"Good! Good! Good!"
On the cloud, several Dao Foundation Realm cultivators all had ashen faces. "As expected of Elder Han's disciple, he truly has some of his master's style!"
Han Qinhu stood in mid-air, surrounded by a fierce wind, his face full of arrogance. "Like father, like son. My disciple is certainly not comparable to you worthless fish!"
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the several Dao Foundation Realm cultivators became even more unpleasant.
The person who spoke, in particular, couldn't help but want to slap himself across the face.
Why the hell did you have to be so quick to talk? Aren't you just asking for trouble?
With Han Qinhu's foul mouth, he's already despised by everyone if we don't give him a chance, and you're still giving him a chance?
Watching Han Qinhu act arrogantly is more painful than killing them!
"Senior Sister Xiao, this time your Weaponry Academy is leading the charge, what do you have to say?"
So everyone simply ignored Han Qinhu and looked at "Master Xiao" from the Weaponry Academy, the old woman in hemp clothing who had argued with Han Qinhu earlier.
Master Xiao's face was also ashen, but he did not rush to speak.
When facing Han Qinhu, the five academies were naturally "of one mind".
However, at other times, the internal strife within the Five Academies was no less intense, and the conflicts were even more acute than those caused by Han Qinhu.
After all, Han Qinhu was just a "lone wolf" and was excluded from the power structure of the Red Dragon Temple by his three "brothers". When it came to many specific matters, he couldn't get involved at all.
Besides causing trouble, venting anger, and showing off his power, what else can Han Qinhu do? What is he anyway?
On the contrary, the internal strife within the Five Academies is what truly concerns their vital interests; to put it bluntly, it is a major issue directly linked to their path of cultivation.
Now, the Institute of Weapons has taken the lead, but has suffered two defeats in a row. It can be said that it has not gained any glory, but instead has been beaten badly and lost face.
As for whether to continue sending people to save face for the Weaponry Academy, or to cut losses in time, the answer is "better to sacrifice a friend than myself."
Master Xiao was still somewhat undecided for a moment.
After all, no matter how easy it is to learn and quickly master the Heshan Taoist arts, capable and usable people won't just fall from the sky, nor will they automatically grow out of the ground.
Each Daoji Zhenren of the Heshan Sect indeed had at least several hundred "disciples" under his command, but only they themselves knew how many of them were "consumables" and how many were "tools".
However, one thing is certain: any "disciple" who has been trained to the point of having more than fifty apertures, even if they are considered "consumable materials," are high-level consumable materials. If too many are easily lost, even a Dao Foundation True Person will feel sorry for them.
Just then, an old Taoist priest with long eyebrows reaching his chest, white hair and beard, and covered in soot spoke up: "Master Xiao, I am not one to cause trouble, but if I were you, I certainly wouldn't swallow this insult."
"In my opinion, that kid is already at his limit. If your Weaponry Academy backs down, our Alchemy Academy will take advantage of that!"
The old Taoist priest started by saying, "I'm not one to stir up trouble," but every word he uttered was provocative.
Upon hearing this, Master Xiao's face darkened, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
But it wasn't aimed at Bai Cang, but at that long-browed old Taoist.
Among the five academies of the Crimson Dragon General Temple, the most powerful and fiercely competitive are the Alchemy Academy and the Weaponry Academy, which can be said to be old rivals.
Needless to say, the alchemy academy is full of alchemists who are either extremely poor or inhumanly wealthy, and their encroachment and plunder of resources are on a truly ruthless level.
However, the Weapon Academy is not bad either, especially in the Heshan Sect, where the quantity and quality of magical artifacts often indicate the strength and power of one's forces.
Does the alchemist need resources, but the weapon maker doesn't?
Furthermore, as the "military force" of the Crimson Dragon General Temple, the Weapon Academy not only had to defend its own "base", but also frequently reached into the Alchemy Academy's plate to take a bite out of it.
In other words, this long-browed old Taoist and Master Xiao are old rivals and sworn enemies!
His words, however, solidified Master Xiao's resolve.
So she said calmly, "In that case, let your alchemy department go!"
Since the Weaponry Academy has already lost face, if the Alchemy Academy has the ability to regain it, then I'll admit, "You're really something."
But if that's not possible, the losses can't be borne by our institute alone, can they?
It doesn't matter about others, but the Weapons Academy must die!
Upon hearing this, the long-browed old Taoist priest showed a look of astonishment.
Then, he narrowed his eyes, glanced around at the "disciples" around him, and immediately pointed at a middle-aged cultivator with a fierce face, saying, "Liu Yi, go and kill that blond brat. Don't embarrass our Pill Academy!"
After saying that, the long-browed old Taoist glanced at Master Xiao intentionally or unintentionally, "What the Weaponry Academy can do, our Pill Academy can also do; what the Weaponry Academy cannot do well, our Pill Academy must do even better."
"Of all arts, alchemy is paramount; of the five academies, I reign supreme. This is the Alchemy Academy. Do you understand?"
The middle-aged cultivator, his eyes gleaming with ferocity, bowed deeply to the long-browed old Taoist priest, saying, "Yes, Headmaster!"
"If I fail to kill that brat, Liu Yu will bring me his head!"
Before he could finish speaking, and before the long-browed old Taoist could throw him down, the middle-aged cultivator Liu Yi stepped into the air.
A pair of black, iron-feathered wings spread out behind him, making him appear like a strange bird circling high in the sky.
"go!"
The next moment.
He patted the magic pouch at his waist, and seventeen or eighteen skeleton demons swooped down from the sky.
Each one was as big as a cartwheel, and they swooped down with eerie cries.
Black smoke spewed from its seven orifices, and green fire was contained within its five senses.
In an instant, the entire arena was filled with billowing black smoke and blazing green flames.
The skeletal demon, as large as a wheel, tumbled and flew up and down within it, but it did not approach Bai Cang, instead spewing green fire from afar.
Like rockets plundering the land, they bombarded him relentlessly.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged cultivator Liu Yi held a small mirror that looked like it was made of condensed blood, hiding deep within the billowing black smoke and constantly shifting his position.
"Good grief, you think you can take advantage of me because I don't have ranged attacks?"
Seeing this, Bai Cang smiled coldly and disappeared from the spot in a flash.
"boom!"
The next moment.
A beam of white light shot into the sky.
The five interlocking white bone hammers, like meteors falling to earth, stole the sky.
Dozens of clusters of emerald-scaled yin flames exploded, scattering billowing black smoke in all directions, and sending more than a dozen skeleton demons plummeting from the sky.
Even more so, a mesmerizing sound pierces the air, creating ripples as the hammer's head breaks through the sky.
"You rascal! How dare you let go of your magical artifact?"
Upon seeing this, the middle-aged cultivator Liu Yi was overjoyed. He immediately made a hand seal and chanted an incantation, throwing the small, bright red mirror in his hand. It transformed into a cloud of blood and enveloped the white bone heart-locking hammer.
Among them were more than a hundred slender ghostly figures struggling and roaring in the blood-red clouds, extending their ferocious ghostly claws.
In his view, all Bai Cang relied on was the magic weapon, the White Bone Heart-Locking Hammer.
The "Heavenly Sunflower Bloodstained Mirror" that he used was made by collecting the bloodstained blood of 120 women and incorporating their souls. Each of them died after suffering endless torment due to "blood collapse," and each of them was filled with resentment and fierce power. Their specialty was using artifacts to taint people.
With the White Bone Heart-Locking Hammer gone, Bai Cang is nothing more than a withered skeleton in the tomb, a lamb to be slaughtered at will!
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