131: Chapter 131 Returning Home with a Full Load of Goods, the Maid is Shocked

Zhao Ruoan's figure flickered as he returned to the outside valley.

He looked up to determine the time and direction, whispering to himself, "It is time to go back."

As his voice fell, his figure transformed into a stream of light, speeding toward the rendezvous point agreed upon with Qiuyin and Xiamo.

"I wonder if those two maids were frightened by the commotion just now."

Deep within the dense forest, Qiuyin and Xiamo were anxiously waiting, sitting and standing uneasily.

That heaven-shaking thunderstorm battle had ended several hours ago, and the energy storms among the mountain range were gradually subsiding, yet Zhao Ruoan had not returned.

"Sister Qiuyin, Young Master he... he won't be in trouble, right?"

Xiamo's small face was pale, her eyes filled with worry, and her voice carried a clear sob, her mind having already conjured countless perilous endings.

"He won't!"

Qiuyin's heart was also filled with apprehension, but she still forced herself to remain calm, gritting her teeth to comfort her, "Young Master possesses boundless Divine Abilities and will surely be safe and sound! We just need to wait in peace."

Despite saying this, she tightly gripped her sword hilt, her palms covered in cold sweat, her mind already tense to the absolute limit.

Just as the two of them were finding each day like a year and filled with anxiety, a familiar teasing voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Why, do you have so little confidence in me?"

The two maids stiffened all over and abruptly turned their heads back.

They saw Zhao Ruoan standing under a large tree, his clothes immaculate, his aura steady and gentle, and his expression leisurely, showing not a shred of the disheveled appearance of someone who had just been through a deadly battle.

"Young Master!"

"Young Master, you are back!"

The two women were stunned at first, followed by an extreme surge of pleasant surprise.

Xiamo's eyes suddenly reddened, and she couldn't wait to step forward to embrace him, but she suddenly stopped three steps away, awkwardly stamping her feet repeatedly, both joyful and fearful.

"Wuwu... Young Master, you scared me to death! I thought... I thought something had happened to you..."

"Did you think I was struck by lightning?" Zhao Ruoan smiled and bantered.

"Bah, bah, bah! Young Master is not allowed to say such inauspicious words!" Xiamo hurriedly waved her hands.

Qiuyin let out a long sigh of relief, all the tense strength in her body dissipating as the heavy stone in her heart crashed to the ground. She quickly stepped forward, respectfully bowing, her eyes filled with inquiry and curiosity.

"Young Master, it is good that you are fine. That battle over there... has it already ended?"

"Mm, it is all resolved."

Zhao Ruoan's tone was understatement itself, as if he had merely returned from an ordinary stroll.

"Everyone from the Blood Fiend Sect has been executed, and that young Sect Master, Li Jiuyou, was also casually slain by me."

The air instantly fell dead silent.

Qiuyin and Xiamo were dumbfounded, their eyes wide open and mouths slightly agape, freezing in place on the spot with blank minds.

Resolved? All executed? Casually killed a Prodigy?

The ending they had anticipated was at most Zhao Ruoan thwarting the enemy's plan, severely injuring powerful foes, and calmly retreating.

Yet no one had expected that the Young Master would single-handedly wipe out this elite force of the Demonic Path directly!

That was a main squad of the Blood Fiend Sect led by a Divine Soul Realm Prodigy, overseen by several Golden Core old demons, and comprising dozens of Foundation Establishment elites!

It was actually wiped out by the Young Master alone with a casual wave!

"Y-Young Master... You... You aren't joking, are you?" Xiamo stammered, still finding it hard to believe.

"When have I ever joked about such a thing."

Zhao Ruoan spread his hands and raised his hand to take out an archaic Storage Ring, which was precisely Li Jiuyou's relic.

"Here, this is that Li Jiuyou's Storage Ring. There are quite a few resources inside; we can distribute them when we get back."

Having said that, as if remembering something, he poured out a pile of jars and cans and various glowing Magic Treasures from the ring.

"These are the relics of the remaining few Golden Core old demons. Their quality is average, but better than nothing."

Numerous Magic Treasures and Medicinal Pills scattered all over the ground, overflowing with treasured light and drifting with medicinal fragrance. Any single one of them was a supreme treasure fiercely contested by Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

Qiuyin and Xiamo completely petrified. Looking at the treasures all over the ground, and then looking at Zhao Ruoan, who wore an expression of disdain and viewed them as garbage, their worldview suffered an unprecedented shock.

Only at this moment did they truly understand just how terrifying their Young Master's strength had reached.

Prodigies of the same realm and Golden Core mighty figures were vulnerable before him; supreme treasures that others dreamed of were merely ordinary sundries to him.

The thought they previously held in their hearts of chasing after the Young Master and becoming his right-hand assistants instantly shattered.

The gap between them and Zhao Ruoan was never something that hard work could make up for, but rather an unbridgeable chasm!

After the extreme sense of powerlessness, what surged into their hearts was thick adoration and gratitude.

Being able to follow such an unfathomable figure was the greatest Opportunity of their lives.

"Stop daydreaming, pack up the things."

Looking at their dazed appearances, Zhao Ruoan spoke softly.

"Oh! Yes!"

Qiuyin snapped out of her daze and hurriedly squatted down to pack up the spoils of war, her fingertips still trembling slightly.

Xiamo raised her eyes to look at Zhao Ruoan, her eyes full of starlight and overflowing with adoration.

Such an invincible and effortless posture was even more majestic than the Heavenly Gods descending to the Mortal world in storybooks!

"There are still some loose ends that have not been dealt with."

Zhao Ruoan raised his eyes to look in the direction of the ring-shaped valley, a flash of coldness sweeping across the depths of his eyes.

"Let's go, to clean up the remaining garbage."

Just now, the thunderstorm raged, and although most of the Blood Fiend Sect members were slain, there were still fish that slipped through the net hiding and fleeing.

What made his mind even more unsettled were the hundreds of innocent Mortals who had suffered a tragic blood sacrifice here.

He was not a pedantic Saint, yet he could not turn a blind eye to such a tragic and inhuman slaughter.

Those who kill must pay with their lives; the innocent deceased deserve to rest in peace.

The three of them arrived at the ring-shaped valley in a flash.

This place had long since been reduced to scorched earth, with the huge thunder craters shocking to the eye, and the air filled with a pungent and foul odor intertwined with blood and burnt smells.

A few surviving remnants of the Blood Fiend Sect Disciples were just about to take the Opportunity to flee. Seeing Zhao Ruoan and the other two appear, they were startled at first, and then revealed lewd and ferocious grins.

"Where did this pretty boy and little chicks come from? Just right to stay behind and let us lords vent our fire!"

A one-armed Demonic Cultivator laughed wildly, simply taking the three of them for ordinary Cultivators who had strayed into this place.

Zhao Ruoan's gaze was ice-cold, too lazy to say another word.

He raised his hand slightly.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Several formless Sword Qis arrived instantly upon casting, reaching the ultimate speed.

The voices of the frantically clamoring Demonic Cultivators abruptly stopped, their heads shooting up into the sky, pillars of blood gushing forth as their headless corpses crashed heavily to the ground, dying instantly.

Zhao Ruoan's Divine Sense fully unfolded, shrouding the entire valley and locking onto every hidden and fleeing Blood Fiend Sect remnant one by one.

Within the time it takes to burn half an incense stick, all the fish that slipped through the net were executed by him across the air, and within the valley, there was not a single living person left.

Having purged all enemies, Zhao Ruoan walked slowly to the open space where the Mortal corpses were piled.

Over a hundred corpses lay helter-skelter in pools of blood, their deaths miserable and shocking to behold.

Xiamo felt her stomach churn at the sight, unable to help turning aside to retch; Qiuyin's face was also pale, unable to bear looking straight at it.

Zhao Ruoan's expression was calm, devoid of sorrow or joy.

With a wave of his hand, gentle and profound Earth-attribute Qi surged, causing the ground to roll and bulge on its own, forming a massive deep pit.

Waving his sleeve with a gust of wind, a formless power lifted the corpses of all the deceased, slowly lowering them into the deep pit.

Earth and stones closed together to bury the grave mound, and a large wordless grave quietly took shape.

He had no way of knowing the names of these Mortals, so he could only erect a wordless stone tablet as a modest comfort to allow the deceased to rest in peace.

Standing quietly for a moment, he turned around and spoke, "Let's go."

"Young Master..." Qiuyin stopped herself, wanting to say more.

She increasingly failed to understand her Young Master. When decisive in slaughter and slaying countless enemies, he was as cold as ice and merciless; when gathering the deceased and showing compassion for the common people, he was full of compassion, gentle, and utterly sincere.

Such extreme contradictory traits made him increasingly mysterious and even more convincing and admirable from the heart.

Zhao Ruoan did not explain, raising his eyes to gaze far into the direction where the Qingxuan Sect was located, his gaze deep and a hidden chill lurking in the depths of his eyes.

The matter of the Black Wind Mountain Range had already been completely concluded.

Next was to settle accounts within the Sect and ferret out that rat hiding in the dark.

"Return home."

"Catch the internal traitor."

As his voice fell, he took the two maids and transformed into a stream of light, piercing through the air and vanishing in the blink of an eye at the edge of the horizon.