Lin Fan had been very depressed lately. The Zhen Sect was truly a bunch of spineless cowards. Their Disciples had been killed by that demoness, yet they were still holding meetings every day, afraid of this and that. Even if they started tracking her, it would take some time.
Meng Yinglong was also a brainless idiot; Lin Fan had found him fast asleep, hugging a prostitute.
He could only rely on Medicine Immortal Valley. After all, the Medicine Immortal Valley's Old Ancestor was a Body Integration powerhouse. That demoness would surely be somewhat wary...
Just as he entered Tianqing Manor with his invitation, he saw Qi Ji approaching with twenty Zhen Sect Disciples. Qi Ji smiled kindly and patted Lin Fan's shoulder: "Junior Brother Lin Fan, so this is what happens when a hopeless simp who failed to get his goddess gives up on women entirely—you found yourself such a tall and sturdy husband! With her physique and your frame, can you handle it? Won't you just fall apart instantly!"
"Qi Ji! You maggot who only knows how to hide in a latrine! You're a coward who watched from ten miles away as Senior Brother and the others died, the Sect's Holy Seal was stolen, and you didn't even dare to show your face!"
The two of them snorted and took their seats. Just as Lin Fan sat down, the Young Lord of Medicine Immortal Valley slapped him on the shoulder. Because he was a Body Cultivator raised on Medicinal Pills, he couldn't control his strength and directly broke the legs of Lin Fan's chair. Even though Lin Fan circulated his spiritual power, he still fell to the ground with a crash.
His bride looked at Qi Ji with interest: "This Fellow Daoist is also your fellow Disciple? Why not introduce us?"
Lin Fan felt bitter in his heart. Finding such a famous ugly woman from ten miles around meant being cuckolded every day. When would his suffering end!
Thinking of Ji Shengyao's exquisite face and pure, noble temperament, he was healed once again. No matter what difficulties or obstacles I face, I will become stronger. I will take you and fly high in the sky, becoming a Dragon and Phoenix that everyone envies.
Just as he finished speaking, he saw three women in white wearing Tianchi Holy Land's precious robes, with veiled hats and veils. Seeing them, Lin Fan couldn't help but feel full of hatred. He would recognize that demoness even if she turned to ash.
However, she certainly didn't come here to recite poetry. If he made the first move, something unexpected might happen. It was better to wait and see.
The organizers also fell into a panic upon seeing the Tianchi Holy Land Disciples: "These three Tianchi Holy Land Disciples cannot be kept. We can only refine them; we can't keep them as Soul slaves, or Tianchi Holy Land will definitely track them here!"
Cultivators also needed to recite poetry for recreation and to improve their state of mind. However, those who truly specialized in this path were mostly low-level Cultivators, except for the Poetry and Painting Sect and the Zither Music Sect.
Lin Fan listened as they recited one doggerel after another, laughing inwardly. He had happened upon a lost collection of poems. When Lin Fan stood up, he cleared his throat: "The poem I am going to recite is 'River Snow'!"
"Wait! I also have a poem."
Wang Li's charming voice rang out. The organizer was an elderly man with white hair and an air of Immortal Qi. He nodded: "Fairy, what poem would you like to recite?"
Unexpectedly, Wang Li slowly drew the silver sword in her hand right in front of him. Then, without a word, she swung it. A golden light flashed, and a red line appeared on the white-haired elder's neck. He clutched it tightly, but blood still gushed out.
Wang Li revealed her Golden Core cultivation. Those low-level Cultivators who weren't involved scattered and fled. She swung her sword again, killing one with each strike. The poetry gathering became a river of blood, with fresh blood blooming like bright red roses on the snow.
"Send a transmission to the Branch, tell them to come to the rescue! We can't stop a Golden Core!"
Just as he finished speaking, he spat out mouthfuls of blood. A bloody hole had appeared in his chest, and blood was seeping out continuously.
These Lianhun Sect Disciples, who had murdered countless innocent people, never thought that one day they would be slaughtered like chicks.
Wang Li swung her sword, the golden light seemingly illuminating the dark night. With a "boom," wood chips and stones flew. The Sword Qi directly flipped the roof and split the entire house in half.
She whispered to the ring: "It's time for you to come out for revenge!"
A Ghost Bride in a red wedding dress flew out of the ring. Thinking of how her family and she had been brutally murdered or died because of these beasts, her resentment exploded. Piercing screams echoed throughout the poetry gathering: "Lianhun Sect! I've come for revenge!"
The screams were like wails from Hell, making the low-level Cultivators tremble with fear, even imagining scenes of themselves being climbed on mountains of knives and plunged into pots of boiling oil in Hell.
She drifted rapidly. Every time she passed a Lianhun Sect Cultivator, she personally tore out their hearts, which were constantly emitting black gas. She gave a piercing scream: "Today, all Lianhun Sect Disciples must pay with their lives!"
"With just you? You're dreaming!"
Just then, the sky turned dark as dozens of Lianhun Sect Disciples stood there. These Disciples had long since become demons; beneath their black robes was pitch-black flesh, and their Souls had long been defiled.
The Ghost Bride looked at the leader, her tears flowing incessantly, because this was the enemy who had caused her to become like this!
She remembered lifting the sedan curtain only to see the family of the groom she had never met being exterminated by the Lianhun Sect. She knew that as an ordinary person, she couldn't escape the clutches of the Lianhun Sect.
So she stabbed the dagger hidden in her sleeve into her own heart. Then she was drawn into the Soul Refining Lamp and kept in a coffin, never seeing a living person for who knows how many years.
However, she didn't know that to the Lianhun Sect, bodies were filthy; all they cared about was her Soul.
Wang Li drew a circle around her Junior Sisters' feet with the tip of her sword: "No one can enter this circle, and you cannot leave it. I advise you not to waste your energy."
After doing this, she saw the Ghost Bride slowly turn her head. When facing Wang Li, all her Evil Qi dissipated: "Benefactor..."
"Go, today you are the protagonist!"
Wang Li pointed from a distance, and a golden line connected to the Ghost Bride's brow. The Ghost Bride's power grew continuously, and her figure expanded until she became a phantom five or six stories tall.
Lin Fan watched all this and hurriedly said to the giant woman beside him: "Um... Wife, that person is my enemy. Help me get revenge, and I swear I will become your Dao Companion."
The tall and sturdy woman immediately squinted her tiny eyes and grinned foolishly: "It's a deal!"
She looked at the white-clad figure standing on the tip of the high tower. Exerting force with her feet, she smashed through the wall with pure brute strength, then leaped upward with all her might, crashing through one ceiling after another with a series of "bangs."
The high tower shook violently. In one breath, she crashed through thirteen ceilings. Finally, with a "clatter," she broke through the roof, blue tiles flying everywhere. Her tall figure appeared before the demoness.
This was a half-step Nascent Soul Body Cultivator, but she was raised on medicinal baths and was very weak. Wang Li had no interest in trading blows with her; she directly swung her silver sword, still in its scabbard, to clash with the opponent's giant axe.
Although the giant axe was also a Treasure Artifact, compared to the enhanced Divine Artifact gifted by the System, it was like paper. The collision sent out shockwaves like ripples on water, and the giant axe was smashed into a flat iron plate.
The silver sword didn't stop, striking the opponent's chest and collapsing the muscle-bound ribcage. The giant woman's body bent into a C-shape as she flew through the air at high speed, falling all the way down the distant cliff until she became a black speck the size of a sesame seed.
She hit the ground, forming a huge crater, and a patch of trees was knocked down.
"Trying to run!"
Seeing Lin Fan sneakily trying to leave, Wang Li threw a palm strike from a distance. Lin Fan was sent flying by the palm force, spinning like a top in the air. He crashed through a latrine, and his head got stuck in the pit.
Those at the Qi Refining or even Foundation Establishment stages have not yet achieved Inedia, so it is normal to have latrines; Lin Fan could even sense the intense spiritual power within.
Having done all this, she left the rest to the Ghost Bride. Wang Li took her Junior Sisters into a hidden underground hall: "Darling, you're about to have another Breakthrough after seeing this battle. To help you break through, I'll have to collect some interest first!"
Ji Shengyao almost fainted from fright: "My Junior Sister can see... You wouldn't humiliate me in front of her and specifically let her watch and learn, would you..."