Chapter 52: Good, Let’s Bet Together

“Huh?”

Ning Shengsheng was dumbfounded by the question.

What taste?

Xue Chen’s eyes slanted upwards slightly, his crimson thin lips let out a light scoff, and he crossed his arms and turned around.

Leaving Ning Shengsheng with the dark back of his head.

?

Who upset him again?

“Mo Xun, why are you colluding with demonic creatures? Who else is acting in collusion with you? If you confess now, I can plead with the Sect Leader to spare your life.”

Ling Hegui frowned, witnessing the Shadow Demon fly towards Mo Xun.

It looked like it was obeying his command.

“Hahaha!”

The person opposite seemed to have heard a very funny joke.

“Spare my life?”

“Ling Hegui, if you kneel down now and kowtow three times, I might leave your corpse intact.”

Mo Xun grinned as if his mouth was tearing open, the morbid hatred hidden in his eyes no longer concealable.

“Mo Xun, stop being so obstinate.”

Ling Hegui blocked in front with his Po Wang Sword, not understanding why the other party had such intense hatred.

“Look, it’s that expression again, always so awe-inspiringly righteous, fearless of death. I don’t believe that when death truly comes, you can still put on such an act!”

Mo Xun raised his arms, his finger bones moving slightly.

Silver threads grew from every finger.

Ten doll puppets descended from the sky!

The puppets were half the height of a human, their faces stitched together with cotton thread, eyes closed, with two trails of bloody tears at the corners of their eyes.

In the distance, Ning Shengsheng hugged her arms and rubbed them.

“A bit scary.”

Her feet silently shifted behind Xue Chen.

Xue Chen looked back at her, took a step forward, and completely blocked her front.

These actions were done subconsciously.

He couldn’t help but frown, secretly annoyed at himself for meddling.

“Weeping Blood Puppets? You can even control such demonic creatures!” Lu Youxin drew his long sword. “Good for you, so you’ve long had no heart for the immortal path and were bent on evil.”

“Cultivating demonic ways is great…” Mo Xun moved his fingers, and the puppets slowly opened their eyes. “You’ve cultivated bitterly for decades, yet you are no match for my ten puppet corpses.”

“Click, click…”

The puppets mechanically turned their necks.

Ning Shengsheng suddenly discovered that there were no pupils in their eye sockets; hollow eyes locked onto Ling Hegui.

Ling Hegui used his divine sense to probe the puppets’ aura; every single one had a realm higher than his.

It seemed…

The Swallowing Sea Abyss was a trap laid specifically for him.

“Little Junior Brother, take the Princess and Fellow Daoist Xue away.”

Ling Hegui knew he was no match, his eyes determined, swearing to protect his teammates’ escape to the death.

“No, I will advance and retreat together with Eldest Senior Brother.” Lu Youxin’s pale lips trembled, but his legs didn’t retreat half an inch. “Princess, you and Fellow Daoist Xue, run!”

“Run? No one is running away today.”

Mo Xun raised his arms higher, then suddenly dropped his hands, shouting in a low voice: “Go, kill them all.”

Receiving the order, the puppets immediately charged at Ling Hegui.

Ling Hegui quickly rolled backward, dodging a blow before immediately rising to attack the puppet’s neck.

Lu Youxin followed closely behind, joining the battle.

Xue Chen: “Your Highness, help or leave?”

“Can we escape?”

Since Ling Hegui said that, these puppets were obviously not something they could beat.

“We can escape.” Xue Chen stroked the body of his sword, his tone calm. “We can also fight.”

“To win, we’d have to risk our lives, right?” Ning Shengsheng couldn’t help but press her lips together tightly.

She wanted to save people.

But she couldn’t disregard their own lives just to save others.

“Mm.” Xue Chen was incredibly calm. “It’s fine.”

Betting his life was something he had experienced many times.

What did he mean ‘it’s fine’?

Ning Shengsheng spoke urgently: “Xue Wuyin, you don’t care about your own life, but I do.”

He paused for a moment, a different emotion appearing in his eyes.

Ning Shengsheng quickly analyzed the situation. Even if they escaped, Mo Xun wouldn’t let the other disciples in the secret realm go.

If the Qingling Sect was finished…

How could their Great Ning be any better off?

She understood the principle that if the lips die, the teeth will be cold.

“Your Highness, don’t forget your soul technique.”

When Xue Chen said this, his gaze locked onto Mo Xun behind the Weeping Blood Puppets.

Her eyes lit up, understanding his meaning.

“Good, let’s bet together.”

Ning Shengsheng’s gaze suddenly became sharp.

Xue Chen curled the corners of his mouth. “Good~”

He wanted to fight.

Wealth and honor are always sought within danger.

If they won this battle, it would be equivalent to saving the Qingling Sect.

At that time…

Ling Jue Shangren would owe them a huge favor.

Moreover, since he had entered the secret realm, there was absolutely no reason to leave empty-handed.

He was determined to get the Void God Scroll as well.

“Ah—”

Lu Youxin’s strength failed him, and he was kicked away by a puppet; the other puppets swarmed up.

“Little Junior Brother!” Ling Hegui was entangled by five puppets and couldn’t break free at all. Just as he was considering self-destructing to save him, a sword aura slashed towards the puppet in front of Lu Youxin.

He turned his head and saw Xue Chen sprinting over.

“Fellow Daoist Xue, why did you come to help—”

“The Princess is kind-hearted.” Xue Chen interrupted him. “Now is not the time to talk about this. Focus on the enemy.”

“Alright!” Ling Hegui looked grateful. “If we get out alive, I will devote the entire sect’s power to repay you.”

Mo Xun stood on a pile of rocks, squinting at Xue Chen, and said disdainfully: “Ling Hegui, you’re crazy. Getting a guy who hasn’t even reached the Void Aperture to help you is just sending him to his death.”

“Is that so?” Xue Chen exerted force with his feet, rushing towards Mo Xun like an arrow leaving the string.

“Puppets are hard to kill, but—killing you isn’t hard!”

The long sword, carrying a fierce gale, attacked Mo Xun’s vital point.

He revealed contempt in his eyes. “I am at the middle stage of the Void Aperture, and you are at the late stage of the Earth Aperture. Wanting to kill me is simply a fool’s dream!”

“Just him alone certainly won’t work!”

Ning Shengsheng suddenly appeared behind Xue Chen, smiling as she said, “But with me added, it’s not certain.”

Mo Xun revealed a look that said ‘Are you sick?’.

“The Princess must be used to throwing her weight around. This isn’t your Great Ning Imperial Palace where everyone has to yield to a mere mortal.”

“Wow, you’re so arrogant!”

Ning Shengsheng formed seals with both hands, brought two fingers together and swept them across her brow. “I indeed have no cultivation.”

“Because, I cultivate the soul.”

“With soul as vine, bind!”

Soul power vines flew into Mo Xun’s sea of consciousness.

In an instant.

Mo Xun’s divine soul was trapped, even though he broke free very quickly.

Unfortunately.

It was already too late.

Even if the flaw lasted only an instant, it was enough for Xue Chen to kill him several times with his sword.

By the time he came back to his senses, the sword blade glowing with red demonic energy had already pierced his skull.

“You… actually… are…”

The last word ‘demon’ was never spoken.

Mo Xun left the world forever.

Over there, Ling Hegui was entangled with the puppets and couldn’t distract himself to look this way.

To kill an enemy across realms.

Without using demonic power, it wouldn’t be enough.

Xue Chen slowly let out a breath and glanced at Ning Shengsheng, who had gone to help Ling Hegui.

Fortunately, he didn’t let her hear.

What he didn’t know was…

Even if Ning Shengsheng knew, she wouldn’t care about these things.

With Mo Xun dead, the Weeping Blood Puppets were uncontrolled, and their movements became sluggish.

Ling Hegui was wounded in the abdomen, blood gushing out, as he gritted his teeth and repelled the last puppet.

He and Lu Youxin were in a sorry state.

In contrast, Ning Shengsheng and Xue Chen only had slightly dirty hems on their clothes.

Lu Youxin couldn’t help but think, no wonder Master always said there is always someone better than you.

He was the most talented sword cultivator in the Qingling Sect.

Master often said that in a few years, his attainments in swordsmanship would be greater than Eldest Senior Brother’s.

But today.

He had made a complete mess of himself.