After Marrying the Disabled Demon Lord as a Substitute, I Ran Away with His Child - Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Zuo Siqiu and her group’s mobilization was so high-profile that it was impossible for Immortal Venerable Bimu not to know, nor could he remain unresponsive.

His ability to forcibly seize so many people for his own use in the cultivation world did not rely solely on his own strength and background. The interests intertwined within this were far more complex.

He had always believed the mastermind behind this was Fu Gui. After all, she had suffered too much humiliation under his hand, so her wanting to rise up and resist did not surprise him much. In his eyes, Zuo Siqiu was merely a card in Fu Gui’s hand.

Furthermore, for Fu Gui to do this was no different from declaring war against the collective interests involved in this matter.

Immortal Venerable Bimu immediately contacted several people with whom he had the deepest ties.

“If I am truly defeated by these cultivators this time, you all know what you will lose. I have already prepared the materials for the Tribulation-Crossing Spiritual Pills you all require. Once this great battle is over, I can refine them for everyone.”

These people immediately responded with sanctimonious dignity, “Rest assured, Immortal Venerable. We will certainly restore your innocence. How could this be your fault? You have never done such a thing as using people as ‘cauldrons.’ These are all tricks devised by the Demonic Cult to entice your young disciple into betraying her master and the sect.”

“I think so too. After so many years of cultivation, the world should know the Immortal Venerable’s character.”

“Don’t worry, Immortal Venerable. These people are no match for us. Many among them will even be turned to our side. When the time comes, perhaps we can even swallow that hard bone, the Demonic Cult.”

“Immortal Venerable may also freely choose anyone you fancy on the battlefield. If these people go missing or die in battle, it has nothing to do with us; it’ll all be blamed on the Demonic Cult.”

Bimu threw his head back and laughed loudly. After consulting with these people, his confidence soared. Fu Gui was still too green to fight him. Once he won this time, he would definitely capture Fu Gui again and torture her thoroughly to let her know his power. He also planned to take this opportunity to take Zuo Siqiu away.

As long as the righteous sects and the Demonic Cult fought each other, he would be the oriole lurking behind.

…

Bimu’s daughter, Bi Zhian, heard wild rumors in Feixian City slandering her father for keeping “cauldrons.” These people had even gathered to seek justice for the victims. Now, the Hehuan Sect and the Demonic Cult had joined forces to crusade against her father. Her Eldest Senior Brother and Youngest Junior Sister were actually among the crusaders.

She immediately went to her father’s cave dwelling to uncover the truth. Meeting her father this time, she did not hesitate, “Father, I hear people outside saying you kidnapped their wives, daughters, and relatives to refine into cauldrons?”

Bimu spoke with righteous severity, “Do you not even believe your own father? These are all tricks made up by that boy, Xuan Mo. Back then, if the one married into the Xuanyun Sect had been you, you would have done much better than your junior sister and could have turned the Demonic Cult leader back to the righteous path.”

“Unfortunately, it was Zuo Siqiu who went. Not only did she fail to influence Xuan Mo, she was even influenced and used by him.”

The regret and torment in Bi Zhian’s heart rose again, “I know this is all because of me. If I had been the one to go back then, none of this would be happening today.”

Bimu said, “Things are already set, so say no more. When they lead the attack, remember to take your junior sister and hide in my cave dwelling. Her cultivation is low; whether she can survive this war is a question. But as her master, I truly cannot bear to see her die.”

Bi Zhian nodded repeatedly. This time, she would completely pull her junior sister out of the fire. Her eyes shone brightly; she felt that this was her true self, not the person who felt bitter in Feixian City upon hearing of her junior sister’s talent.

…

The battle was triggered instantly. The crowd gathered outside the gate of the Bixia Sect. All Bixia Sect disciples were arrayed at the mountain gate to meet the enemy.

Zuo Siqiu stood beside Xuan Mo, leaning over slightly to whisper, “Venerable One, later please help me check if Bimu has a ‘Mustard Seed Space’ on him. He hid all those ‘cauldrons’ inside his space.”

Xuan Mo nodded, his expression solemn.

Zuo Siqiu leaned in closer to peek at him, thinking: Why is this guy always wearing such a sour face? Is it a requirement for the Demonic Cult to never look pleasant?

Xuan Mo shot a glance at her, asking coldly, “What are you looking at?”

Zuo Siqiu had been looking openly, but being caught made her flustered. She immediately retracted her gaze, her hands and feet awkward. Even her voice stuttered with guilt, “Looking at how… the Venerable One has no expression on his face.”

Xuan Mo asked, “Then what expression should this Deity have?”

Zuo Siqiu thought: You should be worried about me.

She quickly found an excuse, “Venerable One, in front of others, we are an affectionate couple. You should be worried about me; I only have Foundation Building cultivation.”

After saying this, Zuo Siqiu felt even more flustered. She clutched the clothes at her chest, frowning slightly. It must be because she was nervous about the fight. She told herself it was fine—she would definitely save her sister.

Seeing her flushed cheeks and ears, Xuan Mo’s expression softened slightly, “Madam must be careful. Stay close to my side; do not let me worry about your safety.”

Immediately after, he saw Zuo Siqiu’s face turn even redder. Her heart was in chaos. It’s my own fault for talking nonsense about being an ‘affectionate couple.’ In such a critical moment, who cares about personas? Saving people is the priority!

This was not just a wish of the original host; she truly wanted to have this sister.

She glared at Xuan Mo with embarrassed annoyance, “Venerable One, don’t tease me. It was my fault. We must prepare well; we absolutely cannot lose this battle!”

“Also… I am truly very afraid of death!”

Looking at Xuan Mo’s gaze, which held a hint of tenderness, her eyes flickered as she murmured, “I only have Foundation Building cultivation. I’m really afraid of death, but I’m also truly going to rescue my sister.”

Xuan Mo’s expression turned stern again, “This Deity naturally knows your cultivation is trash. Otherwise, why do you think I came along?”

With that familiar sharp-tongued and fierce tone, Zuo Siqiu felt a sense of relief. The Venerable One was more reassuring like this.

…

At this moment, Long Xiaotian was leading the crowd in a pre-battle shouting match with the Bixia Sect.

After a short while, Bi Zhian appeared, causing a stir. The Bixia Sect disciples told her to go back, not wanting her to be harmed. Even Long Xiaotian looked at her with worry; he still couldn’t let go of his third junior sister, thinking of how much pain she would be in if she knew her father was an inhuman beast.

But to everyone’s surprise, Bi Zhian spoke up to accuse the Demonic Cult, “Eldest Senior Brother, fellow righteous cultivators, do not be deceived by the Demonic Cult’s tricks! My father is not that kind of person. He has never enslaved women to use as ‘cauldrons.’ This is all a conspiracy by the Demonic Cult!”

The crowd was in an uproar. The sect disciples behind Bi Zhian added, “This must be a frame-up to incite conflict between the righteous path and our Bixia Sect.”

“Don’t be used by the Demonic Cult! Have you forgotten what they’ve done?”

The people behind Long Xiaotian grew uneasy. Indeed, though they believed the Demonic Cult was helping Zuo Siqiu, who could guarantee it wasn’t a conspiracy?

Long Xiaotian tried to persuade them, but Zuo Siqiu saw he was missing the point. She immediately pushed her “super bodyguard” Xuan Mo to Long Xiaotian’s side.

She stood on her tiptoes and whispered in Long Xiaotian’s ear, “Eldest Senior Brother, don’t forget the ‘Memory Stones’ cannot be faked. Those are top-grade stones—even if an immortal descended, they couldn’t fake them!”

Long Xiaotian was instantly enlightened. Evidence. They had evidence.

The people following behind hadn’t seen the evidence; they had only come along based on hearsay. Long Xiaotian immediately produced his Memory Stone and said to other victimized relatives, “Let everyone see! Let them see whether we are slandering the Bixia Sect, or if the Bixia Sect Leader is deceiving us all!”

The cultivators with Memory Stones immediately displayed the images, using their spiritual power to blur the faces of their female relatives and certain sensitive parts.

Long Xiaotian also showed his footage, then looked at Bi Zhian with burning eyes, “Third Junior Sister, now that the evidence is conclusive, what do you have to say? Will you stand with your wicked father, or will you join us in bringing him to justice?”

Bi Zhian’s body trembled, and she nearly collapsed. She couldn’t believe the footage—the ugly person in the images was her father. She had trusted him so much just a moment ago.

The sect disciples behind her also refused to believe it. How could their respected Master be such a person? They were like leaves in a gale, swaying wildly but desperate to cling to their roots. They even began making excuses.

“This can’t be real! They must have tampered with it!” “Master could never do such a thing!” “Grandmaster is the top alchemist in the cultivation world; it’s impossible.”

Bi Zhian seemed to find a shred of support. She shook her head at the Eldest Senior Brother who usually doted on her most. “Eldest Senior Brother, tell me this isn’t true. Tell me it’s all fake. My father isn’t that kind of person!”

Long Xiaotian was now completely disappointed. He had held onto a shred of hope for her, but if the Youngest Junior Sister could face the truth so rationally, why couldn’t the “kind-hearted” Third Junior Sister?

“Third Junior Sister, you are the most kind-hearted woman I know, but can you really bear to turn a blind eye while those people are humiliated like that?”

A moment of ferocity flashed across Bi Zhian’s face, “I haven’t turned a blind eye! I just want definitive evidence!” Then she immediately became fragile again, like a snow lotus about to snap, “I just want definitive evidence. Eldest Senior Brother, he is my father! He is also your Master! How can you so easily stand against him and be his enemy?”

Long Xiaotian replied coldly, “I don’t want a Master who treats my family like that. I cannot afford an inhuman beast for a Master.” He turned to the crowd, “You have seen the Memory Stones. If you allow yourselves to be deceived like my former junior sister and these disciples, the ones suffering next will be us!”

A group of Hehuan Sect cultivators stepped forward, “Let Immortal Venerable Bimu come out and face us!”

However, another group blocked their path. “We don’t believe Immortal Venerable Bimu would do this. If you attack Bixia Sect, you are our enemies.”

A man beside Zuo Siqiu screamed crazily, “Your daughter was taken by Bimu as a ‘cauldron’! Not only did you not save her, you even sent your other daughter to him! You claim you don’t believe it, but you are a part of it!”

The man who had spoken turned pale; he hadn’t expected his wife to be among the crusaders! Long Xiaotian also saw descendants of the Long family among the opposing group.

He furiously raised his spear, “You sacrifice your own family and step over their bodies to advance your cultivation, you aren’t worthy of speaking here. Kill! Kill them all!”

The battle broke out instantly. Xuan Mo immediately protected Zuo Siqiu and pulled back.

Of course, Zuo Siqiu wasn’t idle. She reached into her storage pouch, pulled out a fist-sized red spiritual pill, and threw it at the Bixia Sect gate with all her spiritual power.

A massive explosion and energy surge—like a bolt from the blue—instantly blew the mountain gate to smithereens. Most cultivators shuddered, thinking a heavenly lightning strike had fallen. They didn’t realize it was a Dharma treasure—or rather, a tool that looked like a pill.

Long Xiaotian’s group was even more emboldened, while the Bixia Sect was in shock. What had the junior sister just thrown?

Xuan Mo looked at Zuo Siqiu in surprise. He hadn’t expected her to spend time practicing such “odd tools” alongside her alchemy. “What kind of tool is this?”

Zuo Siqiu replied, “It’s just a spiritual pill, but I added an explosive ‘Fire-Boar Demon Core’ to it. The effect is actually quite good.”

She had realized early on that if she could add fruit or herbs to pills for flavor, she could add other things to change their function. With Xuan Mo as her “unlimited credit card” and bodyguard, she felt she had to innovate to increase her combat power.

Her cultivation was only at the Foundation Building stage, so she couldn’t fight head-on. But that didn’t stop her from being a “long-range marksman.” With a super “tank” like Xuan Mo to shield her, she was fearless!