Damn it! Let’s smash the darkness together!

Chapter 1456 - 205: Innocent and Weak Baishi Town

Ying Xuanyu narrowed his eyes and looked towards the direction of the sound.

A few minutes later, he saw a procession of people in white robes slowly approaching.

They all wore tall pointed hats, masks made of white paper money covering their faces, and held curtain poles. They claimed to be the "Holy Envoy Team," yet they looked much like a funeral procession.

At the forefront, four individuals were carrying a lotus-shaped sedan chair, with the curtains embroidered with pure white lotus patterns.

Trailing at the end of the procession, a few ragged villagers were chained and stumbled along.

"The world is a prison, and all beings suffer!"

"Reincarnation never ends, and troubles never cease."

"Have mercy on us, the divine descends."

"Mother of Non-Birth, the void homeland!"

Someone in the procession shouted, and the others responded in unison.

Echoing each other, they made their way to Ying Xuanyu and the white-haired girl.

The white-robed figures sang and danced, encircling them, creating a scene like a ghostly wailing.

"Brother Xuan, they’re coming for us!" The white-haired girl immediately became vigilant.

"Ha, what is there to fear? I’m here. Just a mere Holy Envoy Team, insignificant beings, like ants, are worth nothing."

Ying Xuanyu sneered disdainfully, his eyes flickering as they scanned over the villagers bound in chains.

They were men and women, old and young; the oldest, an elderly woman, appeared to be over seventy, each with expressions of numbness and despair on their faces.

When he saw the youngest of them, a girl who looked not yet ten, also bound this way, her small body seemingly unable to bear the heavy chains, Ying Xuanyu’s expression gradually turned cold.

He had indeed heard of the so-called Holy Envoy Team, rumored to be part of the "White Lotus Sect," but this was his first time seeing them in person.

For practitioners like them, this kind of small sect was not worth mentioning.

Yet to think that in these impoverished rural counties, this cult could be so rampant?

It was detestable!

A murderous aura instantly spread throughout his body, and the hilt of his sword trembled slightly, as if cheering for the impending slaughter, about to be soaked in blood.

At this moment, the lotus sedan chair approached, and a corner of the curtain lifted.

Ying Xuanyu instinctively looked over and met a pair of eyes, emerald vertical pupils.

After a brief stare, the person behind the curtain seemed to notice something, their gaze shifting to the white-haired girl, scanning her up and down with apparent wariness.

A chuckle emerged shortly after.

"Marvelous, marvelous! Under the Mother’s protection, such a beautiful and captivating maiden, ought to offer everything to our Holy Sect, hehehe~" A seductive female voice sounded from behind the curtain.

"Brother Xuan!"

The white-haired girl felt the gaze like a venomous snake, her entire body immediately uncomfortable, instinctively hiding behind Ying Xuanyu who was both her brother-like figure and the object of her affection.

Ying Xuanyu first patted her shoulder for comfort, then his eyes turned icy sharp, his hand already reaching for the sword hilt: "Courting death!"

Boom!

The sword roared with dragon-like cries, terrifying and fierce Sword Qi poured out like a waterfall, enveloping the entire scene, targeting everyone present.

The heads of those masked figures flew off along with their pointed round hats, blood splattering on the spot.

In an instant, corpses were strewn everywhere, and without the polemen, the sedan chair crashed onto the ground with a thud.

"Weapon Master," Night Battle Eight Directions!

"Oh my, oh my, still a Peak Martial Master? Not bad, not bad, what a pretty shell you have here~"

Despite such an aggressive attack, the woman inside the sedan showed no fear, instead emanating an increasingly enticing voice.

"Witch, at death’s door and still so stubborn! Confess everything, spare your life!"

Ying Xuanyu merged with his sword and rushed directly into the sedan chair.

"Hehehe~"

Suddenly, there was a bizarre laughter from inside the sedan.

Then came a "plop" sound, like inserting a finger into a water-filled bamboo tube, echoing several times.

Then it fell into a sudden silence.

The quiet was so abrupt, like the world had suddenly been muted.

"Brother Xuan? Brother Xuan, what happened to you!"

The white-haired girl was shocked and horrified, hurriedly wanting to check.

At this moment, the curtain was yanked open.

A long-haired woman licked her lips and turned to look at the girl.

"Hiss!"

The white-haired girl, ready to step forward, abruptly halted, her pupils contracting sharply, her eyes widened in disbelief.

"How... could it be... you, what did you do to Brother Xuan?" The girl screamed in terror.

"Want to know? Then come and see for yourself. Hehehehe..." The person inside the sedan made mixed sounds, slowly stepping out.

The white-haired girl gasped, her steps faltering, constantly being forced back.

"No... how can it be... what’s happened? Who are you really?!" The girl’s lips trembled, barely able to make a sound.

Because within her limited knowledge, she couldn’t understand what was before her.

She saw...

She saw!

A figure made of brain tissue and tiny flesh buds.

And it looked exactly like Ying Xuanyu.

A woman.

...

...

Plop!

Plop!

Xu Shu followed Widow Yang Su’s snaking, twisting waist out of a narrow, confined cave exit.

Earlier, he had said he wanted to "personally inspect" Baishi Town which Yang Su mentioned, in a manner that allowed no refusal, leaving Yang Su with no choice but to acquiesce.

They walked a few miles along a side path next to the covered bridge, circled around a hill, and finally emerged from a natural stone cave.

"County Magistrate Liu, below is Baishi Town." Yang Su said somewhat bashfully.

"Oh, I see. Ah, such a slender waist indeed~" Xu Shu marveled.

"County Magistrate!?" Yang Su was startled.

"Oh. I meant the little river below is indeed narrow!" Xu Shu caught on, pointing at the stream at least a hundred meters wide.

The entrance to this place was halfway up the mountain, Xu Shu gazed across the vast snow-covered surroundings, unable to suppress a sentiment, suddenly exclaiming: "Ah, this vast horizon, ah, this endless earth! This place is truly, truly..."

He paused suddenly.

Xiao Ya recited: "Standing alone, intoxicated and not returning. At dusk, the day is cold, come back home. When will I explore the plum and tread the snow? Now I have come to think, the willow trees sway. On the ridge west of Baishi Hill, a piece of idle sorrow, lush grass grows. Emotional mountain birds should not sing. The peach and plum do not speak, their allure forms a path."