thing.

“Don’t worry, it’s not the first time.” He Youzhou waved his hand, looking completely relaxed.

For the first time, Youlan felt that He Youzhou’s lazy figure was incredibly reliable.

At this moment, she began to believe that everything she saw when she first obtained the cultivation method was not an illusion.

To her, He Youzhou was a nearly insurmountable mountain.

“I didn’t expect to arrive earlier than those cultivators from Baicheng,” He Youzhou said with a sigh, while holding the iron sword horizontally in front of him.

Previously, due to his regression in cultivation, He Youzhou couldn’t travel quickly and always arrived late at the scene.

To solve this problem, he developed a powerful divine sense, allowing him to set off early.

However, it seems that he has now solved this problem. No, it should be said that his sword has solved this problem.

He Youzhou couldn’t control the sword with his mind, but as long as the sword could fly by itself, there was no problem—though it was a bit unstable.

“Clang!!!!!!” Suddenly, the sword shadows pinning down the fierce gods shattered.

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The fierce gods charged directly at He Youzhou, the most conspicuous target.

Cultivators might misjudge He Youzhou’s cultivation level, but the immortals formed by the malice of the Heavenly Dao would not make such a mistake.

They could sense a great threat from He Youzhou.

“It’s been a long time since I could draw my sword,” He Youzhou muttered to himself as he watched the fierce gods leap into the air and disappear into space.

It had been more than a decade since he last demonstrated his skills in front of Zhishi.

He gently drew the blade from its sheath, the crisp sound echoing on the shattered ground.

Even before the blade was fully unsheathed, the surrounding air pressure seemed to drop significantly, giving a sense of oppression.

He poured all his cultivation into the sword in his hand. The sword was his foundation, the sword was his entire path of cultivation.

“Clang——” It was just a simple action of drawing the blade, but it gave the illusion that the heavens were trembling.

In the past, He Youzhou had cultivated for three hundred years, just a step away from the Mahayana stage.

Today, He Youzhou was in the Foundation Establishment stage, holding a mortal sword.

“Come out,” He Youzhou chanted, swinging the iron sword in his hand.

With each resonance of the unsheathed sword, the malice of the Heavenly Dao dissipated a little.

With one slash, the three fierce gods hiding in space were completely shattered, leaving a pile of corpses on the ground.

However, just like before, the struck fierce gods began to split into more of themselves.

They would only multiply the more they were killed, as if there was no solution.

The clustered fierce gods trampled frantically towards He Youzhou.

He Youzhou maintained his original stance, being forcefully pushed back hundreds of meters by the continuous impacts.

By the time the fierce gods stopped trampling, He Youzhou was already far from the original farm.

He Youzhou touched the blood at the corner of his mouth. Even with the protection of the sword, he was still injured.

However, this kind of injury was completely within his expectations.

Injured, he became calm instead. It was no easy feat to repel the deity formed by the malice of the Heavenly Dao.

If he hadn’t been injured, he would have thought he was facing a fake.

He first shook his sword blade, then walked with a composed stride towards the terrifying fiends that made one’s scalp tingle.

The sword seemed to be rejoicing.