Chapter 123 The Indignant One: "If I offered you the throne, would you sit on it?"...
Outside the Abyss of No Form, everything was in chaos.
Those so-called righteous people gathered here, and with their combined strength, they forcibly broke through the barrier outside the Abyss of No Form.
Shi Wuqing pressed the divine weapon in his hand tightly against the crack in the barrier, turned his head and shouted, "The barrier is broken! Who was it that said they were going to eliminate the demons? Why aren't you charging in!"
The group looked at each other in bewilderment.
The rain fell like a curtain.
Hundreds of people took a step back in unison, and then someone shouted, "It's Elder Li! He said he'll personally behead Lou Yan!"
Elder Li, who was hiding in the crowd, suddenly changed his expression and continued the words that had not yet faded: "Nonsense, it is clearly Sect Leader Jiang who is claiming that he will avenge his little disciple."
"But wasn't his young apprentice killed by his own hands?"
Upon hearing this, the argumentative atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
Except for Nan Yushan, who remains in Wuxiangyuan, all the sect leaders outside fled in panic as soon as they were granted amnesty.
The scene in the dungeon was so gruesome that it's hard for anyone to forget it easily.
Those who wanted to live went mad and slaughtered their fellow disciples, while the "master," who was of a higher rank, personally killed his apprentice.
Blood flowed like a river in the water, and groans and curses filled the air.
Sect Leader Jiang quickly retorted, "It's just about surviving. Haven't you ever killed your own disciples?"
"I didn't lay a hand on him; it was my disciple who willingly committed suicide! Unlike you, who took your disciple's life from behind!"
Denials and accusations arose again, accompanied by the patter of rain, the noise and commotion never ceasing.
“You…” a weak voice came through the gap in the crowd’s words, “You are unworthy of being members of the immortal sect.”
"They keep talking about 'eliminating evil and punishing wickedness,' but when it comes to the moment of death, they're afraid to step forward, even saying they're not afraid of my senior brother..."
Following the sound, everyone looked over and, through a curtain of rain, saw a figure being forced to kneel on the ground by disciples from various sects.
The child was still wearing the school uniform of the Eighteenth Generation, his hands were forcibly bound behind his back, a knife was pressed against his neck, and he was soaked in the rain. Blood trickled down his neck with the rain, quickly soaking his collar.
It is Wei Xiuzhu.
Jiang, who had been criticized earlier, was closest to him. Upon seeing this, he first sneered, then crossed his arms and looked Wei Xiuzhu up and down, saying, "Little Immortal Lord Wei, you are a Gu cultivator, you shouldn't be involved in this kind of conflict."
"If it weren't for your snake demon senior brother protecting you, you would have been captured and taken to the Abyss of No Form by Lou Yan's tiger demon long ago. How could you have waited until now to confront us?"
Wei Xiuzhu had lost too much blood, and her face was deathly pale, but upon hearing this, she still raised her beautiful almond-shaped eyes and fiercely scrutinized everyone with her obedient gaze. "Although my senior brother is a demon, he is determined to shoulder the great righteousness of the immortal path. He is far superior to you cowardly people who are afraid of death."
"Doesn't Sect Leader Jiang feel ashamed to mention my senior brother now?"
Fu Yusheng was too quick-witted.
Not long ago, the tiger demon led a large group of demons to capture the immortals. He had sensed the tiger demon's intentions early on and retreated to the background with Wei Xiuzhu. If Nan Yushan hadn't insisted on seeing Heng Qichun, he could have protected his master as well.
Everyone thought of this at the same time, and suddenly there was a moment of silence. Then someone shouted out in a serious tone.
"—Hey? Where's that snake demon?"
What about the snake demon?
The moment those words were spoken, the rain seemed to quicken again, giving the scene a sense of urgency.
Something damp and cool landed on the back of Jiang's neck. He thought it was rain and reached up to wipe it, but then suddenly froze in place.
A terrified scream rang out behind him, "Sect Leader Jiang, your neck..."
A white snake slithered out from Jiang's collar. Its body was white and slender, thin but not weak, with its scales taut. Then the whole snake coiled around Jiang's neck.
They tightened more and more, almost severing his trachea.
"hiss--"
Jiang, the sect leader, turned ashen-faced.
It was clearly the sound of a snake demon flicking its tongue, yet he somehow understood Fu Yusheng's meaning. Trembling, he raised his hand, pointed at the two disciples restraining Wei Xiuzhu, and said in a trembling voice, "Release, release that child..."
The young disciple did not move.
The white snake around his neck tightened its grip, and a sudden wave of suffocation washed over him. As he felt dizzy and disoriented, Jiang, the sect leader, heard his disciples advise, "If we release Wei Xiuzhu now, there will be no one left to control Lou Yan."
"Sect Leader, why don't you bear with it?"
Sect Leader Jiang's eyes bulged, his face flushed red: "You...you...you..."
Before he could even utter the word "disciple," he had already been completely choked unconscious by Fu Yusheng.
Fu Yusheng did not covet the body of such a despicable person. Seeing that the person was no longer reacting, he slowly loosened his grip and swam towards Wei Xiuzhu under the surprised or frightened gazes of the crowd.
Although Wei Xiuzhu had escaped a calamity earlier and was not captured and thrown into that terrifying dungeon, he was worried about his master and refused to leave, guarding the outside of the Wuxiang Abyss for an entire night.
As dawn broke, the immortals emerged from the Abyss of No Form in a disheveled state. The child, simple-minded, immediately went to inquire about the whereabouts of Nanyu Mountain, but before he could speak, Sect Leader Jiang ordered someone to hold a knife to his neck.
Several hours passed, and the small wound on his neck grew larger and larger, with blood spreading across his entire neck, even soaking the front of his clothes.
The child's face was deathly pale. When he saw Fu Yusheng coming over, he only blinked dully and could not make any other reaction.
But it was different for his disciple who had kidnapped him.
The hand holding Wei Xiuzhu by the knife was already trembling. With each step Fu Yusheng took closer, they uncontrollably wanted to take a step back.
They are not afraid of their sect leader, but that does not mean they are not afraid of Fu Yusheng.
After all, he was the chief of the Southern Corner Mountain of the Eighteen Realms, a figure who had ruled the Lu Duan Sect for many years and whose name struck fear into the hearts of all demons and evil spirits in the world...
Wei Xiuzhu's arm had been twisted into an extremely uncomfortable position. He felt the knife on his neck tighten even more, and then he heard the person holding him hostage behind him ask in a trembling voice, "You... what are you going to do..."
Fu Yusheng refused to transform back into human form and instead moved inch by inch toward Wei Xiuzhu.
The snake demon's aura permeated the air, causing those who were "afraid of death" to feel inexplicable fear.
After all, he had just silenced Sect Leader Jiang without lifting a finger.
"hiss--"
The sound of a snake flicking its tongue rang out, and Fu Yusheng was already close by.
Wei Xiuzhu met his gaze, and his eyes, which were almost out of focus, sharpened again.
Ignoring the blade pressed against his neck, he struggled to move his shoulder and channeled all his spiritual energy to form a magic incantation.
The disciple holding the sword twitched his ears and muttered to himself, "What's that sound..."
Before anyone else could answer, a dark figure emerged from Wei Xiuzhu's sleeve!
A dark mass, accompanied by a buzzing sound, surged up and flew towards their faces.
"ah!"
Screams mingled with the sounds of gnawing.
The long sword slipped from their hands, and the two disciples collapsed to the ground in agony, clutching their faces. Their hands and faces were covered with swarms of insects, and blood quickly trickled from between their fingers.
Those are Gu worms.
It's the Gu worm that their master, Nanyu Mountain, is known to use!
The righteous man was momentarily stunned by the shock, and in that brief moment of hesitation, he heard Shi Wuqing, who was standing beside the barrier, let out a muffled groan.
The divine weapon in her hand fell to the ground, and she clutched her chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Poetry Master!" someone called out.
Shi Wuqing's face turned pale. He didn't answer the question, but instead looked up in horror at the back of the barrier.
—Nan Yushan and Heng Qichun walked one after the other across the barrier to the crowd.
The dense rain fell in fine threads, forming a thin layer of mist between the cliffs.
They first saw Nan Yushan, whose body was still stained with dirt and blood, but whose majesty remained unchanged. He only glanced at him indifferently before his gaze fell on Fu Yusheng, who had just returned to human form and was seriously injured, and Wei Xiuzhu, who was lying in his arms at the moment.
Nan Yushan stamped his foot, his tone icy: "You all hold the title of 'righteous men' in name only, and this is how you bully my disciple?"
The junior disciple, tormented by Wei Xiuzhu's Gu worms to the point of near annihilation, was too exhausted to even cry. He endured the agony of the Gu worms devouring his flesh while watching Nan Yushan approach them with a heart full of despair.
Then, those eyes simply ignored them, leaving them to continue suffering from the Gu worms.
"Master," Fu Yusheng called out.
Nan Yushan responded, bowed, and personally formed a healing incantation, placing his fingertips on Wei Xiuzhu's bleeding neck.
Based on his understanding of his apprentice, he could tell at a glance that his little apprentice had done something silly again, and he couldn't help but scold him lightly: "When will you ever learn to remember things?"
Under the Rejuvenation Technique, Wei Xiuzhu's complexion quickly recovered. He leaned against Fu Yusheng's chest, feeling the warmth his master was channeling into his body. The anxiety he had felt for days finally subsided.
Feeling guilty, he lowered his head and stammered, "I understand. From now on, no one outside the Eighteen Realms is a good person."
Nanyu Mountain: "..."
"Who do we have here?" In the silence, Elder Li sighed with sarcasm, "So it's the Southern Master of the Eighteen Realms, and our God who protects all living beings..."
These words were clearly meant to provoke a fight, but surprisingly, someone actually agreed with him: "What kind of god protects all living beings? Heng Qichun raised Lou Yan, this demon. How can he have the face to sit in the position of a god?"
Wei Xiuzhu was about to jump up and fight, but Fu Yusheng barely managed to hold him down.
Outside the Abyss of No Form, the terrain is steep and high, and a demonic platform has been built on the cliff. They are gathered here now.
The rain lessened slightly, and Heng Qichun parted the raindrops to climb the steps. Through the rain, a handsome and refined figure could be vaguely seen.
He turned his head to look at the monk who had just spoken, and suddenly asked very seriously, "If you were given the divine throne, would you sit on it?"
"you……"
Knowing that he was puzzled, Heng Qichun did not spend much time on it. After asking, he withdrew his gaze and, under the watchful eyes of everyone, condensed a magic spell.
Even though he still had immortal veins, his body was no longer suitable for using spiritual power. Nan Yushan wanted to stop him, but before he could speak, he saw that the water-colored spiritual power at Heng Qichun's fingertips had transformed into an invisible barrier, hidden behind the fine rain, like a huge spider web.
Another scene gradually emerged from the net.
The sacred mountain and its spiritual barrier are about to wither.
Countless shrines stand on the mountain, the statues are broken and dilapidated, like a desolate and uninhabited secret realm.
Someone hesitated: "This is..."
"It's Hezizhou!"
In the scene, a young man dressed in a crane robe kneels and solemnly kowtows to a Buddhist shrine in front of him.
The name of Elder Hengyang is inscribed on the niche.
That was exactly what Heng Qichun had witnessed many days earlier through the six-nosed mirror.
The difference is that the demonic bone is no longer on his body, so the one kneeling before the master's shrine is still the boy whom Elder Hengyang has been diligently protecting.
Everyone was taken aback.
"What's going on... Isn't the sacred mountain on Hezi Island the realm of gods...?"
"As you can see, the gods have not abandoned the Five Realms. On the contrary, to protect all living beings, the gods of the world have long since fallen. On the sacred mountain of Crane Island, only countless shrines and tombs remain, as well as the divine grace that nourishes plants and trees and suppresses demonic energy."
"Even so, it could not stop the demonic bones from flowing into the Nine Netherworld. The gods were helpless, but they still did their best to protect the lower five realms."
Heng Qichun turned around and looked at the indignant immortals outside the Wuxiang Abyss.
It was a resounding statement.
"You are all determined to kill Lou Yan today."
"Have you ever thought about the mortal realm below the immortal realm, where people are powerless even to kill a chicken?"
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