Chapter 741

Chapter 741: Sincerity

"Yes, but this meeting is quite unexpected," Ye Yun replied coldly. Having decided to eliminate his foes, he saw no need for false courtesy. He disdained underhanded tactics—if battle came, it would be fair.

"Brother Ye still holds grudges, I see." Mo Wenxian forced a smile. "My two friends argued over directions, so we chose the middle path. Never imagined we’d encounter you here."

"Call it fate," Ye Yun said dismissively. "No blame falls on you. I merely wonder how leisurely your journey’s been."

"We benefited greatly from Brother Ye clearing the path ahead." Mo Wenxian shifted uncomfortably, recognizing the implied accusation of freeloading—an undeniable truth.

"Don’t mistake courtesy for weakness!" Blood Robe snapped, crimson eyes narrowing. "We could claim both the Demon Abyss legacy and the Three Celestial Heavens if we wished!"

"Lazy scavengers making empty boasts," Shui Lingling retorted, glaring at the red-clad woman.

"Enough!" The girl behind Blood Robe stepped forward. "Since Mo Wenxian apologized, consider the matter closed."

"Shall we grovel in gratitude then?" Shui Yingying moved protectively beside her sister, voice icy.

"Gratitude’s always welcome," San Ying drawled, aligning with Blood Robe. Loyalty trumped truth for her.

"Seeking death so eagerly?" Blood Robe sneered at the twins. Her hand drifted toward her blade’s hilt.

"Enough!" Mo Wenxian’s shout froze both groups. His companions retreated reluctantly, hostility simmering.

"My friends lack manners. My apologies." Mo Wenxian clasped hands in formal salute.

Ye Yun shrugged. "Mine are equally spirited. Let’s focus on surviving the Food Spirit Bugs below—they’ll feast eagerly on innate spiritual bodies like ours."

"Beware the crimson-winged variants," Mo Wenxian warned. "Kill one, and we all perish. As goodwill…" He gestured his group forward.

"By all means." Ye Yun watched them advance. Letting Mo Wenxian lead cost nothing—and revealed much.

"Pointless mercy!" Blood Robe muttered. "Our weakest could slaughter their strongest."

"They’ll reach our level eventually." Mo Wenxian calmed her. "Talent differs little—only time."

"My Killing Immortal Classic recognizes no equals!" Blood Robe’s aura flared crimson. The Vicious Beast’s Head nearby darkened in response.

Shui Lingling coughed as blood-tainted energy slowed her spiritual flow. "Must you reek of slaughter?"

"Better than being bug-food," Blood Robe shot back before leaping into the chasm. "The Heavenly Immortal’s legacy is mine!"

Her team followed resignedly. They knew the signs—when Blood Robe’s eyes glowed rubies, only Mo Wenxian could curb her bloodlust.

‘This inheritance will fix everything.’ Blood Robe clung to that hope. The Blood Qi Lord’s methods might purge the flaw in her cultivation—the dangerous need for carnage to stabilize her mind.

Memories surfaced as she descended. Of first meeting Mo Wenxian—her the proud genius, him a lowly outer disciple. Of endless teasing met with unshakable kindness. Of realizing too late that the "annoying junior" trailing them had become both rival and…

"Focus!" She shook her head, scarlet tassels whipping. The Nine Palaces Killing Heaven incident flashed before her—Mo Wenxian bursting through Fifth Level Earth Immortal puppets to save her at Third Level. That day, his fury had kindled something deeper than gratitude.

Behind her, veteran fighters exchanged knowing looks. Their temperamental Senior Sister softened only when reminiscing. They’d followed her here despite certain danger—debts of honor demanded no less.

Many enjoyed Blood Robe’s patronage. Few would risk the Celestial-Demon battlefield to repay it. But for these warriors, her rough camaraderie and hidden generosity forged bonds stronger than sect edicts.

As blood-red spiritual light pierced the gloom below, two groups descended—one driven by cold pragmatism, the other by debts deeper than life itself. The Food Spirit Bugs stirred hungrily, sensing dual banquets approaching.