Reborn Divine Doctor: The Abandoned Girl's Legend

Chapter 660: Chapter 528: A Midnight Disturbance

Alliance Leader Song stood behind her, his expression also severely grim.

”Father, you must avenge your daughter. I want Dao Ge, and I absolutely will not break off the engagement with him.” Song Jingyun’s heart was in agony. She understood that even if Lan Cai’er had become Yan Jiu’s woman, Dao Ge would not rest until the end.

”Jingyun, be rational. Dao Ge is just a Young Master of the Demon Sect. If it weren’t for the fact that he possessed the Primordial Demon Treasure, I would never have agreed to your marriage with him.”

Instead of being grateful that Dao Ge had resolved the crisis for the Mercenary Alliance, Alliance Leader Song was even more annoyed.

He was furious at Dao Ge for insulting his daughter, and even more enraged at the people from the Underworld Yama Palace for completely disregarding him as the Mercenary Alliance Leader, feeling extremely irate inside.

”But daughter likes him, father, you know so many people, there must be a way, right?” Song Jingyun cried pitifully, seeing his daughter in this state left Alliance Leader Song both distressed and furious.

”Hmph, those who offend me, Song someone, how could I let them off easily? ’Evil’ refers to Yan Jiu, then ’Emperor’ must definitely be Wu Zhong. These two big demons from the Underworld Yama Palace, along with Bo Qing, that little demon, those two female mercenaries getting involved with them are indeed following an Evil Path. A few days ago, some disciples from Hunyuan Sect came to the Mercenary Alliance to inquire about the Purple Gold Bamboo. I did not reveal the truth at the time. Now it seems, it can be an opportunity to use others to eliminate them.” Alliance Leader Song chuckled coldly, his eyes flashed menacingly.

After saying that, he immediately composed a letter and sent it off.

Meanwhile, Wu Zhong and others were rushing towards Purple Bamboo Ridge.

Everything happening in the Mercenary Alliance was completely unknown to Ye Lingyue and Bo Qing in Purple Bamboo Ridge.

Ye Lingyue had finished marking Green Thunder, then returned to the tent, only to encounter Bo Qing throwing a Young Master’s tantrum.

Upon seeing Ye Lingyue, Bo Qing’s face showed a look of deep resentment.

”Thirteen, why don’t we just ignore that Huang Daxian? Tonight, no matter what, we must act to find the Qiankun Purple Gold Bamboo. If we stay longer, I fear I cannot restrain myself and might chop that old lecher into mincemeat.” Bo Qing gritted his teeth whenever he mentioned Huang Daxian.

What annoyed him the most was that the old lecher had just been insinuating things in the tent, trying to scheme against Thirteen.

Just thinking about it, imagining Huang Daxian daring to desecrate his own Thirteen with his gaze, Bo Qing felt like a fire-breathing dragon was in his heart, wishing he could burn Huang Daxian alive.

”We have the Thunder Bell in our possession, and I’ve also marked the Green Thunder arranged around us. After tonight, if Huang Daxian still does not act, we’ll sneak away.” Bo Qing schemed and deceived Huang Daxian, causing the latter to become more negligent in guarding them.

Earlier, seven or eight people were commanded to guard their tent, but when Ye Lingyue returned earlier, only four people were left outside.

When the night grows silent, it would not be difficult for them to make their move.

That evening, Ye Lingyue and Bo Qing extinguished the lights inside the tent early, and Huang Daxian and his people thought nothing of it.

It was not until around midnight that Ye Lingyue heard some unusual noises.

Long Baobao, hugging Little Zhiyo, was sleeping soundly, but was gently awakened by Ye Lingyue.

Bo Qing lifted a corner of the tent. Outside, Huang Daxian with more than twenty disciples was organizing a task.

”Leave seven or eight people behind to guard the tent, especially the two beauties inside the tent, they must not escape, otherwise I’ll take your lives.” Huang Daxian looked at the tent with malicious intent.

With a wave of his hand, he and the remaining disciples headed toward the northwest direction of Purple Bamboo Ridge.

”The place where I marked earlier is also located on the northwest side halfway up Purple Bamboo Ridge. About half an hour ago, I felt a robust life force, which must be the sign of the imminent appearance of the Qiankun Purple Gold Bamboo,” Bo Qing whispered.

”There are four Daoist Disciples guarding outside the tent, and four more patrolling nearby. You and I each take down two.”

Ye Lingyue made a gesture, and Bo Qing instantly understood.

Bo Qing and Ye Lingyue dashed out from left and right respectively.

Bo Qing’s fingers curled like hooks, and he suddenly clawed at one Daoist Disciple. His figure was like a cheetah racing forward, astonishingly fast.

With one slash, the Daoist Disciple’s skull shattered like tofu and turned to dust, not even having the chance to cry for help before he ceased to breathe.

Hearing the odd sound behind him, another disciple suddenly turned around, only to catch a glimpse of a beautiful face flashing before his eyes.

Bo Qing’s elbow had already struck upward, hitting the man’s throat. With a cracking sound, the man’s neck twisted, and he silently fell to the ground.

To kill two people, Bo Qing took no more than two breaths before and after.

His mind was on Ye Lingyue. As he turned around, he saw two other Daoist Disciples already lying dead on the ground.

Their eyes were wide open, limbs stiff, with a dagger stabbed into their chests. Clearly, they too were struck fatally in one move. Unexpectedly, Ye Lingyue’s method of killing was also like this.

”You guys?”

A panicked voice suddenly interjected.

It turned out to be a patrol disciple who had suddenly returned.

Almost at the same moment, Little Zhiyo, who was curled up in Long Baobao’s arms, shivered and its fierce aura surged.

Leaping into the air, it clawed out several sharp flashes. Zooming forward, its figure expanded several times in midair. The powerful claw wind hit the disciple on the head, and the latter couldn’t withstand Little Zhiyo’s terrifying physical strength and was smashed into a pulp.

”Don’t be stunned, Little Zhiyo. You carry Little Steamed Bun. Let’s follow Huang Daxian and the others.”

Ignoring the astonished expressions of Bo Qing and Long Baobao, Ye Lingyue issued a command. Bo Qing and Long Baobao came back to their senses and hurried to follow the direction Huang Daxian and the others had taken.

The night was deep, and atop Purple Bamboo Ridge, the wind was bleak and the moon wan.

Along the way, Ye Lingyue carefully avoided the ambushes set with Green Thunder, with only the intermittent sounds of insects or beast roars around her.

Soon, the terrain gradually became rugged.

”It’s just ahead.”

Bo Qing quickly noticed that the direction Huang Daxian and others were headed towards was exactly the location he had marked earlier.

The three people and one beast quietly landed in a hidden spot, watching the scene in the distance.

Purple Bamboo Ridge, originally planted with lots of purple bamboo and named after it.

But since the discovery of Qiankun Purple Gold Bamboo, a considerable number of martial artists and alchemists had flooded into this wilderness paradise.

The purple bamboo was cut down swath by swath, and the once dense bamboo forest became more bare day by day.

Until Huang Daxian arrived with disciples from the Green Thunder Dao Sect, utilizing arrays and prohibitions, they laid down a multitude of Green Thunder and forcibly drove those people out, restoring peace to the area.

What puzzled Bo Qing was that location. He had secretly checked it earlier but hadn’t found any trace of Qiankun Purple Gold Bamboo.