Hearing someone blowing “rainbow farts” of flattery, the three captives once again failed to keep their mouths shut. “Is the Holy Pool something you can see just because you want to? It is located at the very center of our Spirit Cult. Even ordinary disciples like us can only go to the edge of the Holy Pool to receive baptism on the first and fifteenth of every month.”
Lian Li turned to look at Zhao Honglan. “It’s in the very center, and ordinary disciples aren’t allowed to approach it casually. Unless all their experts are guarding the edge of the Holy Pool, the defenses there shouldn’t be particularly tight.”
Yun Huizhou said, “However, according to what he said, if they captured Miss Qu to nurture that Holy Gu, I’m afraid the guards there will be quite strict during this period.”
After saying this, he glanced at Lian Li again.
How did the information revealed by these people match up with the nonsense this kid had made up? This boy was truly uncanny.
Zhao Honglan remained silent, merely lifting his eyes to look in the direction of the Spirit Cult.
“Let’s set off quickly,” Lian Li said, standing up. “It’s been nearly a month since Miss Qu went missing. We can’t afford any more delays.”
Zhao Honglan and Yun Huizhou struck simultaneously, killing the three men on the ground.
The people they had fought earlier had also been killed during the battle. Since the grudge with the Spirit Cult had already been established, they naturally could not let these remaining few go.
Inside the Spirit Cult.
Qu Tingquan’s face showed a look of agony. Her eyelids trembled as if she were trying her hardest to open them, yet she could not.
The aura around her body was chaotic. Her Internal Energy surged outward, knocking over all the surrounding screens. Several disciples guarding the area were sent flying by the impact of her Internal Energy, coughing up blood.
One disciple scrambled up from the ground, wiped the blood from his mouth, and shouted, “Quickly, go invite Junior Uncle! She’s about to counter-control the Holy Gu. If she makes the Holy Gu absorb the medicinal power for her, we’ll be in trouble!”
The other disciples who were less severely injured scrambled toward a small wooden house in the distance.
A moment later, a purple-robed woman flew into the bathhouse where Qu Tingquan was located. Her palm was spread open, revealing a rainbow-colored insect.
The insect spun around anxiously in her hand, looking as if it were about to jump out at any moment.
Just as she bit her fingertip to force out blood to feed the rainbow insect, a blast of internal force struck toward her. She hurriedly dodged.
Interrupted by the sudden attack, the rainbow insect did not get to eat the purple-robed woman’s blood in time. It actually spread its wings and flew directly out of her palm.
The purple-robed woman reached out to grab it, but her path was blocked once again.
She turned her head and saw that Qu Tingquan had emerged from the bath at some unknown point. At this moment, she had simply pulled down a curtain to drape over herself, holding a table leg she had just snapped off as a sword.
Qu Tingquan’s face, which usually carried a hint of a smile, was now cold as ice. She watched the purple-robed woman and moved with a killing strike.
The people of the Spirit Cult excelled in Gu and poisons. Because of their remote location, there were no other martial arts sects nearby. Consequently, their martial arts were not as diverse as those in the Central Plains. Without the ability to compare and compete with others, their sect’s martial arts could only be considered upper-middle tier in the Central Plains.
Once the Gu insects were unable to affect Qu Tingquan, the purple-robed woman was simply no match for her.
However, she was, after all, one of the top experts in the Spirit Cult. Furthermore, Qu Tingquan was only draped in a curtain, which made her movements somewhat restricted. For a time, she could neither kill nor capture the woman.
The commotion of their fight soon drew others.
Seeing the situation, another yellow-robed man immediately flew up to join the purple-robed woman in dealing with Qu Tingquan.
Two against one, the pair finally gained a slight upper hand.
Qu Tingquan’s eyes were cold, carrying a hint of murderous intent as she struck without mercy.
The surrounding structures were hacked to pieces under her Sword Qi. The other Spirit Cult disciples didn’t dare to step forward, fearing they would be killed by the stray Sword Qi.
Qu Tingquan fought with desperation. Although she had been soaking in the bath with her eyes closed during this time, it did not mean she had lost consciousness.
She had basically figured out the current situation and why this group of people had captured her.
She was now deep within the heart of the Spirit Cult. Escaping on her own would be extremely difficult; only by seizing a hostage would she have a chance to negotiate.
Unfortunately, the yellow-robed man had arrived too quickly, and she had lost her best opportunity to capture the purple-robed woman.
Since that was the case, they couldn’t blame her for being ruthless.
The two sides exchanged over a hundred blows. Having just woken up, Qu Tingquan’s physical strength was gradually failing. Seeing that she was falling into a disadvantage and was about to be captured again, a fierce light flashed in her eyes.
Since she was destined not to escape, she would take a high-ranking member of the Spirit Cult to the grave with her.
Once this decision was made, the Internal Energy within her body began to turn extremely violent, as if it could explode at any moment. She stopped defending entirely, every move aimed at taking the purple-robed woman’s life.
Yun Huizhou, Lian Li, and Zhao Honglan, who had already sneaked into the Spirit Cult, were carefully scouting the terrain and moving toward the center, hoping to approach the so-called Holy Pool.
Suddenly, the sound of wooden buildings collapsing reached them. The three exchanged looks. That direction was toward the center of the Spirit Cult, the very place they had analyzed as the likely location of the Holy Pool.
Just as they were thinking of heading over to check the situation, they saw many Spirit Cult disciples rushing toward that direction.
They heard a disciple say, “Something has happened at the Holy Pool!”
“This is…” Lian Li was stunned. He hadn’t read the original book, so many things were based on guesswork.
Now, under his interference, the plotline for finding Qu Tingquan should have deviated significantly from the original story.
But in this situation, it looked like someone was wreaking havoc in the Spirit Cult. Yet the three of them, who were also planning to wreak havoc, were still sneakily scouting the terrain. How could someone have already started the fight?
For a moment, he couldn’t tell if this was part of the plot or something outside the plot caused by him, the “little butterfly.”
“Let’s get over there quickly,” Zhao Honglan said. He no longer hid his presence, instead leaping into the air and heading toward the area at maximum speed.
Before Lian Li could speak, he saw that Zhao Honglan was already dozens of meters away. He turned to Yun Huizhou and asked, “Should we head over quickly too?”
Yun Huizhou frowned and casually knocked out a lone Spirit Cult disciple who was not far from them.
After dragging the person over, he said to Lian Li, “Change into their clothes before you go over.”
Lian Li immediately understood what he meant.
This was the interior of the Spirit Cult, and a major battle was clearly about to break out. It would likely be a clash between experts, and a “small fry” like him wouldn’t be able to participate.
However, if he were left alone, while one or two ordinary Spirit Cult disciples might not be able to do anything to him, if ten or twenty attacked at once, he would have no choice but to surrender.
