Chapter 89: Chapter 89

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“Heh heh, just a Nascent Soul Stage, nothing to be afraid of, believe in Liangchen, he will take you flying.”

Li Xiaobai quickly took an inventory and stripped off all the valuables from the Evil Cultivator, stashing them away. His own accumulated wealth had become an ocean, only lacking conversion into Spirit Stones.

He casually picked up a broken sword and with his Sword Qi, wrote a few big characters on the ground.

“The killer is none other than Zhang Rui.”

“Zhang Rui always likes to pick on those who think highly of their own strengths. If you feel like you can play with Zhang Rui, he wouldn’t mind having a little fun with you.”

The same old trick, when you’re adrift in the jianghu, better save your own skin under a pseudonym.

No choice but to let Zhang Rui carry the big basket of trouble; what can you do when he’s the only enemy you know?

Sorry, brother, you must survive, so we can have more fun in the days to come!

“Boss Ye actually has such strength; indeed, none who are recruited by the Holy Demon Sect as true disciples are mediocre!”

“Yes, and Boss Ye is caring and righteous. Despite his strength, he did not think of leaving alone and instead confronted the Evil Cultivator for us—a true hero indeed!”

“Compared to him, Xia Jian and Wang Ruoxian are simply vile, all pretense and no substance. I can’t believe I once thought of fawning over them; truly selfish and despicable characters!”

“But with Xia Liu and Xia Chuan gone, how are we going to explain to the Xia Family afterwards…”

“Explain my ass, their deaths were well-deserved. In my opinion, it’s a real pity that Xia Jian and Miss Wang didn’t die. When we see the Xia Family Head, we should be the ones demanding an explanation!”

The cultivators steadied their hearts and calmed their excited emotions. The series of events just now had truly given them a thrill.

Li Xiaobai laughed heartily, “My friends, as fellow cultivators of Ancient Moon City, we should remain united, sharing both the good times and the bad. This way, no one will dare to bully us.”

“Yes, yes…”

“Thank you, Boss Ye…”

“From now on, I’ll follow Boss Ye…”

The cultivators were tearfully grateful. They may be debauched, but they knew this was an enormous favor.

“Thank you all, let’s get going!”

Li Xiaobai opened the car door, climbed inside, and with a push of the accelerator, the heavy truck roared off into the distance.

In the passenger seat, both Ergouzi and Ji Wuqing had also calmed down. The might of the big truck had left them shaking in their boots, the cold and ruthless atmosphere chilling them to the bone.

They’d thought it was just a means of transportation, but never expected it to be a killing machine as well.

“Kid, your performance just now wasn’t bad, almost on par with the power of Lord Ergouzi himself. You didn’t embarrass me.”

Ergouzi stretched out a paw, patting Li Xiaobai on the shoulder with a grin on his face.

“Indeed not bad, barely matching a single phoenix feather of mine. As a human, you’re pretty good,” Ji Wuqing added, nodding slightly and speaking indifferently.

Li Xiaobai was unable to hold back his irritation—these two weren’t much use at all, just better at talking big, truly grandmasters of lip service.

With a fierce turn of the steering wheel, he sent both the chicken and dog rocking back and forth, making them sit tight.

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At the same time, at the entrance of the Holy Demon Sect, hundreds of male and female cultivators were gathered there, buzzing with discussion.

“Look, that’s Immortal Qin Lan from Little Bamboo Peak, she’s actually come too!”

“Truly divine beauty, that figure, that bearing—she’s a goddess!”

“It’s said that Immortal Qin Lan caught the eye of some genius in Central Province and went to cultivate there; unexpected that she would appear here.”

“Isn’t that the madman Sibeiyu Sanbian over there? Rumor has it he’s adept in whip arts, once lashed a river in half with a single whip, and even holds a place on the rankings!”

“Who would’ve thought that we, the last batch of true disciples to arrive, would have the chance to see so many outstanding talents!”

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Qin Lan’s eyes flashed with disdain; being praised by this trash didn’t make her happy at all.

“Miss, these lowly people even dare to discuss you; it’s a stain on your ears. Let me teach them a lesson,”

the maid beside her said angrily, drawing the sword from her waist and ready to step forward.

“Forget it. There’s no need to lower ourselves to the level of the vulgar. Don’t shed your dignity over them,” Qin Lan stopped the maid’s action.

“Miss is right, it was the servant’s impulsiveness,” the maid admitted.

“Brother Yu, what do you think about this sect entrance test?”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Qin Lan tilted her head, smiling at the man beside her who was resting with his eyes closed. Among all the people present, he was the only one who caught her eye, a well-known powerful figure.

“With my eyes.”

The man’s face twitched along the ferocious scar, his words stiff, clearly not interested in engaging with her.

“Brother Yu, you’re here for that spot as well, aren’t you? If you and I join forces, we’re sure to secure a place,” Qin Lan suggested with an enchanting smile.

“You think you’re worthy?”

The man snorted with laughter, touched the whip on his waist and walked away, never opening his eyes to look at her from beginning to end.

A shadow crossed Qin Lan’s eyes.

“This Yu Sanbian is too arrogant. Miss, you are the partner of a True Disciple of the Xingtian Sect from Central Province, and he didn’t even open his eyes to pay respect to you. What ingratitude!”

There was a flash of murderous intent in the maid’s eyes.

Rumors say that Yu Sanbian had previously gone to the Western Desert and had not opened his eyes since returning. Some say he received a Monk’s legacy and is practicing Great Divine Skills; others say he provoked someone he shouldn’t have and had his eyes destroyed.

“This man has always been arrogant, not respecting heaven and earth, nor paying homage to teachers. I thought of giving him a chance but seeing how things are, if he can’t be of use to me, he can only be destroyed,” Qin Lan concluded.

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Li Xiaobai drove the carriage smoothly; the road was tranquil, save for the occasional Demonic Beast challenging the monstrous vehicle.

Ergouzi sat beside him, covetously eyeing the steering wheel, always trying to scratch at it with his paws.

Even after giving him a Pudong Rooster, turning him into a mount seemed impossible.

The truck journeyed steadily along the official road, through mountain ranges, and arrived at the entrance of the Holy Demon Sect.

By now, quite a few people had already gathered there.

The rumbling noise immediately drew the attention of many cultivators below the cliff.

In just an instant, more than half of the disciples turned pale. The monstrous appearance of the truck was too terrifying.

The blood on the tires hadn’t dried; there were even arms hanging from the edges of the vehicle, looking as if it had come out of Hell, causing everyone to feel nauseous.

Who was this prodigy with such a terrifying conveyance?

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived,”

Li Xiaobai opened the door and signaled for everyone to get off.

In front of them, the Holy Demon Sect’s entrance was not an actual door but a cliff. Carved in the middle of the cliff was the Holy Demon Sect in three golden characters, with the charm of Dao flowing around them, containing the universe.

The passengers from the truck were also somewhat puzzled, not knowing how to enter the Holy Demon Sect.

“This is the Holy Demon Sect indeed, truly magnificent!”

“Worthy of a great sect, this mountaintop shrouded in fairy mist and the characters on the cliff couldn’t have been created by any mundane entity,” they exclaimed.

“Indeed, but besides a cliff, there is no sect gate. How are we supposed to enter?”

“And why are all those disciples looking at us?”

Li Ya looked around and said, “Boss Ye, I’ll go and gather some information.”