Xiao Yuhan went straight into the Northern Barbarian Dragon City. This former royal city was now in ruins, with collapsed city walls, cobwebs everywhere, and overgrown weeds. It was hard to imagine that this was once a capital city that was no less prosperous than Lingsu City. Xiao Yuhan didn't have much of an impression of the Northern Barbarians. After all, they were not of his race and there was nothing to sympathize with.
He walked cautiously through the dilapidated capital, where the houses on both sides gleamed with malevolent light, and vengeful spirits and ghosts were everywhere. Xiao Yuhan walked alone with his sword toward the place with the heaviest resentment, sensing a powerful aura within the former royal city.
The oppressive feeling emanating from the depths of his heart was just like that of the swordsman he had met at the Heavenly Sword Sect. With such strength, he must be someone like Qian Yu and Wen Xiao, perhaps even Qiu Xinghen.
Xiao Yuhan continued forward, not daring to relax for a moment. Gradually, vengeful spirits bared their fangs and claws and attacked him. He knew that this was only the beginning.
In the dead of night, a dim light appeared on the horizon. This place was covered by dark clouds all year round, and even when the sun should have been shining brightly, one could barely see the surrounding environment. The corpses scattered all over the place made people feel depressed. Xiao Yuhan's sword speed increased, and the resentment around him became more and more intense.
In such a place, the resentment was too strong, so Xiao Yuhan did not dare to act too recklessly. Although his cultivation was not weak, killing itself breeds resentment. In addition, the resentment here was already so strong that it could easily affect one's mind and make one fall into a state from which one could not extricate oneself.
The palace of the Northern Barbarian King City was his destination, but even though it was right in front of him, it was difficult to get any closer. Xiao Yuhan gradually became anxious. The vengeful spirits here were quite powerful. It was probably because Qiu Xinghen had made this place his lair and gathered a large number of experts here.
Xiao Yuhan chose to retreat temporarily, found a relatively safe place, and used a secret method to transmit the situation to his junior sister, explaining the situation here one by one. At this time, dawn was approaching, and it seemed that the matter of the Snow Cold Blade Sect had been dealt with properly, and the main force should set off.
He had complete faith in his junior sister's ability to handle things there. His only worry was whether Nanmen Ruoxuan would cause any trouble, but Xiao Yuhan couldn't possibly worry about those matters.
After resting for a while, Xiao Yuhan adjusted his state and prepared to set off again. However, as soon as he stepped out, he saw a monk at the end of the street. The monk had his hands clasped together, and his body was radiating golden light. The sound of chanting gradually spread under the blessing of spiritual power, and some of the more resentful souls around him were gradually purified by him.
"I bow to the naturally pure mind, the boundless Buddha treasury, the Great Compassionate One. From the Southern World, fragrant clouds rise, fragrant rain and flower clouds and flower rain..."
Upon hearing the monk chanting sutras, Xiao Yuhan stopped and observed for a moment. "The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra? Such powerful spiritual energy, how could he possess such cultivation? Which Buddhist master is this?"
Xiao Yuhan remained somewhat wary. Ordinary people would not want to come to such a place. This monk had such cultivation, so he must not be an ordinary person. Xiao Yuhan immediately thought of Lianhua Temple.
Before he could correct him further, a figure suddenly appeared on the city wall. A middle-aged man with disheveled hair appeared out of nowhere, his face covered in scars, looking quite frightening. He stared at the monk and suddenly said, "Baldy, this won't work. The resentment here is so heavy. If you really want to purify the resentment here, perhaps dispersing your cultivation would be more effective. Judging from your cultivation level, if you disperse your cultivation and use your blood to overcome the calamity, it might really work."
The monk clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and asked, "Who are you, benefactor?"
"Me? My name is Qiu Xinghen, and I am the owner of this place."
"You have a heavy aura of yin energy on you, benefactor. You must be a practitioner of the ghost path. Is the resentment in this place caused by you?" The monk frowned, a rare sight for him.
Master Kuhai, a great practitioner of Lotus Temple in this world, had long since attained a state of no thought and no delusion, not only in terms of cultivation but also in terms of mind. However, when he saw the resentment in this place, he still frowned, and even he could hardly bear to look at it.
"The heavy yin energy in Beiyuan is not a recent phenomenon. You bald man insist that I caused it. Isn't that a bit unreasonable?" The scarred man who called himself Qiu Xinghen said with a wronged expression.
Ku Hai was somewhat suspicious and asked again, "What do you intend to do by gathering all the vengeful spirits with heavy resentment in the entire Northern Plains here?"
"Baldy, you suddenly barged into my territory, purified the vengeful spirits I gathered, and now you're asking me what I want to do? I'd like to ask you what you want to do!" Qiu Xinghen retorted.
The old monk put his hands together, shook his head, and said, "The way of heaven is cyclical, and there are rules and regulations. After a person dies, he is either buried in the spirit house or returned to the world. He was born with a hard life, so why should he be used by others after death? Your actions are detrimental to your virtue. You should stop as soon as possible and sincerely repent so that you may be able to return to the right path."
"Heh... Hahahaha, you bald man are really funny. You keep talking about the Way of Heaven and repentance. What if I were to act that way?"
"Then this old monk will begin the killing spree today to rid the world of evil!"
Upon hearing this, Qiu Xinghen smiled slightly and said, "That's right. Using killing to stop killing is the best way. Those who persuade people to do good are all evil people. The most bullied people in this world are the good people. It's a very simple matter. If you think I'm blocking your efforts to save all living beings, then you can kill me, just like how I feel that you've ruined my plans and I've chosen to kill you right now!"
As the echo fell, Qiu Xinghen snapped his fingers, and suddenly several vengeful spirits with overwhelming resentment appeared from all directions. Xiao Yuhan, who was hiding in the shadows, looked at them and saw that there were at least ten of them, all of them incredibly powerful vengeful spirits. The vengeful spirits attacked the old monk, but none of them could get close.
Those vengeful spirits were actually quite powerful; one could sense that they were at least equivalent to experts in the mid-to-late stages of the Void Returning Realm. However, they were spirits after all, and Buddhist techniques were extremely effective against them. In addition, the old monk from the Bitter Sea was also quite powerful.
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