Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 371 Betraying One's Master and Ancestor (25)

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhezhu paused, his gloomy gaze falling on Gu Ce's face. He forced a smile and sneered, "I wondered who it was. Isn't this Uncle Gu, who caused a ruckus at my Demon Palace a few days ago and then fled in disarray?"

Shen Zhezhu emphasized the pronunciation of "Shibo" (a term of respect for a senior master), as if deliberately humiliating him.

Although she was all smiles, the smile didn't reach her eyes.

Upon hearing this, Gu Ce was instantly enraged. His spiritual power surged, and the Heavenly Star Sword emitted faint light. All the disciples of the Heavenly Qian Sect around him were forced to retreat by this pressure. In an instant, the area around the three leaders of the Heavenly Qian Sect became a vacuum zone.

Gu Mei's eyes were deep and unfathomable. She placed her fingertips on the hilt of her sword and stared intently at Shen Zhezhu, ready to help Gu Ce at any moment.

Shen Zhezhu ignored the other two and looked at the increasingly trembling Heavenly Star Sword with a hint of contempt in his eyes, "Wu Jue, go!"

A long sword flew from behind everyone, a black light streaking across the sky under the sun, attracting everyone's attention. Their eyes followed the sword and landed in front of Shen Zhezhu.

The Wujue Sword, which had stopped moving, seemed somewhat excited, uncontrollably radiating an extremely terrifying pressure. Even before the sword was drawn, that pressure already made all the swords present seem to show fear and submission.

Those who dare to explore this secret realm in hopes of seizing opportunities are all renowned figures from various sects. Their swords, naturally, possess a certain level of sentience and instinct, knowing how to seek advantage and avoid harm.

But there has never been a single sword that could make ten thousand swords submit.

Even Gu Xuanzhi back then didn't reach this level.

But now, a mere young boy has accomplished it.

Shen Zhezhu smiled gently, shifted her gaze from Gu Ce's face, and looked around. She saw only apprehension in his expression, just as it had been before, showing no interest whatsoever.

With a flick of his finger, Wu Jue was unsheathed, enveloped in a chilling black aura.

A black light instantly blotted out the sky, dimming the sunlight considerably.

Everyone looked up, their eyes wide with shock. Before they could even process this extraordinary phenomenon, the swords in their hands began to tremble.

It wasn't the usual fierce fighting spirit he displayed when facing opponents, but rather a trembling feeling.

A trembling fear.

There is an implicit sense of submission.

Those with higher cultivation levels can control their swords, while those with lower cultivation levels draw their swords and stand before the Wujue Sword as if on a pilgrimage.

This miraculous scene drew everyone's attention; if they were merely wary before, they were now filled with fear.

Anyone whose weapon falls into enemy hands should be afraid.

Cultivation is nothing more than a struggle against the heavens for the Great Dao.

No matter how high one's cultivation level is, a person is ultimately just a mortal being, easily harmed by spiritual artifacts.

Even cultivators who also cultivate their physical strength cannot change this; they can only be more resilient to beatings than others.

The Spirit Sword, however, perfectly fills this gap.

Now, Shen Zhezhu alone has all the weaknesses in his hands, how can anyone not be afraid?

The crowd, who were just watching the show, were instantly drawn into the battle by Shen Zhezhu's action.

They could only stand behind the three members of the Tianqian Sect, pretending to be righteous and awe-inspiring.

There is no choice.

"Demon Lord, do you intend to make an enemy of so many of us?"

A glint flashed in Shen Zhezhu's eyes, but he ignored it, simply smoothing the hair of the person in his arms and holding them a little tighter.

Gu Yao focused his divine sense on the outside world. Seeing Shen Zhezhu's almost insane behavior, he frowned and felt that something was amiss.

Is this little brat crazy?

What do you want to do?

Shen Zhezhu seemed to sense Gu Yao's thoughts and answered Gu Yao's question in the next second, saying loudly, "I know what you're thinking. You just want to wait for me and my senior uncles to fight to the death so that you can reap the benefits, right?"

When their thoughts were exposed, everyone's expressions turned sour.

The man who had just stepped forward was particularly furious. His face was ashen, and he pointed a trembling finger at Shen Zhezhu, too angry to speak for a long time.

Having finally caught his breath and was about to say something, Shen Zhezhu looked at him, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his eyes, which startled the man so much that he took two steps back.

Shen Zhezhu chuckled, looked away, and uttered two words.

"waste."

Those trembling fingertips twitched a few times before falling down. Shen Zhezhu's words had actually made that elderly sect elder faint from anger.

He chuckled softly and said loudly, "You want to be the fishermen? Well, let's see if you have the ability!"

"You want to reap the benefits without lifting a finger? Then I'll kill you all first, and then have a proper discussion with my senior masters. Even if one side has to benefit, it definitely won't be a bunch of cowardly good-for-nothings like you!"

The young man glanced around, his expression contemptuous and indifferent, having offended all the major sects with names and titles.

Shen Zhezhu ignored the unpleasant expressions on their faces and continued:

Where is the imperial carriage?

The four people following Shen Zhezhu knelt down instantly, and a red-curtained palanquin appeared on their backs, landing on them. The red gauze fluttered lightly, and the four soul-locking bells at the corners rang softly, making people tremble in their hearts.

Gu Chou's pupils contracted, his breath hitched, and he softly uttered two words, "human sedan chair."

Gu Mei frowned. Despite her extensive knowledge, this was the first time she had ever heard of such a thing.

"Senior brother, what is this?"

Gu Chou sighed and shook his head. "This is an extremely insidious method. It involves sacrificing living people and magical artifacts together. Those living people will suffer immense pain, worse than death. If the two are compatible and successful, those living people will appear no different from ordinary people on the surface, but in reality, they have become the magical artifacts of the sacrificial practitioner, which can greatly enhance the spirituality and power of the artifacts. And this human sedan chair is one of them."

It's also the most useless thing.

Gu Chou didn't say the last sentence.

He simply shifted his gaze to Shen Zhezhu.

He hadn't expected that this person would actually dare to venture into this secret realm alone.

They brought a few people with them, but it turned out they were the most useless of all.

What on earth does he want to do?