Chapter 71: Tell Me Honestly

Upon realizing the scale of this demon beast riot, the Tianfeng Sect responded immediately.
Several elders and the majority of the disciples were ordered to descend the mountain to eliminate the demon beasts rampaging through Yongning City.

The demon beasts were no match for such a great sect.
Under the encirclement of the Tianfeng Sect disciples, they were essentially annihilated in a crushing defeat.
Even the few members of the demon races who had started the riot were not spared.

In a corner of Yongning City, the disciples sent down as reinforcements even found the corpse of a Huang Cang Demon King, its limbs severed and its death a miserable sight.

Not far from the Huang Cang Demon King, the Tianfeng Sect disciples also found Meng Yingxing, the new disciple who had recently shone so brightly in the Divine Weapon Trial.

According to Meng Yingxing’s explanation, he was being hunted by the Huang Cang Demon King.
But at the moment of life and death, a powerful spiritual cultivator appeared, killed the demon king, and then immediately left, allowing him to keep his life.

The disciples of the Tianfeng Sect believed Meng Yingxing’s words without a doubt.
After all, no one would believe that Meng Yingxing, with his level of cultivation, could possibly slay a Huang Cang Demon King.

However, what Meng Yingxing said was the truth.
It was just that the powerful expert he mentioned hadn’t left, but was currently inside the scabbard on his back.

Xiu Qingcheng: “That’s right, it was me!”

The tide of demon beasts seemed to be coming to an end.
The Tianfeng Sect, busy with cleanup and disaster relief, set up a temporary treatment center within Yongning City for the injured citizens and disciples.

And next to the temporarily unguarded corpse of the Huang Cang Demon King, Chi Zhanyue, a white whirlwind kicked up.
A white-haired man walked out from within the cyclone.

Branded on his forehead was a white pattern resembling simplified wings, the mark of a Ming Demon King, one of the three great demon king races.

This Ming Demon King looked at the lifeless Chi Zhanyue on the ground and shook his head in disappointment.

“The old demons all said you were young and spirited, but far too impetuous.”
“Looking at it now, that’s certainly true.”
“You thought yourself invincible with just this little bit of strength.”

“The Huang Cang, Ming, and You demon races are all aware of the Tianfeng Sect’s crimes.”
“This siege was merely meant to probe the Tianfeng Sect’s foundations.”

“Chi Zhanyue, you acted stubbornly and impulsively, breaking from the plan just to prove yourself, and ended up getting yourself killed.”
“It really wasn’t worth it.”

“And now I have to come all this way to clean up your mess.”
“Unfortunately, I was a step too late.”

“Remember, you now owe me a demon favor.”

The Ming Demon King spoke with disgust as he hoisted Chi Zhanyue’s remaining torso and head onto his shoulder.

He turned his head to look at the majestic, continuous mountain peaks behind Yongning City, where the Tianfeng Sect was situated.

“The demon races will surely avenge the slaying of the You Demon King.”

After muttering these words, the Ming Demon King wrapped himself back into the white whirlwind.

A cold wind blew past, leaving behind only a single feather condensed from spiritual power.

An hour later, the temporary treatment center set up by the Tianfeng Sect in Yongning City was bustling with activity.

Since Meng Yingxing wasn’t really injured, he was roped into helping out by Elder Mu Xin, who had specifically come down the mountain to heal the wounded.

Though it was called helping out, it was really just having Meng Yingxing run around delivering medicinal soups.

Listening to the rise and fall of pained cries from the injured, Meng Yingxing couldn’t help but feel upset.

“If I hadn’t been able to take human form and intervene, disciple, you wouldn’t even have the right to be lying here with them right now.”

Xiu Qingcheng said this, practically fishing for praise from Meng Yingxing.

“Thank you, Master.”

Meng Yingxing’s lips curled into a slight smile.

Right now, Meng Yingxing just wanted to finish the task at hand and then have a good rest with his master.

His master could take human form!

And she was a great beauty when she did!

Meng Yingxing remembered this matter very, very clearly.

A short while later, another batch of wounded arrived at the treatment center.
Meng Yingxing glanced over and was surprised to see Liu Chenxin, who had been fighting the enemy outside the city, among them.

“Junior Brother Meng!”

Liu Chenxin belatedly spotted Meng Yingxing and waved at him as dramatically as ever.

However, her movement seemed to pull at the wound on her hand, causing her to grimace in pain.

Seeing that Liu Chenxin was not seriously hurt, Meng Yingxing nodded at her.

Liu Chenxin wanted to say something more to Meng Yingxing, but she was immediately pounced on by other Wuyun Peak disciples who forcefully tied her up to bandage her wounds, leaving her unable to utter another word.

Meng Yingxing took a turn around the treatment center, and something suddenly occurred to him.

“Master… I don’t think I’ve seen Miss Li Mo here?”

“Perhaps she’s alright?”
“If you’re worried about her, why don’t you go back to the Changyue Medical Clinic and take a look.”

Xiu Qingcheng suggested.

Today was supposed to be Wang Zhuihai’s funeral, yet it had been interrupted by a demon beast attack.
Xiu Qingcheng also found it hard to imagine what might have happened to Li Mo.

Thus, Meng Yingxing left the treatment center and hurried toward the street where the Changyue Medical Clinic was located.

Because the Tianfeng Sect’s reinforcements had arrived in time, the demon beasts hadn’t rampaged through Yongning City for very long, so the streets in many places remained intact.

But the alley where the Changyue Medical Clinic was located was clearly not one of them.

The walls and stone pillars of the shops bore the claw marks of demon beasts, more or less, along with blood that had splattered from who knows where.

Soon, Meng Yingxing arrived at the Changyue Medical Clinic.

The world is unpredictable.
The white funeral banner that had recently stood tall, swaying in the wind, was now covered in gray dust and had fallen broken to the ground.

Meng Yingxing carefully stepped into the main hall of the Changyue Medical Clinic, where he was met with a scene of utter devastation.

The black coffin had been smashed to the ground, its lid shattered.
Looking closely, the deceased was not inside.

Meng Yingxing didn’t overthink it.
He walked into the inner room he had been in not long ago, calling Li Mo’s name.

“Miss Li Mo? Miss Li Mo?”

Xiu Qingcheng also called out Li Mo’s name, but in her sword form, only Meng Yingxing could hear her voice.

There was no sound from the room for a long time.

Meng Yingxing circled the room but couldn’t find Li Mo, not even a body.

“She probably escaped long ago.”

Xiu Qingcheng said.

After all, there was no person and no corpse, and no bloodstains in the room.
It was highly likely that Li Mo had already escaped.

“I hope so.”

Meng Yingxing let out a long sigh of relief.

In the middle of the night.

The junior disciples like Meng Yingxing who had been caught up in the incident all returned to the Tianfeng Sect.

As Meng Yingxing walked the mountain path back to Wuyun Peak, he could clearly feel that the Tianfeng Sect had grown much colder.

Meng Yingxing returned to his disciple’s residence and lit a candle upon entering.

With no one else around, Xiu Qingcheng flew out of Meng Yingxing’s scabbard just like before, hovering in mid-air.

Meng Yingxing, however, immediately shut the door upon entering the room.
After glancing around, he also shut the window firmly.

Seeing this series of actions, Xiu Qingcheng felt that Meng Yingxing was preparing to do something bad.

A bead of sweat trickled down Xiu Qingcheng’s side as she hurriedly swayed towards the bed.

“I’m so tired today, disciple.”
“I’m going to sleep, you can put out the lamp.”

Xiu Qingcheng feigned a yawn, as if to show she was truly exhausted.

But Meng Yingxing knew that Xiu Qingcheng never needed to sleep.

“Master.”

Meng Yingxing called out to Xiu Qingcheng.
To her, his voice sounded like a final judgment.

“Tell me honestly, when did you become able to take human form?”

Xiu Qingcheng looked at Meng Yingxing.
In the flickering candlelight, his bewitching scarlet eyes were staring straight at her.

This was a fatal question.
Xiu Qingcheng swallowed hard.

She was already imagining the tragic scene of Meng Yingxing finding out the truth and yelling, ‘What about the most basic trust between a person and their sword, Master!’