Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic Woman Uses Her Stunning Beauty to Complete Missions

Shen Feng stepped forward and patted Shen Chumo on the shoulder: "Mo'er, we owe you a lot this time, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Shen Chumo's expression was indifferent.

"As a cultivator, it is also my duty to eliminate evil and demons."

Shen Feng noticed Shen Chumo's indifference, and a look of disappointment flashed across his face.

On the other side, Lin Shuang flew directly to Shen Chumo and hugged her.

"My Mo'er, I'm so glad you're alright."

Lin Shuang hugged Shen Chumo, her voice trembling slightly, a mixture of lingering fear and heartache for Shen Chumo.

Ever since Shen Chumo left the sect, she had been thinking about her constantly, but she knew in her heart that Shen Chumo still resented their favoritism.

Now she finally understands just how wrong she was.

Shen Chumo lowered her eyes. What use was it that these people admitted their mistakes? She was not the original owner of this body, and she had no right to forgive them on behalf of the original owner. Moreover, she did not want to forgive them.

Perhaps these people were affected by interference from Shen Li's system, but it is undeniable that the harm they caused to the original owner was real.

Lin Shuang seemed to sense Shen Chumo's distance and hugged him tighter, choking back tears as she said, "Mo'er, we were wrong before. We didn't see the truth clearly and misunderstood you. Please give us a chance to make amends. We really know we were wrong."

Shen Chumo gently pushed Lin Shuang away, her expression calm yet distant: "Let bygones be bygones. You are my mother, and that will never change."

“Mo’er…”

Shen Feng stepped forward and gently put his arm around Lin Shuang. "Shuang'er, let's go back to the sect first and give Mo'er some time. She needs to calm down now."

Lin Shuang nodded slightly, her eyes filled with tears, but her gaze remained reluctantly fixed on Shen Chumo.

The group set off again to return to Lingtian Sect, where Shen Feng urgently summoned all the sect elders to discuss Wei Chengfeng's matter.

Wei Chengfeng's sudden appearance will definitely bring considerable changes to the cultivation world.

Shen Feng sat solemnly in the main seat, scanning the elders below, and slowly said, "Wei Chengfeng's strength is unfathomable. He is deeply obsessed with that spirit artifact. If he doesn't find the spirit artifact in the Demon Clan, he will definitely come back to cause trouble. Elders, do you have any thoughts?"

An elder frowned, slowly stood up and said, "Sect Master, Wei Chengfeng is powerful and cunning. If we want to deal with him, the most urgent task is to strengthen the sect's defensive formations."

While the current formation possesses considerable power, it may not withstand a formidable enemy like Wei Chengfeng for long. We must quickly gather disciples skilled in formations within the sect to reinforce and upgrade the defensive array.

Another elder stroked his beard and added with a deep gaze, "I believe that if we can unite with other sects to fight against Wei Chengfeng, we will definitely increase our chances of winning. There are more than just our Lingtian Sect disciples going to the secret realm. I imagine they are also thinking about how to deal with Wei Chengfeng."

The last elder frowned and said, "And Wei Chengfeng said that the path to ascension has long been cut off. Does that mean that all the predecessors who have ascended to heaven on this continent over the past few thousand years have actually perished?"

The crowd fell silent. Ascension was a sacred and longed-for goal for all of them. If what Wei Chengfeng said was true, the path to ascension had long been cut off, and those predecessors had not successfully ascended but had perished, this truth was too cruel and hard to accept.

Shen Feng's face was gloomy, and he felt a mix of emotions. As the head of a sect, he knew that if this matter was not handled properly, it would not only damage the confidence of the sect's disciples, but also cause turmoil in the cultivation world.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and slowly said, "No matter what the truth is, we must not lose our composure. The most urgent task is to deal with the threat posed by Wei Chengfeng and the Demon Clan."

The matter of the path to ascension might just be an excuse he made for himself after his failure. It should not be spread casually within the sect to avoid causing unnecessary panic.

The elders all nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, Shen Chumo returned to her courtyard and announced that she would be going into seclusion to cultivate, and no one was allowed to disturb her.

Upon entering, Shen Chumo flashed into the spiritual spring space and began drawing a heavenly thunder talisman using a spiritual artifact.

She knew that facing a powerful opponent like Wei Chengfeng, she had to improve her strength and prepare more trump cards.

The spiritual spring space was rich in spiritual energy, and the spiritual artifacts emitted a soft light, providing Shen Chumo with a continuous source of spiritual power.

Her hands moved rapidly, runes constantly appearing at her fingertips before merging into the paper.

Drawing a Heavenly Thunder Talisman is no easy task. Both the materials used in its creation and the control of spiritual energy during the process require extremely high standards.

If not handled carefully, the talisman may be ruined or even cause a backlash.

Shen Chumo could only do her best to draw as many Heavenly Thunder Talismans as possible.

As Wei Chengfeng stepped into the demon territory, a thick and nauseating stench assaulted his senses, like the wailing of countless decaying creatures deep underground. Everywhere he looked was a scene of gloom and eeriness.

The sky was shrouded in thick, dark clouds, so dark it seemed as if it might collapse at any moment.

The demon city, on the other hand, resembled a labyrinth built of twisted black rocks, with towering walls carved with various ferocious and terrifying demon god patterns, emitting a ghostly green light in the darkness.

The city gates were tightly shut, guarded by enormous demonic figures wielding black giant axes and radiating a chilling killing intent, as if warning any invading enemies.

Wei Chengfeng didn't care about these ants. He flew directly to the top of the Demon Lord's Palace and slammed his palm down.

The powerful palm strike was like a black hurricane, carrying a destructive force that instantly blasted a huge hole in the top of the palace.

The surrounding demon servants screamed and ran away.

"Help! Someone is attacking the Demon Lord's Palace!"

The Demon Lord, who had been resting with his eyes closed in the palace, felt the impact of this powerful force and his expression changed drastically.

He roared, his demonic energy surging around him, and in a flash he appeared in the palace. He looked up at the damaged roof, his eyes filled with anger and vigilance.

"Who are you! How dare you run wild in my Demon Clan!" The Demon Lord's voice resounded throughout the palace like a great bell, carrying endless majesty and killing intent.

Although Wei Chengfeng was not a demon, he seemed to descend like a demon god, slowly floating down with endless pressure.

Hovering before the Demon Lord, his eyes filled with disdain, he said, "Demon Lord? If you don't hand over the spirit artifact today, this Demon Palace of yours will become your burial ground!"

He looked down at the Demon Lord with a sinister smirk: "Hand over the spirit artifact, and perhaps I can spare your corpse."

Upon hearing this, the Demon Lord was enraged, and his maniacal laughter shook the entire hall: "You bastard, spouting such nonsense! Today, I'll make sure you never leave alive!"