NOVGO.NET Chapter 188: Camp
Chapter 188: Chapter 188: Camp
Ye Shuang and Ling Lin gulped slightly.
Looking at the man’s imposing back and sensing that terrifying pressure from moments ago, they suddenly didn’t dare to speak.
They just stood there meekly, almost shrinking into themselves.
Li Feng, who seemed lost in thought for a while, finally sighed softly and gently closed the corpse’s eyes as he murmured,
“…Don’t worry, fellow disciple. Leave the rest to me.”
The corpse’s eyes slowly shut.
And perhaps it was just his imagination, but the expression….once twisted in fear and terror seemed to soften into something like a man drifting into a gentle sleep.
Li Feng rose slowly, his fist tightening.
His gaze narrowed… not with sorrow or grief, but with a cold, simmering anger that subtly shifted the air around him.
“Fire Yang Sect trash…” he muttered, voice low and frighteningly calm.
But when he turned, and caught the sight of Ling Lin and Ye Shuang’s nervous expressions.
He exhaled and offered them an apologetic smile.
“Ah, sorry for losing my composure, junior sisters. It was… a bit of a shock to find a fellow disciple dead here.”
His smile eased the heavy atmosphere.
Ye Shuang and Ling Lin both released the breaths they didn’t realize they’d been holding.
They understood that anyone would be shaken to find a sect member suddenly dead, their body left exposed like this.
Ye Shuang slowly approached and held his hand.
She spoke softly, comforting him.
“I know you’re sad, Senior Brother… Even I feel it. But…”
She looked up at him with her clear eyes. “This is the fate of those who pursue the Dao. I’m sure the disciple who passed away already knew the risks the moment he chose this path.”
Li Feng breathed out lightly and nodded.
“Thank you for your words… I know.”
He squeezed her hand gently, then looked at the corpse.
“…Can you two help me bury him? It’s the least we can do.”
Ye Shuang nodded but glanced at him in confusion.
“What about you, senior brother?”
Li Feng didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he smiled and looked at Ling Lin.
“Junior Sister Ling, you said the camp was straight ahead?”
Ling Lin hurriedly nodded.
“Yes. If you keep going straight, you should reach it in about fifteen minutes.”
Li Feng nodded and looked at the two of them.
“Please take care of his body.”
He smiled calmly.
But the calmness only made the next line sound even colder.
“I’ll go on ahead…and take care of those trash.”
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At a crude campsite, only a single tall tent stood in place.
Several demonic disciples in red robes lingered outside, waiting idly while tending to their own tasks.
One of them, sitting on a nearby rock, kept glancing restlessly toward the big tent.
His companion next to him noticed his sneaking glances and teased:
“What are you peeking for? Can’t control your desire?”
Even though he said that, he himself was also restless. After all, such high-quality food was waiting inside that tent, and yet he still couldn’t touch it.
The man who got teased sneered.
“Yes, I am getting restless. I’ve been dying to know the taste of those pretentious fairies.”
The other disciples sighed when they heard this.
Their group had already captured a few disciples from the righteous sects, but so far they weren’t allowed to eat them yet because their Senior Brother still seemed obsessed with finding a certain prey first before they could feast.
Then suddenly, one of them, the strongest among them right now, with a bulky build gritted his teeth, stood up, and started walking toward the tent.
“Oi, what are you doing? You have a death wish?”
The nearby disciple immediately understood that man’s intention and warned him, knowing how terrifying their Senior Brother was.
Yet the bulky man only smiled lewdly.
“Don’t worry, I’ll only take one out.”
Then he looked at all the other disciples, eyes gleaming
“And we can all have a taste together, right…?”
At his words,
Silence spread through the group.
The other disciples didn’t replied, as everyone understood his meaning and implication.
And truthfully… every one of them was already on edge, already hungry.
With someone finally willing to act as the spearhead, they tacitly agreed.
Seeing their quiet approval, the bulky man smirked and entered the tent.
Moments later, he came out dragging a beautiful female disciple dressed in white by her hair, her limbs bound and her mouth muffled dirty cloth.
The bulky man threw her into the middle of the camp.
“Mhmmm!!”
The female disciple glared fiercely at them, her sharp eyes burning with hatred.
But that fire froze the moment she noticed the dozens of greedy gazes locking onto her like wolves eyeing fresh meat.
Before she could even form a thought, the bulky man kicked her, knocking her onto her back.
“Mhmm…!”
“Such eyes, how scary,” the bulky man mocked as he placed his foot on her chest.
He leaned down arrogantly, pulled her hair up roughly, and slapped her cheek.
Slap!
“Hehe, but in the end, you’re nothing but food. Just give up already.”
Still, the female disciple glared angrily, like a feisty cat ready to kill.
Seeing this defiance, the bulky man grinned.
He inhaled her fragrance and licked her bruised cheek.
“Actually, you know what? Resist more. I can’t wait to turn you into nothing but a bitch waiting to spread her legs under me.”
Seeing the sight,
The other disciples nearby laughed loudly, their triumphant, menacing laughter filling the area.
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Meanwhile,
Inside a bush a short distance away from the demonic cultivators camp, a cloaked middle-aged man with a rough black beard crouched low, watching the scene unfold.
“Why are there so many demonic cultivators here…?”
Old Han murmured in disbelief as he watched one of them drag out a beautiful captured female disciple.
He had learned from the young miss who tagged along with him earlier that this secret realm was controlled by the major sects, where their disciples came to explore and gain experience.
And as a wandering cultivator who had survived for so long, he knew far too well how ruthless demonic cultivators were.
He didn’t really like righteous cultivators either, but at least they were far better than these demonic folk who treated every life as their stepping stone.
“…I should have followed that mysterious young miss.”
Old Han sighed.
But thinking about it again, it seemed she didn’t want him to follow.
After they separated, relying on his stealth techniques and scavenging skills, he actually managed to gain quite a bountiful harvest.
Since yesterday, he had noticed this group of demonic cultivators setting up camp here.
He had even seen them capture a few female righteous disciples and lock them inside the big tent.
With his experience, after observing for a day, he already recognized them as disciples from the infamous Fire Yang Sect who are quite well-known for ruining talented and beautiful women.
“…And that Senior Brother of theirs looks strong.”
Old Han gulped, remembering the disciple with the brightly colored red robe.
He had seen him fight two fierce disciples from the Heavenly Sword Sect and saw him kill the male while knocking out the female with ease.
How did he know all this?
Because he had been following them to observe…and also to scavenge whatever the corpses left behind.
As someone who struggled from the bottom, he never let any opportunity go.
Even if it was as low as looting corpses.
“Don’t blame me… At least I’ll inform other righteous disciples if I manage to meet them.” he murmured.
Then he sighed at the grim fate of the captured female disciples.
Judging by their discussion, it seemed their Senior Brother wanted to gather a few more before letting his group feast tonight.
Old Han felt a bit regretful thinking about those heroic, beautiful disciples about to be ruined by these bastards.
And he doubted that even if the righteous disciples knew, they wouldn’t be able to win unless they gathered their elites. And even then, they might not win against that monster Senior Brother.
Just as he was imagining the trouble the righteous disciples were about to face…
Suddenly, he saw the other demonic disciples surrounding the poor female disciple who just got dragged out like hungry beasts as her muffled screams leaked out, pieces of her white robe fluttering in the air as those demonic disciple tore her robe.
Old Han shook his head at the tragic scene about to unfold and continued to lie low, and continue waiting.
He had already steeled himself to ignore the helpless screams that were about to fill the camp.
With his strength, rushing in would only mean adding another corpse for those beasts to laugh at.
So now, he was only hoping to loot something worthwhile after these people left the camp.
But then—
“…Hm?”
Old Han’s eyes widened as he noticed something.
Through the gaps in the bushes, a lone figure was slowly walking toward the camp.
Calm and unhurried, as if he were taking a casual stroll rather than stepping into a den of hungry wolves.
And judging by his robe, …. he should be a righteous sect disciple from Azure Moon Sect.