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

Shen Chumo remained noncommittal: "Why are you here?"

Bai Ziqing's expression was solemn: "Recently, the Yin energy in Kunlun Mountain has been very strong. My master ordered me to go down the mountain to investigate, but I never expected to encounter a corpse-raising formation."

He paused, then said, "If you two are going to Kunlun Mountain, you'd better be careful."

Shen Chumo and Ji Linchuan exchanged a glance, their hearts sinking simultaneously.

Bai Ziqing turned and looked into the depths of the Kunlun Mountains, where ancient eaves could be vaguely seen amidst the swirling clouds and mist.

"This place is not safe to stay any longer. If you two don't mind, you can come with me back to Kunlun to take refuge temporarily."

Shen Chumo and Ji Linchuan exchanged a glance, and Shen Chumo nodded.

"Then we'll take our leave."

Shen Chumo and Ji Linchuan followed behind Bai Ziqing. They saw him walking briskly, and even on rugged terrain, he seemed to be doing it effortlessly.

Fortunately, Shen Chumo had given Ji Linchuan a speed-running talisman beforehand, so keeping up with Bai Ziqing wasn't difficult.

Bai Ziqing originally wanted to slow down, but he didn't expect that Ji Linchuan, a mere mortal, could keep up with him. His eyes flickered, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

The three hurried along the winding mountain road. After an unknown amount of time, a cold wind carrying snowflakes lashed at their faces.

"arrive."

Bai Ziqing said softly.

Shen Chumo looked up and found that the Kunlun Sect in front of her was completely different from the rumors.

The gate was nothing more than two rough log pillars supporting a dilapidated plaque. The three large characters "Kunlun Sect" were already faded and mottled, and large patches of paint had peeled off the edges, revealing the dark wood grain underneath.

The stone lions on either side of the gate are missing a front paw, crookedly squatting there, covered with moss and cracks, as if they might collapse at any moment.

Following the path, we finally saw a few wooden houses.

Although they were a bit simple, at least these rooms were not lacking in anything and looked clean and tidy.

It's probably because someone cleans it regularly.

“These are the disciples’ residences,” Bai Ziqing said, pointing to the wooden houses. “Further ahead are the training ground and the dining hall.”

The training ground was just a slightly flat open space, the ground was full of potholes and footprints, and there were some old weapon racks around it, with countless nicks on the blades.

More than twenty disciples were practicing swordsmanship in the open space. Their voices were loud and their movements were uniform.

Shen Chumo glanced at them briefly and saw that most of these disciples were at the second or third level of Qi Refining, with the highest being no more than the fifth level.

The door to the dining hall was half-open, from which came the soft clattering of pots and pans and the aroma of food.

"The supplies in our camp are currently scarce, and the meals may not be as plentiful as those outside," Bai Ziqing said apologetically, "but we can guarantee that you'll have enough to eat."

Shen Chumo nodded slightly, her gaze sweeping over her surroundings. The Kunlun Sect had indeed exceeded her expectations.

Although the location is somewhat remote, it would be easy for a cultivator to obtain some wealth if they truly wished.

Putting everything else aside, just look at Bai Ziqing's abilities. He could easily become a retainer in any aristocratic family and ensure a comfortable life for the Kunlun Sect. Yet, the current dilapidated state of affairs seems like a deliberate attempt to maintain a life of poverty.

Bai Ziqing led them onward to a slightly larger wooden house and said, "This is the guest room. Please rest here for now. If you need anything, please let us know."

As you step inside, a pleasant fragrance wafts towards you.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that a stick of incense had been left on the table.

The room was furnished extremely simply: a wooden bed, a table, and two chairs.

An oil lamp sat on the table, next to a teapot and several teacups.

"I'm so sorry, the conditions are simple, I hope you two will understand." Bai Ziqing apologized again, "I need to go and report to my master first, and I will come to visit again later."

After saying that, he turned and left, gently closing the door behind him.

Shen Chumo and Ji Linchuan exchanged a glance, and Ji Linchuan said in a low voice, "How could the Kunlun Sect be so dilapidated? It's completely different from the famous sects I imagined."

Shen Chumo walked to the window and looked out through the mottled window paper with a wary gaze: "In short, it's best to be careful first."

Shen Chumo had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Shen Chumo pondered for a moment: "Since we're here, let's make the best of it and observe for a while."

I always felt that Bai Ziqing's purpose in bringing us here wasn't so simple.

As night fell, Bai Ziqing arrived as promised. "Master has heard about the events in Qingxi Village and wishes to speak with you two in detail."

Passing through the winding corridors, a dilapidated main hall came into view.

Moss climbed the faded dragon pillars, and on either side of the hall's entrance stood a stone statue with a severed arm, its palms facing upwards, holding a rusted bronze lampstand. Bai Ziqing stepped forward and gently knocked on the door knocker. After three knocks, the heavy wooden door creaked open, and a strong stench of blood mixed with sandalwood wafted out.

"This is where my master is in seclusion." Bai Ziqing stepped aside to lead the way.

Inside the hall, candlelight flickered, and a white-haired old man sat cross-legged on a futon in the center, looking quite kind and approachable.

"Master, these are the two who encountered danger in Qingxi Village." Bai Ziqing bowed and pulled out a blood-stained plaque from his sleeve. "This was found in the Corpse-Raising Array and is related to the Chen Sect."

The old man slowly opened his eyes, his withered fingers stroking the jade pendant.

"Chenmen, I didn't expect them to reappear after being silent for so long."

Shen Chumo narrowed his eyes slightly, observing the changes in the old man's expression, and said, "Senior seems to know quite a bit about the Chenmen? As far as I know, they act mysteriously, commit many evils, and wherever they go, there is nothing but conspiracy and killing."

The old man sighed deeply, a complex expression flashing in his cloudy eyes: "The Angry Sect has existed for a long time. As early as a hundred years ago, they attempted to overthrow the order of the cultivation world with evil arts. They used the anger in people's hearts as a catalyst, absorbing negative emotions to cultivate, their methods were extremely cruel. Back then, the Kunlun Sect also participated in the encirclement and suppression, but unfortunately..."

His voice gradually lowered as he raised his hand to gently stroke the cracks on the dragon pillar. "A great battle severely damaged the Kunlun Sect, causing it to never recover. The Chenmen Sect also disappeared, but unexpectedly, it has now risen from the ashes."

Bai Ziqing stood to the side with a solemn expression, clenching his fists as he said, "Master, they must have some ulterior motive for setting up the corpse-raising array in Qingxi Village. I'm afraid their goal is not just this."

Although Ji Linchuan was unfamiliar with the affairs of the cultivation world, he had sensed the danger of the Chen Sect from his previous experiences. He asked warily, "Then what exactly is the purpose of this Chen Sect? What are they trying to do by setting up the Corpse-Raising Array?"

The old man stared at Shen Chumo with his cloudy eyes: "Little girl, you do have some spiritual power. Even with my abilities, I can't tell your cultivation level. May I ask which sect you belong to?"

Shen Chumo lowered her eyes, concealing her wariness, and a perfectly timed smile curved her lips: "Senior is too kind. It's just some rudimentary family skill."

"I merely learned some magical arts by chance while traveling with my elders since childhood."

"So it's a family tradition? I couldn't tell which reclusive family the young lady was from."

The old man's face was grim as he continued slowly, "What the Angry Sect seeks is power that transcends life and death and controls everything. The Corpse-Raising Array is merely one of their methods; they enhance their strength by collecting living souls and refining corpse puppets."

Even more terrifying, they are also searching for the legendary 'source of anger,' which is said to grant control over all anger in the world, and at that time…

He didn't continue speaking, but the atmosphere in the hall became increasingly oppressive.

She paused deliberately, "I've heard that some people in the Angry Sect can manipulate people's minds with unpredictable and bizarre methods. Does Senior have any way to deal with this?"

The old man's expression changed slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said, "This is a secret technique of the Angry Sect, indeed troublesome. But the Kunlun Sect is not unprepared. Our Heart-Cleansing Mantra can resist some mental control, but..."

A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, "However, this spell has limited effect on those with high cultivation levels."

Ji Linchuan keenly noticed the old man's unusual behavior and became secretly on guard.

Recalling all that had happened before, and thinking of the Chenmen's emblem, the white tiger tattoo, and the mysterious "Xuanming," Shen Chumo felt a sudden alarm bell ring in her heart: "Senior, according to what you said, the Chenmen's reappearance this time is probably well-prepared."

The clues we discovered in Qingxi Village indicate that they have infiltrated many places, and their methods are covert and difficult to guard against.

Bai Ziqing nodded and said, "Miss Shen is absolutely right. The most urgent task now is to find out the strongholds and plans of the Angry Sect and organize forces to fight back, otherwise the cultivation world will be plunged into another catastrophe."

The old man pondered for a long time, then suddenly looked intently at Shen Chumo: "Young girl, you were able to escape unscathed from the Corpse-Raising Array and even detect traces of the Angry Sect. Your strength is not to be underestimated. I wonder if you would be willing to join forces with the Kunlun Sect to fight against the Angry Sect?"

Shen Chumo sneered inwardly, but remained outwardly calm: "My friend and I came here specifically for the Chenmen Sect. According to our investigation, the Chenmen Sect is located in the Kunlun Mountains. Did your Kunlun Sect not discover it from the beginning?"

The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly narrowed, and his withered fingers unconsciously tightened their grip on the jade pendant. The candlelight in the hall suddenly flickered violently, casting distorted shadows on the dragon pillars.

"Little girl, what do you mean by that?" The old man's voice suddenly turned cold, completely different from his previous kind demeanor.

Bai Ziqing's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

Shen Chumo lightly stroked the silver needles at her waist, a cold smile playing on her lips: "Although the Kunlun Sect is weak, its protective array is still operational. If the Chenmen were to operate within Kunlun territory for a hundred years, would you be completely unaware?"

She suddenly raised her hand, and a beam of golden light shot directly at the old man's brow: "Unless—you were accomplices all along!"

&34;Boom!&34;

The old man's figure distorted and deformed like a reflection in water under the golden light, finally revealing his true appearance—a middle-aged man with a sinister face and strange gray lines crawling around his left eye.

"Hahaha!" the fake sect leader laughed wildly. "As expected of you! But now that you've realized it, it's too late!"

He slammed the jade tablet in his hand to pieces, and the entire hall suddenly shook violently.

The ground cracked, and seven pale white skeletons burst from the earth, their eye sockets flickering with ghostly blue flames.

Ji Linchuan swiftly drew his gun and fired, the bullet piercing the skull but only sending up a few wisps of black smoke. Bai Ziqing's face turned deathly pale: "These are... the remains of past sect leaders?!"

&34;不错！&34;假掌门狞笑，&34;多亏你们昆仑派的&39;养尸地脉&39;，才能炼成这等神兵！&34;

Shen Chumo shielded Ji Linchuan behind her, nine silver needles hovering in front of her: "You deliberately lured me to Kunlun just for the Purple Cloud Token?"

The fake sect leader's chest suddenly split open, revealing a pulsating, blood-red jade stone: "The Purple Cloud Token is just the beginning! What the Angry Sect wants is the key to unlock the Abyss of Wrath!"

Before he could finish speaking, seven corpse puppets pounced at once. Shen Chumo unleashed a barrage of silver needles, but they only left a few shallow marks on the skeletons.

"It's no use!" the fake sect leader laughed wildly. "These corpse puppets have been tempered by the earth's veins and are already—"

&34;Snap!&34;

The skull of a corpse puppet suddenly shattered.

Shen Chumo suddenly had a bronze short sword in her hand, its blade engraved with ancient runes and emitting a faint blue light.

"The Demon-Slaying Sword?!" The fake sect leader was horrified. "This is impossible!"

Shen Chumo sneered. This Demon-Slaying Sword would be nothing more than an ordinary spiritual weapon in the cultivation world, but in this plane, it would definitely be a top-notch divine weapon for suppressing evil.

Taking advantage of the moment, Shen Chumo formed a hand seal, and the Purple Cloud Token flew out from her bosom, hovering above the palace ceiling. Dazzling golden light cascaded down like a waterfall, illuminating the corpse puppet and causing it to emit smoke.

"Bai Ziqing!" she shouted sharply, "Why haven't you made a move yet?"

Bai Ziqing, who had been standing still, suddenly sprang up and pierced the fake sect leader's heart with his sword: "I will pay for my master's life!"

The fake sect leader looked down in disbelief at the sword tip protruding from his chest: "When...when did you...?"

"From the moment you killed my master..." Tears welled in Bai Ziqing's eyes. "I've been waiting for this day!"

Shen Chumo clasped her hands together, and the Purple Cloud Token exploded with a deafening roar. Golden light swept through the hall like a tidal wave, and the seven corpse puppets turned to dust amidst screams. The fake sect leader struggled to crush the Blood Jade, but Ji Linchuan severed his arm with a single sword strike.

"Where is the lair of the Angry Sect?" Shen Chumo stepped on his throat.

The fake sect leader, black blood spilling from his mouth, sneered: "You... will never find... the master is already..."

His body suddenly swelled up, and Shen Chumo shouted urgently: "Back off!"

&34;Bang!&34;

Amidst the pervasive blood mist, the fake sect leader's body was nowhere to be found.

In an unseen place, a soul worm emerged from the spot where the fake sect leader had died, and then burrowed back underground.

Suddenly, screams erupted from outside the hall, and the entire Kunlun Sect was engulfed in flames.

Shen Chumo's pupils contracted sharply, and she quickly formed hand seals to create a defensive barrier around herself.

Black particles drifting from the blood mist sizzled as they struck the barrier. Ji Linchuan held up his modified stun gun to shield her, the muzzle gleaming with pale blue electricity.

Bai Ziqing pointed his sword at the ground, its blade gleaming with silver light: "It's the 'Blood Fiend Gu' of the Angry Sect! They're feeding on the remains of the corpse puppets!"

The ground suddenly surged like boiling asphalt, and hundreds of eerie green Gu worms burst forth from the earth, their bodies covered with facial-shaped markings.

Shen Chumo flicked out spiritual energy threads, trapping the swarm of Gu worms in the center, but the threads were corroded and riddled with holes the moment they touched the Gu worms.

"These Gu worms are strange; they can devour spiritual energy!" Before she finished speaking, a deafening bell rang out from afar, and nine blood-red pillars of light rose from the back mountain of the Kunlun Sect.

Bai Ziqing's expression changed drastically: "It's the 'Nine Netherworld Fire Array' of the Angry Sect! They want to use the Kunlun ley lines to open the Abyss of Wrath!"

He swung his sword to slash away the swarming Gu worms, the runes on the sword beginning to dim. "Miss Shen, we must destroy the array's core!" But... His voice suddenly stopped, a struggle flashing in his pupils.