Can't a girl be a traitor like Cao Cao?

Then they saw a group of small, yellow-skinned people sitting on an obsidian platform built in front of them.

Upon closer inspection, Feng Lingqiu's expression immediately turned serious.

Because without a doubt, they were a group of young children dressed in strange yellow clothes!

After searching for so long, from southern Hunan all the way to western Hunan, and finally to the Demonic Palace of Zizaitian, they found the long-lost thousand children.

Feng Lingqiu, however, was not happy at all.

Because the children who appeared before her were behaving very strangely.

They appeared to be sitting cross-legged around a huge obsidian platform, facing some object on the platform.

He clasped his hands together and murmured something.

The scene before my eyes resembled an ancient and sinister ritual.

These children were clearly not participating in this ceremony voluntarily.

Feng Lingqiu soon saw that there was another stone platform high up on the obsidian platform.

Sitting on the stone platform was a strange young man dressed in a three-colored floral robe, holding a peculiar instrument resembling a vertical flute, playing some strange melody.

Feng Lingqiu was standing quite far away, so he couldn't hear very clearly at this moment.

However, after moving a little closer, she felt a demonic sound enter her brain, making her dizzy and almost losing control.

Feng Lingqiu immediately became alert and lightly bit the tip of his tongue.

A whiff of blood reached her senses, and she immediately snapped back to reality.

He then realized that it must be the strange rhythm played by the piper on the stage that had controlled the thousands of children below the stage.

Let them sit here and perform this strange ritual.

Upon closer inspection of the obsidian platform, Feng Lingqiu discovered that the children, under the control of the flute player, were collectively worshipping a broken human skeleton.

Feng Lingqiu was startled, and then he saw that the children here all looked sallow and were in very poor condition.

It was as if the ritual had drained their life force.

On the ground of the cave to the side, you can see that there are already many remains of dead children piled up.

It's obvious that he died here.

In other words, for every child who dies, they have to replace them with new children?

At this moment, Feng Lingqiu couldn't help but feel a surge of intense anger.

What exactly do these people from the Demonic Sect want to do?

Are they trying to revive those skeletons by having children perform some strange ritual here?

Although she was angry, she remained calm.

Because there are so many children in front of them, even if Feng Lingqiu manages to rescue them all, he won't be able to get them all out safely.

Therefore, at this point, Feng Lingqiu was already planning to leave.

Obviously, it would be more appropriate to quickly return to the coffin shop, inform Lin Jun of the discovery, and then discuss the matter further.

So Feng Lingqiu quietly turned around, returned to the cave entrance, and left the hot underground cave.

However, just as she was preparing to sneak away down the stalactite steps ahead...

Suddenly, a warning bell rang in my mind.

Feng Lingqiu almost didn't hesitate, immediately drawing the short sword hidden at his waist and coldly snorting at a stalactite pillar in front of him.

From the shadow cast by the stone pillar, a weathered man with cold and stern features slowly emerged from the shadows.

Then he said softly, "I've been following you all this way, intending to capture you after you leave this cave. You've been quite alert."

Seeing his steady gait and calluses on his hands, Feng Lingqiu knew he was a master of the knife.

The blue and red dragon-headed sword hanging at his waist clearly identified him.

"Fourth on the Hundred Ghosts List, Swordsman, Broken Ridge."

Upon hearing Feng Lingqiu call out his name, Duan Shanji revealed a weathered smile on his face.

"You do have some knowledge."

After saying that, he placed his hand on the hilt of the knife and slightly pulled out a broken knife with only half of its spine remaining.

"However... this level of knowledge is probably not enough to get you out of this place."

Fengling Hill.

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A considerable amount of time has passed since Feng Lingqiu left.

Xiao Yu, who was in the warehouse, looked increasingly nervous.

Although Feng Lingqiu had told him beforehand that if she didn't return for too long, he could leave on his own.

But Xiaoyu didn't know exactly how long the elder meant by "too long".

Is it a cup of tea? A stick of incense? Or an hour?

But no matter how long it took, for Xiaoyu, who was sitting by the carriage at this moment, every second felt like an eternity.

He felt he couldn't wait any longer, but he was also worried about the elder and felt he shouldn't leave.

But the elder's attitude was extremely confident.

How should I put it? Xiaoyu felt that since she was seriously injured, she shouldn't have ventured into the lion's den and brought him to this place.

Moreover, Xiaoyu didn't even see her corpse puppet following her.

How could the Corpse Driving Sect not have corpse puppets?

Therefore, a major battle inevitably broke out with the people of the Joyful Sect, which resulted in the elder's corpse puppet being destroyed.

Despite suffering such a great loss, she remained undeterred and continued to oppose the Joyful Sect.

That must mean they bear a heavy responsibility.

But Xiaoyu himself was just a nobody.

Where does he get so much sense of responsibility?

Caught in a dilemma, he was already feeling the strain and wanted to retreat and leave.

However, it was at this moment.

Suddenly, several disciples of the Joyful Sect were seen walking casually toward them.

Chapter 351 Wild grass is not as fragrant as home-grown flowers

The three sects of the Demonic Path differ in their emphasis on different cultivation techniques, resulting in varying proportions of male and female disciples among their lower-level members.

For example, the Corpse Driving Sect requires constant contact with corpses and the cultivation of special yang-based techniques, so it has a larger number of male disciples.

The Xuan Yin Sect's Xuan Shen Divine Skill can only be passed on to female disciples, so most of the disciples in the sect are women.

As for the Joyful Sect, it is composed of half men and half women.

However, the Joyful Sect usually prefers to send male disciples out to handle external affairs with the sect elders, while female disciples are kept in the Underworld, with outstanding inner disciples selected to enter the Pleasure Cave.

Therefore, the disciples of the Joyful Sect within Yindu are still more female than male.

Furthermore, since disciples of the Joyful Sect are required to practice the secret method of dual cultivation, most of the women among them are sexually promiscuous.

If one doesn't engage in dual cultivation for a day, one's whole body feels itchy and restless. If there aren't enough men, then women can also cultivate together.

Therefore, male disciples of the Joyful Sect who reside in the Underworld are often treated like precious treasures by the female disciples within the sect.

This often aroused envy among male disciples from other sects.

At this moment, the disciples of the Joyful Sect who entered from outside consisted of three women and one man.

The four men embraced and walked into the warehouse, chatting and laughing, seemingly planning to do something there.

Unexpectedly, there was still someone inside.

Both sides were stunned when they met here.

A cute girl with pigtails from the Joyful Sect disciples blinked her big, watery eyes and pouted her pink lips, asking, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Xiaoyu seemed a little nervous at this moment, and quickly explained, "I came here to deliver goods, and I'm waiting here for my... um... senior sister to come."

But she left abruptly, telling me to wait here. So I waited here.

Upon hearing this, the four members of the Joyful Sect immediately showed expressions of understanding.

One of the long-haired, aloof female disciples sneered, "So that's why Senior Brother Ruyi hasn't come back for so long... He's been hooking up with that wildcat outside..."

Another innocent-looking female disciple clung to the arm of another male disciple and said, "It's alright, we still have Senior Brother Xinyi... he's enough on his own."

Upon hearing this, the male disciple known as Xinyi immediately showed an embarrassed expression.

Then he said to Xiaoyu, "Junior brother, are you busy? Could you do me a small favor?"

"what?"

Xiao Yu asked with an innocent look on his face.

"These are the three senior and junior sisters. Pick two to help me share the burden."

"Sharing refers to..."

Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment, but immediately realized what the other person was talking about.

Is this the chaotic dual cultivation method of the Joyful Sect?

Xiao Yu's heart couldn't help but pound.

Although he wanted to refuse, three women from the Joyful Sect had already come over and surrounded him.

"Hmm...it looks pretty good, and it smells nice too."

The aloof female disciple leaned on Xiao Yu's shoulder and said with a smile, "Junior brother, why don't you choose me? I have the ultimate technique of combining ice and fire!"

"No, I want to try something different!"

The innocent-looking junior sister leaned close to his other side, blowing a fragrant breeze into his ear and saying, "Senior brother, will you choose me?"

The last cute girl with twin ponytails leaned against Xiaoyu's shoulder, licking her lips and sniffing him lightly, "You smell so good... There's a strange herbal scent? Huh? This scent? Have you never practiced dual cultivation with anyone before?"

Xiao Yu had never been so intimate with a living woman in his life, but he never expected to be suddenly surrounded by three women from the Joyful Sect.

The three girls all showed excited expressions, sniffing Xiaoyu all over.

"It's true!"

"Hehe, I'll have something to eat tonight!"

"Hiss, hiss, this smell... it's just too good!"

At the same time, all three female disciples showed expressions of great anticipation.

In a place like the Joyful Sect, finding a virgin boy who has never experienced sexual relations is as difficult as ascending to heaven. In the eyes of the three women, this boy Xiaoyu was probably a furnace carefully prepared by the sect elders, but they never expected that they would seize the opportunity and pick up such a great bargain.

Seeing his three companions surrounding this strange male disciple, the remaining disciple of the Joyful Sect inexplicably became excited.

They began to hide in the shadows and observe how things developed.

It looks like he's practicing some kind of strange martial art.

At this point, Xiaoyu felt that he was about to give up.

But then a face suddenly flashed through his mind.

I can't let Xiangxiang down...

After gritting his teeth, Xiaoyu was about to bravely say no.

But the three women in front of him rushed to kiss him, silencing all his words.

"Chirp...chirp...suck...suck..."

A fragrant breeze caressed my face, and all I could hear were the seductive voices of women.

Just as this junior disciple of the Corpse-Driving Sect was about to lose himself in the dazzling lights and revelry of the Joyful Sect.

The female corpse hiding under the carriage suddenly turned her stiff head.