The massacre at the Ten Thousand Flowers Cave Dwelling
The night was over, and dawn was breaking.
Even in daylight, Nine Cold Mountain appears gloomy and desolate.
The vast ice walls and frost reflected the sunlight; though dazzling, they did not bring warmth, but only a blinding whiteness that made one's heart uneasy.
In addition to being exceptionally tall and having numerous peaks, the mountain itself is also extremely rugged and complex. Those shadowy places that cannot be reached by the light, those shady Yin Side that are forever covered with solid ice and black gravel, and the gentle slopes of the depressions, always seem to be lurking man-eating Demons and beasts.
Meng Qingjun opened her eyes and woke up on the stone table in the Cave Dwelling, feeling a slight headache.
It's like...
Like someone with a hangover.
"Hiss--"
Meng Qingjun rubbed her head and slowly got up from the table.
As she gradually regained consciousness, Meng Qingjun suddenly became alert.
Wrong...
How could a great demon with five hundred years of cultivation have a hangover?!
Even Human Race martial artists, after decades of cultivation, with their qi True Essence protecting their Meridians and their minds clear and lucid... would never experience a hangover!
Although I was celebrating my 500th birthday yesterday and was in a rare good mood, I specially dug out two jars of fine wine, both top-quality wines made by steeping rare and precious ingredients...
Even for myself, it's impossible to remain completely sober after drinking.
But this alcohol contains medicinal properties, which are beneficial to my blood and body. How could I possibly drink it and then fall into a coma all night, sleeping on the table... with a splitting headache?!
What was my last Memory?
Oh, they're waiting for those two silly rabbits in the kitchen to prepare the fresh Blood Food and bring them to the table—because a new guest has brought a young and beautiful Human Race with abundant blood and energy to add to the meal.
I have never eaten such pure Blood Food since I started cultivating, so I am naturally very much looking forward to it.
Yes... I was offering a toast at the time—to the new guest!
Although it was our first meeting, I felt an instant connection with the guest, as if we were old friends, and we ended up drinking a few extra cups...
Of course, the most important reason was that the other party was also a fully transformed Great Demon, whose cultivation was no less than her own, and who was very generous, offering a Martial Artists as Blood Food upon meeting. Meng Qingjun really wanted to befriend him, so she naturally drank with great enthusiasm.
But that shouldn't be the case! No matter how much he drank, he shouldn't be this drunk and unconscious!
Besides, there's absolutely no reason for a headache to come here!
"Could it be that the Black Wind Old Monster who gave me the wine mixed some kind of poison into it when he brewed it?"
As Meng Qingjun thought about it, she vaguely felt that she really did seem to be poisoned.
"I'm losing face in front of the new guests!"
"Fortunately, the transformation and illusion were maintained... otherwise, it would have been troublesome if we had been exposed."
Meng Qingjun thought for a moment, then stood up unsteadily.
But after he stood up, he was shocked.
Soon, Meng Qingjun realized...
The fact that I "lost face" is not worth mentioning at all.
Because...
At this moment, his Ten Thousand Flowers Cave Dwelling was in complete disarray!
While it's true that under normal circumstances, Yaomo's birthday banquet should leave a scene of utter chaos... there are differences between different kinds of chaos!
Just like a mother saying her child's room is a "pigsty," there's still a big difference between that and a real pigsty!
There is also a difference in magnitude between "chaos" and "message".
The Ten Thousand Flowers Cave Dwelling of today is no longer a mess of cups and plates, spilled food and wine, bones and food scraps scattered everywhere.
A faint smell of blood seeped into Meng Qingjun, which had been somewhat numb but were now gradually regaining their sensitivity.
Within this Ten Thousand Flowers Cave Dwelling, roughly one-third of the demons, servants, and guests, large and small, have perished.
Moreover, they all died tragically with blood flowing from their mouths and noses, their blood and vital energy drained from their bodies, and their Three Hun and Seven Po completely drained!
Someone attacked... no, they looted his Cave Dwelling.
Meng Qingjun's pupils contracted as she realized the problem.
Although the sight of so many Yaomo corpses was shocking, Meng Qingjun immediately realized that the killing was probably just something the other side did as they pleased!
One reason, of course, is that most of the Yaomo did not die; they were merely in a state of unconsciousness or slumber and had not yet awakened—just like he had been before.
I don't know if the other party was in a hurry and didn't have enough time, or if they were just acting on impulse.
The second reason...
Meng Qingjun quickly noticed that, compared to the one-third of the dead Yaomo corpses, the various restrictions she had set up in her Cave Dwelling had been completely destroyed!
He scanned the entire Cave Dwelling with his divine sense and discovered, almost in despair...
The Cave Dwelling has been almost completely emptied out!
Pharmacy, military barracks, warehouses, treasure vaults...
All the wealth he had accumulated over the years, the precious materials he had diligently collected from Nine Cold Mountain and snatched from other Yaomo, the magical Magical Artifacts, elixirs and tonics he had crafted with those materials... were all gone, leaving him with nothing!
They even took away my several expensive sandalwood chests—and right here in the Banquet Hall, they didn't even leave behind the white jade cups and wine pots, the gold-inlaid plates and knives!
All that's left in the entire Ten Thousand Flowers Cave Dwelling is tables, chairs, and benches made of stone and rotten wood.
Meng Qingjun even suspected that... if there hadn't been a shortage of time, the other party would have knocked down all the stone tables and chairs, wooden shelves, and even the stove and taken them with them.
The immense impact caused Meng Qingjun's already somewhat dazed consciousness to violently tremble. He collapsed into a chair in agony, clutching his head and screaming in pain.
"It's all over, it's all over... it's all over!"
After sitting down, Meng Qingjun suddenly felt something was wrong with the sensation on her buttocks.
He stood up again and looked at the chair behind him, only to realize...
The entire tiger skin that the nearly Colorful Fierce Tiger had left behind after its death, which he had previously used to cushion his chair, was gone!
Meng Qingjun felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to breathe, her Meridians seemed to be in reverse order, and she nearly suffered a stroke, her blood surging and she vomited blood.
Swallowing the metallic taste in her throat, Meng Qingjun slammed her fist on the table in anger.
"Damn it! Could it be that my cultivation has reached a certain level, and the three tribulations of Heaven, Earth, and Man have arrived... Am I about to undergo the Human Tribulation?!"
"Who the hell did this?!"
Meng Qingjun muttered angrily, her divine sense sweeping across the entire cave again, quickly discovering some remaining traces...
Near those damaged barriers, the walls showed signs of corrosion.
At the entrance of the cave, there were some drag marks left behind, presumably when the other party took the items away.
At the same time...
Although many of the deceased had their souls and essence drained, Meng Qingjun still sensed something strange about their deaths.
Some of the Yaomo that died had faint smiles on their faces, and some of their bodies were missing.
Some had purple lips and black eyes—although their bodies looked relatively intact, a closer inspection revealed that their bones and blood had completely dissolved, turning into a mass of mush.
This method... is rarely seen in the Prison Mountain Realm!
Meng Qingjun rubbed her temples, gritting her teeth. "This doesn't seem like Human Race methods... Even the most sinister Human Race Fang Techniques are more righteous than this."
He already had a vague answer in his heart...
According to peers, absolutely according to peers!
Or rather...
Those attacking your own cave are most likely another wave of Yaomo.
Just then, Meng Qingjun suddenly heard a painful groan from beside her.
"Ouch... my head hurts!"
Then, the other transformed demon who had been drinking and having a good time with him the night before slowly woke up.
The young man with the same portrait, whose appearance was handsome and pleasing, woke up with a hint of confusion in his eyes. He quickly locked onto Meng Qingjun, stepped back, and his body surged with demonic energy as he spoke coldly!
"Meng Qingjun... what do you mean by this?!"
"I kindly offered to celebrate your birthday, and you tampered with the food and drinks?!"
"Could it be that they intend to do something indecent to me, or that they plan to murder me?!"
Lin Yu spoke sternly, and it looked like he was about to attack Meng Qingjun.
However, Meng Qingjun did not feel hostility towards Lin Yu despite his overreaction.
He actually felt relieved.
"Friend, sir... please calm down!"
"I meant no harm—you only need to look around to understand!"
"I'm a victim too... I just woke up from a coma, just like you!"
"My Cave Dwelling has been emptied, many of my guests and friends have been killed or injured, and my servants and subordinates have also suffered heavy losses... If I were to arrange things for you, would I have gone to such lengths?"
Lin Yu frowned, then released his demonic energy, as if sweeping across the entire cave.
Then, he spoke coldly, "Indeed, your Cave Dwelling suffered heavy casualties and losses, with many signs of damage... but who knows if this is just a ruse!"
"After all, I think many of these Yaomo have had their life essence and soul drained—maybe you're planning to use this to strengthen yourself and break through the barriers!"
Lin Yu said sternly.
Meng Qingjun raised her hands and said helplessly, "Then I should absorb your power first—you have the strongest power, and you're the only one here besides me who has taken human form. How could I kill others and let you wake up, allowing you to question and challenge me here?"
"Wouldn't doing this just create more trouble?!"
"Besides, you can feel it yourself. My body is just as weak, and my internal energy hasn't improved at all. If I really did all this, how could I not have grown at all after absorbing the essence and souls of so many Yaomo?"
"My friend—we are not enemies!"
"In fact, we should say that we now have a common enemy—of course, that enemy might only be targeting me, and you've just been dragged into it."
"But... I believe you must be unhappy about being tricked like this for no reason, right?"