Chapter 90: The Ancestor’s Belated Rebellion (17)

Lou Xingluo kept watch outside, while several demonic beasts still lay on the ground, their condition uncertain.

Ling Qiong emerged from within, followed by disciples from Butterfly Mountain.

Seeing that there was still a young man outside, everyone was mildly surprised. And when they caught sight of Lou Xingluo's face, surprise gave way to admiration.

This young man was almost offensively handsome.

Lou Xingluo swept them with a glance and let his eyes rest on Ling Qiong. "Are these all disciples of Butterfly Mountain?"

"Mm-hm." Ling Qiong looked around, then waved a small hand. "Hurry up and leave. Someone will discover us soon enough."

Then she pointed at the demonic beasts on the ground, not quite clear whom she was instructing. "Throw these few inside."

After saying that, she took Lou Xingluo by the hand and left.

The disciples of Butterfly Mountain understood at once that those words had been meant for them.

"Senior Sister, should we kill them?" These demonic beasts were the ones who had harmed them...

The butterfly maiden narrowed her eyes and lowered her voice. "Deal with them all."

"Yes."

...

Butterfly Mountain was not tall, but it spread over a considerable area, with winding paths and many places to hide.

Led by the butterfly maiden, they were now in a cave that was fairly safe for the time being.

Ling Qiong did not concern herself with the other disciples' comings and goings, so the butterfly maiden had sent people to find a way down the mountain to report and seek help.

"What happened in your mountain?"

Faced with Ling Qiong's nosy gaze, the others looked at one another, but none of them spoke.

This was the devil herself...

Though it did seem that she had saved them.

But who knew what she was really plotting?

The cave fell utterly quiet, the air seeming to freeze into a heavy stillness.

In the end, it was the butterfly maiden who spoke up and explained everything.

After Ling Qiong left the Celestial Purity Sect, she vanished without a trace.

No one could catch up to her, so they had to return to the Celestial Purity Sect.

Upon returning, they discovered that many demonic beasts had escaped from the Demon Suppression Tower.

Because everyone had gone after Ling Qiong at the time, there were not many left behind. The beasts broke through the defenses and fled as well.

With the Celestial Purity Sect busy hunting those beasts, there was no time to entertain them.

The butterfly maiden took her people and left the Celestial Purity Sect.

Who would have thought that among the disciples she brought back, one had already been replaced by a demonic beast?

At first, no one noticed.

It was not until two days ago, when the beasts suddenly struck, that they realized it.

As for how the beasts had succeeded...

Butterfly Mountain lacked nothing except poison. The beasts had poisoned the water, rendering every disciple unable to use their spiritual power, and so they were all captured in one sweep.

Ling Qiong marveled, "You couldn't even detect your own poison?"

The butterfly maiden: "..."

That poison was colorless and odorless; it was impossible to notice.

Besides, they had all been wearing the faces of familiar fellow disciples. Who would have been on guard?

This also indirectly showed just how formidable Butterfly Mountain's poison truly was.

Outwitting others was nothing special; outwitting oneself was what made it impressive.

A very potent trick indeed.

If there was a chance, she should get some to play with.

Ling Qiong rolled her eyes. "So just how many demonic beasts escaped from the Demon Suppression Tower?"

What, did they even form a team?

The butterfly maiden leaned against the stone wall and let out a troubled breath. "Only one came out of the tower. The rest were beasts from the mainland. No one knows what method it used to gather them all."

The ability to impersonate others was unique to that beast.

But the skill was not restricted to only itself.

So it could also let other beasts replace the disciples.

...The beasts imprisoned in the Demon Suppression Tower were all those that had once ravaged the land and harmed humanity, bloodthirsty and savage.

That beast must have had some scheme in mind to be doing all this.

That was more or less the whole story.

...

The butterfly maiden still remembered Ling Qiong's purpose, so after explaining everything, she asked, "Who does Miss Yue need me to save?"

Ling Qiong pointed at the extraordinarily handsome young man beside her. "Him."

The butterfly maiden thought the young man looked oddly familiar, but could not remember where she had seen him before.

His face was far paler than that of an ordinary person, and spiritual energy churned weakly and chaotically within him.

The butterfly maiden asked Lou Xingluo to extend his hand.

After a moment, she withdrew her own and said, "The poison in him is very strange. I do not know what it is..."

Her explanation was even more detailed than Jiang He's.

The poison was powerful, but at present it was being suppressed in one place and had not yet spread. Once it began to spread, he would die very quickly.

As for how to cure it, the butterfly maiden admitted that her skill was insufficient.

She had never even encountered such poison. Even if she could study it out, there was no way she could do so in such a short time.

Ling Qiong: "..."

Then hadn't I run around for nothing?

Lou Xingluo pressed his lips together and said nothing, absentmindedly straightening his sleeves.

Ling Qiong glanced at Lou Xingluo, unable to bear seeing her darling looking like that, and asked sulkily, "Is there no other way?"

The butterfly maiden said, "My master should know. She is very experienced and well-traveled."

Ling Qiong: "..."

So that meant I still have to help you save your master?

After clearing out the little monsters, there's still a big boss waiting up ahead...

Heh.

Ling Qiong inhaled and held it in her cheeks puffed slightly as she fanned herself furiously.

So mad I could scream.

...

The disciple who had gone down the mountain for help happened to meet Yan Weishan of the Celestial Purity Sect halfway.

Upon hearing that Butterfly Mountain was in trouble, Yan Weishan immediately brought his disciples up the mountain to rescue them.

The disciple first led them to the place where they had hidden before, but no one was there.

His heart sank at once. "No good, that devil really had ill intentions!!"

Since the disciple had not mentioned this earlier, Yan Weishan had not known.

"What devil?"

"Yue Luozhu!" the disciple cried in panic. "She was with my senior sister and the others just now. Something must have happened to them!"

Yan Weishan's expression darkened instantly, his voice colder than before. "To the main hall."

The disciple did not dare delay and led Yan Weishan toward the main hall.

Before they even reached it, a thick stench of blood drifted down from above.

The disciple's face went white, and he looked toward the man behind him. "Immortal Venerable Weishan..."

"Go."

Outside the main hall was a circular plaza, used on ordinary days to gather the disciples for major assemblies.

At that moment, many people lay strewn across the plaza in disorder.

All of them wore the disciple robes of Butterfly Mountain.

At the center of the plaza, a little girl wielded a sword, slashing and cutting down all around her. Those who besieged her were struck by sword energy after only two or three moves and hurled to the ground.

This was the scene Yan Weishan saw upon arriving.

It was a complete one-sided slaughter.

When the last disciple fell, the little girl tossed aside the sword in her hand and turned around, facing directly toward Yan Weishan's direction.

Ling Qiong: "!!!!"

How was she to have known that the very moment she turned around, she would see this great Buddha, Yan Weishan? She stiffened for a full second.

Ahhh!!

Why had the male lead come here?

Should she run, or should she run?

"Yue Luozhu, where is my senior sister!" the disciple beside Yan Weishan shouted anxiously. "What have you done to them?"

Yan Weishan did not speak. The people on the ground were carrying demonic aura; they could not possibly be disciples of Butterfly Mountain.

She was not killing humans...

Ling Qiong rolled her eyes. "What could I possibly do to them?"

With that, she suddenly turned and ran into the main hall.

Her richly colored skirt swept through the air and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Her speed was so fast that they did not even have time to react.

Yan Weishan: "..."

Disciples of Butterfly Mountain: "..."

Yan Weishan and the disciple rushed after her.

The two had barely stepped into the main hall when they both stopped.

There were quite a few people inside, and the disciples of Butterfly Mountain were all standing there perfectly well.

Ling Qiong stood beside the young man, her cheeks slightly puffed, both hands held out for him to clean the blood splashed onto them.

The scene was a little strange.

A fairy has something to say:

Yan Weishan: It feels like I walked into the wrong theater.

Little fairy: No, not at all. It's because you didn't vote~