My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 941 - 546: She Got Cheated On! (Extra Update 4-in-1)_3

However, how many demons could this Demon Refining Abyss possibly hold... I'm afraid there's not enough to share....

"Everyone, do not worry about too many monks and too little meat, or not enough demons for you to exterminate. According to the divination from Dragon and Tiger Mountain, thousands of White Lotus Evil People have already gone deep into the Demon Refining Abyss, awaiting your siege."

"May I ask you all, "

High on the platform, the first disciple below casually spoke,

"Is there any demon in the world more in need of refining than the White Lotus Evil People?"

......

The mountain rises to a height of three thousand zhang, where one can pluck the clouds and refine the Golden Core. The unique and splendid scenery of the competing peaks of Dragon and Tiger Mountain is all around, while below, the pitch-black abyss is boundless and deep.

The Old Heavenly Master sat high up, eyes closed and resting, with swirling gang winds billowing up his robes like tides, as if he might be swept away at any moment. Yet, upon closer inspection, he remained in place.

"The White Lotus Sect has already been scattered." Zhao Tong climbed the steps and gazed into the distance, "We just need to rush to each place, divide and conquer. They won't withstand the siege by the Jianghu masters for long."

The old Daoist leisurely said, "We Daoists don't like to strive for supremacy. In matters like this, the Jianghu people are quite handy."

Zhao Tong nodded slightly, hesitated, and then said, "After all, it was the third junior learner's strategy…"

"Are you already trying to give credit and appeal for your third junior right at this moment?" The Old Heavenly Master chuckled, "Tricks and petty skills. These White Lotus Sect intruders are but small problems. Don't think this means I'll allow him back into the mountain gate."

"The third junior... still has his heart set on Dragon and Tiger, he's just too eager for success."

"Let him gain more experience... only uncut jade can be made into a useful tool. The pressing matter at hand..." The Old Heavenly Master closed his eyes, "Where is the Tai Sha Sword?"

...

A flying sword rushed head-on to kill, and Chen Yi effortlessly side-stepped, deftly avoiding the attack. Just then, a glimmer of cold light leapt out from the bushes behind him, prompting Chen Yi to swiftly reach back with his hand without even looking.

With his bare hand, he caught a flying sword in mid-air. Applying force with his fingertips, the Sword Qi coursed through, causing the blade to hum before shattering with a sound, the splintered fragments losing their luster visibly.

Chen Yi coldly stared into the depths of the dense forest.

An unexpected ambush, no one could have been prepared in advance. Clearly, the White Lotus Sect's movements had already been detected by Dragon and Tiger Mountain, and all these flying swords were their handiwork. Behind each sword was likely a Taoist manipulating it to strike down demons.

He internally questioned, "Aren't Taoists supposed to not kill?"

"Ha, and they say no lechery and no theft—do you believe that?" scoffed the Old Saintess.

Of course, Chen Yi didn't believe it. He considered himself half a Taoist, open to negotiation on other matters, but the no lechery rule was truly impossible.

"Rules are dead, but people are alive. Taoists may have precepts against killing, yet the weapon is the sword, and those slain are White Lotus evil followers. Those wielding the flying swords to slaughter may not bear the karma, and Dragon and Tiger Mountain assumes the responsibility. So long as they have a clear conscience, they don't need to worry."

Hearing this, Chen Yi understood. No wonder, despite practicing Taoist skill and having killed many, he had not faced retribution—he always had a clear conscience.

After he effortlessly crushed a flying sword, the Taoists manipulating the weapons seemed intimidated. The remaining swords in the forest dared not approach and swiftly shot off in other directions.

Chen Yi, carrying the coffin and pulling Yin Tingxue, sped through the forest, quickly calculating in his mind.

There must be a traitor within the White Lotus Sect. With such careful planning regarding the Demon Refining Abyss, known to few beforehand, the traitor's rank within the sect must be quite high.

Which Saint Heir could it be?

Regardless, now surrounded by Dragon and Tiger Mountain, the Tai Sha Sword must not be drawn lightly. Once discovered, it would certainly provoke a full-on assault.

Chen Yi hadn't run far when, as he leaped across a stream in the forest, he suddenly heard a thunderous, rushing sound behind him. From the dense woods before him, a green-grained flying sword shot forth like lightning!

The blade aimed straight for his throat, intent on killing him with a single strike.

Chen Yi wouldn't allow such an opportunity, raising his hand to crush it. But before his hand even reached, the flying sword braked abruptly, paused, and quickly retreated.

?

Chen Yi was puzzled for a moment.

But the situation was urgent, so he could only assume the opponent recoiled from his deterrence, fearing the precious Green Grain Flying Sword might break in half.

Chen Yi continued to sprint madly. The urgent task at hand was to break through the flying swords' encirclement. Besides the flying swords, he had sensed numerous Martial Artists with different energies surrounding him, a clever strategy of Dragon and Tiger Mountain. Living Martial Artists with vibrant life force could easily be detected before a surprise attack, while flying swords, being inanimate, moved silently—something not even Yin Tingxue's Heavenly Ear Technique had forewarned.

First, the flying swords would cut and disrupt the White Lotus Sect's formations, followed by Martial Artists forming encirclements. It's a simple and direct approach, requiring no prior training whatsoever.

As Chen Yi, with a coffin on his back, maneuvered and jumped, Yin Tingxue felt a bit dizzy, not to mention Donggong Ruoshu inside the coffin, spinning in confusion, uncertain when it would all end.

Suddenly, several glints of cold light emerged from the bushes, causing Chen Yi's pupils to constrict. Surprisingly, five flying swords closed in for the kill!

It was evidently a coordinated assault.

Brought on by the previously seen Green Grain Flying Sword?

Chen Yi regretted not crushing it directly at that moment, but there's no medicine for regret. Drawing his sword from its sheath, his eyes gleamed as he whispered, "Come."

First, three swords shot forth like flashes of lightning, mowing down the greenery along the way. The gathered killing power could instantly pierce through the iron-clad body of a Fifth Grade Martial Artist who had trained for decades, able to slice through iron like mud effortlessly!

Chen Yi swung his sword to strike, his Sword Qi pressing outwards. The three flying swords, akin to meeting turbulent tides, were immediately tossed aside. He didn't rush to pursue as two more gleams of lightning rose from behind.