“Kill! Today we must capture the demoness alive!”
“Use her blood as a sacrifice, burn away the demon’s curse, and restore Langya’s clear skies!”
“Report! Our offensive is dominant, the resistance is weakening, we can take them down in half an hour!”
“Report! Less than ten percent of the suicidal attackers remain, we are advancing!”
“Report! Nearly half of the palace officials have been executed, all puppets controlled by the Dao of Souls have been exterminated!”
…
The head of the Dali Temple, upon hearing the reports, finally showed a hint of joy and said:
“Good! Immediately expand the search area, turn the palace upside down inch by inch! Once the coordinates are confirmed, narrow the range and gradually trap them!”
“Yes!”
Blood mixed with severed limbs smeared across the Imperial Dao, palace walls, and golden tiles, transforming the scene into a living hell.
The army lost less than twenty percent of its forces and successfully eradicated all those controlled by the Dao of Souls.
Most of the people controlled by Wu Die were palace maids, eunuchs, and other low-level cultivators. Against well-trained soldiers, they could hardly make a splash; delaying them for a moment was already extremely difficult.
In a dim, cramped room.
Wu Die slowly opened her beautiful eyes, a trace of fatigue flashing in them.
“In the end, we can’t resist the power of an entire nation. Delaying for half an hour, Qingqiu must have successfully infiltrated the Scripture Repository and found the place where the female slaves are imprisoned.”
“Qingqiu, it’s up to you now.”
“I’ve done my best.”
Thinking of this, Wu Die made no further moves, quietly waiting.
Her delicate eyebrows slightly lowered, as if falling into a slumber. Controlling so many people in battle required her to split a great deal of mental energy, consuming her greatly.
As for those palace maids and eunuchs who died because of her, Wu Die only briefly thought of them and then dismissed it.
These people were indeed innocent, but war is cruel, and in the grand scheme of things, the weak can only become expendable.
Wu Die and Su Qingqiu’s cultivation levels were still shallow. To resist the entire state machinery, they had to resort to such a desperate measure.
Even though the Sword Saint Master could easily settle everything himself, afterward, the various nations of the Wilderness would not spare Langya Kingdom, tearing it apart like wolves and tigers!
No one could stop it! Because this was a deep-seated hatred!
High-ranking officials of various countries had relatives turned into furnaces by Langya Kingdom, who could endure that?!
If it weren’t for the seraph sister Lian Yue choosing to leave the Ancient Divine City to train, Sister Qiong might not have known. Otherwise, she would have erupted in thunderous fury as well.
In short, since the scandal of Langya Kingdom broke out, anyone holding an official position, regardless of rank, would not escape retribution afterward, and even ordinary citizens might not be spared.
“It’s not my wish, but the trend of the times. In the grand scheme of things, all beings are like ants. I was once an expendable too.” Wu Die murmured, a bitter smile on her lips.
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Scripture Repository.
Here, all the books and techniques of Langya Kingdom were collected, complete in every aspect, with many restrictions flashing to block intruders.
A vast ocean of knowledge, with hundreds of thousands of bookshelves standing tall, stretching endlessly, divided into more than ten floors.
The Scripture Repository seemed small from the outside, but inside, it was like a small world.
Su Qingqiu’s adorable big eyes spun in circles, dizzy as if she were drunk.
“This… this is so big!!”
“Where am I supposed to find it?”
Su Qingqiu was so aggrieved that she was about to cry, stomping her little feet and biting her finger, anxiously spinning in circles.
“Wu Die is still out there struggling to buy me time. I can’t waste too much time; I must find a way to quickly locate the place where the female slaves are imprisoned.”
A few minutes later.
“My head hurts, I don’t want to think anymore!”
Su Qingqiu drew her long sword, her eyes red with grievance, looking pitiful but sounding fierce as she shouted:
“I’ll chop this damn building down! Let’s see where you can hide!”
Just as she was about to swing her sword to smash the Scripture Repository, a slightly helpless voice sounded in her ear:
“Go forward, the 2,150th bookshelf, in the middle of the corridor. Lift the floorboard, and you’ll find the way to the underground, where the female cultivators are imprisoned.”
In the harem bedroom.
Meng Qingzhou helplessly held his forehead. Through his Sword Sense domain and the projection of Su Qingqiu’s muttering, how could he not know what this silly girl was up to?
According to the King of Langya, the Scripture Repository had defensive measures. If attacked, the place where the female cultivators were imprisoned would immediately turn into a killing array, slaughtering these captives and turning it into a cold case.
As for why the King of Langya was so forthcoming…
It was, of course, thanks to the Sword Sense of Time and Space, which invaded the past, allowing Meng Qingzhou to personally experience and hear everything.
……
Su Qingqiu was overjoyed: “Master!?”
Great! Master gave me a special favor!
But then, Su Qingqiu’s pretty face suddenly turned red, remembering her earlier embarrassment, which was probably all seen by the Empress’ Husband. She immediately wanted to emulate an ostrich and bury her head in the ground, too ashamed to face anyone.
Tap, tap, tap…
“Bad Master, I knew you wouldn’t just watch me struggle, tough talk but soft-hearted.”
Su Qingqiu made a face at the void, then remembered… oh, she forgot Master was blind.
Despite her embarrassment, Su Qingqiu didn’t forget her mission. She wiped her tears while running and, upon reaching the designated spot, squatted down to knock on the floor. Sure enough, it was hollow inside.
“Master is truly omnipotent!”
Su Qingqiu praised, lifted the floor, and jumped down.
Upon entering the underground space.
The scene before her changed again, her vision suddenly clearing. When she saw the underground scene, Su Qingqiu’s mouth opened wide in shock.
She had thought the inside of the Scripture Repository was already large enough, but the underground world was far more vast.
Because the underground world was a refined small world.
Extending for tens of thousands of miles, with a bright little sun hanging in the sky and a moon on the side, the sun and moon appearing together.
What shocked Su Qingqiu the most, even making her feel fear and terror, was…
The entire small world was crowded with female cultivators! They wore shackles that restrained their spiritual power on their hands and feet. Moreover, if one looked closely, one could see that under the skin of each woman’s neck, there was a slight bulge, wriggling like a worm, another method of restraining spiritual power.
Su Qingqiu had heard of these worms. They wouldn’t harm people, but if a cultivator’s meridians produced spiritual energy, it would be devoured instantly. If the spiritual energy in the cultivator’s body reached a certain concentration, the worm would consume its host!
The dense crowd of figures, like walking corpses, with disheveled black hair, empty and dull eyes, wandering aimlessly, alive but more like dead.
Looking at the endless sea of heads, Su Qingqiu’s palms began to sweat uncontrollably. While feeling fear, an immense rage was born in her heart, almost driving her to kill.
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