High Martial Arts: Martial Soul Great Sage Equal to Heaven, crushing all races.

Three days ago, at the Jade Face Sect...

The mountain path winds through the mist, and peach trees are planted all over the mountain. Although it is not the flowering season, they still have a refined and elegant atmosphere.

Yun Piaomiao, accompanied by two third-tier demon slayers, stepped onto the mountain steps paved with bluestone slabs.

Their arrival did not cause any disturbance. At the mountain gate, Yang Chengwen, the Grand Elder of the Jade Face Sect, had already greeted them with a group of disciples, their demeanor humble to the point of being obsequious.

"Miss Yun's presence is an honor to our Jade Face Sect!"

Yang Chengwen is an elderly man in his sixties with a fair complexion and excellent maintenance. When he smiles, even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes exude a kind and gentle aura.

"We have heard that the Demon Slayer Division is investigating missing persons cases in nearby villages and towns. Our entire sect will cooperate fully. If you need anything, Miss Yun, please feel free to ask."

His words were impeccable, and his attitude was so good that no one could find fault with him.

The subsequent investigation confirmed his words.

The complete roster of the sect was presented, from the inner sect elites to the outer sect servants, not a single person was missing, and their place of origin, time of entry, and cultivation level were recorded clearly.

Yun Piaomiao randomly inspected several disciples' residences. Inside, the windows were bright and the tables were clean. The disciples were either meditating or practicing martial arts. Everything seemed orderly and full of the rigor and harmony that a prestigious sect should have.

The two demon-slaying envoys accompanying them gradually lowered their guard.

"Sister Yun, I don't think there's anything wrong here," one of them said in a low voice. "Most of the missing people are ordinary people, and they have nothing to do with a second-rate sect. They were probably just carried off by roaming monsters."

Another person chimed in, "Yes, the Jade Face Sect exudes... how should I put it, it's too clean. You can't even see a quarrel or argument. It doesn't seem like a place where filth and corruption can hide."

Clean?

Yun Piaomiao sneered inwardly.

It's too clean.

It was as clean as a meticulously painted picture, with every detail so perfect it seemed unreal.

Martial arts are bound to clash; wherever there are people, there is a world of conflict, and wherever there is a world of conflict, there will inevitably be friction and hostility.

But here, even the disciples look at people with the same docile gaze, which is the biggest abnormality in itself.

This is a deliberately created "perfection".

"Let's take another look." She didn't explain further; her keen intuition told her that there must be undercurrents beneath the calm surface.

The three strolled along, and before they knew it, dusk was approaching. The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the mountain path in a warm gold.

When they arrived at a cluster of courtyards where outer disciples lived, a strange change occurred.

A figure rushed out of the side corridor in a panic. It was a young woman in her early twenties dressed in the outer disciple's robes, her face as pale as paper, clutching a swaddled baby wrapped tightly in cloth in her arms.

She seemed to have used all her strength to stumble and fall to her knees before Yun Piaomiao, her voice trembling violently with extreme fear:

"My lord! Help! I need to report... my husband is a demonized martial artist! Our child... our child is a half-demon!"

These words struck like a thunderclap on the silent mountain path.

The two demon slayers' expressions changed instantly, and their hands were already on the hilts of their swords.

Yun Piaomiao's pupils suddenly contracted, his gaze shooting like a sharp sword towards the swaddled baby in the woman's arms.

Perhaps due to the jolting while running, a corner of the cloth wrapping the baby loosened, revealing a tiny arm as delicate as a lotus root.

The arm was covered with a fine, light brown down.

Even more chilling was that the baby seemed to be awakened. In the half-open slits of its eyes, the pupils that should have been dark and round were stretched into a cold and eerie vertical line under the reflection of the setting sun!

She had seen these pupils before; they were the vertical pupils unique to fox demons!

"They...they imprisoned me and forced me to practice demon beast martial arts. I don't want to become a demon...I..." The female disciple sobbed uncontrollably, wanting to say something more, when a series of hurried and heavy footsteps came from behind her.

Five burly men dressed in the robes of sect deacons rushed out with grim faces.

The leader didn't even glance at Yun Piaomiao. He took a step forward and snatched the crying baby from the woman's arms with his large, fan-like hand, as roughly as if he were stealing an object.

With his other hand, he covered the woman's mouth like an iron clamp and roughly dragged her backward.

"Waaaaah..."

The woman's struggles were suppressed, and the baby's cries also stopped abruptly.

Almost simultaneously, dozens of Jade Face Sect disciples surged out from all directions, wielding weapons and expressionlessly sealing off all of Yun Piaomiao and her companions' escape routes.

The disciple, who had been as docile as a lamb just moments before, now had a wolf-like ferocity in his eyes.

The head deacon casually handed the baby to someone behind him, then slowly dusted off non-existent dust from his sleeve.

He raised his head, and that gentle smile returned to his face, but this smile was devoid of any warmth, only chilling coldness remained.

"Miss Yun, you're a guest from afar." He bowed slightly, his tone polite. "Since you're here, why don't you... stay a few more days?"

The previous pretense was completely torn apart at this moment.

Yun Piaomiao's eyes were extremely cold.

Without a word, she drew her sword from her waist with a clang, the blade gleaming like a pool of autumn water.

With a sudden push of his left hand, he shoved his two teammates toward the mountain gate, simultaneously transmitting his inner energy in a rapid, lightning-fast voice:

"Split up and break through! Use your wristbands to send a message back to the company!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already turned around, her blade pointing directly at the six deacons who were closing in on her. She was going to use her own strength to create an opportunity for her teammates to escape!

However, the other side was clearly prepared.

All six deacons were, without exception, third-tier powerhouses!

Six powerful auras erupted suddenly, forming a net that instantly enveloped the space.

The clash of swords and the explosions of internal energy filled the air.

The two third-tier demon slayers were not even able to break out of the encirclement before they were blasted away by heavy punches, spitting out blood, and were subdued on the spot.

Yun Piaomiao supported herself alone, her swordsmanship fierce, each strike aimed directly at a vital point.

But even the strongest fists can't fight off four hands, let alone the combined attack of six masters of the same level.

In less than ten rounds, her protective inner energy was torn apart by a strange claw wind, her tiger's mouth was covered in blood, and she was forced back to the ancestral hall in the back mountain, with her back against the cold stone wall, with no way to retreat.

His vital energy was nearly depleted.

Just before her Qi Sea was completely sealed by several restrictions, Yun Piaomiao used her last bit of strength to crush a jade talisman hidden in her sleeve.

That was something Yun Wanrou insisted on giving her to save her life.

A barely perceptible spatial ripple, carrying her last divine thought, silently pierced through layers of blockade.

"The Jade-Faced Sect has been transformed into a demon! Provide immediate support!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the jade talisman turned into dust and scattered into the dust.

Yun Piaomiao's vision went black, and she completely lost the ability to resist.

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