“Young friend Yan Qing, I haven’t even searched for you among hundreds of people, and you’ve come to me on your own.”
Wan Zhi looked down at them from above, his eerie body seemingly about to devour them.
Shang Yanting stood in front of Jia Xitong, while the little raccoon behind him saw Wan Zhi's true form and knew that this was the moment.
She took out a Winged Talisman and affixed it to herself without hesitation, then summoned her Formless Brush. At that moment, she was tense, afraid, and excited, her mind more focused than ever before. Her hands moved swiftly, and a brand new talisman took shape.
"It's talismans again. I've already told you, unless you're a talisman god reincarnated, they're useless."
He gave a cold laugh.
He stretched out his giant paw again to crush the raccoon into mincemeat, but soon he couldn't laugh anymore.
What happened?
His body began to spiral out of control!
The black space constructed by Wanzhi began to crumble, and the vortex capable of shattering a person continued to collapse. At the moment he completely vanished, sunlight shone again, and everything returned to normal.
No, it can't be restored.
The Heavenly Palace has completely collapsed, and only some light objects can still be seen floating on the sea.
Everywhere were the corpses of martial arts practitioners, severed limbs, mangled flesh, and most of them were injured or killed. They suffered heavy losses this time, with even two Martial Saints seriously injured.
Standing atop the ruins, Shang Yanting looked at the raccoon clinging to him after using the Wings-Adding Talisman. "Did you kill him?"
"No, I just teleported him to another place."
Jia Xitong replied, "We'd better leave quickly, lest he come back again."
Upon hearing this, Shang Yanting ordered all surviving martial artists to leave immediately!
The Heavenly Palace was destroyed, and many things were destroyed as well, but it was still relatively easy to gather the flying artifacts they needed to escape. They fled in a disheveled state, carrying the wounded, while Shang Yanting looked at the helpless raccoon, "When did you learn new talismans?"
Just now.
Jia Xitong was too exhausted to even answer him. With a question similar to Shang Yanting's, "How come Master Fu Shen's followers suddenly increased by a hundred?", she then drifted off to sleep.
And at this moment
Martial Arts Realm, Dingtian Academy
Gao Xiang, Tong's top disciple, was frowning as he looked at the promotion criteria for Grade B teacher. "The qualification for Grade B teacher has to be determined by the teacher herself. Can't we just help her with it?"
These disciples were truly exhausted trying to help their master, Tong, achieve top honors and be awarded the highest rank. They studied the upgrade requirements every day, and when their master was not around, they studied on their own, and also helped their master select students, teach classes, and attend talisman discussion meetings.
They've now used less-than-honorable methods to help their teacher complete the academic assessment and tutor over 300 students. The teaching results are impressive, and they're just waiting for Teacher Tong to return so they can shamelessly apply for a Class B teacher qualification.
As for the talisman below the hundred that was suddenly unlocked in the edict of Botong...
Gao Xiang and his team taught over three hundred disciples, and the teaching results were remarkable. Nearly eighty percent of these disciples mastered the Light Talisman, and some even showed greater talent, expressing their intention to continue learning from their teacher in their second year.
Is it difficult to gather 100 believers from such people?
It's not difficult.
Jia Xitong's final guess was that her master had taken the back for her, unaware that it was her four disciples who were carrying the burden for her.
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With the Heavenly Palace destroyed, Shang Yanting could only lead the martial arts practitioners to a remote town in the territory of demonic cultivators.
After a brief rest, they discovered that nearly half of their martial artists had died in their battle against Wan Zhi. Of the surviving martial artists, almost 60% were injured.
Li Tuo had just treated the two martial saints, Karl and Mo Hongyun. When Shang Yanting asked about it, Li Tuo frowned and shook his head.
"The two Martial Saints are seriously injured; their seas of consciousness have been damaged by demonic energy."
He bowed his head and reported the current situation to Shang Yanting, "Moreover, when the two Martial Saints fought with Wan Zhi, they did not hesitate to squeeze out the last bit of their spiritual power. At this moment, a demonic power is invading their bodies. Without spiritual power to suppress it, if it is allowed to flow freely, their bodies will be destroyed by this demonic power."
Furthermore, it's not just the two Martial Saints; nearly 70% of all the martial arts practitioners I've treated are in this situation.
Li Tuo was at a loss for what to do and could only watch helplessly as Shang Yanting approached.
As the only leader now, he certainly can't watch these people die.
Shang Yanting paused for a moment, silently assessing the situation, then took out a communication talisman. A gentle, refined voice came from within, "Fellow Daoist Yan..."
##
The martial cultivators who travel to the demonic realm all have an important mission here—
Kill the Child of Annihilation, eliminate all demonic cultivators, and protect martial cultivators and the common people.
However, today, Yan Qing made a decision that goes against his purpose and is unacceptable to many.
"No, absolutely not! To send me to the capital city of demons to collude with demonic cultivators is worse than killing me!"
"Yes, absolutely not!"
"Martial cultivators and demonic cultivators are irreconcilable enemies!"
Some staunch martial arts practitioners firmly believe in eliminating demonic cultivators, considering it a disgrace to ally with them. This attitude also influences other martial arts practitioners who have not yet expressed their stance.
"Yeah?"
Shang Yanting looked at the martial arts cultivator who had come to cause trouble, his expression cold. "Then why did you back down when you were facing Wan Zhi just now?"
The martial arts practitioner who had been making the most noise suddenly became nervous after hearing his words.
He took a step back. "I don't know what nonsense you're talking about."
Am I talking nonsense?
Shang Yanting grabbed his clothes and drew his weapon. "I've been paying attention to everyone on the battlefield. You haven't even drawn your weapon on the battlefield, but you've been shouting the toughest slogans at times like this."
With that, he threw the man's weapon on the ground and looked at the martial arts practitioners who had gathered around.
"In the battle against Wanzhi, we lost half of our people. Of the survivors, 70% have been corrupted by Wanzhi's magic."
We are faced with only two paths:
First, relying on the last bit of affection the Son of Annihilation still had for martial arts practitioners, they went to the Imperial City and the Demon Capital to temporarily form an alliance, and then killed Wan Zhi.
Second, wait here and fight Wan Zhi again.
Based on Wan Zhi's strength, their chances of winning are zero without the protection of the two Martial Saint seniors.
Everyone knew what the consequences would be if they encountered Wanzhi again, given their current situation.
The results are before us, but some people still worry, "Dean Yan, we have a deep-seated hatred for demonic cultivators, so how can we be sure they don't harbor malicious intentions towards us?"
Shang Yanting only glanced at that person.
There are no permanent friends, nor permanent enemies.
If we want to kill Wan Zhi, we absolutely cannot rely on them alone now.
---Aside---
Goodnight everyone
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