The Hehuan Sect Was Squeezed Dry for Ten Thousand Years, but It Became a Sacred Ground?

Chapter 87

Under the enhancement of the Qinglian Chongyang Pill and various secret techniques of the Qinglian Sect, even ordinary female cultivators from the sect could independently defeat blood demons of the same level, hold their own against those a full level higher, and even work together to kill them.

In contrast, other sects and even the royal army suffered severe blows. The random teleportation alone caught all forces off guard. Even though these forces also had Nascent Soul cultivators for protection, some even at the peak of Nascent Soul, they lacked the overpowering abilities and stats of the four women from the Qinglian Sect.

After all, Nan Gongling and the other three were meticulously honed by Ning Chenye day and night. If they couldn’t surpass ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, where would that leave the dignity of his supreme Chongyang physique?

Most of the elders and sect leaders from these major sects rose through the ranks by sheer seniority. Achieving Nascent Soul indeed showed some talent, but when everyone is at Nascent Soul, what advantage is there?

These sect leaders or elders only had a chance to kill a Nascent Soul blood demon one-on-one if their cultivation level was at least four or five minor stages higher. Moreover, since they couldn’t easily break through defenses for a quick kill, they risked triggering the male blood demon’s frenzy mechanism, making them even harder to deal with.

Under such precarious conditions, how could they ensure the safety of their sect disciples?

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As a race exiled to the spatial rift after the War of Ten Thousand Races, the blood demon ancestors knew well that the rise of humanity was an unstoppable trend. Thus, they never harbored thoughts of stepping out of the spatial rift to restore the blood demons’ former glory.

However, their hatred for humanity remained eternal. Every three thousand years, this spatial rift would collide with the Canglan Realm, with the intersection points never fixed. Over countless years, the blood demon race used the spatial rift as a natural barrier to ambush and kill cultivators, turning it into a hunting feast, now a tradition.

This time, apart from the Qinglian Sect, only the Yuan Tan Academy had the confidence to send ten Nascent Soul elders for full protection, avoiding significant losses. As for minor sects with little influence, they might not survive after a single battle.

The army of the Great Xia Dynasty was utterly screwed by the manipulations of the eldest prince, Duan Mucheng. Relying on numerical superiority and strict discipline to forge a war spirit, they were now scattered, reduced to a disorganized rabble, allowing the blood demons to slaughter at will.

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“Senior Sister, they’ve been tailing us at a distance. Is that really okay?” A Golden Core female cultivator from the Qinglian Sect frowned, looking back at the scattered survivors from various sects.

“No problem,” Nan Gongling, leading the group, replied calmly. These were just people she encountered while searching for her junior sisters. They could follow, but if they had any ill intentions…

The visor of her Moon Dragon Armor hid her eyes, but the cold aura emanating from her heroic figure was palpable. She had maintained her combined state for a day. This speed-type armor, paired with the Sun-Moon Coexistence ability, allowed her to provide swift support and strikes on the battlefield.

Keeping her divine abilities and special physique active was a significant burden, but she had stored enough energy over the years to sustain it. Her face flushed beneath the helmet—her armor’s earlier collapse wasn’t due to energy issues.

Nan Gongling calmed herself and continued scanning for her disciples. In moments, she witnessed several scenes of sect disciples being slaughtered by blood demons but chose not to intervene. She only saved others if they were on her path to finding her sect members.

Not finding any in this area, she felt disappointed. She had only gathered over 300 people. She wondered how Junior Sister Zhou and Elder Ji were faring.

Just as she considered deactivating her abilities, a yellow figure appeared at the edge of her vision. It wasn’t Junior Sister Duanmu. It was her elder brother, the Crown Prince of Great Xia, Duanmu Yan.

Currently, the esteemed prince was being chased, fleeing in disarray. His pursuers were unexpected—not blood demons, but a man in a black python robe and over a dozen black-armored generals from the Great Xia Dynasty.

Internal strife? Interesting.

Nan Gongling initially didn’t plan to get involved but recalled Junior Sister Duanmu mentioning how well her elder brother treated her. Sighing, she instructed the Golden Core female cultivator, “Wait here, form a battle formation, and stay put. I have something to attend to.”

“Yes,” the cultivator replied respectfully, relaying the orders. Nan Gongling, clad in Moon Dragon Armor, vanished almost instantly. The speed-type armor allowed her to ignore spatial resistance.

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Before the ruins, Duanmu Yan knelt, disheveled and battered, his once luxurious prince’s attire in tatters. Duanmu Cheng approached with his twelve black-armored generals, laughing heartily at his rival’s plight.

“Tsk tsk, look at yourself. Do you still have any semblance of a crown prince?” Duanmu Cheng sneered.

Duanmu Yan gritted his teeth. “You went to such lengths, sacrificing so many, just to eliminate me?”

He had underestimated his elder brother’s ruthlessness. The random spatial rift was rare, but the royal astronomers should have detected it. Glancing at the twelve generals, he realized they had secretly allied with Duanmu Cheng. His own arrogance had blinded him to the threat.

“Of course!” Duanmu Cheng replied gleefully, seeing his rival’s downfall.

Duanmu Yan frowned. “But you could have used other methods. Sacrificing so many soldiers and sect cultivators just to kill me seems absurd.”

Killing him didn’t require such extreme measures, nor did it justify weakening the Great Xia Dynasty’s future.

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Duanmu Cheng’s expression darkened. “Enough of your sophistry! The Great Xia is strong. These sacrifices are necessary. Once I ascend the throne, I will lead the dynasty to greater heights.”

“Is that so?” Duanmu Yan coughed, clutching his chest, his tone dripping with disdain. “But your bloodline purity is even thinner than mine. Are you sure you can suppress our brothers after I’m gone? Can you guarantee they won’t awaken?”

Duanmu Cheng gripped his war blade, his eyes fierce. “That’s none of your concern!”

“Attack!”

At his command, the black-armored generals surged forward. To avoid suspicion, they wore the imperial iron mask of the Forbidden Army. But to Duanmu Yan, their identities were clear.

Still hoping for a way out if exposed? How laughable.

Duanmu Yan remained still, ready to embrace his death. At Golden Core ninth layer, he was no match for Duanmu Cheng, who, though weaker, had the support of generals mostly at his level and one Nascent Soul cultivator.

Exhausted and drained of spiritual power, he couldn’t resist. One Golden Core general, eager to claim the first kill, charged with full force. But just as his blade was about to decapitate the crown prince, he froze.

Blood gushed from his neck and waist as his head rolled forward and his torso fell backward, severed into sections. Blood sprayed everywhere, folding in three layers, each revealing a different face.