Chapter 146 The Immortal Cultivation World II
The remaining cultivators froze, goosebumps rising all over their bodies. That aura! That presence! Many, not even recognizing him, already assumed he was a powerful figure from the righteous path who had come to the rescue. However, just as they were about to cheer, a closer look revealed a stark contrast: the righteous were filled with fear, the demonic with relief, their reactions varied. But they all shared one thing in common: a single thought arose within their chaotic inner palaces: Why was the Great Demon Lord here?!
It's no wonder everyone was astonished, even terrified. The name of Zhen Su was no longer the revered figure it was when he ascended to immortality, unmatched by any other. Now, in everyone's eyes, he was the sole embodiment of the great demon of the cultivation world, the former grandmaster who had brought ruin upon the illustrious and virtuous Lian Zhenjun, and the culprit for whom the ten righteous sects had yet to successfully subdue him, his whereabouts unknown.
Shinju was completely unaware of what kind of monster he was regarded as, and even less aware of the influence of the Lotus of Doubt in the cultivation world.
All he knew was that once he arrived in the cultivation world, his true immortal body came into contact with abundant spiritual energy, and he immediately broke through his previous shrinking disguise, restoring his perspective to be the same height as the Poison King.
Now that things had come to this, Zhen Su was too lazy to dwell on it any further. After all, the lowest cultivation level among those present was the same as his—the Nascent Soul stage. Pretending was better than nothing. Then, Zhen Su glanced around and gained a general understanding of the battle situation.
There were only two or three familiar faces.
When Phoenix Feather Demon Lord met True Monk's gaze, he felt his burning body gradually cool down, and his Purple Mansion also calmed down.
He wasn't afraid of Shinjuku; he was annoyed that his target, whom he was supposed to capture for the "reward," was now exposed to everyone. If those two guys snatched him away, he would lose all his advantage.
Therefore, Lin Jue narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze immediately sweeping over the two mortal enemies on the ground. He clicked his tongue, and with a swift movement, crushed the two floating, foul souls beside him. A surge of Yin energy instantly enveloped him, and a massive fireball, the size of a small mountain, formed in his palm. He raised it and hurled it at the two men.
As the intense heat approached, Duan Wenyang and Song Wei immediately snapped out of their shock and nimbly dodged it.
Seeing that the two men had only melted off a few strands of their sideburns, which made their sharp or hard features stand out even more, Lin Jue found it extremely irritating.
The other cultivators affected were not so lucky. In an instant, some vanished into thin air, some had their limbs and faces burned beyond repair, and some had their magical artifacts, talismans, and storage bags reduced to ashes. The scene was filled with all sorts of deaths and injuries.
Shinju and the King of the Poison spread their yin energy into arc-shaped wings and tried their best to resist, but unfortunately they only managed to protect a small group of people.
Amidst the wailing and screams, the five or six people realized that the death they had expected had not yet arrived. Upon closer inspection, they discovered that the one protecting them was none other than the great demon Ji Qing, and they nearly fainted.
"It's you?!"
"You demon, why... why did you..."
"...Get back at once! What wouldn't a two-faced man like him do? He can even persecute his own disciple to this extent. He's probably planning to give us hope so we'll be grateful, and then he'll personally snap our necks and enjoy watching us in despair!"
One of the cultivators, in his panic, spoke recklessly, and the more he analyzed it, the more convinced he became of its logic, presenting it in a very logical and persuasive manner. The others, whose resolve was already wavering, immediately swayed upon hearing this, retreating to a distance and, as if facing a formidable enemy, pointing all their weapons at their benefactor who had just saved them.
Before Shinju could express his opinion, the King of Poison beside him was already furious. His body was covered with demonic patterns on his pale skin, and in the blink of an eye, only his eyes were bloodshot red. His whole body was pitch black, without a trace of white, and he looked extremely demonic.
The demonization happened too fast for Shinju to stop. He could only grip the King of Demons' wrist, shake his head, and reassure him, "Never mind them, find Oni-giri first."
Then, amidst the wavering gazes of hatred and doubt, Shinju was embraced by the King of Poison and flown high into the sky, where he spread his divine sense over an immense area.
Song Wei and Duan Wenyang were extremely sensitive to demonic energy. They stared at the man who easily broke through the massive amount of foul energy and flew into the sky, their eyes no longer concealing their intense disgust.
If you've heard rumors about Jiqing before, and everyone talks about them in great detail, but you've never seen it for yourself, there's always a tiny flame in your heart telling you that maybe it's not true.
But when he saw Jiqing being embraced by a demonic cultivator without any resistance, the flame of his passion was extinguished.
If he were still the same Jiqing Zhenjun who eradicated demons and upheld justice, the same righteous leader who taught countless upright individuals, would he be willing to collude with the demonic forces?!
It's true that people have fallen on hard times; one has to admit that people can change.
He shouldn't have listened to those old fogies, the elders and the sect leader.
Song Wei roared "Unforgivable!" Holding a large knife, he kicked off the ground, causing exaggerated cracks to appear, and he was about to rush into the air.
However, at this moment, Duan Wenyang, who had been silent to the side, had blue flying swords rising around him one after another, densely packed, until finally a total of eighty-one swords rose up, all pointing towards the sky.
Song Wei was shocked and exclaimed, "Brother Duan, you can actually control eighty-one flying swords?!" As far as he knew, Duan Wenyang had always been struggling with the highest bottleneck in this sword path. Once he broke through it, his sword skills would undoubtedly be the best in the cultivation world!
"Incredible!" Before he could even utter a word of congratulations, Duan Wenyang's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He spread his five fingers, and eighty-one flying swords instantly transformed into streaks of blue light, sealing off Zhen Su and Zhen Wang from all sides. The flying swords didn't stop; as they rapidly pierced towards them, countless invisible sword energies shot out in a scattering pattern, each sword transforming into three energies, like a dense, overwhelming swarm of transparent insect wings, leaving no gaps!
Phoenix Feather Demon Lord felt a chill run down his spine. He hadn't expected Duan Wenyang to possess such abilities, yet he had kept them hidden all along. At this moment, he felt a sense of relief at having underestimated his opponent.
Just as Shinju caught a glimpse of what appeared to be Oni Silver, the frenzied sword energy and flying swords were already rushing toward his face.
Fortunately, the black mist of the Poison King blocked it in time, but the black mist was like a finely woven net, and when it met the sword energy that could cut through iron like mud, the speed at which it wove could not keep up with the density of the flying sword's attack and the speed of its flight.
Even the Phoenix Feather Demon Lord had to avoid its sharp edge and retreat to a distance.
Duan Wenyang's attacks didn't spare a single glance for anyone else; he relentlessly pursued Zhen Susha. If it weren't for the Zhen King's constant protection, he probably wouldn't even have taken the Zhen King seriously.
The Poison King is also of the "Filthy" level, and its Yin energy is endless. However, this generation not only consumes a lot of energy, but its speed limit has also been gradually figured out. Once the flying sword speeds up, the black mist simply cannot keep up.
Shinju had considered escaping, but the speed of the Zhen King's flight was far too fast for a flying sword. Although Duan Wenyang looked unfamiliar, he recognized the Wanjian Sect's attire. He had witnessed the Wanjian Sect's leader's demeanor before, and this man's flying sword speed seemed no less than the leader's, absolutely astonishing and impossible to detect with the five senses. Once locked onto by this flying sword, the moment one could detect it with the five senses would be the moment of death.
Seeing the black mist around the Poison King thinning and countless wounds suddenly appearing on his face and body, Zhen Su could no longer bear it and decided to shift the blame. He grabbed the Poison King by his side, tore through the void with his fist, and instantly teleported behind Feng Ling, using three fingers to grip Feng Ling Demon Lord's throat.
"!!" Lin Jue never expected that Zhen Su would have such strength, able to get close to him silently, and he didn't even have time to react.
The King of Poison resumed his standing posture, his eyes dark and unfathomable. Not only did he not break free from the hands that were wrapped around his waist, but he also pressed himself tightly against the King of Poison's chest. Then he drew his Miao sword from his palm, the blade angled against the back of the Phoenix Feather.
Holding hostage from both ends, Duan Wenyang's flying sword, having lost its target for only a few breaths, caught up and hovered, ready to strike. Lin Jue, enraged, shouted, "Ghost King, you bastard, stop acting! Quickly capture him for me!!"
Just as the King of Poison was about to speak, Zhen Su interrupted him, saying, "Tell the Myriad Swords Sect to stop."
Lin Jue was furious: "What have I done to deserve this? He'd love to get rid of me too!"
Shinjuku could only look at the person on the ground, his golden eyes half-closed, and said without joy or sorrow, "State your name, what grudge do you have against me? Why are you attacking me?"
Perhaps it was because Shinjuku's question was too direct and his tone too self-righteous that the crowd below began to wonder: Could it be that he really didn't know what he had done that was so heinous?
But they quickly suppressed this doubt themselves.
The words of a demon are bound to be lies and mislead the public. Why bother to think about whether they make sense? Maybe he just doesn't take what he's doing seriously, which is why he can appear in front of righteous people with a clear conscience, shameless!
Ultimately, Masakatsu's attitude deeply hurt their righteous cause, and they all condemned him for being shameless, leaving Masakatsu stunned by their insults.
At this moment, the King of Zhen made his move. With a stab of his Miao sword, a deep wound appeared on Lin Jue's back, exposing his spinal cord. It was a gruesome sight.
"Your Majesty!" Shinju tried to dissuade him, but the King of Zhen's eyes, devoid of pupils and red, showed no reaction to Shinju's words. The blade pierced through Linjue's chest and right armpit, dragging him down towards the ground.
Duan Wenyang's flying sword seized the opportunity to attack Zhen Su.
Shinjuku's fingertips were stained with ink, and he chose to meet the attack head-on without any expression!
"Damn it!" Song Wei dealt with several demonic cultivators who took advantage of the chaos to launch a sneak attack. His eyes were fixed on the Poison King, who also wielded a knife. He gritted his teeth and sped off towards the direction where they had fallen.
The battlefield was in complete chaos.
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Qingxuan Gate, the "Sacred Lotus" Grotto-heaven and Blessed Land.
The young Taoist boy, who was sweeping, suddenly heard that someone was requesting an audience at the foot of the mountain. So he put the bucket back in its place, picked up his whisk, and went down the steps.
"Senior brothers and sisters, what is it?" The young Taoist boy bowed deeply and asked politely.
"Is 'Uncle Yilian' still in seclusion?! Something extremely urgent has happened. Junior brother, could you please pass on a message to Uncle?" Several disciples, all bearing various injuries, rushed forward in a panic.
The young Taoist priest spoke slowly, saying, "My master is in seclusion and does not receive guests. However, if there is any major event, my master has connections everywhere and will appear. Some time ago, my master learned about the conflict between the righteous and demonic paths during his seclusion, so he forced himself to come out of seclusion, even though his immortal body was unwell. He insisted on going, but was stopped by the sect leader and elders."
He recognized these people and always tried to persuade his master to take them as disciples. He also listened to the next leader of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and the leader of the Otherworld Alliance and volunteered to go and annihilate the new master of the demonic path, the Phoenix Feather Demon Lord.
The disciples were overjoyed to hear what the young Taoist said, and they said to each other, "I knew our master would have a solution" and "With our master here, nothing will happen," before leaving from the foot of Mount Shenglian.
It wasn't until the young Taoist priest returned to the courtyard he had just swept that he realized those people hadn't told him what major event had occurred outside.
"Never mind, if something serious happens, my martial uncle will know. No one needs to worry."
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