The Beast God
A series of slight vibrations above her head made Sang Ying frown.
There was no sunlight in the dark room, only a dim light. Those trapped here were unaware of the passage of time, and even Sang Ying couldn't figure out what time it was.
But she guessed that these next few days were probably the days she and Dong Fuzhu and others had agreed to attack Listening Tide Sect.
However, they also had an agreement: if they arrived in this vicinity with their people, they would tap on their new high-level communication talisman, which she had hidden inside her skin. If there was any movement from Dong Fuzhu's side, she would also receive a clear vibration.
Strangely, Sang Ying had been waiting for many days, but there was still no sign of anything happening.
Just as she was wondering about this, the door to the dark room opened once again.
The guard who had stepped forward paused, then Outer Dao, "Wow, where did you get so many people? And they're all taking a beating? Didn't our sect leader tell you to be careful? What if you cause a commotion and get discovered?"
For some reason, Sang Ying's eyelids twitched suddenly upon hearing these words.
However, the bad premonition was always so accurate. Almost as soon as Sang Ying turned her gaze over, the other party replied, "Oh, you have no idea, our sect almost fell into someone's trap this time! If it weren't for those idiots from the Beast Soul Sect and the Array Sect ignoring those few outside cultivators who went to fetch reinforcements, our sect would probably be wiped out by now!"
With a few words from that man, a group of people with their hands bound were pushed and shoved into the room.
There were indeed many of them; once they all entered the dark room, they almost filled the entire room.
With so many people, the guards didn't even have time to ask what was going on, and said helplessly, "Why are you cramming people in here? We can't hold them all; we don't have enough cages!"
"It's alright. The sect leader said you can just leave them down there and keep an eye on them. The ceremony is only tomorrow anyway," the other party replied.
Jing Huan listened to their question and answer, he subconsciously looked up at the astonishing number of cages above his head.
Seeing the monks locked in small cages, each with a look of despair and indifference, he finally understood the hope that Dong Fuzhu and the others had held when they came seeking help.
According to their original plan, these people could have been rescued! But because of their prejudice and distrust, their only hope for survival vanished.
Jing Huan closed his eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.
After answering the guard's question, the disciple of the Listening Tide Sect continued, "Which one here is named Sang Ying?"
Sang Ying's heart pounded wildly; she knew her plan had been exposed.
The guard, unaware of what was happening, instinctively glanced in Sang Ying's direction upon hearing this. "She's right there. What do you want with her? She's just a cowardly, useless cultivator."
The Listening Tide Sect disciple immediately sneered, "Then you've been fooled by her. She's anything but useless. See all these disciples from the Beast Soul Sect and the Array Sect? They were invited by her and her three fellow disciples to attack us!"
"What?!" the guard exclaimed, his gaze towards Sang Ying instantly turning terrifying.
He immediately ordered his men to lower Sang Ying's cage, and after pulling her out, he began to attack her.
Seeing this, Jiang Zhuoxue, who was locked in a cage near Sang Ying, almost lost control when the group tried to lower the cage down. But a glance from Sang Ying made him grit his teeth and withdraw his hand.
Seeing that these people were acting without restraint, Jiang Zhuoxue and Dong Fuzhu immediately became anxious.
Dong Fuzhu and the others immediately tried to rush over to protect their senior sister, but their hands were locked tightly, giving them no chance to escape.
Lan Fusheng made any move to resist, and was also dragged along and beaten.
Jiang Zhuoxue couldn't bear to see Sang Ying being beaten, so she angrily shouted at her subordinates, "Don't come to the wrong person! This plan was my idea, and I persuaded them to do it. If you want to vent your anger, come at me!"
Duan Hanyi quickly chimed in, "I'm an accomplice too! If you're so capable, put me down as well!"
The guard kicked Sang Ying hard again, his expression extremely smug. "You all feel so sorry for this female cultivator, huh? What, is she good at something, that makes you all so interested?"
Jiang Zhuoxue didn't speak again, but her vertical pupils, hidden in the shadows, slowly lit up.
"You're talking nonsense! You're not allowed to talk about Fellow Daoist Sang like that!" Duan Hanyi was furious. If it weren't for the need to find a way to rescue people later, he would have rushed out of the cage and punched this foul-mouthed guy hard in the face!
Despite the pain, Sang Ying carefully pointed her index finger at the Listening Tide Sect disciple who was watching the spectacle.
Fortunately, these people knew their limits and didn't dare to continue hitting her. The guards, still angry, kicked Sang Ying a few more times before having her hung up again.
After dealing with the "culprit," the guard addressed the rest. "See? This is the only outcome if you try to escape the control of the Listening Tide Sect! Tomorrow is the day of the sacrifice. In just one night, do you think anyone will come to your rescue?! Accept your fate and stop causing trouble. Perhaps we can give you a quick death then!"
The dark room was silent. The indifferent gazes of the cultivators fell upon the guard, their eyes fixed on him as if he were a dead man.
"Hmph, I'm not afraid to tell you. This sacrifice, using you as offerings, is to summon the great Beast God of our Cloud Mulberry Realm! You flies should feel fortunate to be able to contribute to the rebirth of the Beast God!" the guard continued.
Everyone's attention was drawn to the term "Beast God," but no one noticed Sang Ying's eyes widen instantly.
The Beast God? Is it the Beast God she's thinking of?
Sang Ying suddenly recalled that dream, in which the towering Beast God personally extracted her Spirit Root. His cold, beastly eyes looked at her as if she were trash, and his tone was arrogant and icy. "You should feel honored to have your Spirit Root merged with Fuyun's body. If Fuyun's Spirit Root hadn't been compatible with yours, do you think someone as Corruption as you would be qualified to repair her Spirit Root?"
The altar within the Listening Tide Sect was slowly erected, and in the deep pit at the very center of the altar were countless drops of Spiritual Liquid.
He Lun carefully drew strange patterns around the altar, and the red patterns emitted a strong smell of blood.
Everything is ready. As soon as the first rays of dawn break tomorrow, He Lun will initiate the ritual to summon back the Beast God who has been absent from this world for many years!
At this very moment, Bai Kejin, who possessed the Image-Retaining Stone, was on his way to the Beast Soul Sect and the Array Sect.