Quick Transmigration: Help, The Male Leads Are All Broken!

Su Tang ignored their curses and turned to look at Luo Fanchen. Luo Fanchen's cultivation was impressive; if he was detoxified, he would be a great help. He had already climbed up from the ground. Although he looked disheveled, his complexion had improved considerably. Seeing Su Tang looking over, he simply walked towards her.

"Thank you, Fairy Chuyue."

Su Tang replied, "You're welcome."

Luo Fanchen said, "This poison is vicious. Although I appear unharmed, my cultivation has been suppressed quite a bit."

This was expected, and Su Tang wasn't surprised.

However, the Qishan Sect Leader's complexion was still poor even after taking the bone powder.

"Meiniang, I only want to ask you one thing."

If something were to happen to the cultivation world today, he would be to blame. So, at this point, he had already risked his life and didn't plan on leaving alive. However, there was one thing he had to clarify.

The skeleton laughed. Its face, devoid of flesh and blood, showed no expression, but the mockery in its voice was evident. "Sect Leader Qi, you are truly too gullible. Did you think our encounter was truly by chance? If it weren't for Master intentionally sparing your life, you would have already perished in the wilderness."

Sect Leader Qi probably truly loved her. After hearing these words, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Su Tang felt a bit sorry for him and couldn't bear to look. Meanwhile, the skeleton began to emit a series of eerie laughs.

"Chuyue, do you think you can escape after killing me?"

Perhaps knowing that it wouldn't survive today, it decided to speak its mind rather than grovel.

Su Tang casually beckoned one of her disciples. "Hurry up. There are still many people who need to be saved. Oh, and remember to administer the antidote to those with higher cultivation first."

No one disagreed with this. After all, those with lower cultivation couldn't offer much help at the moment.

However, just as one problem was solved, another arose. From the large red dowry chests that had been placed in the courtyard, countless small scorpions suddenly swarmed out. Their poisonous stingers were raised high, gleaming coldly in the sunlight, making one's scalp tingle.

The skeleton had completely turned to dust and entered the cultivators' stomachs. The remaining prominent figures from the noble families, having lost their previous anger and curses, now cried out in panic.

"Quickly unlock these Binding Immortal Locks!"

Binding Immortal Locks were expensive. Ordinary sects only possessed a few, used only against powerful enemies. Yet, Su Tang, this ruthless person—no, it should be said, the ruthless Heavenly Sword Sect—had actually produced hundreds of them at once.

Su Tang stroked her chin. "Let's block them at the entrance and see if these scorpions will come over."

Upon hearing this, everyone followed Su Tang's instructions, regardless of whether it made sense.

However, the enemy was even more ruthless, treating their own people like pawns. None of the cultivators used to block the doorway could successfully stop the scorpions. If Su Tang hadn't had people pull them away, this group would have likely been buried by the scorpions.

Looking at the cold sweat on their foreheads, Su Tang clicked her tongue. "See? When it's time to abandon you, your master doesn't even blink."

Perhaps because the previous scene was too terrifying, the faces of these noble cultivators turned pale, and their expressions wavered.

Su Tang didn't speak further. Although she had managed to partially detoxify some people with the skeleton's remains, it wasn't a complete cure, and their abilities were limited. So, she took out her Qiankun Bag again.

The Heavenly Sword Sect disciples thought they were immune to shock after the previous display, but when they saw their Little Martial Aunt casually tossing out treasures as if they were worthless, their hearts ached.

"Little Martial Aunt, that's the Light-Swallowing Sword! Be gentle!"

"Ahh! Little Martial Aunt, the Nine-Tailed Purple Bell! Please handle with care!"

Finally, Su Tang found a box among these artifacts, carved with a phoenix totem. Phoenix fire could burn away all evil. Without hesitation, she opened the box.

Inside was a bead like a flame. Though small, its power was immense.

Indeed, the swarming scorpions were instantly immobilized.

Su Tang commanded, "Go."

At Su Tang's command, the flame bead immediately transformed into a phoenix. Wherever it passed, the scorpions were reduced to ashes. As for the few that escaped, they were swiftly eliminated by the others.

Although the scorpions had been dealt with, the person behind this wouldn't give up so easily. Just as she was thinking about how to turn the tables, she turned around and saw something was wrong with Mo Qinglan.

She approached him with concern. "Little Martial Nephew, what's wrong?"

Mo Qinglan stared blankly at the ashes of the scorpions. "When my Mo family was destroyed, these scorpions also appeared."

Su Tang was startled and quickly asked the system, "Is it really related to the previous Demon Lord?"

Mo Qinglan's father was the Demon Lord before the last one, but he later disappeared. The demonic path's massacre of the Mo family was to please the newly appointed Demon Lord. Unfortunately, this Demon Lord didn't live long before being slain by Chuyue.

The system replied, "I can't confirm yet. I need more evidence."

Su Tang: "…What good are you?!"

With the system unreliable, she could only focus on the noble families bound by the locks. Looking closely, she realized there were quite a few familiar faces.

Su Tang's first persona, Yun Qingchu, as the eldest daughter of the Yun family, naturally knew many families acquainted with the Yun family. Among these families bound by the Binding Immortal Locks, two had old ties with the Yun family.

Being acquainted with the Yun family naturally meant being acquainted with the Mo family.

Before Su Tang could speak, Mo Qinglan had already grabbed their collars. "Speak! Who sent you?!"

Mo Qinglan's eyes were bloodshot, and his entire being radiated fury.

Indeed, the reason he had slaughtered the entire Yun family was because after the Mo family's demise, the Yun family not only didn't offer help but repeatedly suppressed them and even sent assassins after him. He didn't understand why they wanted him dead, but he knew to strike first. Therefore, the first family he exterminated was the Yun family.

As for the remaining families, he wasn't without resentment, but he knew that the Mo family's tragic death was due to his own lack of ability. Although others were unwilling to help, at least they didn't kick them while they were down like the Yun family.

Back then, if it weren't for the Clown, he would have likely perished.

The image of the Clown in his mind became clearer. However, just then, he heard Little Martial Aunt's voice.

"Mo Qinglan, calm down!" She said, grabbing his hand.

Mo Qinglan, with bloodshot eyes, tightly gripped the person's collar, the force so strong that he tore their clothes.

These people deserved to die, but not now.

She didn't want the Heavenly Sword Sect's Chief Disciple to be known as a murderous maniac. Since Mo Qinglan had established a gentle and refined persona, he had to maintain it!

Su Tang's hands were cool. Upon contact, Mo Qinglan suddenly regained his senses.

He was thinking of the Clown, but reflected in his eyes was his worried Little Martial Aunt.

Su Tang said, "Martial Nephew, let go." Then, fearing he wouldn't release his grip, she added, "You have to trust Martial Aunt."

Trust her, just as he had trusted the Clown.

Every day, Mo Qinglan agonized over the question: Do I love my spoiled fiancée, the pockmarked Clown, or this mischievous Little Martial Aunt?

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