My Silly, Sweet Wife

The disciple had just finished speaking when their body collapsed heavily onto the ground.

Li Yuanshou stepped forward to help them up, lowered his head for a look, and realized it was a disciple sent earlier to Spirit Beast Sect’s Main Peak.

However, now this disciple’s chest had a long gash as if torn by something, with intestines and organs spilling out.

It was already a miracle that he managed to run back here.

Now, after seeing Li Yuanshou, he had no more strength left, collapsed straight to the ground, never to rise again.

Knowing he couldn’t save the disciple in front of him, Li Yuanshou’s frown deepened.

A trap?

What kind of trap?

Could it be that the supposed treasure in Spirit Beast Sect was a trap all along?

Li Yuanshou shuddered involuntarily at the thought.

If that were true, it would be like a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

They had planned against those three thousand new disciples, thinking they had victory assured, but if there was another hidden force, they might be the ones being played.

No, what to do, they must find a way to inform Zhao Yuan first.

But, in such a situation, how could they notify him?

Li Yuanshou was deeply anxious.

While he was pondering over what to do, there was a brisk wind by his side.

The few disciples originally beside Li Yuanshou had no time to react before their heads were severed from their bodies.

”Who?”

Li Yuanshou was alarmed.

The opponent’s speed was too fast.

He hadn’t seen anyone make a move, yet the sight of those bloody heads and eyes full of unwillingness showed someone had acted silently.

”Heh, Elder Li, it’s been a while!”

A gust of wind blew past.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Li Yuanshou.

The figure wore the Spirit Beast Sect’s robe, arms crossed behind him, smiling as he looked at him.

However, upon seeing the person’s face, Li Yuanshou’s pupils contracted, full of horror: ”You, you are Elder He Changlong of Spirit Beast Sect?”

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”Quick, run, run fast!”

On another side, a group of people was fleeing in panic like headless flies.

They wore similar attire, all wielding swords.

But at this moment, they seemed extremely pathetic.

”Senior Brother Feng, stop running, it seems we’re lost!” A woman shouted, panting as she approached the person leading them.

This woman was Yang Di.

And the leader was Feng Wuxiu from Wan Jian Villa.

Feng Wuxiu wanted to become Ye Guichen’s disciple, but Ye Guichen threw him out of a restaurant, leaving him resentful.

However, knowing he was no match for Ye Guichen, he regrouped with people from Wan Jian Villa and headed directly to the mountains where the Spirit Beast Sect was located.

But unexpectedly, they encountered powerful monsters not long after entering the deep mountains, and not just one.

Initially, they managed to cope.

But gradually, after killing a few waves of monsters, they suffered heavy casualties.

Originally twenty or more people, now only seven or eight remained.

Most of the survivors were also injured.

Upon hearing Yang Di’s words, Feng Wuxiu raised his head, surveyed the surroundings, and his expression grew grimmer.

”Damn it, why are there suddenly so many monsters, and not only that, why are they allied together, as if controlled by someone? Wasn’t it said that Spirit Beast Sect is now occupied by beasts? Could it be a Demon King appeared?”

Feng Wuxiu panted heavily, tossed a pill into his mouth, then handed one to Yang Di: ”Quickly, distribute these to everyone, quickly restore your strength. I feel we’re not far from the Spirit Beast Sect’s back mountain; once we find the secret treasure, we’ll leave immediately.”

After swallowing a pill, Yang Di handed the small bottle to the others, hesitating at Feng Wuxiu’s words: ”Senior Brother, so many have died before we reached the place with the treasure; if we go on, the dangers may increase, shouldn’t we turn back?”

”Turn back?” Feng Wuxiu sneered, ”Junior Sister, do you think we can return? Heh, when I left Wan Jian Villa, I promised the Villa Master. If I don’t bring the treasure back this time, how can I face the Villa Master? And without the treasure, how can I kill that Ye Guichen?”

”He threw me out in front of so many; wasn’t that humiliating me?”

”Let’s go, we’ll keep moving forward; if anyone dares to mention turning back, don’t blame me for turning hostile!”

Feng Wuxiu glared at Yang Di, no longer showing his previous gentleness, but rather a sinister look.