Chapter 95: Old enemy? One on the side of the road!

“Haha… ha?”

Tu Tianxian froze the moment he heard that familiar voice, his expression quickly shifting into one of pure rage.

“Xia Baiqian!”

A rich fragrance of flowers and fruit wafted through the air.

A silhouette flickered before Chu Huaizhou’s eyes. Xia Baiqian, with her fluffy cherry-pink short hair bouncing, arrived through the air, her bare feet stepping on nothingness.

“What’s wrong, Little Tu-Tu? Why are you calling for your Grandma? What do you want?”

She propped her chin on one hand and hid the other behind her back, looking at Tu Tianxian with a beaming smile, looking every bit like the girl next door.

However, the countless gu insects surrounding them underwent an instant mutation the moment she arrived.

They turned their various mouthparts toward Tu Tianxian; their previous subservience had vanished, replaced by predatory intent.

The few insects that possessed enough willpower to resist being turned simply had their life force snuffed out by her mere presence.

Inside the swaying Hall of a Hundred Gu:

“Hehe, did you forget how Grandma beat you all until you ran away with your tails between your legs?”

Using gu in front of the one who ruled the Dao of Gu was like swinging a heavy axe in front of Lu Ban—an embarrassing display of amateurism.

Her light pink eyes seemed to shimmer with a faint glow. Her gaze was no longer soft as it was when she was with Chu Huaizhou; it had become sharp and terrifying.

It was as if this was her true self, and the persona she maintained before her Master was merely a carefully crafted disguise.

Chu Huaizhou felt a tightness in his chest. Looking at the back of the figure standing before him, he felt a surge of emotion.

Though her stature was as petite as he remembered, Baiqian seemed incredibly tall at this moment.

He suddenly felt a sense of displacement, as if the reality before him was nothing more than a dream.

His disciples had truly experienced so much during the long period he couldn’t remember.

He wondered if they were acting this way on purpose when they were with him, showing a side that matched his memories.

Only in battle did the maturity they had accumulated over three hundred years truly burst forth.

It gave Chu Huaizhou the illusion that the disciples were the ones who should be the masters.

“Xia Baiqian… you raised this Seat to be like this, yet you dare come here when my strength is at its peak?!”

Tu Tianxian harbored deep resentment for the two people he hated most in this life. His consciousness seemed to drift, returning to the past.

According to the original path of his fate, he should have mastered the Dao, possessed the most respected Master, and had a talented Junior Sister.

In the warm “family” of the demonic sect, he would have committed every evil imaginable and slowly developed into a Great Ascension powerhouse.

Ultimately, he would have been eliminated by the protagonist controlled by a player.

But all of that was changed because of Chu Huaizhou—or more accurately, because of Xia Baiqian.

Tu Tianxian could never forget that day. He was still in the Body Integration stage, having just been with his beloved Junior Sister.

He was only waiting for the death of his Junior Sister’s father—his Master and the previous Sect Master of the Netherworld Sect.

Then, he could succeed as the Sect Master. He would use the entire sect’s power to gather geniuses, treasures, and secret realms.

Eventually, he would achieve the supreme Great Ascension stage and reach the pinnacle of a demonic life.

Yet, at that perfect moment, a sword light slashed through. A blinding radiance appeared in the dark underground of the sect.

The light was so intense he couldn’t look directly at it; he instinctively reached out to cover his eyes. When he moved his hand away, he saw…

His Junior Sister had been split apart by that Peerless Sword Light, becoming 0.8 of a Junior Sister, her life force completely gone.

The person who did it flicked the top-tier Immortal Treasure in his hand, as if extinguishing a fire.

The man spared him a casual glance and said:

“Is this guy… with you? Sorry, I thought he was just a stumbling block.”

Tu Tianxian’s face turned ashen. His Master couldn’t even manage a word of resistance before he, too, perished.

His Master and Junior Sister lay together like scattered puzzle pieces.

Having finished his work, the man looked around at the many dazed demons with a pitiful, ferocious grin, then turned and left without looking back.

From that day on, Tu Tianxian became obsessed with becoming stronger, inheriting his Master’s Dao.

But just as he was about to reach a breakthrough, he was kicked down by the heavens. Only later did he learn why.

What was her name… Xia Baiqian?

Back then, he didn’t know Xia Baiqian was just a wet-behind-the-ears girl; if he had known her aura was even more ruthless, he would have been even more terrified.

The Netherworld Sect had survived since ancient times, preserving the inheritance of five “Daos.” One was Plague, and one was Gu.

The other three had vanished in the long river of history.

The remaining two became the foundation of the Netherworld Sect. However, Plague was held by the Reincarnation Emperor, and Gu…

The desperate Tu Tianxian could only seek another path. Perhaps due to the “game’s” influence, he actually found his own way and achieved Great Ascension.

Of course, the Chu Huaizhou who had motivated him back then still had the power to kill him in a second.

Now, the person he hated most, Chu Huaizhou, was likely in a severely weakened state with barely a fraction of his power left.

And his second most hated person, Xia Baiqian, had suffered a serious depletion of her gu insect reserves in her battle with the Emperor. She wouldn’t necessarily win against him while he was bolstered by the Blood Pill.

A Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox? She was at the bottom tier of the Great Ascension stage—not worth mentioning.

Besides, because of his new “Dao,” his body had achieved an unprecedented effect.

He had merged with their sect’s ancestral treasure, the Low-grade Immortal Treasure—the Plague Cloud Shroud.

The many powerful traits were hard to explain one by one, but in short, thanks to the Demon Pill, his strength was among the strongest in the early Great Ascension stage.

One key point was his special constitution, which allowed him to refine the countless natural treasures required for a Blood Pill into a tool, forging the pill within himself.

This was the root cause of why the Netherworld Sect remained one of the five great demonic sects even after losing all its Dao inheritances during the Great Calamity.

Tu Tianxian’s eyes were as dark and sharp as knives. He stared deathly at the two mortal enemies before him, raising his hand to increase the power of his technique.

But he found that the array was spiraling out of control and beginning to reverse. The blood qi was being sucked out of his body, flowing back into everyone else.

It was the “Anti-Netherworld Imperial Array” developed by Xia Baiqian taking effect, forcibly merging with the array below and reversing its function.

Jiang Chen and the other minor cultivators and commoners had no idea what kind of god-level battle was happening above.

But they knew that not only had the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox arrived, but even the Sword Immortal’s second disciple—the legendary Gu Immortal—was here.

How could they lose? They didn’t even know how they could possibly die now.

“If I could just see the legendary, elegant, brilliant, and unparalleled Peerless Sword Immortal once, I could die with no regrets.”

Liao Miaotong was truly a body cultivator; despite having her essence sucked out like a blood pump and then returned, she still had the energy to act like a fangirl.

The others had been tortured miserably. Although their respect for the Sword Immortal had grown, they had no strength left to speak.

Of course, besides Liao Miaotong, there was one other person with energy to spare.

“Hey! First the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, now the Gu Immortal… Ye Feng, why do you get all the luck?!”

“Answer me! Why?!”

It was the one Cheng Qingshuang had protected so well. Aside from having his life essence drained by Bai Li to supplement Cheng Qingshuang, he was almost unaffected.

He gnashed his teeth and punched the ground in frustration.