I have a high-risk profession in the cultivation world.

He blinked, and whether it was his imagination or not, he seemed to see a glimmer of light in this chaotic underground space.

Welcome everyone!

At the same time, a laugh seemed to explode right next to his eardrums. Chu Chenmu would never forget the owner of that voice. He repeated those words in his mind a thousand times.

—Are you sincere?

—Since you are sincere, then endure it here. If you are still alive when I return, then your life will still be yours.

Even the slight rise in the last syllable was exactly the same. Chu Chenmu lowered his eyes, a cold hatred gathering in them.

It was Mo, Qi, and Luo who almost single-handedly wiped out the new generation of disciples from all the major sects.

If it weren't for the incident at Echo Valley, their counterattack would be much easier now.

Chu Chenmu tried to pinpoint the source of the sound, but found that it felt like...

Raindrops fell on him from all directions, soaking him completely.

Just like this rain, it seeps into everything.

A blinding light suddenly shone all around, flashing even underfoot.

The halo was enormous, rising up and almost enveloping the entire battlefield. Chu Chenmu's body sank downwards, and he felt an undeniable pulling sensation. He felt his spiritual power being inexplicably consumed, or rather, captured.

Fortunately, spiritual energy continuously emerged from deep within his bones to replenish him, likely due to his spirit-like nature. Others, however, were not so lucky.

Chu Chenmu exchanged glances with the others around him, and saw the solemnity on their faces as well.

Even their attacks, exposed to the rain, were gradually absorbed, their final power greatly diminished.

The demonic cultivators on the other side seemed unaffected.

The previously intense battlefield suddenly paused for a moment the sound appeared, then split into two distinct groups, briefly ceasing the chaotic fighting. Chu Chenmu stood with the others, listening to them quietly exchanging information about the strange sensations in their bodies and discussing the aura surrounding them; no one dared to make the first move.

Even without taking action, their spiritual energy is being depleted.

Mo Qiluo finally came into Chu Chenmu's sight.

She was wearing a dress that could even be described as adorable, the body of the dress was snow-white with only faint purple accents on the hem, and not a single drop of blood was stained on it. The raindrops seemed to have eyes, avoiding her body.

As she walked, the delicate bells on her ankles jingled. Mo Qiluo flicked raindrops onto her fingertips, tilting her head to reveal a shallow dimple: "You've all come from afar, so why are you being so distant now that you've actually met me? Hmm... that's not good, perhaps—"

She chuckled twice. "How about I punish you all by making you all die here?"

The moment Ren Junmo realized something was wrong, he tried to break the magic array from the outside, but his attack only created slight ripples when it hit the array.

Mo Qiluo's expression remained unchanged, but the disciples trapped in the magic array suddenly turned pale.

“Old man, if you think they’re not dying fast enough, you can continue.”

"The source of this formation's spiritual power is them. If you try to break this formation from the outside, you won't succeed until they are all dead."

"You're so old and half-dead, why are you fighting? You should rest outside for a while."

Mo Qiluo was pleased to see the extremely ugly expressions on everyone's faces because of her words. She was in a great mood and even conjured a string of wisteria flowers at her fingertips.

Her years of painstaking planning were not in vain.

It wasn't for nothing that she lost so many subordinates today.

The righteous schools of thought? It would be better if they were all dead.

The only pity is that Wu Chushan, that good-for-nothing, said he would trap this old guy in the back mountain, but he managed to escape.

It's really useless.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ren Junmo and Li Chenglin outside the magic array begin to attack those low-level demonic cultivators.

That's perfect. Heaven will not allow such cruelty to exist. The more people they kill, the more severe the backlash will be.

Several cultivators who had been seriously injured earlier were now sitting weakly on the ground inside the magic array. Mo Qiluo raised her hand and casually grabbed one of them by the neck.

"Surrender?" She took out a small porcelain bottle with her other hand and shook it. "Eat one, and I'll let you go, okay?"

The monk's face flushed red, and he struggled to breathe, coughing up several spittle of blood before speaking. "Witch."

He neither agreed nor refused, as if he hadn't taken Mo Qiluo's words to heart at all.

Completely ignored, Mo Qiluo's face turned ugly, and she decisively snapped the cultivator's neck.

He casually tossed it behind him, and as soon as it landed, several demonic cultivators swarmed around it, immediately beginning to suck the still-dissipating essence blood from the corpse.

She grabbed another one nearby: "What about you, are you going to surrender?"

The monk managed to squeeze out a few words from his throat: "I'll eat, I'll eat..."

Mo Qiluo's eyes flickered slightly, and she praised those who knew how to adapt to the times as wise men.

After swallowing a pill, the cultivator seemed to have been forgiven. Mo Qiluo loosened her grip, turned her back, and went to find her next target, thus leaving her back to the cultivator who had just surrendered.

The monk behind her had hatred in his eyes.

The moment she regained her mobility, she charged forward with her palm raised, aiming straight for Mo Qiluo's vital point.

The attack, when it was only a foot away from Mo Qiluo, felt like it had struck the hardest defensive magic weapon. She was thrown back and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

Mo Qiluo smiled knowingly. Feigning allegiance only to turn on someone else—this was a tactic she'd played countless times.

She could tell what this person was going to do even with her eyes closed; her acting was terrible.

Mo Qiluo broke the cultivator's arms and legs, but spared her life.

So the second cultivator, before he had fallen, was thrown into the group of demonic cultivators. He let out a few suppressed howls of pain and soon fell silent.

A woman dressed similarly to the second cultivator pushed through the crowd and attacked Mo Qiluo. However, with the suppression of the magic array and the previous depletion of spiritual energy, how could she possibly be a match for her?

Chu Chenmu almost immediately tried to follow, but his wrist was instantly gripped tightly. He looked up and saw Luo Suichen shaking his head at him.

Luo Suichen's spiritual meridians were also suppressed, so he naturally knew that no matter who rushed forward now, they would have no chance of winning. He also knew that stopping Chu Chenmu would anger his master, but he didn't care.

He even used his cultivation level and unaffected demonic veins to block everyone around him.

"Achen!"

Luo Suichen didn't look at Chu Chenmu's expression, and deliberately ignored the cries of another cultivator in front of him. He said sorry and took a step forward: "Don't be stubborn. I'm begging you, my cultivation is higher than yours. Let me do it this time."

Don't fall in front of me again.

Please, I'm begging you.