Chapter 1140: Chapter 1042: Saintess Flower Dance of the Butterfly

"The Butterfly Ice Sword you mentioned, is it the Holy Sword kept by Butterfly Green Spirit?"

Flower Dance asked.

"I don’t care what kind of elder she is. In any case, I’m sending you now to steal that Butterfly Ice Sword for me."

Yang Tian spoke in a tone that allowed no argument.

"Yes!"

Flower Dance’s soul had already been branded with a Soul Mark by Yang Tian, so she could only obey him. She took one look at Yang Tian, then walked off in another direction, and in no time her figure vanished.

"Big Brother, Flower Dance is very crafty. If I hadn’t seen her with my own eyes, I wouldn’t dare be sure she really is the former Palace Master’s daughter!" The little girl Lan Huling said nervously, "All these years, there’s been a great thief coming and going without a trace, stealing whatever she wants. Everyone says she’s from Purple Butterfly Palace, even the Palace Master has no way to deal with her. But she’s treacherous—I don’t trust her."

"Don’t worry. She already belongs to me."

Yang Tian comfortingly patted the little girl’s head.

Then he ran his Divine Sense toward Flower Dance’s direction, clearly seeing her slip into Butterfly Green Spirit’s cave chamber.

Butterfly Green Spirit was an elder of the Butterfly Race.

This elder had always been in secluded cultivation underground, but her guards were extremely numerous; even Lan Hushan and Lan Hujiao, those Lord Admirals, had failed. Yet for Flower Dance, it was as easy as flipping her hand.

In just that short while, Yang Tian already saw Flower Dance infiltrate Butterfly Green Spirit’s cave chamber.

Inside the chamber, Butterfly Green Spirit was seated in meditation, cultivating. Her soul had long since wandered off who knew where, roaming the void. But in the chamber she had already set up Butterfly Demon Arrays one after another; as long as anyone entered, these Demon Arrays would be triggered.

Yet no matter how formidable a Demon Array was, in Flower Dance’s eyes, it wasn’t worth a mention.

Flower Dance broke the Demon Arrays one by one, and at last she reached the stone bed and stole away the Butterfly Ice Sword placed in front of Butterfly Green Spirit.

The entire process was done in one go, without the slightest hesitation.

And no one noticed a thing.

"Looks like this Flower Dance really is your Butterfly Race’s famed thief—she lives up to her name."

Yang Tian remarked.

"Did she succeed?"

The little girl asked nervously.

"She did, and she’s almost back." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

The moment Yang Tian’s voice fell, he saw a young girl sneaking over from afar, stopping every so often to listen to the surroundings. Only when she saw Yang Tian did she say triumphantly, "The Butterfly Ice Sword you wanted, I brought it back."

Yang Tian took the Butterfly Ice Sword and drew it from its sheath.

A sharp neighing cry rang out. The sword was crystal-clear like ice, emitting waves of chill.

Seeing this sword, the little girl Lan Huling’s eyes were full of excited light. "It really is the Butterfly Ice Sword!"

"She has red spots on her body, right?"

Flower Dance asked.

"That’s right."

Yang Tian nodded, acknowledging Flower Dance’s capability. Then he circulated his Spiritual Breath, triggering the Ice Breath within the Ice Sword and stabbing it toward Lan Huling’s body.

The Sword Aura stopped right in front of Lan Huling.

But the immense Ice Breath inside the sword surged out, instantly pouring into Lan Huling’s body.

"Ah!"

Lan Huling let out a cry of surprise.

Her body turned cold as snow, but gradually, the blood-marks on her body faded away.

"Big Brother, I feel so comfortable!"

Lan Huling let out a cheer, threw herself into Yang Tian’s arms, and burst into tears.

Yang Tian gently stroked Lan Huling’s small head. "With Big Brother here, I won’t let anything happen to you."

But Flower Dance at the side shook her head. "This won’t do. The Butterfly Ice Sword may have sealed the blood-marks in her body, but in the end it only treats the symptoms, not the root. It won’t be long before it breaks out again. These blood-marks formed when our Butterfly Race entered the Human Realm and was infected by the Human Realm’s Spiritual Breath, causing a pathological change. There is no medicine that can cure it."

When Lan Huling heard this, she shouted at Flower Dance, "You’re the one with no cure! When the Palace Master comes out, I’ll have her use Demon Thought to heal me!"

"You still want to rely on the Palace Master?" Flower Dance gave a cold laugh and said, "Back then, when Hua Wuqing killed my father, she slaughtered half the Butterfly Race. All these years, have you ever seen her save anyone? Those loyal subordinates who helped her ascend to the Palace Master’s position—did they not die one by one before her eyes?"

Lan Huling was furious, but she had no way to refute Flower Dance.

It was Yang Tian on the side who said lightly, "Chen Xiaoli is indeed a heartless person. But now that you’ve appeared, I have a way to force Chen Xiaoli to save Ling!"

"What are you planning to do?"

Flower Dance’s expression changed.

A flick of her hand, and a dagger appeared in her grip, ready to strike at any moment.

"Don’t delude yourself. I’ve branded your soul with a mark—do you really think you can resist me?"

Yang Tian said coldly.

"Then what do you want? Hand me over to Hua Wuqing?"

Flower Dance said angrily.

"Handing you over to Hua Wuqing would just be your fate. Do you think you’re qualified to question me?" Yang Tian let out a cold laugh. "The person Hua Wuqing most wants to kill is you, isn’t it? I imagine the reason you’ve been coming and going without a trace all these years is because you’re afraid Hua Wuqing will find you."

Flower Dance’s face went deathly pale.

"Big Brother, I support you. Hand her over to the Palace Master and let the Palace Master deal with her!"

Lan Huling said smugly.

Flower Dance’s whole body trembled, but she no longer dared to talk back.

Yang Tian shot Flower Dance a cold look. "Let’s go. Someone’s coming."

"Yes!"

Flower Dance quickly responded respectfully.

A moment later, the three of them headed out. But just then, a voice heavy with authority rang out: "I know you’re in there! Your people are in my hands. If you don’t want them to die, then come out!"

Hearing this voice, Lan Huling’s face changed. "It’s Elder Butterfly Green Spirit—how did she wake up?"

"Isn’t that obvious? I stole her sword, of course she sensed it."

Flower Dance said.

"So Butterfly Green Spirit has already caught Lan Hushan and the others?"

Yang Tian stopped walking.

"You had Lan Hushan and Lan Hujiao go steal the Butterfly Ice Sword?"

Flower Dance asked.

Yang Tian didn’t answer her. He ran his Divine Sense deeper inside and saw a man in his fifties standing before two women. Those two women were none other than Lan Hushan and Lan Hujiao.

And this elder was precisely the secluded elder, Butterfly Green Spirit.

As if sensing Yang Tian’s Divine Sense, Butterfly Green Spirit’s face sank. "Get out here immediately!"

Her voice boomed out in all directions like Celestial Thunder.

A trace of killing intent flashed in Yang Tian’s eyes. "That Old Witch, screeching like a pig. Fine, I’ll just kill you and stir up some big trouble in Butterfly Palace!"

"You want to kill an elder?"

Flower Dance asked nervously.

"Butterfly Palace is far too peaceful. I want this place thrown into chaos—the more chaotic, the better."

Yang Tian’s figure flickered and he vanished...