NOVEL NEXT Chapter 11 – Third
Inside the tent, Li Qiushui took out a recording stone from her storage bag, aiming it at the unclothed Cui Qing'er.
"You wouldn't want your body to be seen by all the male cultivators in the sect, would you? So after you leave here, keep your mouth shut, understood?"
Cui Qing'er forced a bitter smile and nodded.
She regulated her breath twice, forced herself to stand, and turned her back to her enemy while putting on her tattered clothes, sending a voice transmission to Lin Hao.
"You little thief, you've humiliated me, and I should hate you to the bone. But hate aside, I must warn you.
Your so-called Senior Sister is from the Demon Path. You should know that those in the Demon Path are beasts who kill and drink blood. I don't want to see you die an untimely death because I want to take revenge myself."
Senior Sister is from the Demon Path?
Hearing the woman's voice transmission, Lin Hao chuckled.
This woman's tactics are too clumsy. Does she really think she can drive a wedge between me and Senior Sister?
Seeing Lin Hao's disdainful look, Cui Qing'er continued her voice transmission.
"Anyway, I've said my piece. Believe it or not."
If the woman had tried to argue vehemently, Lin Hao naturally wouldn't believe her.
But her attitude made him somewhat suspicious. However, Senior Sister was his guide to immortality and a disciple the sect was keen on cultivating. How could she be from the Demon Path?
"Put on your clothes and get lost," Li Qiushui said with a raised eyebrow.
Cui Qing'er dared not retort and hurried away with her head down.
"Junior Brother, how do you plan to deal with this traitorous wench?" Lin Hao looked up to see Li Xunran, who was once beautiful as a flower, now in a pitiful state, her hair disheveled and her face covered in scars.
It seemed Senior Sister had already taken heavy-handed revenge.
A trace of disgust flashed in his eyes as he coldly said, "Senior Sister, let her go. I don't want to dirty my hands."
Li Qiushui nodded, her voice cold, "Junior Brother Lin is merciful, too lazy to bother with you. Get lost."
Li Xunran, as if granted amnesty, stammered, "Thank you, Master, for your mercy."
With that, she limped away.
With only the two of them left, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
Li Qiushui thought of how not long ago she was at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, an untouchable Senior Sister, but now everything had changed. She sighed heavily.
Although it wasn't her fault, she was the one who caused the bad outcome. Lin Hao really couldn't face his Senior Sister, so he tried to change the topic.
"Senior Sister, shall we go deep into the wild forest to hunt demons tomorrow?"
Li Qiushui shook her head slightly, her words tinged with disappointment.
"Junior Brother Lin, after all that's happened, I have no heart for the competition. I plan to withdraw from this tournament."
Lin Hao's eyebrows furrowed, and he quickly said, "Senior Sister, it's not a big deal..."
No matter how Lin Hao tried to persuade her, Li Qiushui still shook her head.
"Junior Brother Lin, you don't need to say more. I want to be alone."
"Uh..."
The words of comfort stuck in his throat, and he silently withdrew from the tent.
He rekindled the campfire and sat down to meditate and cultivate.
...
The moon set and the sun rose, the eastern sky turning pale.
Lin Hao suddenly stood up, took a deep breath, and glanced at Senior Sister's tent, only to find it empty.
With Senior Sister's departure, her followers also left in groups, leaving Lin Hao alone in what was once a good team.
He sighed slightly, patting the storage bag at his waist, which contained the demon cores they had obtained yesterday, as well as those taken from Chen Yueming and Cui Qing'er.
The Demon Beast Hunting Competition had a time limit of three days.
Yesterday, apart from those with old grudges, the cultivators did not engage in fierce conflicts and were honestly hunting demon beasts.
But today was different. Powerful teams began to hunt down lone cultivators. In less than half a day, Lin Hao had already suffered three ambushes.
This was mainly because the strength he exposed was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, with a storage bag containing demon cores hanging at his waist, akin to a child carrying gold through a busy market.
Bang!
After knocking down the last ambusher, he sat on the opponent and counted the demon cores he had obtained.
There were over a hundred mid-stage first-tier demon beast cores, a real windfall.
Including those taken from the previous two waves of attackers, his storage bag contained nearly five hundred demon cores, all from mid-stage demon beasts. He no longer cared for the early-stage ones!
Indeed, plundering was much faster, no wonder so many people liked to become robbers!
With this path to wealth, going back to slaying demons would be truly foolish!
For the next two days, he was either ambushed or ambushing others. Of course, to avoid mistakes, he chose his opponents carefully, avoiding tough ones.
However, the tough ones were really tempting, but to play it safe, he had to endure!
As the competition drew to a close, it was no longer about hunting demons but had evolved into a struggle among the disciples.
The sect was quite happy to see this situation; after all, without carving, jade cannot be made into a useful object. If you don't fight, what kind of immortal cultivation are you doing?