Master’s Plan to Revitalize the Demon Sect with Beautiful Girls - Chapter 64



Chapter 64: Do Not Aim Too High

When the cultivators of Baicheng arrived late, the area around the farm was already a mess.

But this might be a good thing for them, after all, getting involved in the battle between He Youzhou and the malice of the Heavenly Dao at that time would have meant certain death for outsiders.

In this place where it was almost impossible for anyone to be alive, the cultivators saw Lin Qingxue holding Wanzhu.

But it was only her and Wanzhu, the few people from Tianyan Sect had long left.

Due to He Youzhou’s intentional or unintentional protection, she did not suffer any fatal injuries.

Under such protection, she witnessed a battle that surpassed her understanding.

She had heard of cultivators with sky-high cultivation, capable of shattering the heavens with their strength and painting a thousand autumns with a stroke.

But she felt that it couldn’t compare to what she had just seen.

She only felt that at that moment, she had become the enemy of the entire world, and any cultivator would probably feel the same.

This is the malice of the Heavenly Dao, a simple term.

She seemed to see the “sun,” and a sword that could cut through the sun.

That was true strength, absolute strength that could crush everything.

All the strength she had believed in before was illusory, not worth mentioning.

One sword could slay a fierce god, one sword could protect the common people.

“Hahahahahahahaha!” Suddenly, Lin Qingxue covered her face and laughed.

She laughed while tears streamed down her face.

Lin Qingxue felt that all her previous beliefs were absurdly wrong, she was an adorably ignorant cultivator.

Perhaps when He Youzhou said she was cute, he wasn’t talking about her appearance, but about her foolishness.

Heroine? Hero? No, that wasn’t important at all. What she should pursue was the kind of figure He Youzhou had.

She had practiced swordsmanship for over ten years, inhaled and exhaled spiritual energy for over ten years, all of it was meaningless.

Her vision was narrow, too narrow. Beyond this world, there was a greater world.

And her eyes had only seen the small White City. Even if she pretended not to be a frog at the bottom of a well, it was just pretending.

“Miss Lin, are you okay?” A cultivator saw Lin Qingxue and came to her side, only to hear her laughing as he approached.

This laughter was like that of a mad person, making the cultivator worry about Lin Qingxue’s mental state.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Lin Qingxue wiped her teary eyes and replied.

She hadn’t realized that so many cultivators had already arrived here.

Unfortunately, they had come too late.

No, Lin Qingxue suddenly felt that they had actually come at the right time. If they had arrived earlier, they would have been slaughtered by that fierce god.

“There are still some evil things around here that can cause blood plague, please clear them out.” Lin Qingxue said softly.

Her tone was excessively calm, even though she had been laughing like a mad person just moments before.

Lin Qingxue looked around and noticed that the blood-red crystals on the ground hadn’t disappeared yet, so she said, “My master and I are both exhausted and unable to deal with them. The rest is up to you.”

Although the cultivators didn’t know the specifics of what had happened, they began to remove the remaining corpse trees and the blood-red crystals covering the ground.

Lin Qingxue looked up deeply at the gray sky, not knowing what she was thinking.

The sound of the crystals being shattered gradually faded from her world.

Her mind was still incessantly replaying the battle that had just shaken her young soul.

“I always feel a bit of a chill.” He Youzhou, who was carrying Zhishi on his back, shivered and said.

“Master, you must be tired. Do you need to rest for a while?” Upon hearing this, Youlan wanted to share some of the burden with her master.

For example, she could carry the senior sister, allowing the master to relax a bit.

“No need, I think Zhishi would probably prefer me to carry her.” He Youzhou shook his head and said.

“That’s true.” Youlan couldn’t refute He Youzhou’s words.

Both she and He Youzhou were cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage, so they had no means of traveling quickly.

As for flying with a sword, He Youzhou rarely used it.

After all, if he wasn’t careful, he could fall off the sword.

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Ultimately, it was because the “sword control” wasn’t really him controlling the sword, but the sword itself flying.

Moreover, his iron sword couldn’t carry three people.

If his sword control was like Lin Qingxue’s, naturally, there would be no problem holding two people and taking off together—but unfortunately, it wasn’t.

Youlan followed behind He Youzhou, carefully observing him again and again.

This might be the first time Youlan had observed He Youzhou so seriously, as if she wanted to see through her master inside and out.

“Youlan, what are you peeking at your master for?” He Youzhou turned his head and looked at Youlan in confusion.

Youlan blushed at being asked such a question and quickly used her sleeve to cover her face.

“No, disciple is just a bit curious.” Youlan said guiltily.

“Curious about what?” He Youzhou felt he was quite normal and didn’t think there was anything worth being curious about.

“Master,” Youlan asked, “Disciple wants to know, when you faced the malice of the Heavenly Dao, did you really feel nothing?”

“What else could I feel? This thing isn’t rare.” He Youzhou said lightly, “It’s so common for cultivators to take cultivation pills, how could the malice of the Heavenly Dao not appear often?”

“But this is the first time disciple has seen it.” Youlan said with emotion.

He Youzhou tilted his head and looked at Youlan, “Fool, how old are you?”

“Disciple… disciple is not yet twenty…” Youlan said weakly.

Even so, when her master called her a fool, she felt a bit happy, thinking her master was quite cute when he scolded her.

“Life is only twenty years, the things you’ve seen are still not many, far from many.” He Youzhou said, shaking his head.

“And Zhishi, you should make a sound when you wake up.” He said.

He had long sensed that Zhishi had regained consciousness, but she had been pretending to sleep.

“I wanted to let master carry me a bit longer.” Zhishi said quietly, her tone sounding a bit like she was acting spoiled.

It’s hard to imagine such a stoic girl like Zhishi acting spoiled—but in fact, she often acted spoiled in front of He Youzhou.

“Even if you wake up, I won’t throw you down,” He Youzhou said irritably. “What do you take me for?”

“Mm.” Zhishi’s head gently leaned against He Youzhou’s back.

“You’ve worked hard, Zhishi,” He Youzhou suddenly said. “I was still a bit late in coming.”

“It’s okay,” Zhishi murmured. “It’s my fault for being useless, I couldn’t even hold Him back.”

“Really, don’t aim too high.” He Youzhou’s group of disciples still had a long way to go.