Chapter Forty-Four: The Villain's Wicked Deeds Stir Wrath

“Young master, it is best that you think this way! Such treacherous beings often conceal unimaginable and dreadful consequences.” Fox Enchantress’s face was full of relief, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from her heart.

“Yes, I understand.” Lin Chen nodded firmly, then continued, “I plan to make a trip to Nanyang City. During this time, I’ll need you to protect them diligently.”

Upon hearing this, Fox Enchantress’s pretty face fell with disappointment, and she coquettishly chided, “Poor me, isn’t there even a moment for me to be alone with you, young master?”

Suddenly, Li Er dashed in hurriedly, tumbling over as he ran.

At the same time, he shouted at the top of his lungs, “Something’s wrong, something’s wrong… Little Bao Ping is fighting with an old man!”

Lin Chen’s eyes snapped wide open in alarm. “Where? Take me there quickly.”

He knew well that Li Bao Ping had now attained the second realm of cultivation; ordinary people were no match for her.

Anyone who could fight her to a standstill had to be a cultivator without a doubt.

Panting heavily, Li Er led Lin Chen in a swift dash to the scene, where they found Little Bao Ping pinned down by that hateful old man, who was shamelessly attempting an unspeakable act.

Little Bao Ping struggled desperately, tears streaming from her eyes, but against this vile old man, she was powerless.

Seeing this, Lin Chen felt a surge of fury erupt from his core. Little Bao Ping was but a seven-year-old child.

How could this man, well past fifty, be so utterly depraved, committing such an atrocious act that defied both heaven and humanity?

“You beastly dog, die!” Lin Chen roared, delivering a fierce kick that sent the old man flying.

He gently lifted Little Bao Ping, whispering comfort, “It’s all right now, brother’s here. Don’t be afraid.”

The child sobbed uncontrollably, throwing herself into his arms, her trousers forgotten.

Lin Chen quickly closed his eyes and helped her dress properly. His eyes blazed with fury as he prepared to deal with the old man.

Suddenly, a chilling wind swept through. Fox Enchantress moved first. The old man, a seventh realm cultivator, trembled violently, unable to stand, snarling in stammering rage, “Who’s hiding behind a mask? If you have the guts, come out and fight!”

“Pervert! Today is your death day.” Fox Enchantress’s eyes glowed blood red, her fury seeming ready to devour him alive.

In an instant, black clouds rolled across the sky, winds howled, and thunderous dragon-shaped bolts of lightning writhed overhead.

Boom! Boom! The deafening, earth-shaking sounds echoed throughout Qinghe Town.

Inside the Peach Blossom Temple, Liu Ruohan suddenly opened her eyes wide and exclaimed, “Such powerful demonic energy!”

Without hesitation, she summoned two disciples and hurriedly instructed, “Go quickly and investigate. Qinghe Town suddenly harboring demons without reason could mean great trouble.”

At the same time, sanctuaries and sects across the region—the Rumguang Holy Land in Jinzhou City, the Heluan Sect in Baiyun Town, the Supervisory Institute in Jinxiucheng, and others—sent envoys to investigate.

Except for the Northern Desert’s Falling Clothes Valley, all places took it seriously. After all, humans, demons, and monsters have long been at war, locked in relentless conflict.

The sudden emergence of such powerful monsters on human territory could not be ignored.

Fox Enchantress, meanwhile, was blinded by rage, heedless of everything else.

“Monster… monster… you are a monster,” the old man stammered in terror, his face pale as he retreated step by step, muttering fearfully.

Crash!

A bolt of lightning, shaped like a dragon, struck him directly, scorching him black and burning his clothes to ashes.

His agonized screams pierced the sky as he coughed up blood, clinging to his last breath.

Yet Fox Enchantress was relentless. With a gentle wave of her jade hand, another lightning dragon descended, carrying with it the power to annihilate all.

Blood splattered, flesh and bone were torn apart; the body was shredded beyond recognition.

Nearby, Li Er fainted, eyes rolling back from shock, while Little Bao Ping trembled pale in Lin Chen’s embrace.

Clearly terrified, she buried her head deep into his chest, unable to witness the bloody scene.

“It’s over now. It’s gone.” Lin Chen gently stroked her hair, soothing her with a soft voice.

Indeed, the old man’s flesh and blood had been reduced to dust, scattered in the wind by Fox Enchantress’s relentless onslaught.

Just as they prepared to leave, a dark crowd surged over from a distance.

Each person glared fiercely at Fox Enchantress. One stepped forward, shouting, “Fox demon! Why don’t you stay quietly in the demon realm? What are you doing here?”

Lin Chen turned to see many familiar faces: Yan Ruyu, Xie Mengmeng, Fu Rongcheng, Xue Chan, and others.

At the same time, three silent disciples from the Peach Blossom Temple stood apart, having arrived earliest. Once they understood the situation, they only watched silently from the sidelines.

Lin Chen scanned the crowd, his gaze lingering on Su Xiangling’s face. His nose tingled, eyes moistening; a complex wave of emotions welled up, leaving him at a loss for words.

At that moment, he seemed to see the sister who had once walked beside him for many years had returned—though sadly, everything had changed.

Su Xiangling’s eyes were covered by a long red cloth. Sensing Lin Chen’s scrutiny, she instinctively turned her head away.

Neither spoke. He had long known there was no perfect reunion—only willing hearts.

Lin Chen yearned to rush forward and thank this familiar yet distant senior sister, but now was clearly not the time, as a crowd already filled the space above.

“Esteemed immortals, please rest assured! I have no intention of harming the innocent,” Fox Enchantress said humbly, her voice trembling.

“Hmph! Nonsense! You’ve already killed someone—that is no innocence,” an old man with a goatee scowled angrily, blowing on his beard.

“Exactly. A demon is a demon. Elders, don’t waste words on her—just kill her and be done with it,” Fu Rongcheng said as he fanned himself in the cold wind.

Fu Rongcheng had long suspected Lin Chen was allied with this demon and saw this as the perfect opportunity to eliminate them both, killing two birds with one stone.