I Can Devour Spirits

Duan Rong, Xiao Yu, and Ximen Kankan walked back to the main road.

Duan Rong’s gaze swept over the few figures on the main road; the sect envoys were all present.

Duan Rong’s eyes involuntarily fell on Lv Qingzhu. Sensing Duan Rong’s gaze, Lv Qingzhu furrowed her brow, her face icy cold.

It was as if Duan Rong had been pricked; he immediately averted his eyes...

Everyone present looked exhausted, and many were wounded.

Zhu Qunxiang said, ”I know you all just went through a fierce battle and are very tired! But we must now clean up the battlefield and check the forest for any surviving comrades.”

”For those of us from the Taiyi Sect, whether alive or dead, we need to find them! Otherwise, it will be hard for us to account.”

”My suggestion is that we act together. After all, there might still be remnants of the foul-blooded ones lurking in the forest, and acting alone could be dangerous.”

”Do any of you have objections?”

After Zhu Qunxiang spoke, there was a dead silence in the crowd; no one spoke up.

Zhu Qunxiang glanced around and finally looked directly at A Mo by the side of the road. ”A Mo, what do you think?”

Strictly speaking, A Mo wasn’t really a sect envoy; Lv Qingzhu held that position.

A Mo was taken aback by Zhu Qunxiang’s question. Whenever she was with Lv Qingzhu, she listened to Lv Qingzhu in all matters.

A Mo instinctively looked at Lv Qingzhu beside her.

Lv Qingzhu gave a slight nod.

A Mo understood and nodded at Zhu Qunxiang.

Seeing A Mo nod, Zhu Qunxiang felt reassured and said, ”Then, let’s go. We’ll start from this side of the forest.”

Saying that, Zhu Qunxiang headed towards the forest by the side of the main road.

Several people on the main road silently followed. Lv Qingzhu and A Mo were at the back of the group.

The few walking kept a peripheral eye on A Mo not far behind them.

The forest might hold dangers, but knowing A Mo was behind them made them feel more at ease.

The martial artists in the True Qi Realm were somewhat exhausted. However, A Mo’s horizontally practiced martial arts weren’t restricted by True Qi, and her combat strength was nearly unaffected.

Even if there were real threats in the forest, with A Mo present, the remnants of the foul-blooded ones would gain no advantage.

This was why Zhu Qunxiang asked A Mo. Although A Mo wasn’t a sect envoy, on the actual battlefield, only those with strength had a voice.

If A Mo hadn’t agreed, he wouldn’t have dared to venture into the forest.

As they just stepped off the road, a sudden gust of wind arose, and the debris and bits scattered by the explosion rustled loudly.

A piece of paper was suddenly caught by the wind, spinning in the air. Ximen Kankan glanced at it, leaped up, and caught it in his hand.

On the paper was a blob of ink scribbles.

Ximen Kankan looked at it and sighed; it seemed the Erotic Paintings he brought were all ruined.

In the past, Ximen Kankan would have been heartbroken and cried out.

But this time, he had faced life and death himself.

Most importantly, he had seen Xia Shuangshuang’s naked corpse.

Ximen Kankan didn’t realize it, but many of the obsessions he once held dissolved before Xia Shuangshuang’s body.

Ximen Kankan’s experience loosely aligned with the Western Buddhism’s White Bone Observation practice.

It was just that he was trapped within and unaware.

Ximen Kankan smiled as he let go of the paper, which was then carried away by the wind, disappearing into the distance...

The group arrived at the edge of the forest and immediately saw a beheaded corpse not far away.

They quickly approached. At a glance at the person’s figure, clothing, and weapons that had fallen not far away, Zhu Qunxiang immediately recognized them.

”It’s Tao Rong!”

Tao Rong was in the Great Success Realm, considered powerful among the registered disciples, but unexpectedly hadn’t escaped the clutches of the foul-blooded demons.

The group expressed their sorrow. As they turned the corner at the edge of the forest, they saw a ruined temple.

From the corner of the forest where they stood to the temple entrance, the path was littered with broken plants, evidence of a fierce battle, but no corpses were visible.

Zhu Qunxiang’s gaze flickered. He stepped towards the temple, and everyone followed closely.

Lv Qingzhu’s face turned slightly red as she neared the temple again.

As the group entered the temple, they were instantly shocked.

The small temple was scattered with many mutilated corpses, some beheaded, some bisected, with blood threads wriggling grotesquely on them.

These corpses were clearly the foul-blooded demons!

”Serves them right!” Lu Qingfeng cursed through gritted teeth.

Zhu Qunxiang suddenly noticed a bizarre mummified corpse; it had turned an ashen color, with some blood threads still wriggling on its surface...

Moving towards it, Zhu Qunxiang’s eyes flickered.

The clothes on the mummy seemed somewhat familiar.

Suddenly, a chill ran over Zhu Qunxiang as he saw an iron fan, half-open, lying beside the mummy.

Lu Qingfeng walked up behind Zhu Qunxiang and said, ”Is it Fan Yuanhai?”

”Yes,” Zhu Qunxiang replied, his voice somber.

”When did he get here?” Lu Qingfeng inquired, puzzled.

Zhu Qunxiang said, ”He probably arrived after the explosion and met the foul-blooded demons, falling victim to their attack.”

Both Zhu Qunxiang and Lu Qingfeng noted that Fan Yuanhai’s mummified corpse had its entire left arm missing from the shoulder, with the severed bone clearly visible, indicating an intense battle before his death.