Marry the Demon Sect Girl with No Bride Price-Chapter 327 - 132: Ling’s Background

"Yun Xing, it’s so dark here; I’m scared."

"I’m scared too."

"Don’t be afraid; I’ll protect you!"

"But why did our parents chase us here? Was it because we did something wrong?"

In a dark and concealed space, a group of children huddled together in fear.

They were all children from Cloud Bamboo Mountain. After the bustling Cloud Bamboo Dance Festival, their parents suddenly locked them in this narrow space, only telling them to stay put and that someone would come to get them.

However, even after a long time, the children were still waiting for someone to pick them up.

The space was not spacious, filled with many treasures from Cloud Bamboo Mountain, and with so many children, it was very cramped.

Having stayed in this dark and oppressive place for so long, the children grew increasingly fearful, and girls like Yun Yan and Yun Yu couldn’t help but cry.

Yun Xing, the oldest and a boy, had to suppress his own fear and comfort the others.

At this moment, a beam of light shone in; the secret space’s door was opened from the outside, revealing a few familiar faces.

"Sister Yun Wu!"

"Sister Xiaolan!"

"Brother Qin!"

The children cheered and ran out of the secret space.

"I want to go back to find my parents!"

"I’m so hungry; I want to go home and eat!"

The children ran towards home but quickly stopped in front of a densely packed cemetery beneath the vast expanse of Cloud Bamboo.

Many of the children saw their parents’ names on the simple gravestones.

"Sister Yun Wu, what is this? Why are my parents’ names here?"

The innocent children asked in confusion.

Yun Wu, full of tears, knelt in front of the crowded graves.

"Children, bow to your parents."

Soon, the sorrowful cries echoed under the ten thousand Cloud Bamboo trees.

"I want my dad, I want my mom! Sob sob sob!"

"Sister Yun Wu is lying. My mom said she would take me out to play!"

"My dad isn’t dead; I don’t believe it! Sob sob!"

Yun Wu knelt with dozens of children in front of the rows of graves, her tears almost dried, her stunningly beautiful face deathly pale.

Behind her, Qin Gengyun, Niantang, Liu Su, Mo Xiaolan, and others silently bowed to the graves.

Ye Xiyue was trapped by an Imprisonment Array, still rolling, screaming, and convulsing on the ground.

Qin Gengyun said solemnly, "Yun Zhen was taken away by Spirit Corpse Mountain; we must go save her. As for Mo Sha, he carries the lives of thousands of innocents from Cloud Pattern Mountain and Cloud Bamboo Mountain; he must die!"

Mo Xiaolan said, "I’ll go with you."

Fang Xue and Si Minglan also said in unison, "And us."

Liu Su was about to speak, but Niantang said, "Susu, stay and watch over Ye Xiyue, and Xiaoxue, you stay too, help Yun Wu look after the children; the four of us will go."

"I want to go too!"

Yun Wu stood up, her exquisite face streaked with tears but full of determination.

"I want revenge; I want to personally kill Mo Sha!"

At this moment, the once innocent hothouse flower turned into a blood-stained Cloud Bamboo, her eyes reddened, filled with hate.

Qin Gengyun was silent for a moment, sighed, then nodded: "Alright!"

...

Hundreds of miles away.

Guarded by countless Spirit Corpses, a luxurious red-carved wooden carriage was being pulled forward by four black tigers.

Behind was a lush and verdant Bamboo Mountain; the Spirit Corpse Mountain’s group had long left Cloud Bamboo Mountain.

Three Golden Core Realm experts accompanied the wooden carriage, one of whom was the white-bearded elder Luo Yue who had escaped from the Relic.

A lean and tall man with a sallow complexion—injured by Yun Chen.

The other wore a gray robe, holding a Treasure Pagoda, also in the First-Layer of the Golden Core Realm.

The three occasionally glanced at the wooden carriage, shaking their heads slightly with puzzled and pitying expressions.

From inside the carriage, came frequent sounds of whipping and angry curses.

Slap slap slap!

"Wretch! I told you to act, and you didn’t! Yun Wu and all those beauties were almost in my hands, all because of you!!"

"You even forbade me to touch Yun Zhen! Who do you think you are?!"

"I’ll whip you to death today! Wretch!!"

Slap slap slap!

In the carriage, Ling knelt on the ground, Mo Sha wielding the God-piercing Whip designed specifically for torturing cultivators, lashing her fiercely.

The whip’s spikes pierced her fair skin, dragging out a spray of blood, cruel and severe.

The black robe Ling wore was shredded to pieces, the exposed flesh showing not a single part unmarred.

Blood continuously dripped inside the carriage, staining it red.

The carriage was large, and in the corner lay another person, unable to move but unable to hide her tall, alluring figure, her sharp short hair and striking features, exuding a fierce beauty.

It was Yun Zhen.

She had been captured by Luo Yue during the battle to defend Cloud Bamboo Mountain and was taken onto Mo Sha’s carriage.

Earlier, Mo Sha attempted to violate her, stopped by Ling, which infuriated Mo Sha, who then vented all his anger on Ling.

Seeing Ling covered in blood, Yun Zhen couldn’t help but shout at Mo Sha:

"You beast! If she hadn’t protected you, you would’ve been killed by us already!"

Ling waved her hand, an invisible slap landing on Yun Zhen’s face, speaking softly: "Do not disrespect the Young Master."

"You..."

Yun Zhen paused, yet saw that Mo Sha didn’t acknowledge it, continuing to whip Ling fiercely.

But Ling remained motionless, silently enduring his abuse.

Yun Zhen was stunned, wondering if this Ling was some kind of masochist?

The commotion inside the carriage was naturally not hidden from the three Golden Core Realm experts outside, who were also no saints, each with blood on their hands, but they had never done something so cruel as to humiliate a woman.

The tall, injured man whispered to the white-bearded elder:

"Elder Luo, Ling’s cultivation must not be low; why does she endure the Young Master’s abuse?"

The white-bearded elder glanced around, transmitting a message: "I heard she was raised by the Mountain Master since childhood, her life sold to him; whatever he says, she does."

The man holding the Treasure Pagoda said: "So Ling is a slave arranged by the Mountain Master for his Young Master?"

"It’s not unusual for a master to beat a slave, but for Ling, with her talent, to reach the Golden Core so young yet suffer such humiliation is truly unfortunate."

"I’m a bit perplexed, the Young Master is so lustful, and Ling is his slave; why does he only beat her and never commit other acts?"

"Haven’t you noticed she’s always wearing a mask? Maybe she’s hideously ugly, so the Young Master doesn’t fancy her."

As the three spoke, the white-bearded elder’s expression suddenly changed, and the other two turned to look behind:

"Such intense killing intent!"

Inside the carriage, Ling suddenly raised her hand, grabbing Mo Sha’s incoming God-piercing Whip. Mo Sha shouted in anger:

"Wretched slave, how dare you resist?!"

The whip’s spikes pierced her palm, blood dripping, yet she seemed unaware, slowly standing and looking towards the rear:

"They have caught up."

"What?" Mo Sha was stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily:

"I wasn’t looking for them, and they dared to chase after us? Fine, I’ll capture them and have my fun!"

Ling said, "Young Master, let Elder Luo and the others hold them off while I take you away."

Mo Sha kicked her in the chest, knocking her down: "Wretched slave, can’t you understand what I’m saying? I want to capture them all! If you don’t act this time, I’ll tell my father; you know his methods, right?"

The calm Ling trembled, silent for a long time, persisted in her request:

"Young Master, let me protect you and leave first."

"Bitch!" Mo Sha raised the God-piercing Whip to lash her again when a strange sound came from behind.

It was as if the rising sun illuminated the earth, but the sunlight was intensely fervent, emitting a thunderous roar, like a blazing giant sphere of the sun rolling over the ground with a rumbling sound.

"What is that?"

Mo Sha lifted the curtain, looking back, his face changed instantly.