Stepping in for the Heroine to Crush the Protagonist Group [Transmigration] - Chapter 67

Outside the Demon Palace, Gu Jinghe led the Tianyan Sect cultivators, a dense, dark mass. Each member held their nose high, their eyes brimming with disdain and loathing for the Demon Race. For centuries, the Immortal Sects had kept the Demon Race firmly under their heel, crushing any hope of resistance.

If not for the rumor that Gu Sheng had appeared among the demons, they would never have set foot in this filthy place, much less deigned to interact with these vile Demon Cultivators.

As these thoughts churned in their minds, a few impatient members couldn’t resist gossiping.

“Why would the Sect Master come to the Demon Race to search for the Young Sect Master?”

“I heard it was a report from our spy within the Demon Palace. They claimed the Young Sect Master was seen there.”

“Spy? More like a blind guess. It’s been ten years. If you ask me, the Young Sect Master is long dead.”

“Exactly! She’s dead. I saw Sect Master Gu kill her with my own eyes.”

“The Sect Master is truly something. He kills his own daughter, then runs around searching for her like a madman.”

“Yeah, he can run around like a fool if he wants, but why drag us into this? It’s just—” insane.

Before the man could finish speaking, an overwhelming pressure suddenly erupted from the Demon Palace, crushing him until he could barely breathe, let alone speak.

Following the oppressive force, Min Yaxing appeared.

She stood on a high platform, her floor-length black dress swaying in the wind like ink bamboo in a painting. Lowering her gaze to Gu Jinghe, who stood at the front of the crowd, she asked coldly, “Sect Master Gu, what brings you to the Demon Race?”

With a snap of her fingers, she deliberately intensified the pressure, forcing the weaker Elders at the front to their knees, their heads bowed as they gazed up at her.

Gu Jinghe sensed Min Yaxing’s malice. His brow furrowed slightly as a wisp of spiritual power shot from his fingertip, shattering her oppressive aura. His expression remained impassive as he addressed Min Yaxing, “Fiend, our purpose here—” Was to capture Gu Sheng.

Before he could finish, Min Yaxing waved her hand, and a hundred Italian Cannons materialized behind her.

Gu Jinghe had never seen such devices before. He froze for a moment, then recovered and studied the cannons, mistaking them for some kind of Artifact. “Fiend, do you think these Artifacts—” Can harm me?

Gu Jinghe’s words were cut short as Demon Cultivators emerged from behind the Italian Cannons. A deafening roar erupted, and the crowd behind him exploded in chaos.

An Explosive Artifact?! Gu Jinghe’s eyebrows twitched slightly. Its power is astonishing. He was genuinely surprised.

As Gu Jinghe reeled from the shock, Gu Sheng emerged from the Demon Palace. Standing behind Min Yaxing, she gazed at the Italian Cannons and couldn’t help but recall Hu Li’s earlier antics with the bomber. Her lips twitched as she muttered to herself, “That must have been Min Yaxing’s handiwork too.”

Meanwhile, Min Yaxing noticed Gu Sheng standing behind her. She glanced back at her briefly before turning her attention back to the Tianyan Sect disciples, who were now in complete disarray. “Now,” she said to Gu Sheng, “let me show you something even more entertaining.”

With a flick of her wrist, she tossed a stack of talismans into the air and snapped her fingers. Gu Sheng’s earlier suspicion was instantly confirmed.

As the snap echoed, the talismans flickered briefly before scattering into the sky, transforming into a squadron of bombers that roared toward the crowd, who were desperately trying to counter the explosives with their spiritual power.

The disciples in the crowd, like Gu Jinghe, assumed the Italian Cannons and Bombers were merely strange and powerful Explosive Artifacts. They all thought these devices, while stronger than typical Explosive Artifacts, couldn’t be that much more powerful. So they casually engaged them, confident they could crush these things effortlessly.

Little did they know, the Italian Cannons and Bombers were creations Min Yaxing had developed based on the System’s instructions, far beyond the reach of Spiritual Power. As the cannonballs mercilessly shattered their Spiritual Power barriers, the shockwaves shook their very souls. One by one, the disciples collapsed, unable to withstand the onslaught.

The Tianyan Sect’s momentum crumbled, while the Demon Race’s surged.

On the high platform, Min Yaxing calmly watched the predictable scene unfold. She leisurely conjured two chairs and gestured for Gu Sheng to sit.

“Want to vent?” Min Yaxing flipped her hand, producing a bottle of red wine she’d obtained from the System. She poured a glass for Gu Sheng and slid it across the table.

Gu Sheng sat down, her gaze drifting down to the blood-like liquid. She didn’t touch it.

Min Yaxing chuckled, saying nothing. She poured herself a glass and took a leisurely sip, her mood brightening.

The stark contrast between the high platform and the battlefield below was striking. Gu Jinghe, his pure white Daoist robes scorched black from dodging another artillery shell, glanced up at the platform. His hand tightened around his sword as he saw Min Yaxing, sunglasses perched on her nose, sipping wine. This woman… she’s terrifying.

His gaze shifted to the figure seated beside Min Yaxing, and his eyes widened in shock. Gu Sheng was still alive! Gu Jinghe gritted his teeth, his thoughts solidifying. He secretly gathered Spiritual Power, a Spiritual Blade materializing in his palm.

Ten years ago, he’d made the mistake of letting Gu Sheng live, costing him his chance at ascension. He wouldn’t repeat that mistake today!

Without hesitation, Gu Jinghe launched the Spiritual Blade toward Gu Sheng.

The Spiritual Blade contained ten percent of Gu Jinghe’s Spiritual Power, a devastating force that even a Soul Transformation Stage cultivator would struggle to withstand. Gu Jinghe watched the blade relentlessly closing in on Gu Sheng, a sinister glint in his eyes. He was certain she couldn’t survive the strike.

Meanwhile, Gu Sheng sat calmly in her chair, her expression unchanged as she observed the approaching blade. Just as it was about to touch her face, she casually raised her hand and grasped it.

The moment her fingers closed around the blade, it dissolved into a wisp of white smoke.

Gu Jinghe stared in disbelief, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks. How could Gu Sheng be so powerful?! He couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing.

Min Yaxing was equally astonished. She remembered the System telling her that Gu Sheng was a complete weakling in combat, skilled in spells but utterly hopeless in one-on-one fights. Yet what she was witnessing now clearly contradicted the System’s assessment.

After his initial ambush failed, Gu Jinghe quickly regained his composure. With a swift flick of his wrist, he drew his longsword across his palm, letting the blood seep into the grooves along the blade. This awakened the Sword Spirit slumbering within. His Sword Spirit was a magnificent Spiritual Dragon, its scales shimmering with a pearly white light, a truly breathtaking sight.

Gu Jinghe commanded the Spiritual Dragon to attack Gu Sheng. The dragon moved with such blinding speed that only its afterimage remained visible.

Min Yaxing watched the scene unfold and quickly handed Gu Sheng a pair of sunglasses. “How do we counter this?” she asked in a hurried tone.

Gu Sheng mimicked Min Yaxing’s earlier gesture, putting on the sunglasses. “Like this,” she replied.

As soon as she finished speaking, a deafening dragon’s roar echoed through the battlefield. In the next instant, a magnificent rainbow-scaled dragon erupted from the Demon Palace behind them, swallowing the Spiritual Dragon whole.

“Whoa, impressive!” Min Yaxing exclaimed. She turned to Gu Jinghe, who was about to attack again, and smirked. “Sect Master Gu, three strikes and you’re out. This time, I won’t hold back.”

With that, she raised her hand, signaling the Demon Cultivators hidden in the shadows. The half-ruined battlefield erupted with the staccato rat-tat-tat of machine guns.

Gu Sheng watched as the Tianyan Sect members fell rapidly. “When I infiltrated the Demon Race before, why didn’t you use these against me?” she asked Min Yaxing.

Min Yaxing pushed up her sunglasses and grinned. “Because you’re the beloved of my dear sister. If I hurt you, she’d be heartbroken.”

Gu Sheng stared at her, thoughtful. She tapped her fingers lightly on the low table beside her. “When did you realize I wasn’t Hu Li?”

Min Yaxing lowered her head, her eyes peeking out from beneath her sunglasses as she stared at Gu Sheng. “It was when we were eating at Tangtang’s place.”

Gu Sheng didn’t look at her, simply replying, “Really?”

Min Yaxing nodded. “Besides, if my dear sister had seen this situation, her first reaction, given her unscrupulous nature, would have been to push me forward as a scapegoat. But you didn’t.”

Gu Sheng fell silent, glancing at the crimson shadow behind Min Yaxing before saying another word.

Meanwhile, Min Yaxing, basking in her own cleverness, suddenly felt the lounge chair shake violently. In an instant, the ground vanished beneath her, and she crashed heavily to the ground.

Landing squarely on her rear, she cried out, “Aiyo!” and scrambled to flip over, clutching her bruised backside. “Who did this?! Who ambushed me?!”

She looked up, scanning her surroundings for the culprit. But no matter how hard she searched, she couldn’t find anyone.

Except for—Hu Li.

Min Yaxing froze, meeting Hu Li’s fox-like eyes, which were brimming with schadenfreude. Then, recalling Gu Sheng’s recent bizarre behavior, she suddenly understood.

“You’re Hu Li?” she asked tentatively.

Hu Li glanced at Min Yaxing, making no attempt to hide her identity. Hu Li smiled and nodded at Min Yaxing before leaping onto Gu Sheng’s shoulder, using the wreckage of the lounge chair as a springboard. She then recalled the Great Rainbow Dragon, which was still entangled with Gu Jinghe.

Min Yaxing, meanwhile, stood frozen on the ground, her mind racing back to all the times she had witnessed Hu Li openly showering Ye Qingtang with affection—hugs, kisses, and piggyback rides. She wanted nothing more than to bash her head against the ground in mortification.

While Min Yaxing’s mood sank into despair, the atmosphere around Gu Sheng was entirely different.

Gu Sheng glanced sideways at Hu Li, perched on her shoulder. “Not hiding from me anymore?” she asked.

Hu Li met Gu Sheng’s gaze, pressed her lips together, and nodded hesitantly, unsure whether to agree or disagree.

Perched in a nearby tree, the System squawked a reminder to Hu Li: “Host, we agreed! Ensure Gu Sheng’s safety and leave. No backing out now!”

Gu Sheng: … She glared at the System, finding the Demon Crow utterly infuriating.

Silently, she formed the Blaze Spell with a flick of her fingers hidden beneath her sleeve, intending to incinerate the System on the spot.

But just as she was about to strike, a dark shadow erupted beneath her feet. Black tendrils shot out, coiling around her ankles. Spatial Distortion Art.

Gu Sheng frowned, her gaze snapping to Gu Jinghe, who stood in the distance, drenched in blood. A flash of murderous intent flickered in her eyes. After all these years, he still refused to let her go.

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