The Entire Sect is Full of Villains, Yet the Junior Sister Conquers All

Chapter 255 : How Could a Dignified Demon Emperor... Cross-dress!

Unable to forcibly salvage his reputation, Yan Wangxing's last shred of innocence couldn't be cleared, not even if he jumped into the River Styx.

As soon as Chu Sang said this, there was an eerie silence for a few seconds. Mo Baizhou's eyes widened slightly, sweeping several incredulous glances at Yan Wangxing. His gaze changed from initial wariness to increasingly strange, and he silently took a step back, distancing himself a bit.

This step back was a heavy blow to Yan Wangxing's psyche.

He was so angry his head felt dizzy and he could barely breathe, but having been stimulated so many times, Yan Wangxing found his mentality becoming increasingly resilient.

He took a deep breath, even imitating Chu Sang's usual insufferable manner. Arms crossed over his chest, he leaned back slightly, curling his lips into a devilish smile, "What are you afraid of? Even if this Emperor liked men, I absolutely wouldn't be interested in you. You don't actually think this Emperor would be interested in you, do you?"

"......"

Damn.

His first reaction wasn't to deny it, but to counter-question?

Mo Baizhou's face remained calm, but inwardly he was shocked that these demon race people were indeed all a bunch of perverts. His decision not to return to the demon realm was truly the right choice!

Good, now he didn't have to worry about this scoundrel taking advantage of his Little Junior Sister. Now he needed to worry about himself.

"Hey, why are you two still standing there in a daze? I've already changed my disguise, hurry up and change yours. Otherwise, when the pursuers catch up later, we won't have time." Chu Sang had just been casually joking earlier to ease the tense atmosphere, but now time was pressing and there was no room for delay. She urged the two.

"That small ball you took out earlier, do you have any other styles? Give us one. Oh, and make it men's clothing." Yan Wangxing was wearing demon attire, but his Demon Sovereign's robe was too eye-catching. Usually it was quite dashing when he went out, but when being pursued, it was practically asking to be caught.

He leaned in, wanting to look in her storage ring, but Chu Sang moved it to her other side. "Don't mess with my things. I rarely disguise my identity, and when I do, I usually use the thousand-face mask more often. I rarely use the illusion pearl. I casually asked Second Senior Sister to make one for me at the time, but I didn't prepare any men's clothing."

"Ah, are you kidding me? You want the dignified Demon Sovereign to wear women's clothing?" Yan Wangxing looked very unwilling. He would rather charge out and slaughter his way through than put on women's attire!

"Wouldn't a man in women's clothing be even better for hiding your identity? Walking out openly, those demon soldiers and generals outside wouldn't guess it was you even if they racked their brains."

Seeing Yan Wangxing's expression of disgust as if he had swallowed a fly, she thought of something and changed the subject, "Back then, Mo Qingchen in women's clothing had you completely smitten. If he could wear women's clothing, why can't you? Could it be that you can't compare to him? You don't look as good as him in women's clothing?"

Chu Sang admitted her mischievous side was running wild. The more others looked at her with that furious yet unable to do anything about it gaze, the more excited she became, the more she wanted to tease them maliciously. She deliberately tried to provoke him.

Sure enough, Yan Wangxing's expression changed instantly.

It must be said that Mo Qingchen and Yan Wangxing were a pair of fated rivals in the original story. These two were repulsive to each other in every aspect, from their backgrounds to their destinies to their magnetism. Even though the plot had twisted in this life, causing Yan Wangxing to not have much interaction with Mo Qingchen, the innate competitive desire between archrivals was carved into their bones and souls.

Yan Wangxing seemed to recall something, his face turning so black it could fry eggs. Then he stepped forward and snatched the illusion pearl from her hand without a word, gently squeezing it.

"Bang!"

His attire changed, becoming the same revealing outfit as Chu Sang's.

It had to be said that Yan Wangxing, as the third male lead in the original story, really did have good looks. When not speaking, he really looked the part, not much worse than the female version of Mo Qingchen, and with a few traces of the unique charm of the demon race.

Chu Sang couldn't resist reaching out to pat him, but before she could say "Nice ass~", Mo Baizhou, noticing her intention first, quickly covered her mouth and pulled her aside, his heart panicking... He hadn't noticed before how his Little Junior Sister was becoming more and more bent. If this got out, people would think their cultivation world was full of perverted hooligans! It was indecent!

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After successfully escaping the pursuit of the outer demon soldiers using concealment talismans and earth-burrowing talismans, Chu Sang, to be extra cautious, sent out three puppets to escape from their original location, which should buy them quite some time.

The three of them then turned to a nearby remote town. News traveled slowly in small towns, and word of the mutiny at the demon palace hadn't spread yet. Dressed ordinarily and concealing their auras, they didn't attract attention from others.

Yan Wangxing casually found a tavern and used a large sum of spirit stones to rent out the entire place, quite a lavish move. To be able to spend so extravagantly when his resources were nearly depleted showed that in his half year in power, he had plundered quite a bit from those Demon Lords.

Chu Sang set up a blocking formation to prevent eavesdropping by those with ill intentions.

Mo Baizhou took out the map and pointed to the circled location in the southeast, "The altar is nearly three thousand li from here. We can reach it in half a day at most."

"Cen Dan and the others have gathered some information these past few days. Apart from the troublesome gathering of many demon cultivators there, there are also restrictions protecting the place. Ordinary people simply cannot enter the altar. If one forcibly breaks in, they'll be instantly torn apart by the demonic power in the restrictions..."

"I'm not too clear about the demon race's altar." Chu Sang usually liked to raid book collections, so she knew a bit more than others, but mostly limited to the cultivation world.

As for the demon side, since recorded history, they had been at odds with the cultivation world most of the time.

There were very few books in the cultivation world recording information about the demon race.

Mo Baizhou had demon blood, but he grew up in the cultivation world. His understanding of the demon race was only slightly more than ordinary cultivators, but he had never been to the altar.

However, they had a demon friend here.

Seeing the two's gazes fall on him, Yan Wangxing felt a bit uncomfortable, "Why are you all looking at me? If you don't know, how would I know?"

"Aren't you from the demon race? Although you've barely warmed the Demon Sovereign's seat for half a year before your subordinates plotted to usurp you, you're still a Demon Lord. You should know more about demon affairs than ordinary demons, right? Haven't you been to the altar?" Chu Sang found it absurd.

The altar was a sacred place for worshipping the demon race's ancestors. In theory, whether Demon Sovereign or Demon Lord, they should perform grand worship ceremonies every year.

Demon race people indeed weren't as particular about righteousness and etiquette as the cultivation world, but shouldn't they still go through the motions?

Unexpectedly, Yan Wangxing looked genuinely confused, more confused than the two outsiders, "I've never been there."

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Chu Sang and Mo Baizhou simultaneously expressed question marks.

"What's with those looks? I said I've never been there, so I've never been there. Why would I bother going to worship those long-dead old fogies?" Yan Wangxing said quite irreverently.

Chu Sang was silent for a moment, then turned and pulled Mo Baizhou aside, lowering her voice, "I suddenly feel that what you said earlier was right, Fourth Senior Brother. We don't need to bring along such a burden. Why don't we just abandon him and let him fend for himself?"

The reason Chu Sang decided to bring Yan Wangxing along was because she was unfamiliar with the demon race. To avoid stepping on landmines at every turn, she needed to find a local demon who was familiar with their ways to guide them. Currently, she was most familiar with dealing with Yan Wangxing, so she simply dragged him into this.

Unexpectedly.

He turned out to be a complete burden.

Along the way, apart from being able to fight, he was of no use at all.

The domineering Demon Sovereign who stirred up storms in the original story wasn't written like this, was he? Without the female lead by his side, did he lose all his buffs?

Too useless.

"What are you two whispering about? Don't think I can't hear you."

Yan Wangxing said displeased, "That altar, I'm not completely clueless about it... If you're willing to beg me, I might be able to tell you a thing or two."

After all, he was a native-born demon. He did know some common knowledge.

Mo Baizhou coldly glanced at him, his finger moving to half-unsheathe his demon sword.

Discovering that this person wasn't of much use to her, Chu Sang's face changed quickly, "It seems you've forgotten the deep friendship between us. How about I help you recall it?"

"......" Yan Wangxing's back instantly stiffened. Recalling memories of their deep friendship, his smile became somewhat forced, but he quickly regained his composure, "Just joking. My goal is the same as yours, to get rid of those fools. Naturally, I'm on the same side as you."

He quickly said, "The demon race indeed has a tradition of worshipping ancestors, but I've never paid much attention to such things, so I've never been... Moreover, even if I wanted to go now, I couldn't."

"Why?"

"The altar has special requirements to open. When the old Demon Sovereign was still around, he would lead us Demon Lords and the great demons under him to worship the ancestors. Each time, the altar was opened by the old Demon Sovereign. After the old Demon Sovereign passed away, the altar has been closed until now. For years, no one has been able to open it." He glanced meaningfully at the silent Mo Baizhou, paused, then added, "I... can't open it either."

In theory, every Demon Sovereign should have the power to open the altar. So why was he unable to open it?

This was also a major reason why those Demon Lords were so dissatisfied with him.

Yan Wangxing had indeed pondered the reason. It might be because he had never received the acknowledgment of the demon race's inheritance ground, nor did he have the demon sword token of the Demon Sovereign...

Chu Sang naturally thought of this as well. A flash of inspiration struck her, and she asked in return,

"Can the other Demon Lords open it?"

"If even I can't open it, how could those wastes possibly open it?" Yan Wangxing scoffed lightly.

It seemed there was still good news for them at present. Chu Sang relaxed a bit inwardly, but only a bit. For those Demon Lords to dare to openly stage a coup, they must have some trump cards. Getting the Divine Decree was just a matter of time.

The drinks were finished, and it was time to set out.

They traveled in a rush, reaching the vicinity of the altar in just under half a day.

As described in the intelligence, the area within several li of the altar was tightly surrounded by layers of demon soldiers and generals. Not even a bird could fly in alive.

The three were forced to stop at a nearby hilltop. The view from here was quite broad. Looking down from above, the central altar was built majestically and grandly, though the scene inside couldn't be seen. From the outside, there didn't seem to be any other unusual activity.

Were those Demon Lords not there?

"Something's not right."

Perhaps because Chu Sang's divine sense was stronger and broader than the other two, or perhaps due to her subconscious perception as a talisman and formation master, she sensed something unusual about this layout at first glance.

Mo Baizhou noticed her fingertips tracing patterns meaningfully. After a while, Chu Sang had a flash of inspiration and said with a slightly raised voice, "Formation."

"Someone has hidden a formation under the altar, a very powerful formation-breaking one."

"I guess those people want to use the formation to forcibly break through the altar's restrictions, but breaking through restrictions set by the ancient demon race isn't such an easy task. It requires an enormous amount of demonic power. There should be quite a few demon crystals and demon ores hidden below," she speculated. "Even so, success isn't guaranteed, which is why they've gathered so many demon cultivators. It might not be for defense, but possibly to use these demon cultivators as sacrifices at the critical moment..."

Mo Baizhou's expression grew colder. This was a major reason why he disliked the demon race. These demon people acted too ruthlessly and heartlessly. To be able to be so cruel even to their own kind, directly using living people as sacrifices...

Those demon soldiers and generals didn't know about their tragic fate of becoming sacrifices, still loyally patrolling outside.

Mo Baizhou and Yan Wangxing saw Chu Sang suppress her usual frivolous manner, her brow showing rare seriousness. She was always extremely serious about important matters, never making mistakes. It inexplicably gave people... a sense of security.

They watched as she casually took out a sheet of paper and a spirit jade pen, sketching the general outline of the entire altar area.

Then, she closed her eyes, carefully sensing the flow of energy in the surroundings, while her hand continued to move on the paper, quickly sketching out the rune patterns of the formation buried underground.

As Mo Baizhou and Yan Wangxing watched, they became increasingly astonished.

The two of them didn't know much about formations, but their demon bloodline allowed them to more easily sense the flow of demonic energy. Yet she was a pure-blooded cultivator, able to grasp the flow of demonic energy so precisely, not deviating at all. Could it be... that she could actually find the formation's eye?

Yan Wangxing murmured, "Isn't she a sword cultivator? How can she also know formations?"

Mo Baizhou calmly said, "You're underestimating my Little Junior Sister too much."

"......" Yan Wangxing fell into an eerie silence upon hearing this, then his teeth began to ache.

When his treasury was raided earlier, all those formations left by previous Demon Lords were broken. He had thought there were outstanding formation masters among her group of cultivators, but thinking about it now, could it all have been her handiwork?

Half an incense stick's time later, Chu Sang exhaled a breath of turbid air and opened her eyes. A formation resembling a six-pointed star appeared on the paper.

The rune patterns within were intricate beyond measure, obscure and difficult to understand.

After simplifying it as much as possible, Mo Baizhou and Yan Wangxing could clearly see the six major directions the formation extended to.

"The Demon Lords are hidden here."