The girl felt even worse, as if she had suffered a terrible nightmare, feeling a knife stirring in her mind while blood dripped continuously from her nostrils.
She still didn’t ask why Meng Yu had made that cut.
"Young brother, may I ask, what was the reasoning behind that cut just now?"
A blue-robed elder appeared silently near Meng Yu, his demeanor kind as he questioned Meng Yu.
Meng Yu glanced at him without even lifting his eyelids.
Who are you, and why do you think you are worthy of speaking to me? Is it because you’re ugly?
The elder was stunned for a moment as the aura of his Golden Core released.
"I am..."
Meng Yu did not pay him any mind; he did not even glance at him.
So what if you’re a Golden Core, thinking you can just mooch off others’ cultivation techniques and insights?
The corners of the elder’s mouth twitched. As a Golden Core Master, his observation of Meng Yu’s actions had been out of mere interest. He had followed him, wishing to make acquaintance with a Liuyun Sword Sect’s Golden Core practitioner.
The reason he showed himself was that he could not comprehend that single cut.
As a disciple from a well-known orthodox sect in the Central Plains who had achieved the Golden Pill of Achievement and roamed the lands with his sword, there was little he had not seen, including all manner of strange and mysterious methods from all corners of the world. However, he could not decipher the meaning behind the recent cut at all.
It had only left him feeling somewhat frightened.
This was intriguing.
But suddenly, he felt a chilling sensation.
It seemed, just for a moment, he had forgotten something..., and...
Yes, when the young man made that cut, he had glanced towards him disdainfully, and he could understand that look—the young man must have thought that a Golden Core from the Eternal Night Palace was ambushing nearby!
And yet, he had made that cut!
His next cut was intended for the Golden Core; he was not at all afraid of the Golden Core. Moreover, perhaps his probing had been a mistake, leading to such decisive action from the other party.
...
Meanwhile, twenty-one people dejectedly headed towards Drunk Courtyard. Failing to complete the orders from above was not a major issue; they could always finish it later. What disturbed their spirits was why they couldn’t muster any will to oppose that person.
Twenty people continued forward, soon turning onto a street; the last one had become a dried-up husk lying in an alley.
Nineteen people walked down the busy street, the garb of the Eternal Night Palace filling them with pride; in this city, they were the masters.
Eighteen continued onward; however, why did everyone look at themselves—the remaining seventeen—with faces of horrified bewilderment, retreating in panic?
Sixteen people now, their minds muddled, unable to remember much, only that they needed to head towards Drunk Courtyard… Their expressions blank as they walked, their fingers, ears, arms... kept falling off, as if something inside was sucking their blood and flesh.
Fifteen continued forward, passing one shop after another, encountering person after person. Some were very familiar, shouting loudly at them and even reaching out to grab them, but they couldn’t bother with them.
Invisible red glows like silk threads linked the fourteen people, forming a vast invisible net, and they were the fish caught within it.
But none of that mattered anymore, they couldn’t recall anything, driven by a single thought to keep moving forward, endlessly forward, to Drunk... no, towards a place they would rather die than miss.
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This park-like place was well-landscaped, with shady trees and gardens. Meng Yu walked beside Qin Ningxue, watching her struggle.
From a distance, noisy sounds emerged as various people shouted.
If someone had been looking from the sky at that moment, they would have seen a strange squad moving toward them.
It was a skeleton-like squad, marching on the main streets of Sleepless City.
Being the largest city in the northwest region, the city was no stranger to bizarre events. whether it involved demons, ghosts, or cruel methods... but the current situation was truly unprecedented.
Sleepless City was open to all for business, but the Eternal Night Palace was the real ruler of the city. Its disciples, dressed in the palace’s attire, were usually the center of attention.
Especially today.
Twenty people came out of an alley onto the main road and caused a sensation. The disciples of the Eternal Night Palace walked woodenly like puppets, with parts of their bodies continuously falling off.
Fingers, ears, forearms... it was like trees shedding their leaves in winter, except these disciples of Foundation Establishment and Qi Cultivation didn’t seem to mind at all. They kept moving forward even as parts of their bodies fell off.
There was no blood, the fallen limbs turned into dry powder upon hitting the ground, and there was no screaming. These people seemed to feel nothing as they walked on hazily— even when heads fell to the ground, they continued moving forward resolutely without hesitation.
Those who saw it felt a profound horror!
Some shouted out loudly that this was the Death Demon Sect, the most eerie of the Ten Great Demon Sects, known for controlling the dead to walk. Some said demons had come to Sleepless City, lurking within the bodies of about ten people, but others cried out about a terrifying presence, the Blood Demon Sect, Blood Transmutation Divine Saber.
The authentic alarming secret art of the Blood Demon Sect.
It was an extremely bizarre cultivation technique. Within the realm of Foundation Establishment, there were no equals. Even Golden Core Experts faced wounds that couldn’t heal if they were struck by the blade, and even those of Nascent Soul True Sage had their cultivation destroyed by the Blood Transmutation Divine Saber. Moreover, experts of the Blood Demon Sect had dyed thousands of miles with blood using the Blade.
About forty or fifty years ago, a true disciple of the Blood Demon Sect had dominated the world. Fortunately, he was slain by Song Wuqiu with the Divine Sword, but when this true disciple passed through Sleepless City, he left behind a horrifying memory.
Look at these thirteen people now, currently the twelve who are still standing, their condition was too horrifying.
Each of them was missing arms, hands, legs, or even half a head, yet their steps remained stable as if some terrifying thing was fostering within them. It was an indescribable brutality and bloodiness. Those who had cultivated spiritual vision saw threads of blood entangling these eleven people.
It was like blood vessels, forming a net, linking these ten people into an indescribable eerie existence.
They kept moving forward, finally arriving in front of an open space.
Meng Yu, sitting on a stone chair, and the pale-faced Qin Ningxue, were particularly conspicuous.
"I was just passing by, passing by; this has nothing to do with me,"
The man in green robes was quick to declare his stance upon seeing the nine approaching people, feeling utterly shaken.
Even though one person right in front of him suddenly fell apart, the remaining eight, all bizarrely shaped and variously mutilated, remained connected by increasingly thick bloodlines, yet exuded not an ounce of evil aura.
Something very strange was cultivating among these eight people.
It wasn’t poison, nor was it a Gu, demon, or ghost. Under the scorching sun, in the world of humans, these seven people had arrived here, though they had long been dead.
"Cao Defang, did you do this?"
The speaker was the well-mannered Foundation Establishment from yesterday’s city lord’s house. His expression twisted with shock. As someone who had been part of this affair from the start, he had never imagined that Cao Defang was actually a high disciple of the Blood Demon Sect, no, a true disciple!
One slash, that was bizarrely terrifying, and then it all turned into this!
All the way, he had piloted the Flying Boat along with everyone, witnessing everything that had happened. He had reported several times to the Golden Core Master that Cao Defang was a true disciple of the Blood Demon Sect, truly a Saint Heir!
The thing on his back was definitely a Divine Weapon of the Blood Demon Sect!
The Blood Demon Sect had really arrived in Sleepless City.