Chapter 74: Fuyin (Overhaul) "Are you not the Shaogu of Sun Moon Valley...
Outside the secret realm.
The bodhi beads hanging on the bronze mirror shook twice, and the sound of drums continued and reached the stands.
The leaders gathered around the fire, brewing tea and chatting happily.
Feeling the fluctuation of spiritual power, his expression paused slightly, and then he began a new round of flattery.
"I don't know which sect this young talent is so amazing. He got the demon spirit fruit in just half an incense stick of time."
As he spoke, the sect leader turned to Jiang Lin with a smile, raised his tea in respect, and said, "I wonder if Sect Leader Jiang Qian would be so kind as to use the bronze mirror for me to see?"
Jiang Lin nodded indifferently, "Yes."
After saying this, he waved his hand, and the bronze mirror on the stage moved accordingly.
The disciples flashed by, and when the picture paused, it happened to fall on Xie Wuyang.
Unlike when he entered and exited the secret realm, Xie Wuyang had a bag around his waist.
The bag was bulging and the opening had not been tied tightly, revealing the pointed ends of the red fruits inside.
The Soul-Separating Sect's leader took a closer look, his eyes widening. "He just left the Demonic Spirit Fruit out in the open like that? Isn't he afraid that other disciples might snatch it away?"
Wu Hanfeng shouted angrily, "This is simply nonsense!"
"This..." Sect Leader Wuxiang pondered. "Old Sect Leader Jiang, obtaining the Demon Spirit Fruit is the final victory. Now that this young immortal friend has obtained the Demon Spirit Fruit, why not escort him out of this secret realm?"
"Master Qin, have you forgotten the rules passed down through the generations of our immortal cultivators?" Jiang Lin's eyes flashed coldly as he spoke each word with emphasis, "Those who are capable shall occupy this place."
As he spoke, Jiang Lin flicked his finger at the bronze mirror, and it shifted to an unknown disciple. His expression was cold, "Even if he gets the Demon Spirit Fruit, it doesn't mean that the Demon Spirit Fruit will still be in his possession in the end."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound transmission notes scattered in all directions suddenly rushed towards the platform at an extremely fast speed.
A blue light descended from the sky, and with a loud bang, it hit the bronze mirror, causing the earth to shake twice.
The bronze mirror was contained within a transparent barrier. The calm surface of the mirror rippled twice and gradually darkened.
"Jiang Lin," Sect Master Qin's pupils trembled, and he turned his head to look at Jiang Lin, "What do you mean?!"
Jiang Lin curled his lips nonchalantly, glancing at the people present, "Nothing, I just wanted to catch up with the masters in private."
As soon as he finished speaking, several people wearing wax apple disciple uniforms swarmed in from all directions and soon surrounded the stands.
Jiang Lin took a step back, bowed respectfully, and said in a particularly frivolous and arrogant tone, "Masters, please come in."
Those who are doing this are the leaders of their respective factions and are the best at dealing with people in a tactful way.
At this point, who still doesn't understand the purpose of Jiang Lin's trip?
Sect Leader Qin gritted his teeth, whipped out the spiritual weapon from his waist, and lashed out at him, shouting, "Shameless boy!"
Jiang Lin raised his hand and lightly grasped the whip, a smile not reaching his eyes, "Master Qin, don't refuse a toast and drink a forfeit."
"You..." Sect Leader Wuxiang gnashed his teeth in anger, his words flowing without thought. "Immortal Venerable Qiongrao has lived an upright life. If he hadn't pushed you all the way against all odds and recommended you for the position of Sect Leader, do you think you could have achieved the status you have today? You are nothing but a wolf with ambitions, unfit for pigs and dogs... Ahhhh!"
Sect Leader Qin screamed, suddenly loosened the magic weapon in his hand, and staggered to the ground.
The veins on his neck and the back of his hands were exposed, and Sect Leader Qin's eyes were bloodshot, with his hands covering his face.
Two streaks of blood flowed out from his eye sockets, passed through the corners of his lips and throat, and finally sank into his collar.
Wu Hanfeng walked out from behind the crowd, placed his index fingers on Sect Leader Qin's neck, tapped him twice quickly, and then helped him up from the ground.
Sect Leader Qin's eyes were tightly closed, and he seemed to have lost consciousness.
Wu Hanfeng's eyes were filled with chill as he looked at Jiang Lin and said in an icy voice, "It's tea."
Jiang Lin chuckled and clapped his hands in praise, "Master Wu is very clever."
Someone was puzzled, "Tea? What tea?"
The Soul-Separating Sect's leader felt the blood on Leader Qin's face and suddenly realized something. His pupils widened. "He put poison in the tea... Then aren't we all..."
The Soul-Separating Sect's leader's throat tightened, and he looked to Wu Hanfeng for help. "Leader Wu, what should we do?"
Wu Hanfeng clenched his fists again and again, and the usually arrogant man actually began to weigh the pros and cons.
Finally, the head of the Cang Qiong Sect, who had been active in the world of cultivation for many years, unclenched his fist, as if surrendering. He raised his hand with a stiff tone, "Antidote."
As if he had seen something very interesting, Jiang Lin raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Hanfeng with interest.
He didn't agree, but he didn't refuse either. He just turned around with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "We have known each other for several years, so I will not do anything bad to you. It's just that the demons are ready to make a move, so I want to discuss countermeasures with you."
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At the same time, in the secret realm.
Xie Wuyang picked up the demon fruit on the ground, wiped off the dust on it, and put it in his arms.
I waited for a long time with the Bodhi bracelet in my hand, but there was no movement.
Are you trying to tear the bracelet apart?
Xie Wuyang picked up the rope twice with his fingers and didn't dare to act rashly.
Before entering the secret realm, Jiang Lin clearly said that when Bodhi is cut off, opportunities will disappear.
If he is sentenced to voluntarily admit defeat, it would be a loss.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang carefully put away the Bodhi bracelet. Just as he was about to look around for another way out, he was suddenly blinded by the light behind him. Then, Xie Wuyang heard a muffled groan.
Although it was just a flash and the sound was barely noticeable, the eyes that were stung by the light were real.
Xie Wuyang silently touched the talisman on his waist with his right hand, turned around and struck out with a palm.
"Thank you...thank you, fellow immortal..." A weak voice lingered in the cave.
Xie Wuyang suddenly retracted the flying talisman, and took two steps back due to the backlash of spiritual power. He almost choked to death because of the breath he was stuck in mid-swing.
"Ji Yao?" Xie Wuyang steadied his breathing and spoke in surprise.
Ji Yao's brows were tightly closed, his breath was weak, and he looked like he would die at any moment. "It's me."
Xie Wuyang took two steps at a time and half squatted down to check Ji Yao's injuries.
Ji Yao's breathing was disordered, and the wounds on his body, apart from those from the fight with the monster, showed some signs of spiritual power backlash.
Xie Wuyang frowned, his eyes searching, "Didn't you tear off the bracelet and leave the illusion?"
Ji Yao smiled bitterly, "That's how it should be, but for some reason, before I even stepped out of the bronze mirror, I was blasted back by a force."
Xie Wuyang stuffed the talisman he hadn't given out earlier back to Ji Yao, and used his spiritual power to help him suppress the backlash a little, "Did you recognize what kind of power it is?"
Ji Yao shook his head. "Judging from the spiritual energy left by the person who set up the formation, he is undoubtedly a member of our sect. But that formation is definitely not the formation of our sect."
"On the contrary..." Ji Yao pondered for a moment, "It looks very much like some ancient formation left by the demons."
Xie Wuyang paused, not knowing what he had in mind, and sneered, "So that's what you were planning."
Ever since he guessed that Jiang Lin would try every possible means to collect the souls of the cultivators during the Wax Apple Competition, Xie Wuyang had deduced several times the time and place where Jiang Lin might take action.
The entrance and exit of this secret realm must be maintained by external formations, and all the highly skilled cultivators from the hundreds of immortal sects gather here.
With just a little tampering with this teleportation array, all the elite disciples in the cultivation world can be trapped in the secret realm and captured in one fell swoop.
As if to confirm Xie Wuyang's guess, a cry was heard outside the cave, as if many monks had gathered there.
"Oh no, the monster has mutated!!"
Xie Wuyang and Ji Yao looked at each other and left the cave together.
The sky had darkened at some point, and thick black fog hovered overhead, blocking out the sun and seeming to swallow people up.
The strong wind blew up the leaves, making them howl like wild beasts.
Ji Yao put a talisman on himself and Xie Wuyang, and coughed twice because of his injuries. "Don't leave the talisman. Something is wrong in the secret realm. You and I need to be more careful and don't get left alone."
Xie Wuyang nodded in agreement, "Thank you very much."
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After killing the last monster, Xu Pingsheng pulled out the magic sword that pierced the monster's belly without hesitation and wiped off the undried blood stains on his face.
The cultivator behind him was miserable and groaned in pain, "Why did this monster suddenly go crazy? Instead of guarding the demon spirit fruit, it attacked people everywhere. I almost thought I was going to die here."
"Where's your bracelet?"
The monk complained, "Don't mention it. I don't know what happened to the bracelet. I almost crushed the beads, but there was no reaction. It was as if it was dead."
As soon as this was said, the other monks echoed, "Yes, that's right, mine too."
"I used my spiritual power to blast it, and I used my knife to chop it. The bracelet turned to ash, but there was no teleportation array to send me out."
An older female cultivator stepped forward and said, "Everyone, please be patient. The bronze mirror outside can reveal the state of the illusion. The head elder must be trying to rescue us."
Someone sighed, "This senior sister is overthinking things. The head elder is a highly skilled cultivator. If he wanted to save us, he would have broken through this secret realm long ago. Why would he have made us wait until now? I'm afraid he's been stopped by something and can't take care of himself."
"So, we won't die here, right?" The person who spoke gradually began to cry, his expression filled with sorrow and despair. "Wuwuwuwu! I'm still young and haven't found a Taoist partner yet. I don't want to die yet!"
The chattering sound made Xu Pingsheng frown. Just as he was about to raise his hand to cast a spell to block his ears, a figure suddenly approached him.
Xu Pingsheng subconsciously withdrew his spiritual power and turned to look.
The person who came was the female cultivator who had just spoken.
This female cultivator looked to be about thirty years old, with a broad face, narrow eyebrows, and an ordinary appearance.
He was wearing a purple dress of extraordinary craftsmanship and a gold bracelet inlaid with gems on his wrist.
"Have you counted how many monster corpses there are here?" asked the female cultivator.
Xu Pingsheng took a quick glance and reported a number, "Eight. All are at the initial stage of the Earth Rank..."
The words stopped abruptly.
Xu Pingsheng's eyes changed, and he suddenly stepped forward to check the corpses of the monsters one by one.
These monsters had just died, and their bodies were still warm, with residual spiritual power. Their levels could be determined without having to perform a laparotomy to remove the elixir.
Just now, Xu Pingsheng was only concerned about his current predicament and did not pay attention to these things. Now, after investigating from beginning to end, his expression became more and more solemn.
Xu Pingsheng turned to look at the female cultivator, "They are all Earth-level monsters that are about to break through."
"All of them?!" exclaimed the crowd behind him.
You know, each Earth-level monster is equivalent to the power of three Jindan disciples, not to mention the three monsters that are about to break through.
If Xu Pingsheng had not stabilized his Nascent Soul before entering the secret realm, all the disciples present would have suffered heavy casualties.
In comparison, the female cultivator's expression seemed much calmer. She frowned and thought for a moment, then took out a bell from her waist and approached the monster.
The bell looked very familiar, with vine patterns, made of brass, and a muffled sound that was soothing to the ears.
Xu Pingsheng looked for a long time, and suddenly a person popped up in his mind, "Are you the Young Master of Sun Moon Valley - Yu Fuyin?"
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