Chapter 133
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Chapter 133: The Grand Gathering of the Hongmo Sect
During this period, Chef Zhao and Huo Qiniang had been feeling rather unfortunate.
No, “unfortunate” wasn’t even the right term; it was more like they had survived countless life-and-death experiences, fully exposed to the deceit between practitioners.
They initially had enough food in hand, plus with Li Hui not having returned, they thought they could save some and last a good while. The problem arose when Chef Zhao, in a fit of kindness, decided to rescue a female cultivator.
Fine! Chef Zhao later admitted he had some ulterior motives, since the woman was quite sweet on the eyes. However, this female cultivator turned on him the next day and sold him out. If Huo Qiniang hadn’t rushed back in anger to rescue him, his hearty flesh would have been ground into blood and mud.
Despite their efforts to save, after losing more than half their food and increasing their physical exertion by fighting and fleeing, the two couldn’t last twenty days and found themselves with bloodshot eyes, resorting to robbery. In the end, they failed to rob anyone and ended up getting robbed instead, losing their last bit of food along with their bag of treasures.
If it weren’t for their luck in stumbling upon a clash between two groups of practitioners, they wouldn’t have survived to this day.
But at this moment, they truly had nothing to eat, and hunger struck hard. The two looked at each other with bloodshot eyes, drool unknowingly escaping from the corners of their mouths, their gazes sometimes clear and sometimes dazed.
“Qiniang, I’m sorry for dragging you and the Young Master into this. I thought having food meant I could sleep with that female cultivator. Turns out I’m just a pig, a hopeless pig I can’t even deny,” Chef Zhao picked up his vegetable knife with a bitter smile. “I can last seven or eight days with this meat; save it a bit, and the Young Master might just return.”
“Haha!” Huo Qiniang chuckled sadly, wiping the drool from her mouth. “Of course, you’re a jerk. Truth be told, I didn’t really want to rescue you; I even thought about taking you out. But in this cursed place, besides you and the Young Master, who can I trust as a weak woman? Heh, as for eating your fat flesh, let’s forget it. It’s too tough and too fatty; I couldn’t possibly want it!”
“It’s alright! My cooking skills are top-notch. If the meat is too tough, I can cut it into thin slices. If it’s too fatty, I’ll just cut the lean parts. Qiniang, let me make you one last meal; you’re even prettier than that female cultivator!” The Fatty tightened his grip on the vegetable knife, and in a flash, sliced off a large piece of flesh from his left side.
“Fatty!” Qiniang shouted.
“Come on! Just cut it thinly; it’ll definitely have some chew to it!” The Fatty swung the knife, and the blade glinted as he sliced the meat into thin strips, which floated down like leaves, neatly piled onto the flat knife.
“My skills haven’t deteriorated; let’s go again!” The Fatty sliced again, wanting to cut himself into thin slices to help Qiniang stock up on food while he was still clear-headed.
“Fatty, stop! If you die, I won’t live either!” Huo Qiniang cried, rushing over; no man had ever done this for her. If death was the outcome, then so be it! Dying with the Fatty made her happy!
As the two embraced, they suddenly heard someone speaking behind them: “That’s enough! Just stop there!”
Li Hui and a handsome young man stepped out of the shadows, the handsome man raised an eyebrow and said to Li Hui, “Would you go this far for your beloved woman? Would your beloved woman sacrifice herself for you?”
“Sister Yue, I’m only eighteen years old! Although one shouldn’t be frivolous in youth, I’m still too green. Give me a few more years to cultivate, and I’ll ensure my beloved woman won’t suffer,” Li Hui carefully replied. This sister was a Late Condense Essence practitioner who took only half an hour to return from the secret path to the Blood Phantasm Maze; that was extremely fast! According to records, she seemed even more skilled than those in the Bosa realm!
“Hmph! You only avoid questions! In my eyes, you’re not even as good as that Fatty,” the handsome man scoffed, deep sorrow hiding in his eyes.
“Okay, okay! I’m not as good as the Fatty!” Li Hui felt a headache coming on. After the Golden Bead swallowed the silver snake bracelet and spat out a large amount of golden light, it seemed there was no way to shield his spiritual sense anymore. He had thought himself invisible under his spiritual sense! Instead, it was just self-deception, right on the target’s point.
“Master!” Zhao the Fatty and Huo Qiniang couldn’t believe their eyes as they saw Li Hui flick his fingers, sending out two palm-sized spirit talismans that instantly transformed into red light imprinted on them.
Their organs began to rattle, and they felt an urgent need to relieve themselves!
Li Hui tossed a bottle of alchemy towards the Fatty and said, “Quick! Take the medicine to heal. Next time, you need to find a way to be more tragic! From today on, if you dare let Qiniang down, I’ll turn you into meat slices.”
The Fatty trembled in fear, enduring the pain as he ran off to relieve himself.
Li Hui’s words were purely to pique Qian Qiu Yue’s interest. Having interacted with many Female Cultivators at the Jade Symbol Sect, he was almost a friend to them. Just the fact that this seemingly good woman chose to dress as a man demonstrated she transformed from needing protection to self-protection. Otherwise, with her Late Condense Essence cultivation being comparable to those in the Bosa realm, would she care about wearing women’s clothing?
Thinking this way, he could categorize this sister as someone to pity. She had either been abandoned by a man or faced conflicts between reality and ideals, hoping for perfect love but not receiving it.
Qian Qiu Yue, indeed following Li Hui’s line of thought, threw a long sword artifact to Huo Qiniang, saying, “Women should be self-reliant. Never place your hopes on men because you never know when they are reliable or when they aren’t. Here, take this long sword; it’s better to be prepared than to be unarmed.”
Alright! Li Hui knew that all the female practitioners entering Guangxiao Temple were fierce women, without exception!
As long as he found Chef Zhao and Huo Qiniang, the Cleansing Blood Talisman would be sufficient to counter the blood energy in the Blood Phantasm Maze, and a few Spirit-Forbidding Pills could last for a month.
At that moment, in the center of the Little Thousand Worlds, a grand gathering was taking place, with high-level demon cultivators rarely seen from the Hongmo Sect arriving in droves.
Countless blood banners flapped in the wind, hundreds of treasure banners piled high, and dozens of skeletal frames assembled in an uncountable number! There were thousands of Condense Essence Stage disciples alone, and they were merely the Inner Sect Disciples, who had to reach the Bosa stage before they could become true disciples.
It’s important to note that the Jade Symbol Sect only had nine true disciples at the Condense Essence Stage, with only a few dozen Condense Essence Stage disciples overall, who had just hung around long enough to make it, which was not even in comparison to the Hongmo Sect.
“Luo Tianyuan, the ancestor, is here!”
“Qiu Tiange, the ancestor, is here!”
“Mu Tianling, the ancestor, is here!”
Down below, tables extending in a fan shape attracted whispers among the disciples: “It’s our Sect’s Ancestor Hongfa returning! Could it be that the rumors from two years ago…”
“Indeed, the rumors should be true; this time is different from past gatherings!”
“Hmph, many wolves and not enough meat! I heard the Corpse Island captured quite a few practitioners this time, and they even got some from the White Sea’s All-Manifestation Realm, seemingly coinciding with several small sects going to war, sending signals to send one coastal market. Over the years, supervision from the Great Xia has been lax, allowing for the possibility of establishing several more markets. Even so, splitting them would still leave us with very little Slave Cultivators.”
“I heard those true disciples have secured five hundred inner voids, not allowing us Inner Sect practitioners to lay a hand, and it was stated that they could use magic tools to discern spiritual energy. This would make competition even fiercer; secretly, some disciples have already started trading, making it impossible for others to breathe. I’m willing to offer fifty top-tier artifacts in exchange for ten early Condense Essence Slave Cultivators!”
“Haha! Fifty top-tier artifacts to trade for just ten early Condense Essence? Have you gone mad? Fifty top-tier magical items might be more feasible; whoever is willing to trade can give me the spots…”
