Fairy, help me cultivate.

Like a demon or a ghost.

"Get out! Don't be afraid, kid, it'll be over soon, very soon, uh uh uh~ why aren't you done yet!"

The child beneath her had sunken cheeks and had run out of tears. He had been pleading just moments before, but now his eyes were lifeless.

Yun Jiang sneered in Chen Yao's consciousness: "You self-righteous righteous people, thinking that finding someone who cultivates spiritual supernatural powers can safely avoid the dangers of Demon Peak."

joke.

Chen Yao shifted his gaze from the woman and discovered that the other person he had sensed earlier had been completely drained into a dried-up corpse.

How is this going?

He asked Yun Jiang.

Those with supernatural powers are most afraid of their inner demons, and Mo Feng merely amplified her inner demons.

Ha, she's nothing but a harlot.

Are we in danger?

No.

Why...

Before Chen Yao could finish asking, a sound like a watermelon bursting open came from inside.

He turned his head back, and the beautiful woman's head had been blown to pieces. Her body swayed for a while before falling backward.

The child was also on the verge of death.

"Let's save him!"

Nine sighed.

Chen Yao pulled the child out of the Soul-Summoning Cave and fed him a recovery pill.

After a long while, the child regained consciousness and saw that his companions had all died tragically. Upon seeing the beautiful woman's mutilated corpse, he burst into tears.

"Master's wife! My master's wife!"

Chen Yao pursed his lips, thinking to himself that this kid wasn't exactly a gentleman either...

"Thank you so much for saving me!"

After crying for a while, the child slowly composed himself and knelt down to worship Chen Yao.

Surprisingly, this child has a good temperament and recovered so quickly.

Chen Yao waved his hand: "It's no trouble at all."

"Did our benefactor also respond to the call of the Mingyang Sect and come to the Demon Realm to eradicate the demonic sects?"

The child sat far away by the campfire, trying to observe Chen Yao discreetly.

Chen Yao looked at him and nodded: "Yes! However, I am just a rogue cultivator. I have only heard about the call to action and do not know where to meet up."

The child forced a smile: "My benefactor, don't worry, I know that. We..."

He glanced at his master's wife, who had died tragically, and sighed, "We were originally a small sect in Nanji Mountain, and we came here specifically to exorcise demons. It's a pity that I'm the only one left. However, my master's aunt married into Tianbao Pavilion, an affiliated sect of Mingyang Sect. As long as I leave the forest, I can contact her."

Chen Yao glanced at him, understanding that he was trying to show her his value so that he wouldn't be abandoned after the rain stopped.

Unexpectedly, the righteous path launched the war to exterminate demons at this time. They will inevitably encounter many righteous people ahead. It would be better to let this child provide cover.

“Alright, then I’ll have to trouble you,” Chen Yao thought for a moment. “To be honest, for a rogue cultivator like me, venturing into the Demon Realm is nothing more than risking my life for a better future and to build up some connections. Most righteous cultivators look down on rogue cultivators. I wonder if I could impersonate someone from your sect? Of course, if you don’t want to, I won’t force you.”

"What's the big deal? A cultivator like you, my benefactor, who acts with righteousness and courage, is exactly the kind of fellow cultivator my Nanji Sect longs for. Anyway, I'm the only one left in the sect, so from now on, you'll be my senior uncle!"

Amidst the torrential rain outside, the sounds of horses neighing and men shouting suddenly rang out.

A delicate voice boomed: "If I ever see that traitor Chen Yao, I'll tear him to pieces!"

Chapter 179 The Diamond Boat

Various colored halos flashed outside the tree hollow, horses neighed, beasts roared, and hurried footsteps stepped in.

They took off their wet raincoats and, seeing the campfire in front of Chen Yao, their pale faces finally showed some signs of life.

"We are disciples of the Kuanglu Sect. The rain came suddenly and we had nowhere to take shelter. We apologize for our intrusion and ask for your help."

An elderly man with a long beard bowed to Chen Yao, clearly regarding him as the person in charge.

The others scanned the cave and saw the corpses. Their expressions changed, and they simultaneously reached out to grip their weapons.

The old man waved his hand: "Don't be disrespectful!"

Even so, he was squinting at Chen Yao.

The child was also looking at Chen Yao, seemingly waiting for his instructions.

Chen Yao waved his sleeve: "This 'tree hole' isn't just mine alone. Please make yourselves at home."

The old man thanked him and, with his entourage, sat down on the other side at a distance, discreetly observing Chen Yao and the child.

Chen Yao was also on edge at this moment. He had looked them over when they first came in, but there were no familiar faces.

But just because he doesn't know them doesn't mean they don't know him.

Rather than being timid and arousing suspicion, it's better to strike first.

"I just heard that fairy mention Chen Yao. Does anyone have any news about him?"

Chen Yao asked directly.

Those people were taken aback.

One of the girls in purple blinked her eyes as she sized up Chen Yao, and couldn't hold back any longer, saying, "Why are you asking about him? What's your relationship with him? Do you know where he is?"

He asked three questions in a row, aggressively pressing and displaying extreme arrogance.

Even the child frowned and couldn't help but say, "We're both on the same path, so why does this fairy sound like she's interrogating a criminal?"

The girl glared at him, staring intently at Chen Yao.

Chen Yao met her gaze: "I just wanted to see what he looked like."

The girl scoffed, "I advise you to give up that idea."

"how?"

The girl turned to look at the white rain outside the cave: "This demon is cunning and resourceful, with many tricks up his sleeve. Even when he was just cultivating Qi, he could kill people beyond his cultivation level. I'm afraid you'll never catch up to him in your lifetime..."

Chen Yao gave her a strange look: "Didn't you just say you were going to tear him to pieces? Why does it sound like you're boosting his morale now?"

The girl glared at him: "I hate him!"

"What did he do to you?" the child asked curiously.

The girl's eyes actually reddened.

Is this another one of your emotional debts?

Yun Jiang sneered in her consciousness.

I have no romantic entanglements. I always see things through to the end. I've never even met this woman!

Chen Yao was also puzzled.

"He, he was such a genius, why did he betray his sect and fall into depravity! I... I want to tear his heart out and ask him myself."

"Lingzhou, don't be rude!"

The long-bearded old man scolded her, and then asked about Chen Yao's background.

The child answered on their behalf, and then the two exchanged information about the battle against the demon.

The night passed in torrential rain.

The morning light brushed against the hazy, dreamlike fingers, waking the person in the tree hollow.

Chen Yao led the child out of the cave. The forest was shrouded in white mist, making it impossible to distinguish east from west.

This worried the boy: "Uncle-Master, we'll get lost."

"It's alright."

Behind him, the old man stretched his legs and came out with his disciple.

He took a brocade pouch from his waist and flicked it, and a white rat with a single horn landed on the ground.

"These are neighboring rats, always in pairs. The male and female have a connection with each other. With them leading the way, we can find the vanguard that we have already stationed on Demon Peak."

"In that case, I'll have to trouble you all," Chen Yao said.

"We are fellow practitioners, why stand on ceremony?"

The group followed the white rat forward.

Along the way, the girl named Lingzhou would occasionally stare at Chen Yao, making Chen Yao feel like he was being pricked by thorns.

They walked and stopped frequently, and around noon, a biting west wind swept through them. Suddenly, their view opened up, filled with the menacing dark blue of the mountains.

We finally made it out of the woods.

"If we continue forward, we will enter the Demon Peak. The dangers there are beyond description. It's best to avoid using magic if possible. Everyone, please be careful."

The old man picked up the brocade pouch and flung out a huge bat with fiery red stripes on its back.

Bats flapped their wings and flew overhead, casting shadows that obscured them.

"These are domesticated fire demon bats, from the Fire Cloud Cave in the Demon Realm. With them providing cover, the Upper Demon Peak will be safer."

This side of the Demon Peak is normally sunny, but due to the clouds and mist covering the mountainside, the area below the halfway point cannot see any sunlight, making it quite cold and gloomy.

The higher they went, the more intense the howling in the rugged, pathless mountains became, and the more difficult it became for the righteous disciples.

Some people eventually lost their footing due to fatigue, and were knocked off the cliff by rolling rocks.

The fellow disciples tried to help, but it was too late. The man fell several feet and managed to grab onto a protruding rock with one hand.

The long-bearded old man sighed, ready to give up: "The distance is too far, we can't use magic, and risk exposing the whole group for his sake."

"But we can't just stand by and watch someone die!"

Lingzhou saw that the man's fingers had turned white and he would soon be unable to hold on, so she shouted anxiously.