Those years, those jokes, those scum

Chapter 343: Immortals and Demons Go Against the Odds, Geniuses Never Die 47

Wars never start suddenly; every war is the result of a long-planned plan.

This was once a paradise village, but now it is filled with fire and noise.

Leng Nuan stood atop the hall, quietly observing the group of people rapidly approaching from the foot of the mountain. These 284 people ranged in height, stature, and stature, each wielding a subtly different weapon. Their only commonality was their uniform black-gray cloaks and a chest emblem depicting two crossed swords emblazoned with the character "妖."

Qin Shuangjiang appeared out of thin air and stood beside Leng Nuan. She looked at the dark crowd of figures and said to the people around her with a smile, "He is indeed a demon hunter."

Her unintentional probing wasn't about doubting Leng Nuan's rebellion at this moment. She was simply curious about how Leng Nuan would deal with these demon hunters at this critical juncture. After all, although demon hunters rarely traveled in the martial arts world, they still had strong relationships with the major sects.

"They came in so smoothly." It was so smooth that it was as if there was no defense along the way.

To reduce the damage rate, Qin Shuangjiang had planned to minimize casualties. Therefore, the guards at the checkpoints along the route were carefully selected. Originally, according to the plan, they would relax this aspect to allow the enemy to infiltrate.

The person assigned to guard the gate was considered upper-middle class among the demon race. Even if they encountered a master, their chance of escape was at least 50%. It was impossible for them to not make a sound.

"There are two possibilities. One is that they rebelled, and the other is that they were simply wiped out."

Listening to Leng Nuan's speculation, Qin Shuangjiang once again turned his gaze to the group of people in robes.

After waiting for two or three seconds, her amber eyes turned purple. After another blink, her eyes returned to their previous state, and her face looked a little cold.

Among this group, the strongest were only of the upper class. For such a ragtag bunch to dare attack the Delusion Mist Forest, they were either overestimating their own capabilities, or there was a truly powerful individual hidden among them. She was leaning towards the latter.

"Young Master, Master Lengmen, everything is ready." A mist drifted by, and Zhuohua reported to the two with his head slightly lowered.

"Proceed as planned." Leng Nuan turned around and prepared to leave without saying a word.

Qin Shuangjiang grabbed her, her eyes soft as water, filled with reluctance and hesitation. Finally, she moved her lips, and among thousands of words, she only said one: "Be careful."

Leng Nuan patted her hand and said with a smile, "I'll come find you when I'm done." Her tone was as relaxed as if she was saying, "I'll go have a cup of tea and be back." After that, she quickly ran down the mountain.

Looking at her empty hands, Qin Shuangjiang felt a sense of suffocation in her heart. She sighed softly, looked towards the other hall with a complicated expression, and said, "Let's go."

I wonder what her aunt Wan, who advocates peace and longs for a world where demons and humans can live together, is thinking right now?

"Is it okay for you to let her fight the enemy alone? Isn't her injury not healed yet?" When several people stood in front of the door of Qin Wanxin's Yueji Palace, Lingzhi, who had met with Qin Shuangjiang, asked a little worriedly.

Hearing this, Qin Shuangjiang, who was walking in front, paused, and his resolute expression suddenly became strange.

"Why, what's wrong? Then should I send someone to call her back?"

Lingzhi understood that the real owner was more concerned about Leng Nuan's safety than she was. The fact that she was allowed to participate was certainly a matter of careful consideration. However, after all their time together, this was the first time Lingzhi had seen Qin Shuangjiang react like this. This made her worry grow.

As a demon with moral principles, she was very principled. Moreover, in hundreds of years, this was the first time she'd encountered such a reasonable human who suited her taste. If anything happened to Leng Nuan, she'd be very reluctant to see him go. This was probably what they called "mutual sympathy."

The more Lingzhi thought about it, the more she felt that this was the case, and she was about to give him some advice.

All I heard was Qin Shuangjiang speaking in a helpless and slightly trembling voice.

"You have no idea of ​​her horror."