Chapter 275: The Sky Turns Black
by SurroundedbyBooksSurvival of the fittest.
That was Chen Fei’s long-standing impression of demonic cultivators—and now, he had seen it confirmed with his own eyes.
The man whose tent he had seized didn’t argue anymore. At this point, saying anything would only make it worse. And if he truly angered Chen Fei, who knew what the consequences might be?
Once the elder from Twin Lotus Sect departed, the injured cultivator quickly slipped away as well.
Not long after, two or three others exchanged glances and quietly left.
Chen Fei took it all in calmly, with no change in expression.
“Wait outside. Don’t let anyone disturb me. Only come if there’s important news.”
He waved them off.
A solitary temperament like his was not unusual among demonic cultivators.
Normally, you might chat a bit, joke around. But provoke the wrong person—and it was death without question.
With this display, Chen Fei solidified his reputation. No one would dare to provoke him now.
Inside the tent, Chen Fei shared his suspicions with Leng Yue, even adding a touch of teasing:
“It’s my first time learning that the Peach Blossom Enchantress is actually a member of the Twin Lotus Sect!”
Though still in Ziqing Palace, Leng Yue blushed slightly at the mention of the Enchantress.
“Twin Lotus Sect has grand ambitions,” she said coldly. “But the other sects aren’t pushovers either. If we’re present and seen as a threat, they might join forces against us. But if we pose no threat, they’ll just bite at each other like rabid dogs.”
Whether it was the calming effects of yin-yang harmonization or something else, Leng Yue’s tone was visibly more relaxed than before.
Chen Fei didn’t mind the peace and quiet. He was curious to see what the Peach Blossom Enchantress was truly planning.
At the heart of Soul-Crushing Slope, a dense black aura coiled over the narrow central area.
Even without stepping inside, just sensing it sent a chill straight to the soul.
The Peach Blossom Enchantress, however, gazed upon it with radiant eyes.
More precisely, her attention was fixed on the dark red banner planted in the center—a legendary Dao Armament: the Blood Fiend Array!
“Young Sect Master, everything is ready,” reported Elder Qian Kuan respectfully—the same old man who had confronted Chen Fei earlier.
“Good. Since it’s ready, let’s begin,” the Enchantress said with a soft smile.
Her beauty in that moment was overwhelming—many demonic cultivators nearby stared with dazed expressions, completely bewitched.
Some were even overcome by base desire, imagining themselves throwing her down and ravishing her.
But those fantasies lived only in their minds.
This was Twin Lotus Sect, after all—an entity feared by all.
And the Enchantress was no ordinary woman. She didn’t care if you were righteous or demonic—offend her, and she’d kill you all the same.
“Yes, Young Master!”
Elder Qian Kuan turned and shouted,
“Bring them in!”
A group of prisoners was pushed forward.
“I like your expression,” the Enchantress said sweetly to one man, amused by his defiant look.
“That’s exactly my type.”
“Filthy demoness!” the man spat, staring her down with undisguised contempt.
The Enchantress gently touched her cheek, her eyes glowing faint red.
“Such a masculine spirit. I wonder how long you can keep it up.”
As she finished speaking, the man’s expression suddenly changed.
His eyes turned blank, and everyone clearly saw a certain part of his body rapidly hardening.
He twisted in pain, then moaned in ecstasy… and finally devolved into a lewd frenzy.
Everyone present witnessed a man succumbing to demonic corruption in real time.
The Enchantress’s laughter rang like silver bells:
“What a pity. Couldn’t even hold on. Useless trash.”
His body convulsed, then blood streamed from all seven orifices.
The light of life vanished completely.
“Hahaha! No wonder they call themselves righteous sects. Their mouths are so stiff,” she sneered.
Everyone understood the implication—this was only the beginning.
She turned to Elder Qian Kuan, who handed her a small artifact.
She smiled as she took it.
“So many offerings… I’m impressed. This should buy you all a little more time.”
And with that, she crushed the artifact in her hand.
At once, darkness fell across the entire Tianzhang Mountain.
“What’s going on? Why did the sky suddenly go black?”
“Is the core region opening up?”
Demonic cultivators nearby muttered among themselves, unaware that disaster had already arrived.
But Chen Fei sensed it immediately.
An intense wave of killing intent struck him like a cold wind.
Having seen the blood sacrifice of Lin Nan City before, he instantly recognized the nature of the aura.
She’s going to perform a blood ritual again… but this time—who’s the sacrifice?
A chilling possibility surged in Chen Fei’s mind—
The other demonic cultivators?!
It wasn’t impossible.
He didn’t hesitate.
The Xutian Cauldron appeared, enveloping his body in protective light.
As the sacrifice began, the chatting demonic cultivators quickly stopped laughing.
“What the hell? Why do I feel like my life force is draining?!”
“Damn! I can’t move my body!”
Panic erupted.
They now knew something was wrong—and it was far too late.
Those caught in the carefully prepared ritual could no longer escape.
Only one way remained: destroy the ritual.
But that would require killing the Mystic Realm Enchantress—Peach Blossom herself.
Could any of them manage that?
Despair swept through the crowd. Some cursed angrily at first, but their strength faded rapidly.
As the ritual intensified, their bodies weakened.
Even screaming took too much effort.
“She’s even more ruthless than I thought,” Chen Fei muttered grimly.
In Ziqing Palace, Leng Yue responded coldly:
“The Peach Blossom Enchantress may be hateful, but her methods are terrifying.”
Chen Fei nodded solemnly.
The situation outside worsened.
Hot-tempered demonic cultivators tried to fight back, but their blood energy was being stripped away.
In a system where strength came from lifeblood, how could they escape if it was being devoured?
The ritual formation had fully activated.
And once caught within… the only exit was death or victory.