“Hahaha!!”

“Everyone come to accompany A Yao in death. A Yao, we will hold our wedding again in the Yellow Springs.”

“..........”

“Whoo whoo whoo~”

A miscellaneous disciple of the Golden Thunder Sect painfully pried open that tiny dog hole.

This dog hole was originally used for sneaking in and out, but now it had become his only escape route.

The entire Golden Thunder Sect had turned into a sea of blood.

Especially the inner hall where the wedding was being held.

Blood stained the ground, layer upon layer, eventually turning into a lump of blackness.

Bodies were scattered everywhere, almost all beheaded by a single sword.

The miscellaneous disciple had half his body out of the dog hole when his body suddenly stiffened.

A voice came from behind him.

“Not a single one is allowed to run today. Where do you think you’re going? We’re going to reunite underground. Come and attend the wedding of A Yao and me!”

“Second Senior Brother...”

The words abruptly stopped.

“.........”

A sea of fire—Golden Thunder Sect was engulfed in flames.

The sect leader witnessed, once again, his daughter and the second disciple indulging in shameful acts before the wedding. He also saw with his own eyes his daughter die beneath the sword of the senior disciple, who then took his own life.

The sect leader simply committed suicide as well.

Afterward, the second disciple, Wuxiu, went mad and slaughtered nearly all the disciples of Golden Thunder Sect, then massacred the guests present.

Wuxiu held A Yao’s corpse, laughing hysterically, “Hahaha, ahahahaha... Father, I finally understand you, I finally understand you.”

He recalled his childhood, when his father was the same.

After his mother died, his father locked himself in a room all day.

One day, Wuxiu returned home.

He found all thirty-six family members had been killed by his father.

His father laughed madly, saying that a master had already calculated it for him.

As long as they did it this way, they could reunite in the Yellow Springs.

Wuxiu ran madly while his father chased him with a sword.

Fortunately, Wuxiu encountered the Golden Thunder Sect leader and escaped death.

Who would have thought that after so many years, after so many twists and turns...

Seeing his father’s crazed expression, young Wuxiu’s heart was planted with a seed.

“Come on, everyone come to attend the wedding of A Yao and me.”

Wuxiu smiled on his face, holding A Yao’s corpse, and took his own life.

“..........”

After a long while, a figure sat amid the sea of fire.

To the fox-faced person’s left was the corpse of the Golden Thunder Sect leader, a Consolidation Stage powerhouse.

To the right was Wuxiu holding A Yao’s corpse, and beneath his feet was the corpse of the senior disciple, Nameless.

The fox-faced man drank wine he found in the Golden Thunder Sect’s wine cellar.

“Comforting~ Master was right, this jar of Golden Thunder Sect wine is indeed delicious.”

The fox-faced man licked his lips lingeringly.

He hummed a little tune not belonging to Zhongzhou, smiling.

“The crescent moon shines over the nine states, the wind whistles over the princes,

People stand at the bridgehead, the sword pierces through the dust of the mortal world……”

“........”

Three months later.

The Xianxia Sect, famous for its Way of Melody.

All disciples were female, only recruiting female disciples.

The sect leader of Xianxia Sect was at the peak of the Transformation Stage, just one step away from breaking through Consolidation Stage.

Xianxia Sect had always been coveted by others.

The reason was simple: every disciple of Xianxia Sect was beautiful.

The Way of Melody they cultivated made their divine souls purer.

This trait made them natural furnace materials, which was an extremely attractive target for those with evil intentions.

However, Xianxia Sect was not weak, so those who wanted to spy dared not act recklessly.

But no one knew when rumors spread.

The sect leader of Xianxia Sect failed a breakthrough and suffered severe injuries.

Rumors spread, and those with ill intentions began to test the waters.

Unexpectedly, they even abducted a female disciple.

Then there were rumors that Xianxia Sect had offended Mount Shushan.

Mount Shushan no longer protected Xianxia Sect.

This meant anyone could attack or kill Xianxia Sect freely without fearing Mount Shushan’s retribution.

All events were connected one after another.

Then the sect leader was injured by two sects holding grudges against her.

At this chaotic moment, surrounding sects, wandering cultivators, and heretic cultivators swarmed like hungry wolves.

They frantically surged toward Xianxia Sect.

At this moment, this place had clearly become their hunting ground.

The female disciples of Xianxia Sect became their prey.

These people, who normally pretended to be righteous cultivators,

At this moment revealed their true faces, no longer hiding their greed and lust.

Although the female cultivators of Xianxia Sect were formidable, two fists could not resist four hands, no tiger could stand against a pack of wolves.

Those beautiful female cultivators became the focus of their scramble.

“Hahaha!!”

“This one, I want these few.”

“These few are mine.”

“Stop fighting, there are plenty more!”

“Haha, if it weren’t for the damn rule we have to follow because of Mount Shushan, I would have attacked a long time ago.”

“These little girls from Xianxia Sect really make it hard to resist.”

“............”

For a time, chaos erupted inside Xianxia Sect. The sounds of fighting, crying, and snatching intertwined, chilling to the bone.

These people feared being slow and losing out, so they fought even more frantically.

Some female cultivators of Xianxia Sect unwilling to accept their tragic fate chose to commit suicide and end it all.

Their corpses were tossed carelessly on the ground, left to be violated by others.

The entire scene was chaotic and filthy.

This was what ordinary people called immortals who did not eat the smoke of the mortal world.

Or perhaps bandits would be a better description.

The cultivation world was always survival of the fittest, more so than anywhere else.

But Mount Shushan insisted on setting a rule that displeased many with ill intentions.

“...........”

The fox-faced man recorded this scene, unable to stop laughing.

Seeing those hypocrites reveal their true faces was the best gift.

Master said people of Zhongzhou were dangerous, and after Mount Shushan’s education, many had changed.

But the fox-faced man thought it was nothing special.

Nothing at all...

“Ah!”

The fox-faced man saw a female cultivator from Xianxia Sect run past him.

She was immediately bound by magical ropes.

Someone shouted loudly, “Don’t hurt her, bring her back to be used as furnace material.”

“Got it.”

The female cultivator’s wailing sounded in his ears.

The fox-faced man laughed even more.

“.........”

Several months later.

The fox-faced man was dressed lightly, holding the last token left by his master.

Xiao Ran of the Xiao family.

The fox-faced man leaned on the horse’s back, lazily yawning as the sun reached its peak.

He placed a piece of paper over his head as a sunshade.

At this moment, the fox-faced man sensed someone approaching.

Their cultivation was not strong.

The person reached out and removed the paper from his face.

In the sunlight was a harmless face.

“Fellow cultivator, did you recently pass by Xianxia Sect?”

“Oh?” The fox-faced man raised an eyebrow.

“You carry the unique Bai Mei incense from around Xianxia Sect. This kind of incense cannot be removed within half a year,” the man said.

The fox-faced man sniffed but did not smell anything.

He sized up the other person. “Who are you?”

“I am Li Xuanxiao, a disciple of Mount Shushan. This is Lu Ziyin, the peak master of Silver Sword Peak.”