Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 463 - 308: Tracking_2

If Su Jie were exposed, Secret Realm Elders would come in droves to gang up on him within minutes.

Su Jie further slowed his pace. Originally, the Thousand-Handed Centipede could fly faster than the speed of sound, but that would create too much noise.

In the end, he only flew slowly, almost gliding.

This also caused Su Jie to spend more time. Throughout the night, after passing through layers of Righteous Sect's defense zones, Su Jie finally saw the Array Eye of the Hundred Rivers Covering Array.

It was a gigantic lake that covered thousands of square kilometers, stretching over a hundred kilometers from north to south and averaging a dozen kilometers from east to west, with the widest point reaching more than fifty kilometers.

From above, the lake shimmered like a flawless emerald.

With a gentle breeze, the surface sparkled with silver light, fish leaped out, and the reflection of a star-filled sky in the water made it seem like a dreamlike illusion.

In the middle of this lake stood a towering spire over five hundred meters tall, like a stabilizer standing on the lake surface.

The tower was constructed from countless precious spiritual materials; its value was astronomical.

Above the tower were hundreds of levels, each occupied by an Array Master. These Array Masters were key to the success of the Great Taoist Formation, precisely the Hundred Rivers Covering Sea Array that Su Jie had been seeking.

"Rao Yang Lake! So the great array is placed here."

Su Jie's eyes gleamed. Rao Yang Lake was the largest lake in Qingzhou. Su Jie was well-versed in geography and couldn't possibly fail to recognize this massive lake, which was actually over a thousand kilometers beyond Ghost Ridge Palace.

But for a Taoist Level Array, distance was no obstacle at all.

Su Jie squinted his eyes. Around this Great Taoist Formation, there were no disciples, but Su Jie's intuition told him there was a formidable defensive force beneath the water surface.

"I hope the tracking powder is really effective."

Su Jie did not act rashly; instead, he hoped even more that the tracking powder would work to bring assistance.

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An Yue City.

An Yue City was a large city located at the junction of Qing Province, Jingzhou, and Qingzhou, with canals passing through it and at a strategic traffic route, making it extremely commercial.

However, the most famous aspect of An Yue City was not its trade, but its flower boats.

As the lights just came on and night had just fallen, on the canals, one flower boat after another lit red candles, raised their curtains, played enticing music, and attracted wealthy merchants and high-ranking officials, not only from An Yue City but many who came for its reputation.

On these flower boats, numerous young women dressed to attract entertained the guests, their moans occasionally heard throughout the boat.

Among these many flower boats, the most famous was one named Purple Garden.

The women here were exquisite in music, chess, literature, painting, and dancing, surpassingly beautiful, and utterly different from the coarse and vulgar women on other boats. They were more reserved and elegant, not displaying such indecent acts openly.

Because of this unique approach, Purple Garden's flower boat attracted officials and nobility from various regions.

Even members of the imperial family visited, with some spending a fortune just for a smile from these beauties.

Especially within the Purple Garden, there were the Four Great Courtesans, each a paragon of both beauty and talent, famous across the Three Continents, with even the Capital buzzing with their renown.

At that moment, three courtesans were performing inside the brothel.

A woman in green held a guzheng, her delicate and slender figure as fair as goosebumps, her hands moving over the strings, showing her pale, jade-like skin against the green tides, playing enchanting melodies.

A woman in purple stood gracefully on the stage, lips red as cherry, eyebrows painted like ink, her soft pink lips slightly parted as she sang a lilting tune that was incredibly sweet and clear, leaving listeners indescribably comforted.

Another woman, slender with long hair draped over her shoulders, secured by a pink ribbon, wearing white, danced and leaped with a misty grace, truly appearing not of this world. Beneath her veil was a face not older than seventeen or eighteen, her skin whiter than snow, incomparably beautiful.

Beneath these courtesans, the observing dignitaries were flushed with excited, abnormal fanaticism in their eyes, continuously tossing silver notes, jade pendants, and gold ornaments onto the stage, all for a returning smile from the beauties.

Amidst the bustle, several men brandishing long swords and clad in green robes with cap crowns stormed in, their eyebrows sharp as blades.

"Bold enchantress, daring to deceive with your bewitching technique, today we of the Thousand Sword Sect have come to eradicate this evil. All unrelated, leave quickly."

With a resounding shout from the men, the entire place was shaken.

The Thousand Sword Sect is a righteous sect from Qing Province, known for its disciples' proficiency in wielding Flying Swords.

The officials and nobles who were enjoying the performances were initially startled, their eyes clearing momentarily.

But in the next instant, pink petals drifted in from nowhere, and the faces of these officials and nobles twisted manically as they charged at the disciples who clearly belonged to the righteous sect.

"Who are these fellows? Do you know who I am, daring to disturb my pleasure?"

"I'm a chief of a thousand households from An Yue City, are you blind? Guards, seize them and throw them into the dungeon!"

"Just now, Miss Mudan smiled at me, and you dare to come here and spoil my fun; I'll make sure you can't stay in An Yue City."

Blinded by anger, the group of officials and nobles hurled shoes, fruits, and wine bottles.

The disciples from the Thousand Sword Sect were skilled enough to avoid being hit, but such behavior infuriated them.

Their Flying Swords spun up smoothly, whirling and swooping around the room, their breaking the air with a whoosh as the heads of the most foul-mouthed officials soared into the air, severed by the Flying Swords.

Sprays of fresh blood splattered around, and the officials and wealthy young masters, drenched in blood, woke up as if from a dream, their faces pale, emitting terrified shrieks. They staggered back chaotically and swarmed to flee outside the brothel.

Meanwhile, on stage, the Three Great Courtesans seemed completely unaware, continuously playing music and dancing, disregarding the disciples of the Thousand Sword Sect.

"Enchantress, meet your death."

The Flying Swords turned sharply, shooting through the air toward the stage in an attempt to decapitate the three women.

"Young master, don't be so vicious; I'm scared."

The courtesan playing the guzheng smiled radiantly, strumming the strings, sending out vibrating sound waves.

The Flying Swords were knocked back, and the men spat fresh blood, their faces in disbelief.

"Just you few junior disciples, didn't your master teach you? When walking in the Jianghu, mind your own business and don't meddle unnecessarily."

The courtesan who was singing also stopped, looking at the disciples from the Thousand Sword Sect with a dangerous smile.

Her clove-small tongue flicked out like a snake's, stretching several meters long, wrapping around and dragging a disciple from the Thousand Sword Sect toward her.

This disciple struggled futilely, only able to watch helplessly as he was pulled closer and closer.

Eventually, the disciple was brought before the singing courtesan, who looked at him tenderly with peach blossom eyes, then pressed her red lips to his, her tongue invading his mouth.

What seemed like a sultry scene was actually brutal, as her tongue not only entered his mouth but also went down his throat, stirring his internal organs.

Visibly, the disciple's skin shriveled, turning into dry husks as if all moisture was being sucked out, his bodily essence rapidly absorbed, ending up as a desiccated corpse not weighing more than ten pounds.

Until death, the disciple's eyes bulged out, still filled with extreme terror.

The remaining disciples of the Thousand Sword Sect, upon witnessing this, turned pale; their prior righteousness consumed by shock and hysteria.

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"We're in trouble; these enchantresses are too powerful. There's been a mistake; we must retreat and alert the elders."

Even the fools among the disciples knew they were facing a power far beyond their own, turning to flee, but by then, it was already too late.

"Really, Sister Ye, you've scared them. We should've teased these young heroes more gently; it's not nice to play so rough and kill them outright!"

The dancing courtesan giggled coyly, moving her body and appearing instantly in front of the fleeing disciples, blocking their way.