Chapter 227: Infiltration

Chen Fei restrained his aura and peeked through the broken wooden slats outside the window.

A group of black-clad men leaped into the courtyard.

“The bloodline barrier has been triggered! Chen Fei has been here!” As the voice fell, the group began scanning their surroundings, eyes sharp, looking for any lingering traces.

Hidden atop the roof, Chen Fei squinted his eyes.

These people were clearly after him. The term “bloodline barrier” alone made it clear that this had something to do with his body.

Even though the clues were right before his eyes, Chen Fei didn’t make a move. He remained hidden patiently.

He had already sensed the aura of demonic cultivators rapidly approaching.

“Demonic cultivators!” Chen Fei was also curious why they had appeared here at such a coincidental moment.

In the courtyard, the black-clad men who had been searching also seemed to have noticed the approaching demonic cultivators. They quickly gathered around their leader.

“Brother Wu, demonic cultivators are approaching!”

Wu Cheng snorted coldly. “I told you that Qin Shuang was suspicious! Seems I was right! No matter what, we must find Young Master Chen Fei! We can’t let him fall into the hands of demonic cultivators! Kill them!”

With his command, the black-clad men didn’t hesitate. Gripping their magic swords, they charged in to attack.

A fierce battle broke out instantly.

Chen Fei’s pupils contracted sharply. He hadn’t expected to hear Qin Shuang’s name at such a moment!

Qin Shuang… the Chen family…

Those two names together nearly shattered his focus, and he almost exposed himself.

“That vile woman… finally, I’ve found you!” A murderous gleam flashed in Chen Fei’s eyes. Thinking about what Qin Shuang had done to him, how could he ever forgive her?

Although Wu Cheng’s men had struck first, it was clear they were no match for the demonic cultivators.

“You filthy half-human trash! That Qin Shuang bitch is definitely up to something!” Wu Cheng growled, his face grim.

“Qin Elder is one of Cloudmist Sect’s most promising elders. How dare you insult her? Just for that, you deserve to die!”

“Tsk tsk, a bunch of nobodies trying to ruin Qin Elder’s plan? How laughable!”

The demonic cultivators burst into arrogant laughter.

“Qin Elder’s husband already died in Yellow Mist City. And you idiots still came running here like loyal dogs!” the leading demonic cultivator sneered, eyes cold despite his laughter.

“What did you say?” Wu Cheng was momentarily stunned.

“You fools! If you didn’t die, how could Elder Qin proceed with her plan?” With that, the demonic cultivator thrust his arm forward. A crimson light instantly engulfed Wu Cheng and the others.

Countless hands burst from the ground, grabbing at the legs of Wu Cheng and his men.

The hands weren’t particularly powerful, but they were extremely difficult to shake off. Once caught, it was nearly impossible to escape.

Then, amid the eerie scene, the demonic cultivator began chanting a solemn incantation. The tone, though sacred-sounding, was steeped in an evil, seductive undertone.

Wu Cheng and the others cried out in pain, clutching their ears.

The solemn chanting sounded to them like demonic whispers burrowing into their minds. Blood began to trickle from their ears, noses, and eyes.

“Clear-Cutting Sword Art, release!” Wu Cheng shouted, and the group, despite their pain, threw their swords into the air.

The flying swords converged into a formation, slashing toward the lead demonic cultivator.

The cultivator seemed unbothered, only reacting when the swords reached him. Then he opened his eyes sharply.

The swords froze in midair, trembling violently.

“Mere parlor tricks! You dare flaunt this in front of me? Die!” he spat coldly, then uttered a single word: “Cha!”

The sword formation shattered instantly. Compared to him, the black-clad men were utterly outmatched.

Their formation broken, Wu Cheng and the others suffered severe backlash. Clutching their chests, they collapsed. Countless blood-red hands wrapped around their bodies, and under the continuous chanting, their bodies dissolved into pools of blood.

“Collect.” With a flick of his orchid fingers, the blood-red arms and puddles of blood vanished.

The demonic cultivator’s face flushed slightly, clearly empowered. He glanced toward the old, broken temple rooftop. “Enjoyed the show, stranger? Staring too long is impolite, you know.”

Chen Fei stood up, revealing himself.

Tension instantly spread among the Cloudmist Sect’s demonic cultivators.

Chen Fei’s mind stirred, and a surge of powerful demonic qi radiated from him.

Demonic qi was a very unique presence. Under its influence, even Chen Fei’s appearance seemed altered. Even someone from Heavenhold Sanctuary would struggle to recognize him now.

“Who are you?” the lead demonic cultivator asked, surprised by the intense and pure demonic aura.

“Ah…” Chen Fei sighed, pulling a troubled face. “Fellow Daoists, I am Chen Yang, a disciple of the Bloodcloud Sect. Greetings to you all.”

“Cloudmist Sect’s Qi Meinang greets Fellow Daoist Chen,” the lead cultivator replied in a honeyed voice.

Chen Fei resisted the urge to look twice. Despite Qi Meinang’s soft and feminine appearance, every instinct told him this man was a burly dude beneath the disguise. His charm exceeded most women. Among those Chen Fei had met, perhaps only the Saintess of Ziyang could match his aura.

“I heard Bloodcloud Sect has been active near Yellow Mist City. So this is your territory, huh? Looks like we intruded,” Qi Meinang smiled apologetically.

Chen Fei waved it off. “You’re too kind, Daoist Qi. Just yesterday, Bloodcloud Sect was ambushed by Heavenhold disciples and suffered greatly. I’ve been hiding here in this ruin. Never expected this mess…”

He showed a nervous expression.

Qi Meinang raised a brow and scrutinized Chen Fei carefully. After a brief moment, his eyes gleamed with an idea. “You got separated from your sect?”

“Yes.” Chen Fei laughed awkwardly.

Qi Meinang didn’t press further. Instead, he smiled and said, “All the great demonic sects are one family. Since Heavenhold scum are nearby, we shouldn’t stay here either. If Fellow Daoist Chen doesn’t mind, how about traveling together?”

“That would be great!” Chen Fei replied with feigned joy. Then, with some hesitation, he added, “Wouldn’t that trouble you, Daoist Qi?”

“Not at all! I’ve always admired Bloodcloud Sect. This is a great chance for us to get to know each other,” Qi Meinang smiled, then looked toward Yellow Mist City. “Shall we go, Daoist Chen? If Heavenhold people show up, that’ll be a pain.”

“Alright!” Chen Fei followed behind the group, walking off toward the distant road.

Though he had successfully infiltrated the demonic cultivators, Chen Fei knew very well Qi Meinang didn’t fully trust him.

Luckily, he was deeply familiar with Bloodcloud Sect’s ways. Even in casual conversation, he wouldn’t give himself away.

Qi Meinang, however, seemed in a rush and didn’t ask many questions. He simply led the group forward at a brisk pace, clearly in a hurry.