There are countless geniuses in the world of cultivation, but only my junior sister Sha Diao

Chapter 1445 Forced Voluntary

"boom--"

"what happened?"

The moment the Ghost Lord paused, Sect Master Qin swiftly and decisively slashed down with his sword. After creating distance, he frowned, noticing something unusual in the distance.

While it wasn't quite an earthquake, there was another distinct fluctuation of energy besides the sounds of their fight. When he noticed it and looked over, it was as if the entire space froze for a moment.

Having been accidentally struck by several swords during the battle, leaving his body tattered and mangled, the Ghost Lord seemed to suddenly receive some message and abruptly looked in one direction, asking, "What kind of tricks are you cultivators up to now?"

If I wasn't mistaken just now, it seemed that some of his men had been reassigned.

The jet-black token in Qu Yimian's hand was obtained from him.

For ghost cultivators, it serves as both a symbol of status and the ability to freely summon a group of powerful ghost cultivators they have prepared in advance.

But as the lord of the Ghost Realm, he wasn't completely brainless.

While the demon race and the monster race were already used to their superficial alliance, the Ghost Realm had never joined forces with either of them before.

They've only come together because of enough mutual benefit. Don't even think about them trusting each other; that's probably wishful thinking. Besides, none of the three parties are good people. The demon and monster races are wary of each other. Do you think he'd be so foolish as to expose all his cards?

That is definitely not possible.

Therefore, as agreed beforehand, this group of people should not be used lightly unless absolutely necessary.

This is to prevent those cunning old devils or those mindless demons from suddenly stabbing him in the back.

But what did he just notice?

The token contained a trace of his power, so when the anomaly occurred, it immediately transmitted the message back to him, clearly explaining the situation.

The group of people operating in secret had already been mobilized in advance.

but……

"Why?" The Ghost Lord was unusually bewildered.

That's not how it's written in the script!

"what why?"

Sect Master Qin wasn't exactly known for his good temper; in fact, very few sword cultivators were mild-mannered. After realizing what was happening, he coldly drew his sword and slammed it down on Qin's head. "That's what I should be asking you. You're the ones who've been up to no good. We cultivators haven't done anything."

We got beaten up and now we have to take the blame for these demons and monsters?

There's no such logic in the world.

This is an insult!

Swords flashed and lightning crackled, ghostly energy spread, and the tension between the two grew increasingly palpable.

The Ghost Lord was furious. He said he hated fighting with sword cultivators, but these stubborn mules didn't care about anything and just kept wielding their swords and hacking around.

Previously, he only knew that his disciples were stubborn, but no one told him that their master was just as stubborn.

The stubborn donkey has taught a bunch of stubborn donkeys; no wonder the demons and monsters, those good-for-nothings, keep failing.

He could gloat before because the sword hadn't struck his head, but now that he'd fought with Sect Leader Qin, he realized just how troublesome the other was.

Fortunately, he was still able to hold off the other party.

But none of that matters. What's most important now is that he wants to know what happened on the other side and why Qu Yimian suddenly used those ghost cultivators.

Out of malice towards his opponent, he was almost immediately certain that the cultivation world had stirred up some trouble again in an attempt to make a last-ditch effort.

But what kind of thing could force the other party to take this step?

Even if some old masters in the cultivation world were to intervene, they wouldn't have the ability to stop Qu Yimian, who is now a completely different person.

not to mention--

Having cultivated to this level, neither of them were clearly naive fools. The fluctuations in their aura just now clearly contained a trace of…

"Transcending the tribulation period!"

The two spoke at the same time, then exchanged a wary glance.

I wonder where this new tribulation came from.

With the addition of the ghost cultivators, the cultivation world was already in complete chaos. Qu Yimian was not wrong in saying that the cities were indeed in dire need of help and were making a last-ditch effort.

The only thing she hadn't expected was that Gu Xia's first act upon returning wasn't to look for her, but rather to cause a huge disturbance at the Ye family.

After a series of threats and inducements, the heads of the families were indeed intimidated.

It turns out that it's best not to have too much curiosity, because as the old saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.

Doesn't this just let them run straight into Gu Xia's hands?

Regardless of what methods she used, let's just say she failed.

"sky!"

"How exactly did the demon race and the monster race persuade these ghost cultivators?"

"Stop yelling 'Oh my god!' Damn it, this place is about to be breached!"

These days, one unexpected event after another has forced a group of cultivators who originally only wanted to escape to grit their teeth and unite to defend the city behind them.

After all, other places seemed to be in the same chaotic situation. If all the cities were captured, where could they escape to?

It's better to fight one last time before you die.

However, their cultivators were a hastily assembled force in a time of crisis, and when faced with an endless tide of enemies, their hard-won strength began to crumble little by little.

Everyone was acutely aware of one fact—

They can't stop it.

The small town was practically deserted, and the few surviving cultivators had all gathered in larger cities. Even with the help of some disciples from the five sects, it was just a drop in the ocean against so many enemies.

The defenses gradually began to crumble, bit by bit.

As the leading monster leaped in, its massive body merely patted them lightly, followed by countless screams and howls echoing through the chaotic space. One monster after another opened its blood-red maws, its eyes gleaming with ravenous desire as it stared at them.

The cultivator who was sent flying turned deathly pale in an instant. The stench of blood emanating from his body immediately attracted the attention of a large demon beast. Seeing the beast rushing towards him, with the foul smell almost within reach, his limbs went weak, and he could only close his eyes in despair.

In a state of extreme panic, a person has no time to react in any other way; he has only one thought in his mind.

Please, let divine intervention save his life!

He's still young, he doesn't want to die.

The next second, he heard a faint commotion from the battlefield. He closed his eyes tightly and covered his head, but after waiting for a long time, he did not feel any pain. Instead, he felt a warm, viscous liquid splash onto his body.

"Are you OK?"

It was a young and slightly aloof voice.

The cultivator, who had thought he was going to die, opened his eyes tremblingly, only to see the enormous demon beast lying beside him, cut in half at the waist by a sword.

"???"

what's the situation?

He was overjoyed and quickly touched himself all over, then was overwhelmed with immense joy.

He's not dead, he's not dead, hahaha.

and many more?

He was stunned for a moment, then saw that there were many more sword cultivators on the battlefield, who had obviously rushed here to save the remaining cultivators.

No, he was just thinking about it.

With Heaven's will above, are there really divine soldiers descending from the heavens?

"What divine soldiers descending from the heavens?"

Seeing his stunned expression, the young swordsman twirled his sword, clearly not understanding what he was talking about, and gave him a slightly strange look. "We came here to help on behalf of the family head."

"You Gu family members would be so kind?" The cultivator blurted out before he could even process what was happening.

"..."

The two of them fell silent for a moment.

It wasn't that he wanted to question them, but rather that these aristocratic families' ability to protect themselves was truly remarkable. What did the lives of outside cultivators matter to them? As long as they protected their disciples and kept them within their own small territory, that was enough.

Therefore, when he suddenly saw someone coming, his first reaction was naturally disbelief.

But when she caught a glimpse of the swordsman's clothes out of the corner of her eye, she recognized that they seemed to be the Gu family's iconic crest, and the rest of her words caught in her throat.

It seems, or probably... it's true.

The other party was clearly displeased after being questioned, and said with his head held high, "Of course it's not just us, the other families also sent people to other places to provide assistance. If I hadn't arrived in time, you would have become that monster's food long ago."

As expected of a sword cultivator, his words were quite straightforward.

The cultivator wasn't ungrateful; he immediately changed his expression and said, "Thank you, fellow Daoist, and everyone from the Gu family for your help."

Sword cultivators are known for their quick tempers, and when the young man saw that he was sincerely thanking him, he waved his hand and kicked away another demonic beast that was pouncing on the two of them. "No need to thank me. Anyway, our patriarch was forced to come voluntarily. We're all in the same boat."

"what?"

The thanking cultivator had never heard such a novel statement before. Was there really someone in this world who could force those arrogant family heads to do something like this? "Then...may I ask who is so powerful?"

Write it down first, there might be an opportunity to thank them later.

After all, if it weren't for the other party, he would probably be dead from that attack.

The next second, the boy replied calmly, "Of course it's Gu Xia."

Ok?

Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!

Gu Xia?

What's Xia?

The person asking the question was completely stunned.

Wait, isn't Gu Xia dead?

If you don't want to talk about it, there's no need to make up such an outrageous reason to fool him, right?

However, the other person clearly didn't think they had said anything earth-shattering, and even tilted their head innocently at him.

"..."