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Chapter 121 Resurrection
Cui Min didn't have the elixir Chen An gave him, nor was he as lucky as Meng Huan.
Lu Yin struck his vital point with a single thrust.
When his heart was pierced, his limbs went numb instantly, and his blood congealed upon contact with the toxins in the tiger's den.
Chen An, who was methodically expanding his demonic cultivator team, was forced to stop what he was doing by this scene.
A streak of red light flashed across the sky, and she caught Cui Min as he fell.
He stuffed a pill the size of a thumb into Cui Min's half-open mouth.
The death aura emanating from Cui Min was already apparent, and even with the pills given by the system, Chen An was unsure whether they could truly revive him.
Elder Mingsan was struggling to face Lu Yin alone, but fortunately Lu Yin had already taken two hits and his breathing was slightly fluctuating.
However, if things continue as they are now, Ichiwa Sect will undoubtedly be defeated.
Qu Ze sensed her husband's approaching old age, but her eyes showed no sadness, only a hint of relief.
She had been trapped by the title of Lady Cui Min and head of the Cui family until now, and finally she could break free from it all.
Before he could even feel happy, Meng Huan, who had arrived just in time, had already made his move, aiming straight for Qu Ze's neck.
Qu Ze used his right foot and bent his leg to block Meng Huan's sudden attack with his sword.
"What did you do at the Xu Hua Sect!" Meng Huan roared, his anger burning.
A hint of appreciation flashed in Qu Ze's eyes. "Not bad for such a young age."
Meng Huan used all his strength to forcefully push Qu Ze away, roaring, "I'm asking you, what did you do to the Xu Hua Sect?"
Qu Ze drew a cross in the air with his sword and said calmly, "The Xu Hua Sect... no longer exists."
The surroundings were eerily quiet, but Meng Huan still heard a crisp breaking sound.
But when he actually learned what had happened, he couldn't shout it out. He just calmly said, "Then you're dead too."
Qu Ze listened to the threatening words and calmly picked up a grape from Chen An's room and took a small bite.
Meng Huan simply watched her quietly.
The hem of her skirt, which had been hanging down naturally, began to flutter, and that sharp aura did not seem to belong to Meng Huan.
But Qu Ze continued to eat grapes quietly. After she finished three, she poured herself some tea.
"I've eaten something sour."
Meng Huan's heart began to pound. Three breaths later, he covered his eyes with one hand and began to laugh uncontrollably.
"Die, all of you die!"
Outside, flying logs crashed into the house.
Not only Qu Ze, but also Meng Huan, were seriously injured by those rough logs.
Without hesitation, Chen An released his grip in mid-air, letting the severely injured Cui Min fall.
She then rushed towards Meng Huan's direction.
The Xuhua Sect has become Meng Huan's emotional anchor.
If the Xuhua Sect were gone, she couldn't imagine what would happen, including whether Meng Huan would survive.
The wooden house collapsed, and Meng Huan and Qu Ze crawled out of the house at the same time, looking disheveled and covered in dust.
However, the aura emanating from the two of them was intimidating.
Chen An rushed forward recklessly, but was blocked by a golden light.
"This is none of your business. Just guard the Ichiwa Sect."
After saying this, Meng Huan started fighting with Qu Ze.
Chen An wanted to help, but felt powerless to do so.
Two out-of-control Nascent Soul stage cultivators were terrifying; even though she could mobilize the power of Cui Min and Cui Ziliu, it was difficult for her to get close.
Amidst the flying sand and pebbles, Chen An could vaguely see white frost clinging to the grayish-yellow surface.
As the smoke cleared, we could finally see clearly.
Meng Huan was smiling.
The smile was beautiful, but unfortunately it quickly vanished into the dust.
The two forces, powerful enough to shake the heavens and earth, seemed to have vanished, leaving Chen An with an indescribable feeling.
She knew that Meng Huan was not dead, nor was Qu Ze.
But they just disappeared.
"Be careful." A chill ran through my ear, and the hoarse female voice sounded somewhat nauseating.
As Chen An knelt on one knee, his hair ribbon was split in two by a sword aura.
Her long hair remained intact, but the ebony sword in her hand was much steadyer.
If Meng Huan cannot win against Lu Yin, he will not be able to return.
When she turned around, she was less than a foot away from Lu Yin's chest.
Looking up into those captivating eyes, a bittersweet smile touched my lips.
As Hu Lan thrust forward, Chen An simply stood still.
The sharp blade sliced through the skin of his stomach, and blood gushed out.
Elder Mingsan felt as if his heart was being torn apart. His cane flew over without warning, radiating a fierce aura.
Lu Yin was able to fight three people at once and successfully launch a surprise attack on Chen An, so he naturally managed to dodge it.
With a bang, Chen An's head exploded.
The noisy battlefield fell silent, the stillness sending chills down one's spine.
“Master killed his disciple, how fun.” Lu Yin slowly turned around.
He took three steps to turn around, which Elder Mingsan saw clearly.
He tried his best to control his emotions, but the guilt clung to him like a maggot, constantly multiplying in his flesh and eroding his remaining rationality.
A buzzing sound began to fill the surrounding air, forcing many low-level cultivators to sit cross-legged and meditate in order to stabilize their minds.
"So what if she's your apprentice? In this world, besides yourself, there's no one you can rely on. Even if you don't kill her, she'll still betray you."
Lu Yin uttered the word "betrayal" through gritted teeth.
When he saw Elder Mingsan's anger intensify, he burst out laughing.
“You are two thousand years older than me, how could you not understand what I am saying?”
As he said this, his expression became somewhat blank, as if he had remembered something.
Oh, in his eyes, his wife had a lover.
But his wife was originally someone else's wife. He was lustful and ruined a couple, and also gave himself a tragic experience.
Even in his memory, the innocent woman became his wife who betrayed him, and the innocent man became her lover.
Not long after immersing himself in his fictional memories, Lu Yin smelled a faint odor of alcohol.
The smell of alcohol carried an apple scent, but the moves that followed were nothing like the apple scent, capable of relaxing him.
The cane was no match for his powerful Tiger-Slaying Block, but fueled by his anger, it managed to hold its own against him.
The staff struck him with its head and stabbed him with its tail, each angle proving to be extremely tricky.
Lu Yin's lips twitched a few times, and he began to twist his neck rapidly, even creating a blurry silhouette.
At this moment, some disciples of the Yihe Sect were wailing, some were fleeing, and some were preparing to fight to the death, even if it meant leaving with the sect leader.
But there were still some clever people who shook their heads and shouted, "The sect leader won't die! He won't!"
"Thank you for reminding."
In the same spot, Lu Yin's skin was cut open, but his head kept shaking.
The familiar voices boosted morale once again.
Chen An did not die, and successfully injured Lu Yin.
Whether it was a sneak attack or not, a cultivator at the intermediate stage of Yin and Yang who injured a demonic cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage is something even storytellers wouldn't dare to write, yet she did it.
Bang!
The same familiar voice, the same familiar cane, the same familiar blood and gore.
After the loud bang, his head did not split open.