The people in the bamboo forest obviously did not realize they had stepped into someone else's world. They seemed to be hesitating, wondering if they should attack Nan Lingsha now that there was an extra person beside her.
Zhu Minglang's way of dealing with the situation was different.
How could he wait for them to make a move? They must have eaten a bear's heart and leopard's guts to even dare to provoke his own people. He wanted to see which blind person it was!
"Even if there's a huge destruction in the Painting Forest, it won't affect the school, right?" Zhu Minglang purposely asked.
Nan Lingsha nodded.
Zhu Minglang rubbed his palms together and jumped down from the platform.
Zhu Minglang's eyes slowly emitted a crimson glow as he walked toward the sneaky figures.
"Who are you?" a man with a headscarf asked in the forest.
The man's headscarf had the pattern of a rat, giving him a sinister aura. Even the man was shrouded in a dark aura.
He had to admit that they were quite good at hiding themselves. Zhu Minglang and Nan Lingsha did not notice their presence when they were chatting at the start.
"Rat Scorn Temple?" Zhu Minglang quickly recognized the faction when he saw the man's headscarf.
"Since you know it's us, why aren't you handing over the Cultivation Fruit? You know how our temple does things, so you shouldn't provoke us. Do you believe I won't ask my subordinates to slaughter all the students in this school and sell all the female students to brothels!?" the man with the rat-patterned headscarf said.
"You guys have done a lot of things like this. With such a notorious reputation, how did the people in charge of Li Chuan allow you to roam around this land?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"Cut the crap, while I still have some patience, hurry up and ask that veiled bitch to hand over the Cultivation Fruit …" the man with the rat-patterned headscarf said angrily, pointing at Nan Lingsha on the platform.
Zhu Minglang frowned, and with a thought, a sharp cold blade cut through the bamboo forest, like an inconspicuous cold wind. But very quickly, those tall bamboos were cut neatly in half.
"Humph, who are you trying to scare, is that all you've got …"
"Boss, your hand!"
The man with the rat-patterned headscarf looked down and realized that his hand had disappeared without him noticing!
An intact palm fell to the ground. The wrist of the man with the rat-patterned headscarf had been cut open like a bamboo. It took a few seconds for blood to spurt out from the wound.
"My hand! My hand!! "
At this moment, the man with the rat-patterned headscarf screamed in horror. Pain crawled up his dark face.
"Be a good person in your next life," Zhu Minglang said coldly.
Just as he finished speaking, a dark red sword flashed through the bamboo forest. There was no sword shadow, no sword edge, but the entire lush bamboo forest fell backwards. The extremely resilient bamboo was directly crushed to the point of snapping!!
The Qi was like a landslide. Before the people from the Rat Scorpion Temple could react, they were lifted into the air by the invisible sword energy. Their bodies were continuously torn apart in the air, and blood splattered everywhere!
Zhu Minglang did not show any mercy. The Rat Scorpion Temple was a group of trash that could not even compare to the Demon Sect. Furthermore, they dared to threaten him with the academy. They had violated Zhu Minglang's bottom line!
The bamboo forest was in a mess. The four people from the Rat Scorpion Temple were left with a pile of corpses. The man with the rat-patterned headscarf who had lost half of his body was paralyzed on the ground like a pile of mud. He looked at Zhu Minglang in pain and malevolence. His entire body was dark like a sinister rat!
"You've provoked us … You'll all be buried with us. Our temple, our temple …" The man with the rat-patterned headscarf did not even have time to spit out his last words before he breathed his last.
These people had the strength of a Monarch. However, in front of the current Zhu Minglang, they were indeed like a group of rats that could be easily trampled to death.
As for their temple, it was indeed an existence that many righteous sects did not dare to provoke.
It was not because of how terrifying their strength was, but because of their methods of revenge. They were insidious and vicious. As long as it was something that could disgust people, they would spare no effort to do it. There was once a master-level figure who was tortured to death by the people of the Rat Scorpion Temple.
Zhu Minglang naturally knew of their 'heroic deeds'. However, was he, Zhu Minglang, someone who could be easily provoked?
… …
After dealing with these trash, Zhu Minglang returned to the high platform.
Those crooked bamboos slowly melted at this moment, turning into drops of thick ink.
The steps under his feet and the high platform in front of him all strangely turned into fine lines at this moment. The contrast between the black background and the different shades of color quietly dispersed like smoke, turning into a hazy ink mist …
The ink mist dispersed. Zhu Minglang heard the chirping of birds and saw the crisp bamboo leaves, as well as the swaying shadows of bamboos. Not far away, a few male and female students were laughing as they walked past. A huge dragon spread its wings and soared. Even further away, the sound of a waterfall falling into the water could be heard.
Zhu Minglang felt as if he had just woken up from a dream. No matter how realistic the forest in the painting was, it still lacked true vitality. However, it was very easy for people to overlook these details when they were in the painting, causing them to completely lose themselves in the painting.
The bamboo forest was still lush and green. The gentle breeze carried the fragrance of flowers. The bloodstains of the Rat Scorpion Temple did not taint this tranquil bamboo forest at all.
Nan Lingsha crumpled the rice paper in front of her into a ball and casually threw it into the basket. One could see that the thin rice paper was dyed red, as bright as paint.
"The Rat Scorpion Temple was ordered by someone. They have been loitering around the school for some time," said Nan Lingsha.
"What cultivation fruit? Is it important?" asked Zhu Minglang.
"To consolidate one's cultivation at the King level."
"You broke through to the King level?" Zhu Minglang looked at Nan Lingsha in surprise.
"There is no such thing as a breakthrough. Once one's cultivation level accumulates enough, they will naturally reach the next level," said Nan Lingsha calmly.
"…"
Zhu Minglang recalled what Zhu Xuehen had said to him.
It seemed that his wives were indeed gifted!
"What did Li Yunzi tell you about the Dragon Gate?" asked Nan Lingsha.
"She is also in the exploration stage." Zhu Minglang roughly explained.
"Oh, so she didn't tell you …" Nan Lingsha's tone was cold with a hint of mockery.
"Tell me what?" Zhu Minglang did not understand.
"If the Dragon Gate is a test for the world, what are the consequences of failure? Have you thought about it?" asked Nan Lingsha.
If a living being failed to ascend, they could be destroyed.
What if the world failed to ascend?
"The world we live in will also be destroyed?" Zhu Minglang asked in shock.
Nan Lingsha shook her head.
She took out a brush and randomly drew the stars, the moon, and the sun on a new piece of rice paper.
After a while, she said calmly, "What is more terrifying than destruction is the destruction and torture of time."
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