Riding the Sword on the Wind! Resentment Reaches the Heavens! Someone from the Demonic Sect?

At this moment, Liu Ruyan and several disciples had already summoned their flying swords, soaring through the air as they followed Elder Willow Wood.

Seeing this, Chen Changqing took a deep breath and rapidly formed hand seals with his fingertips.

"Chengying, rise!"

Clang

With a sword's cry, the Chengying Sword that Elder Willow Wood had just gifted him leaped from its sheath, hovering before Chen Changqing, its blade gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

Without overthinking, Chen Changqing tapped his foot, leaped up, and landed steadily on the sword.

Spiritual energy flowed through his body, and the sword trembled slightly.

In the next moment, he had transformed into a streak of silver light, piercing through the sky.

"So this is... sword flight?"

Chen Changqing's heart raced with excitement as he felt the wind howling past him, clouds brushing his face, and the mountains and rivers below retreating rapidly.

He was both nervous and exhilarated.

After all, this was his first time truly flying on a sword.

"I've only ever seen this in TV dramas. Never thought I'd one day be soaring through the skies on a sword myself!"

Soon, Chen Changqing had grown accustomed to riding the Chengying Sword.

He easily kept pace with Elder Willow Wood and the others.

"Oh?"

Seeing Chen Changqing's composed demeanor, Liu Ruyan's eyes flickered with surprise.

"First time flying a sword, and he's this steady?"

"It almost doesn't feel like he's only at the fifth layer of Qi Refining."

Thinking this, Liu Ruyan furrowed her brows slightly, sensing that there might be something unusual about Chen Changqing that she hadn't noticed.

Otherwise, Elder Willow Wood wouldn't have treated him so well.

He'd even gifted him a High-grade Magic Tool.

The other disciples looked on with envy in their eyes.

Though they all had flying tools, none could compare to Chen Changqing's High-grade Magic Tool, the Chengying Sword, and they couldn't help but feel a bit jealous.

"Why him? A disciple at the fifth layer of Qi Refining gets a High-grade Magic Tool?"

"Even many Foundation Establishment disciples don't have such a tool."

"The elder is way too biased."

"What's the relationship between this kid and the elder?"

Though they were dissatisfied, they dared not show it.

Chen Changqing casually controlled the Chengying Sword, everything feeling effortlessly natural.

Even though it was his first time flying on a sword.

The Sword Control Technique, which he had passively cultivated for over two months, was already perfected.

After extracting it, all the intricacies of sword control were etched into his mind as if innate.

After flying for a while, Liu Ruyan curiously glanced at Chen Changqing:

"Junior Brother Chen, why haven't I seen you in the Seven Courtyards before?"

Chen Changqing smiled slightly and replied:

"Senior Sister Liu."

"I usually guard the Mountain Gate."

"You're busy with cultivation, so it's not strange that you haven't seen me."

Hearing Chen Changqing's answer, Liu Ruyan's heart jolted, and her face filled with disbelief.

She never expected that Chen Changqing was merely a disciple guarding the Mountain Gate.

The others grew even more resentful.

They couldn't understand why a mere gate-guarding disciple would be treated so well by Elder Willow Wood.

Time passed quietly.

Before they knew it, a day had gone by.

Now, Elder Willow Wood led Chen Changqing and the other disciples to their destination—Qingxi Village.

Before they even descended, a thick, bloody stench hit them in the air.

Beyond that, they could see that above Qingxi Village, dark clouds pressed down, and heavy resentment had condensed into a tangible gray mist, shrouding the entire area as if even sunlight was devoured.

"Such heavy resentment!"

A disciple cried out in alarm, his face turning pale.

The others were not much better off.

They were clearly all affected by the resentment shrouding the village.

Seeing this, Elder Willow Wood's expression also turned grave, and he said in a deep voice, "Land, and be on guard!"

Chen Changqing and the others nodded, then flew toward the village on their swords.

Soon, the group had landed inside Qingxi Village.

When they saw the scene before them, everyone's pupils abruptly contracted.

Looking closely, corpses lay strewn across the village, blood flowing like a river! The bodies of the villagers were scattered haphazardly along the roadside and inside homes, each one withered like dead wood, skin ashen gray, eye sockets sunken, their blood completely drained.

"Elder, these people have all had their essence blood drained," a disciple reported after forcing back nausea and examining the corpses.

Willow Wood's brows were tightly knit, his face very ugly, and he said coldly, "This method... it doesn't seem like the work of ordinary demons or monsters!"

Just then, Chen Changqing's gaze sharpened, and he shouted in a low voice, "Elder, look over there!"

Hearing Chen Changqing's words, Willow Wood and the others were startled and quickly followed his gaze.

Looking over, they saw several dark figures huddled suspiciously together under an ancient tree in the distance, holding something in their hands as if collecting something.

"Is that... a Blood Refining Gourd?" Willow Wood's mind trembled at the sight.

He recognized it at a glance—the objects in those dark figures' hands were Blood Refining Gourds.

This magical artifact was unique to the Demonic Sect.

"The sect thought it was demons causing trouble, but it turns out demonic cultivators are slaughtering the village to refine blood!" Elder Willow Wood said in a deep voice, rage burning in his heart.

Hearing this, Chen Changqing was taken aback.

"People from the Demonic Sect?"

"They actually massacred the entire Qingxi Village and drained the essence blood from the villagers."

"This method is far too cruel."

"Truly... deserving of death!"

Just as Chen Changqing and the others were sizing up those demonic cultivators, the demonic cultivators also sensed their presence.

One of them suddenly turned his head!

Upon seeing Chen Changqing and the others, his face changed drastically, and he couldn't help but cry out, "Damn! It's people from the righteous sects!"

Hearing this, the remaining few also turned around in shock, panic and fear in their eyes.

"Damn it, how did they get here so fast?"

"They look like people from Mount Shu Sect."

"News sure travels fast!"

"..."

As he spoke, the leading demonic cultivator let out a sinister laugh and said coldly, "Since we've run into them, don't let them leave."

"Kill!"

In an instant, those demonic cultivators struck out one after another, blood light soaring into the sky and demonic energy churning.

They charged straight toward Chen Changqing and the others.

"Hmph!" Elder Willow Wood roared in anger, "Wretches, face your death!"

As his words fell, he waved his sleeve.

"Boom!"

"Whoosh!"

Immediately following, a dazzling Sword Qi shot forth like a rainbow piercing the sun, arcing straight down toward those demonic cultivators.

"Boom!"

In less than a breath, the demonic energy surging at the very front was shattered by Elder Willow Wood's Sword Qi.

"Kill!"

Then, Elder Willow Wood's figure unfurled as he charged ahead to meet the demonic cultivators.

Seeing this, disciples like Liu Ruyan also struck out in unison.

"Whoosh!"

Liu Ruyan's jade-like finger tapped lightly, and a frosty Sword Qi froze the air as it sped straight for a demonic cultivator's throat.

The other disciples each deployed their own means—talismans, spells, and sword-light interweaving into a net!

In just a few brief moments, Elder Willow Wood and his group were locked in fierce battle with the Demonic Sect cultivators.

Chen Changqing's eyes sharpened at the sight, the Chengying Sword humming and trembling.

"First real battle... I'll use you lot to test my blade, then!"