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Chapter 1774: Chapter 1773: Fool

“Passing through, I really didn’t see any of your secrets.” Tong Sanlang hurriedly explained, feeling more wronged than Douer.

“What are you explaining for?” Bei Yun clicked his tongue upon hearing this, then turned to the veiled saintess across from them and grinned, “Your Erber cult is way too domineering, huh? Killing even a passerby—you’ve got some shady business going on, don’t you?”

He was already pretty domineering himself, but now he’d come across someone even more overbearing, and it had successfully piqued his curiosity.

Bei Yun was always driven by curiosity; otherwise, he wouldn’t have taken a sting from that giant bug back then. He’d already been intrigued by the mysterious Erber cult, and now with this saintess acting all sneaky, she’d given him the perfect excuse to dig deeper.

Tong Sanlang knew exactly what Bei Yun was up to when he heard this—turning something minor into a major incident. He gave Bei Yun an annoyed glare and remarked, “Stop stirring trouble.”

“Who’s stirring trouble? I’m standing up for you, okay?” Bei Yun shot back with his own glare, then turned his smiling face back toward the saintess. “If you don’t start talking, I’ll have to make a move!”

“Action beats idle talk.” That was always Bei Yun’s motto. With that said, his figure vanished like a ghost as he hurled himself toward the other side.

Tong Sanlang couldn’t help but curse inwardly when he saw this. Bei Yun clearly intended to wipe out the henchmen and capture the saintess alive for interrogation. Since he was in league with Bei Yun, and since the cult’s people were being so unreasonable, there was no choice but to align with Bei Yun this time.

As the saying goes, “A mighty dragon doesn’t cross a local snake on its own turf,” but today, the two of them were going to crush this particular local snake.

Tong Sanlang had consumed Divine Liquid twice before, making his lightfoot martial arts better than both Bei Yun and Bei Lingsu’s. Working together, the two of them deployed poison with expert precision, wiping out the henchmen in short measure and capturing the saintess alive.

The saintess never imagined she’d be taken alive; her pale, snowy face immediately turned crimson with shame and indignation. When she refused to speak, Bei Yun didn’t hesitate to administer the poison, which made the saintess spill everything.

It turned out the Erber cult’s strength stemmed from their incomparable martial arts, which were inherited from a reclusive master outside the world. The group they had just defeated had been on their way to pay tribute to this master.

Additionally, the cult controlled people using a poison similar to Brain-Rot Pills. With martial prowess combined with the poison, they had subjugated several small countries under their oppressive rule.

After prying out these secrets, Bei Yun instantly classified the cult as an evil sect.

And an evil sect deserved destruction. Bei Yun dragged Tong Sanlang along to the cult’s headquarters where they wreaked havoc—smashing, looting, and ultimately setting the entire compound ablaze.

The Erber cult, which had ruled over the western nations for hundreds of years, was obliterated by these two in a single night.

The royal families of the small countries were finally liberated.

With the cult gone, Bei Yun began researching the antidote. He decided to stay in one of the small countries for a while, ultimately residing there for half a year. Over this time, he gained deeper insights into their customs and the internal workings of the Erber cult.

It turned out that the saintess, Jiufeng, was also a victim. She had originally been the daughter of a commoner, but people from the cult had purchased her as a maid. Later, when the previous saintess had an affair with a man, the cult chose a replacement saintess, pushing Jiufeng into the role.

After assuming the role, Jiufeng was force-fed poison and sent to the cult’s holy land—the secluded master’s former residence—to learn martial arts. Thanks to her outstanding talent, Jiufeng fully mastered the reclusive master’s skills, becoming the cult’s top martial artist, but even she couldn’t acquire the antidote.

The antidote was controlled solely by the cult leader, who kept the formula and ingredients completely secret. Jiufeng had tried threatening the leader, only to discover during a confrontation that her body had been infected with three layers of poison. They could only be neutralized by the leader himself; if the leader died, so would she.

Thus, she could do nothing but continue in her role as saintess.

According to the cult’s rules, saintesses over the age of twenty-five were replaced. Jiufeng was already twenty-eight but had clung to her position.

After hearing Jiufeng’s story, Bei Yun had only two words: “What an idiot.”

The strongest martial artist, yet suppressed for so many years—utterly foolish.