Chapter 178: The Great Accomplishment of Magical Skills
Seeing her so compliant, Erlang felt a little relieved. He dragged over a wooden stool, sat down heavily, and his gaze remained fixed on the figure on the bed, like a leech clinging to a bone.
In the underground chamber of the Murong Manor in Shuangjin City, Dongyue Divine Continent, Murong Hanchan's cultivation had reached its peak, attaining the Saintly Realm! She had mastered the dual cultivation of extreme cold and extreme heat. When her extreme cold body was activated, it could freeze ten miles in an instant; when her extreme heat body erupted, it could incinerate everything in its path in a flash—its power was terrifying!
"Ha!" With a clear shout, Murong Hanchan raised her eyebrows, arms outstretched, and unleashed a surge of immense power from within her. "Boom!" With a deafening roar, the solid underground chamber, along with the magnificent mansion on the surface, was blasted open by this overwhelming force, and a huge hole was torn through the massive roof. A violent beam of light, interwoven with red and blue, carrying the surging power of a raging wind, shot straight into the sky, piercing the heavens.
The people in the city were suddenly struck by a deafening roar and looked in astonishment. "What...what is that?!" "A gigantic pillar reaching to the sky!!" "It's piercing the clouds..." "That direction...it seems to be where the Murong family resides?!"
In an instant, the crowd looked up, hundreds of faces a mixture of fear and curiosity, and countless voices rose in a cacophony of discussion. The colossal pillar supporting the sky, intertwined with scorching crimson and chilling icy blue, emanated powerful energy that disrupted the winds and clouds, bringing the city's inhabitants not only indescribable terror and inexplicable curiosity, but also a terrifying premonition of impending doom…
The pillar of light lasted for a moment, then Murong Hanchan pulled her arms back, pressed her palms down to calm her inner energy, and exhaled a long breath, causing the pillar of light to dissipate.
Her red lips parted slightly, her voice like pearls: "Shen Qianying, what Murong Hanchan is about to do will surely leave you in awe!" As soon as she finished speaking, her figure disappeared from the spot, and in the next instant, she appeared out of thin air in the courtyard of the Murong Mansion.
Murong Hanchan's delicate body trembled violently. "How could this be..." Before her eyes lay utter devastation. A thick stench of blood assaulted her senses, and flies and mosquitoes buzzed wildly, gathering into nauseating swarms of dark shadows on the piled-up corpses. Her sharp gaze quickly swept over the haphazardly lying, gruesome figures in the courtyard, finally settling on Murong Mingde, who lay on his side.
"Father!" A heart-wrenching, high-pitched cry ripped through the air! Murong Hanchan's figure moved like a raging gust of wind, sweeping past with a "whoosh." The weapons and corpses scattered on the ground, along with the swarming mosquitoes, were all violently swept aside by this gust of wind, revealing a straight path leading to her father.
"Father..." she cried out in anguish, tears streaming down her face. She carefully straightened her father's cold, stiff body and, without hesitation, pulled him tightly into her arms. However, the body in her arms offered no warmth whatsoever. "Father...look at me...open your eyes and look at your daughter..." Her lonely figure clung to her deceased father, lost in boundless grief for a long time. When she looked up again, she noticed three large characters, as if carved by a sharp blade, deeply etched into the blood-stained ground—"The Primordial Sect!"
Murong Hanchan's eyes flashed with a chilling light as she gently laid her father down. "The—Heaven—Teacher!" she clenched her fists, enunciating each word with a cold, murderous intent that seeped through her teeth. Suddenly, her right palm slammed into the ground. "Whoosh... Boom!" A deafening roar erupted, creating a three-zhang-deep crater in the ground, sending sand and gravel flying. Those three words instantly turned to dust!
She raised her hand and inhaled sharply, instantly creating a whirlwind that swept through the area. Dozens of corpses scattered in the courtyard, as if drawn by an invisible hand, tumbled and stumbled towards the three-zhang-deep pit. In a matter of moments, all the bodies were submerged at the bottom. With a powerful swing of her heavy right arm, a muffled "plop" resounded, and the giant pit slammed shut, dust billowing up and burying all the corpses, along with their resentment, deep within.
Immediately, her gaze shifted to the over ten-foot-tall Jingshan stone on the side of the courtyard. Simultaneously, her right palm transformed into a claw, unleashing power from a distance! "Swoosh..." The heavy stone peak several feet away slowly rose from the ground in response. With a swing of her arm, she pulled the ten-foot-tall stone peak through the air, and as her palm landed steadily, "Bang!" a dull thud resounded, the stone peak stood firmly north of the newly filled burial pit, sinking more than three feet into the ground!
In a flash, she stood before the stone peak. With her right index and thumb fingers together like a pen, she concentrated her strength at the fingertips and wrote swiftly on the stone wall from a distance! "The Tomb of the Murong Mansion." The five powerful characters were deeply embedded in the stone surface as if carved by a knife and axe, clear and eye-catching. Her brushstrokes were solemn, and her calligraphic skill was comparable to that of a grandmaster.
Having finished her business, she slowly walked back to her father's side. "Father, your daughter will take you to avenge your father! We'll raze the Innate Sect to the ground, twist off Shangguan Yanxin's head, and then let you rest in peace, without any regrets." With that, she lightly waved her right palm, and a chilling aura spread, instantly freezing the corpse. She reached out and grabbed the ice coffin, and her figure vanished into thin air.
In the blink of an eye, Murong Hanchan, carrying the ice coffin on her shoulder, stood proudly on the altar of the Innate Sect! Her white and blue dress shimmered under the blazing sun, and the blue sash at her waist and the white mourning sash on her forehead danced wildly in the wind. A murderous aura soared to the heavens, instantly enveloping the entire square! It was breathtaking!
"Shangguan Yanxin, come out and face your death!!" A chilling shout, capable of shattering metal and splitting stone, carrying the power to travel a thousand miles, shook the dust that had settled on the stone walls surrounding the plaza. The assembled cult members were startled by this terrifying roar and looked up to see the figure on the altar. "She's on the altar!" "She's there..." Hundreds of cult members, armed with knives, instantly drew their weapons, their eyes gleaming menacingly, ready to swarm and chop Murong Hanchan into mincemeat the moment she leaped off the altar!
"Hmm?" A low, sleepy nasal sound rang out. Fu Xiuming, who was leaning against the sect leader's throne, was startled awake by the sharp shout and slowly opened his eyes. Shangguan Yanxin, who was beside him, was already like a frightened bird, trembling all over as he stepped forward and said, "Senior! You're finally awake! That Murong Hanchan... really did come to our door!" His voice was full of undisguised panic.
A hint of laziness flashed in Fu Xiuming's eyes, but there was no fear in the slightest. He simply raised his hand and waved it casually: "What's the panic? I'll go and meet her!" Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the seat like a twisted shadow. The next moment, he was standing steadily in the center of the square.
"So you are Murong Hanchan? Carrying your father's corpse to seek revenge, you certainly have some guts!" Fu Xiuming looked up at the altar and said loudly, his voice filled with admiration.
Murong Hanchan looked down at the figure below, her voice icy and chilling: "So it was you who killed my father?"
Fu Xiuming casually raised his hand, his tone as if discussing something trivial: "He... preferred death to surrender, and his death was quite heroic!"
"Hmph!" Upon hearing this, Murong Hanchan exhaled a heavy breath of cold air! Her figure blurred, and a sharp palm wind had already struck Fu Xiuming's face! "What superb skills! It seems that your cultivation has truly reached the Saint Realm!" Fu Xiuming praised repeatedly, but his figure had already disappeared like a ghost. An even faster leg wind, accompanied by the sound of tearing through the air, viciously slashed back towards Murong Hanchan's waist and abdomen.
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