Fantasy: Empress Wife, Cute Kids Cause Havoc in Jiuzhou

Heartless Sword Valley, originally assaulting sixteen bratty kids, the disciples of Heartless Sword Sect were now, under the leadership of Hua Wuqing, clutching their butts and fleeing in all directions.

Even so, miserable screams persisted relentlessly all around. Disciples continuously fell from the sky, landing on the ground, clutching their blood-soaked buttocks and wailing.

"A bunch of trash."

Hua Wuqing muttered curses under his breath as he dodged.

In the past, he believed that the strength of the Heartless Sword Sect was enough to rank within the top five, even the top three Holy Lands, yet he never imagined they would be powerless against sixteen bratty kids today.

It's true that the main forces and elite of the Heartless Sword Sect were led to the Central Demon State Sea, but he still found the current state of affairs hard to accept.

Up in the sky, the Second Supreme Elder, who was fighting the Two-headed Fire Dragon, witnessed this scene and couldn't help but furrow his brows.

This time, the Heartless Sword Sect had truly suffered an extreme humiliation.

"Saint Heir, Saint Heir."

Just then, an urgent voice called out.

Hua Wuqing recognized it. It was the Guardian Elder of the Hidden Skill Pavilion. Could it be...

As he got distracted, the blue-haired Chu Chen suddenly appeared behind him, and with a slap, sent him flying.

Hua Wuqing thudded to the ground, lying there, clutching his buttocks and wailing. He had lost count of the number of times he had been spanked; his buttocks were so mangled that even the slightest breeze felt like a knife slicing through.

"Saint Heir!"

The Guardian Elder of the Hidden Skill Pavilion arrived abruptly, surveyed the surroundings in shock, and upon seeing Hua Wuqing lying on the ground, he rushed to his side, squatting down, and loudly said, "Saint Heir, Ye Hongxue and two brats have emptied out the Hidden Skill Pavilion and shattered my buttocks."

Saying this, he glanced at Hua Wuqing's buttocks and added, "Hmm, a little better than the Saint Heir's."

"I, I know."

Hua Wuqing gritted his teeth and managed to speak. When it came to having a shattered butt, no one felt it more acutely than him. What infuriated him was this Guardian Elder; he even dared to rub salt into his wounds, no wonder he could only be cooped up in that Hidden Skill Pavilion for life.

He endured the pain in his buttocks, struggling to his feet. The slightest movement tugged at his wounds, causing him to grimace in pain and his vision to darken.

"Saint Heir, Saint Heir."

Just then, another elder arrived through the air, landing before Hua Wuqing, urgently saying, "Saint Heir, Ye Hongxue and two brats have emptied out the Treasure Pavilion and shattered my buttocks."

"Saint Heir!"

Several figures then successively arrived.

"Ye Hongxue and the two brats have emptied out the Alchemy Pavilion, and that brat also shattered my buttocks."

"Saint Heir, Ye Hongxue and two brats have uprooted the Spiritual Medicine Garden, and my buttocks were shattered too."

"Saint Heir..."

Their voices were urgent and filled with grievance. After cultivating to Martial Saint for so many years, they might have lost battles, but never had they experienced such humiliation like today, being spanked by what appeared to be kids under five years old. It was just too mortifying and too suffocating.

Spurt!

Hua Wuqing spat out blood on the spot, bellowing, "Damn it! Don't mention those damn words 'shattered butt' to me again."

"Uh!"

The Guardian Elders immediately closed their mouths, their gazes drifting towards Hua Wuqing's mangled buttocks, which indeed looked far worse than theirs.

"Saint Heir!"

Yet another figure arrived through the air.

Hua Wuqing, with a dark expression, asked irritably, "What else have they emptied out now?"

The newcomer was a middle-aged man, at the late stage of Martial Saint cultivation. Upon hearing the question, he immediately stopped in front of Hua Wuqing, paused, shook his head, and said, "Ye Hongxue and the two brats have broken into the Heartless Holy Temple. They're probably after the Heartless Sword Scripture."

"Damn it!"
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Hua Wuqing's complexion drastically changed. The Heartless Sword Scripture was the true legacy of the Heartless Sword Sect. Everyone's Heartless Sword Energy, including the Holy Master's, was comprehended from the Heartless Sword Scripture. According to his father, he had only comprehended a small part; if one could fully comprehend it, they would be immensely powerful even in the Divine Realm.

"Quickly go to the Central Demon State Sea and inform Father,"

he roared at the man. Father once said that the Heartless Sword Sect could be destroyed, but the Heartless Sword Scripture must not be lost at any cost.

"Yes, Saint Heir."

The man immediately turned and sped away into the sky.

Hua Wuqing soared into the air, intent on rushing to the Heartless Holy Temple to stop them, but then he reconsidered that with his mere cultivation, he simply couldn't win against those two brats, and going there would only bring him disgrace.

His face darkening, he muttered to himself, "Damned brats, you've forced my hand. I must forge the Blood Demon Body."

"It would have been better if you'd done this earlier; however, it's not too late now."

A sinister voice echoed within him.

"Enough talk. How can I forge the Blood Demon Body with the utmost speed?"

Hua Wuqing demanded coldly.

"There's no way."

The sinister voice replied, "However, there's a way for you to temporarily possess the strength of the Blood Demon Body, but this method has a time limit, after which you'll fall into a seven-day period of weakness and agony. During these seven days, you can do nothing but lie in bed and wail in pain."

"Temporarily possess the strength of the Blood Demon Body?"

Hua Wuqing frowned and asked sternly, "How do I do that?"

"You don't have to do anything; leave it to me."

The sinister voice let out a weird laugh. The next moment, strands of blood shot out from within Hua Wuqing, densely packed like venomous snakes writhing in the air, piercing into the bodies of the Heartless Sword Sect disciples lying on the ground, clutching their behinds and screaming.

Ah!

Suddenly, the Heartless Sword Valley was filled with screams of agony.

"What are you doing?"

Hua Wuqing shouted angrily.

"This is the only way for you to temporarily have the power of the Blood Demon Body. Do you want to save these wastes of space, or do you want to protect the Heartless Sword Scripture?" the sinister voice asked.

Hua Wuqing fell silent at once.

Streams of pure essence blood flowed along those bloodlines into his body, gradually seeping through his skin, leaving behind dark red markings.

These markings resembled those of Long Yutu and Long Yukuang when they had transformed into the Blood Demon, but there were differences, appearing more intricate and eerie.

A powerful aura emanated from within Hua Wuqing, and it was climbing at a terrifying pace.

"Saint Heir, why?"

Some disciples of the Heartless Sword Sect cried out in unwillingness and disbelief. They couldn't believe that they hadn't died at the hands of those brats but were instead perishing at the hand of their own Saint Heir, drained of all their essence blood and cultivation, dying in excruciating pain.

"Saint Heir, you..."

The Guardian Elders too were shocked, looking at the expressionless Hua Wuqing in the sky with astonishment.

"In order to protect the legacy of our Heartless Sword Sect, it must be done this way,"

Hua Wuqing's eyes had become blood red, and his tone was chillingly cold, "It is their honor to contribute to the protection of our legacy."

Hearing this, everyone fell silent, their hearts a mix of indescribable feelings.

"Sister, what is he doing?"

The purple-haired Chu Chen sent another Heartless Sword Sect disciple flying with a fan of his hand, then turned his head to look at Hua Wuqing, filled with confusion and curiosity.

The purple-haired Chu Xin glanced over and mumbled, "It obviously looks like some kind of evil secret technique; let's beat him up first."

"Alright!"

The purple-haired Chu Chen nodded and, together with the purple-haired Chu Xin, blasted off towards Hua Wuqing.