“Uncle Feng You!”
Yu Lingling exclaimed, but not far away, Bloodied Mad Swordsman, Xiaoyue, and others were alright as well. Both Chanyu Zheng Guyang Perfected Immortal looked ashen, and the distant Orthodox Path cultivators were surprised. Who was this person? To be able to resist such scary power by one’s strength.
The cloaked man looked at Chanyu Zheng and Guyang Perfected Immortal, who were not far away, and said faintly, “Qing Luo, bring Linglong and Xiao Chen back. There’s me here.”
“Yes!” The woman in green replied while carrying Yu Linglong and Xiao Chen. As she was about to leave, Chanyu Zheng shouted, “Stop her!” Then he rushed up.
The cloaked man flipped his sleeve, and a three feet devil fog appeared and blocked him. Everyone in the distance saw it and could not care more, and even some of the Nirvana Realm cultivators without a sect that had not been enemies with Xiao Chen before rushed up to stop the woman in green from leaving.
Chanyu Zheng looked at the cloaked man and said coldly, “Who are you? The person who appeared a hundred years ago is also you, right?”
“Feng You.” The cloaked man faintly replied, hiding under a black mist under his hat, his appearance could not be seen.
“Feng You… This is not your real name!” Chanyu Zheng shouted, and then the True Energy of his body started shaking, and a white flame rose up within him. Everyone in the distance exclaimed, “He is burning his Soul’s Life Source! ”
The so-called burning of Soul’s Life Source equated to fighting with one’s life. Once the soul source was burned out, the person would disappear from the world entirely, not even entering the reincarnation. It was a fighting style that was more sad and shrill than the deliverance by weapons.
The cloaked man felt a threat and urged his devil soul. Five black patches of fog went to Chanyu Zheng, however, when they came in contact with the white flame outside of his body, the black mist disappeared, and at this moment, he felt a cold murderous intent.
This murderous intent was not from Chanyu Zheng in front but behind!
“Tsk tsk tsk… It seems that I’ve missed a good show.”
A man in purple in the distance came walking slowly from the ruins. The man was as white as paper, like a dead man. He was followed by a lead-colored Corpse Puppet. It was Ye Wuxin. Behind him were dozens of lifeless disciples of the Corpse Refinery Sect.
The woman in green killed a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator in front of her with one palm, her eyes were cold, and she said coldly, “Ye Wuxin, your corpse collecting sect here to collect corpses again today huh?”
“Qing Luo Protector, you’re right, I came to collect corpses today indeed.” Ye Wuxin replied and then looked at Xiao Chen, who was in her arms with a passion that could not be hidden.
The cloaked man said coldly while he fought with Chanyu Zheng, “I advise you not to have any thoughts about him, or you will die very tragically.”
Ye Wuxin smiled faintly and said, “Oh? How tragic? Why don’t Lord Feng You tell me about it?”
“It’s 10,000 times worse than your master Yu Yangzi!” The cloaked man bellowed and hit Chanyu Zheng in front of him with one palm.
Ye Wuxin chuckled and said, “Thank you, Lord Feng You for the reminder.” Then he waved his hand and led the Corpse Puppet beside him and the dozens of disciples behind him to the battle circle in the distance.
As the Orthodox Path cultivators saw him approaching, they became nervous. Ye Wuxin laughed and said, “Don’t misunderstand, you can continue your fights. My Corpse Refinery Sect is just here to collect the corpses for you today.” Then he waved his hand and said, “Go, bring those complete bodies back.”
Dozens of Corpse Refinery Sect disciples immediately acted, a cyan-robed elder not far away yelled, “Let go of the body of my Junior Brother! Can you corpse collecting sect be more disgusting!”
Ye Wuxin’s face became gloomy. He pointed to a disciple next to him who was collecting bodies and said, “You, just stand here, wait for him to die, and bring his body back!”
That cyan-robed elder in that instant became smoking angry. While he was at it, he was sneaked up by a few Devils’ sects disciples. Ye Wuxin flicked his sleeves coldly and walked away.
Of course, these corpses that were brought back were not to be refined into Corpse Puppet, but to add Malicious Grudge to the already improved Corpse Puppets. The more Malicious Grudge the Corpse Puppet had, the more powerful it was. The people who died here today were full of resentment. A corpse could at least add a month’s worth of Malicious Grudge to a Corpse Puppet.
Those who died extremely unwillingly could at least increase half a year’s worth Malicious Grudge, and those like Lingfei could at least add ten years of Malicious Grudge. But unfortunately, he was swallowed up by the ghost general’s devil ride. Therefore, many people also joked that the Corpse Refinery Sect was a corpse collecting sect, primarily used to “collect corpses.”
The sunset on the horizon was falling, and the sunset glowed like a brocade. The sounds of battle continued to fill Tianyuan City. Ye Wuxin climbed onto a fallen floating island and found a clean spot to sit down. He held his chin with one hand and watched the clouds in the sky gathered and scattered leisurely.
After his disciples cleaned up the complete corpses nearby, they began to stay next to some people who were closed to dying. When they died, they immediately took the corpse bag, which many Orthodox Path people hated and annoyed.
“Ah…” Ye Wuxin yawned and stretched and said faintly, “Master, with so many bodies, do you that Divine Corpse can still wake up?”
“Woo…”
The corpse next to him snorted and did not answer. Under scrutiny, the body was lead-colored, but there was a big hole in it from the chest to the elixir field. It was Yu Yangzi that Xiao Chen had met outside the Canglan City on the Changyin Mountain Range, the Sect Master of the Corpse Refinery Sect 300 years ago.
Finally, the last glimmer of the horizon disappeared, and Tianyuan City gradually darkened. The distant cloaked was still in a pitched battle with Chanyu Zheng. The woman in green was also held back by Guyang Perfected Immortal. At this time, a Devils’ sects disciple hurried over.
“Report! Lord Feng You, the collection of the power of the Spiritual Meridian in the West City District, South City District, and the North City District, is completed. The Central City District is guarded by the Daoist League of the Five Continents. Moreover, it seems to be bounded by a mysterious force and can’t be gathered. Shall we retreat now?”
Upon hearing this, it was like a knife in the heart. This time, no wonder so many people came to the East City District to hold back cultivators of the different sects. They were seizing the power of Spiritual Meridian of the other city districts.
The cloaked man said, “Yes, we can leave now, lest their Four Sacred Guardians arrive.” Then he hit back Chanyu Zheng with a palm and quickly moved to the side of the woman in green, and took Xiao Chen from her hand. Next, he attacked again with a palm force and knocked off the people of the Orthodox Path that were led by Guyang Perfected Immortal.
The woman in green immediately turned around, took a deep breath, and said: “Bloodied Fiend Sect, Dark Shadow Hall disciples listen! Evacuate immediately!”
The Devils’ sects disciples took the order and retreated immediately. They came like tides and went away like tides. Chanyu Zheng shouted, “Don’t let them take Xiao Chen!” Then he burned another three layers of soul source and quickly rushed up.
The cloaked man knocked him back, took a leap, and immediately turned into a black mist and rolled away with Xiao Chen. At this moment, a Buddha mantra sounded in the heavens and the earth, “Amitabha…”
The face of the woman in green suddenly changed as she said, “Oh no! That old vulture of Wuyin Monastery is here…” Before she could finish, a huge golden Buddha handprint appeared in the sky, and a golden “卍” was imprinted in the middle of the handprint.
The palm fell, dust flew, and a five-finger handprint of ten-feet wide was instantly imprinted on the ground. The cloaked man that had turned into a black mist in midair was also hit back to his original form and spewed out a mouthful of blood as he smashed to the ground. Xiao Chen also flew out of his hand.
Ye Wuxin in the distance away was already waiting for an opportunity, he laughed loudly and said: “The Undead Body is mine!” Then he rushed towards the falling Xiao Chen in midair like a meteor.
“Be Kind…” Another Buddha mantra rang, and the air suddenly reappeared a huge Buddha’s handprint. “Boom!” It slammed onto Ye Wuxin and sent him flying 200-feet away, vomiting blood.
Finally, a golden light fell and caught Xiao Chen. It was a white-bearded monk in a golden robe wearing a string of red sandalwood beads on his neck. He held a diamond devil repression wand on his left hand, and Xiao Chen by his waist in his right hand. Many people exclaimed, “It’s Master Xuantong! It’s Master Xuantong!”
This white-bearded monk was the head of the Great Divine Monk of Wuyin Monastery, Master Xuantong. He had not left the monastery for 100 years, he had a high Dharma, and no one knew how high his cultivation was.
The cloaked man shouted, “Go!” Then he immediately rolled up the woman in green and Yu Lingling as he turned into a black fog and went to the east. Bloodied Mad Swordsman also stopped fighting with Xiaoyue. After casting a spell, he transformed into a blood-red radiance into the sky.
Xiaoyue immediately landed, walked to the front of Master Xuantong, and bowed respectfully, “Master Xuantong.”
Master Xuantong nodded and said, “You’re…”
“I’m the 137th generation disciple of Thousand Feathers Sect, Xiaoyue. My teacher is Su Nian Perfected Immortal.”
Master Xuantong smiled and said, “I see, the disciple of a friend. I haven’t seen her for 100 years, how has Perfected Immortal been?”
“Master is all well.”
At this time, Master Xuanji and other people came over, Master Xuanji frowned and said, “Why did Senior Brother come out, the Devil Repressing Tower now…”
“Half a month ago, I wrote to you and saw that you did not return. I thought something is happening here. I didn’t think when I came here today, I’ll see… Sigh… Be Kind…”
Chanyu Zheng also came over at this time. He had burned nearly five layers of soul source. At this moment, his face was white, he bowed to Master Xuantong and said, “Chanyu Zheng of the Immortals’ League see the master…” Then he looked at Xiao Chen in his arms and asked, “May I know what Master Xuantong is going to do with this man?” .
Master Xuantong looked at Xiao Chen, who was as good as dead and sighed, “This boy was from my East Continent, I’ll bring him back with me and lock him in the Devil Repressing Tower. When he’s rid of the devil nature, then we’ll see what to do again..”
“No!” Chanyu Zheng said hurriedly, “This person has the strengths of both Immortals and Devils. Today, he has a deep resentment. One day, he’ll be the biggest enemy of our Orthodox Path. I advise that we should refine him with the True Fire for 49 days, till his soul disappears!” As he spoke, the look on him became more and more malicious.
“Be Kind, Be Kind…” Master Xuanji and Monk Xu Gu whispered the Buddha mantra.
Master Xuantong said, “Heaven values all life. This boy is not a person of the Devil Clan. We can’t kill him…” Before he finished speaking, his body shook. As if his arm was hit by electric shock, he involuntarily released Xiao Chen.
Immediately after, a trace of near-invisible black Qi immersed in his wrist, the face of Qing Chen Perfected Immortal considerably changed, “The devil consciousness!”
Master Xuanji beside was stunned too and said hurriedly, “Senior Brother!”
“Don’t worry!” Master Xuantong put his zen stick on the ground, two fingers of his left hand together pressed to his right elbow. A golden light was injected, but his face suddenly turned white, cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He was unable to force out that devil consciousness.
A murderous intent flashed in the eyes of Chanyu Zheng, he urged all the True Energy in his body and took a shot at the head of Xiao Chen, who was on the ground.
“Dang!” Chanyu Zheng was knocked back five steps. It was Master Xuanji blocking by Xiao Chen. Monk Xu Gu beside him carried Xiao Chen up and chanted, “Amitabha, Donor Xiao still has to go to my Wuyin Monastery…”
The breeze blew, Tianyuan City in ruins under the twilight seemed a bit desolate. Master Xuantong put down his arm and said to everyone, “There are still things in the temple. I’ll take leave.” Then he took the zen stick and looked at his Junior Brother and said, “Junior Brother, let’s go.”
“Wait up, Master!” Yu Yifeng stepped up quickly and looked at Xiao Chen who was in the hands of Xu Gu, and then handed out the Unsullied Sword and said, “The Sword Spirit in this sword is called Unsullied, it does not like killing. Maybe it will resolve some of the anger in Junior Brother Xiao, I hope that the Master will leave this sword with Junior Brother Xiao.”
Master Xuantong nodded slightly, and Master Xuanji beside took over the Unsullied Sword, and put a palm in front of his chest and said, “Be Kind…”
“Junior Brother, let’s go.” The three turned into three golden rays and gradually disappeared into the night.
Yu Yifeng looked at the sky where the three people left. He thought, “Xiao Chen has probably lost all his skills now. All the Orthodox Path in the world wants to kill him. Maybe locking him up in the Devil Repressing Tower of Wuyin Monastery will be the best. Just that in the tower, there’re countless spirits, ghosts, and monsters. I hope with the Unsullied Sword by his side, and he will be safe.”
The evening wind blew, and Tianyuan City tonight was in another type of quietness.