"It's actually a Quasi-Tier Three Puppet, how cunning!"
He could feel that although there was a fluctuation of spiritual power within the puppet, there wasn't a trace of divine soul aura, clearly left behind by Li Weiyang as a substitute.
At this moment, outside the Qinghua Sect's mountain gate, an unremarkable flying ship slowly descended.
Li Weiyang stepped off the ship, holding a top grade storage pouch, his face filled with complacency. His 'Golden Cicada Shell' plan was completed successfully.
But before he could enter the sect, a black token on his wrist suddenly shattered—this was a "Soul Breath Jade" connected to the substitute puppet.
Li Weiyang's face changed suddenly, quickly taking it out, and injected mana.
Instantly, the scene of the puppet's death emerged: a massive blood claw, a blood-red robe, terrifying Golden Core pressure...
His pupils shrank as he exclaimed in shock:
"Late-stage Golden Core Demon Cultivator!"
Not daring to delay, he held the storage pouch and rushed towards Piaomiao Peak's conference hall, intending to report to Hua Taixuan.
On the other side, Mo Yunshan was leading the demon cultivators to set an ambush at "Luoxia Valley," a demon cultivator whispering respectfully by his side.
"Elder Mo..."
Mo Yunshan nodded. He had long been informed through spies that Fang Lingxiao, the Alliance Leader of Fenghua Immortal City's Alchemy Alliance, was evacuating on an ordinary flying ship.
This person was merely a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, yet held a wealth of pill formulas and Tier Two top level alchemy skills, a "big fish" specifically requested by the Blood Refining Dharma King.
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"Buzz—"
A grey flying ship slowly entered Luoxia Valley. The ship moved slowly, seemingly unremarkable.
Mo Yunshan's lips curled into a cold smile. With a wave of his hand, dozens of black chains shot from the void, entwining around the ship like venomous snakes, firmly locking it.
The small sedan he rode on, carried by four Ghost Children, hovered above the ship. His voice carried a tempting tone:
"Alliance Leader Fang, Madam Fang, come out. Our Dharma King has always cherished talent. If you are willing to surrender, with Alliance Leader Fang's alchemy skills, your future status in the Demon Sect will be above mine."
The ship's cabin door slowly opened; Fang Lingxiao and his wife, Lin Jiao, emerged.
Fang Lingxiao wore a green robe, with an Alchemy Alliance token hanging from his waist. His face was calm, though his heart was already in turmoil.
How had he been discovered?
Beside him, Lin Jiao held his hand tightly, eyes filled with resolve.
Behind them, a young man with the appearance of a bookish student also stepped out, their son-in-law Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng looked at Mo Yunshan, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes as he stepped forward to persuade:
"Father-in-law, mother-in-law, the demon cultivators' power is formidable. The Qinghua Sect will fall sooner or later. Why not surrender, so we can still save our lives..."
These words made Fang Lingxiao and Lin Jiao instantly realize—it was Zhang Heng who betrayed them!
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Regret passed through Lin Jiao's heart; she shouldn't have... But it was too late now.
The couple exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with understanding, their minds harboring only one thought:
"Fortunately, Mochou and Nianxi aren't here. We mustn't let them bear the stigma of 'colluding with demon cultivators'!"
"Wishful thinking!"
Fang Lingxiao shouted, suddenly embracing Zhang Heng, while Lin Jiao also lunged forward, spiritual light bursting around them.
They intended to self-destruct their dantian, perishing together with Zhang Heng and Mo Yunshan!
"Not good!"
Mo Yunshan's face changed drastically, trying to retreat, but it was too late.
"Boom—"
A thunderous explosion sounded as Fang Lingxiao and Lin Jiao's dantian simultaneously exploded, the violent spiritual power sweeping away like a tsunami, shredding Zhang Heng instantly.
Although Mo Yunshan quickly summoned a black shield, he was still shaken, spitting blood, his sedan flung away, half of the Ghost Children dead or injured.
Mo Yunshan stared at the devastation, gritting his teeth in anger:
"Damn it! Such ferocity!"
He had intended to capture Fang Lingxiao alive but hadn't expected such resolve. Not only failing to capture them, but also losing many subordinates.
...
Outside West River Immortal City, Venerable Black Demon toyed with four black stone pillars in his hands.
The pillars were etched with demon patterns, with a black demon crystal embedded at the top, the culmination of a decade of effort to refine the Sealing Spirit Pillar, specifically to counter spirit veins and arrays.
This was the true trump card!
Receiving the Blood Refining Dharma King's communication, his face broke into a sinister smile, tossing the four Sealing Spirit Pillars toward the Immortal City Array.
"Whoosh—"
The Sealing Spirit Pillars, like four black lightning bolts, plunged directly into the earth veins surrounding the Immortal City.
"Buzz—"
The array's spirit light dimmed instantly, the once thick light membrane became thin, the array patterns flickered, as if they might extinguish at any moment.
On the city wall, Li Yuan clutched the array order, his face changed drastically. He could clearly feel the spiritual qi in the earth veins being utterly suppressed by the Sealing Spirit Pillars, the array's power reduced by seventy percent!
Li Yuan was astounded:
"Venerable Black Demon, you still have such means?"
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"Hahaha—" Venerable Black Demon laughed wildly, his laughter carrying a demonic sound that pierced divine souls, causing ripples in the runes on the city wall.
His figure flickered, turning into a thick ink-like black mist, bypassing the light shield of the city defense array, entering through the rune's gap.
The black mist landed and solidified, Venerable Black Demon now held a demon fork two meters long, its shaft entwined with ghostly blue Black Prison Demon Fire, each flame flicker accompanied by wailing souls.
He fixed his gaze on the cultivator in green on the city head, his eyes seething with killing intent:
"Li Yuan, back then you used the Tier Three Array to wound me. Today, let's see how many moves you can withstand without the array's protection!"
Li Yuan's face was stern, his hands swiftly forming seals.
A three-legged two-eared bronze cauldron appeared out of thin air, its body engraved with coiling blue flood dragons, the Tier Three Magical Treasure of the Pill Hall legacy, the Cold Flood Dragon Qian Spirit Cauldron.
The other hand held a feather fan, its surface flowing with red, orange, yellow, green, and blue flames—the Five-Colored Treasure Flame Fan, his Lifebound Magical Artifact, a Quasi-Tier Three Spiritual Artifact.
Only the spirit patterns on the fan's bones were not fully lit because he had not been a Master Fake Pill for long and hadn't completely nurtured it into a Tier Three Magical Treasure.
As Li Yuan chanted continuously, pinching a spell, the Cold Flood Dragon Qian Spirit Cauldron suddenly expanded to over ten feet in size, spewing a hazy cold air that formed an ice wall in front of him.
The Five-Colored Treasure Flame Fan waved lightly, and a red tongue of fire shot out like a spiritual snake, heading straight for the Demon Fork.
Venerable Black Demon snorted disdainfully; the Demon Fork swept horizontally, the dark blue Karmic Fire clashing with the red flames, producing a sizzling annihilation sound.
His left hand quietly sealed, a pitch-black jade cup appeared in his palm, containing a dark green liquid, which was his Lifebound Magical Treasure, a Tier Three Demon Artifact, the Soul-Devouring Ink Jade Bowl.
"Buzz——"
The jade cup trembled slightly, an almost inaudible demonic sound pervaded the air, drilling into Li Yuan's sea of consciousness like a bone-attached maggot.
"Hmm?"
Li Yuan suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his sea of consciousness, as if countless fine needles were piercing it.
He quickly urged the Cold Flood Dragon Qian Spirit Cauldron, and the dragon phantom flew out, coiling around to protect his sea of consciousness.
Only then did he realize the opponent was launching a divine sense attack, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. Venerable Black Demon's demonic sound was so strange that it bypassed magical treasures to directly attack his divine sense.
While he was distracted, Venerable Black Demon advanced close.
The Demon Fork, with the force of a thousand pounds, stabbed toward the ice wall,
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"Crack!"
The ice wall formed by cold air shattered instantly.
Li Yuan took advantage of the force to retreat, waving the Five-Colored Treasure Flame Fan repeatedly, weaving a net of five-colored firelight to try and block the opponent's advance.
"Clang!"
The Demon Fork collided with the fire net, and the Karmic Fire instantly devoured the red flames, leaving a crack on the fan surface from the shock.
Li Yuan felt his vital energy and blood surging, the azure light of the Cold Flood Dragon Qian Spirit Cauldron dimming significantly.
He hadn't been a Fake Pill for long, his manipulation of various Tier Three techniques was not yet skilled, and the opponent was a Golden Core Demon Cultivator, with bizarre demon techniques and secret techniques of extraordinary power.
As the suppressive force of the grand array decreased, Venerable Black Demon's demonic flames soared into the sky, pushing Li Yuan completely to a disadvantage.
Venerable Black Demon's eyes flashed with a cruel smile, as the Soul-Devouring Ink Jade Bowl trembled lightly again.
This time, the demonic sound transformed into a pitch-black spike, accompanied by the dark demon god silhouette behind him, the two combined to form a divine sense shockwave indistinguishable to the naked eye.
Li Yuan's sea of consciousness was like a lone boat in a stormy sea, and the dragon phantom let out a painful wail, shattering more than half.
"No!"
Li Yuan's heart spirit shook violently, and a momentary trance appeared before his eyes.
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It was this moment of delay that allowed Venerable Black Demon to advance close, with Li Yuan forced to raise the cauldron to block the sweeping Demon Fork.
"Clang——"
The Cold Flood Dragon Qian Spirit Cauldron was sent flying, the dragon phantom shattering into pieces.
Venerable Black Demon lifted his left hand, and the dark green liquid in the Soul-Devouring Ink Jade Bowl transformed into a long whip, wrapping around Li Yuan's waist.
"Ah!"
The ink ignited upon contact, not burning his flesh but directly corroding his divine soul.
Li Yuan let out a horrifying scream, with his sea of consciousness gnawed upon by thousands of poisonous insects, and the Five-Colored Treasure Flame Fan flew from his hand, dispersing into streaks of light in the air.
Venerable Black Demon approached with a grim smile, his right hand transforming into a black claw covered in scales, pressing towards Li Yuan's head with a sharp whistle that tore through the air.
The Cold Flood Dragon Qian Spirit Cauldron flew back at that moment, but he kicked it away, the cauldron slamming heavily into the city wall with a mournful wail.
"Splat!"
Blood sprayed like a fountain as Li Yuan's head was forcibly taken.
In his last moments, Li Yuan felt profound regret for his earlier overconfidence, with only a trace of solace that the Li Clan's best seed was still in the sect.
Venerable Black Demon seized Li Yuan's head, snatching the array order from his hand and crushing it fiercely.
"Boom——"
The grand array of West River Immortal City collapsed instantly, and with the loss of the array's protection, the cultivators in the city fell into despair.
Venerable Black Demon floated in mid-air, his voice filled with a cruel smile:
"Kill! Bathe this city in blood! Then join me in sweeping through all the Spirit Vein Dojos of the Western Border; I will use blood sacrifices to enhance the power of my magical treasures!"
The demon cultivators howled into the city, screams and cries echoing, blood staining the streets, turning the once-prosperous Immortal City into a hell on earth.
...
Meanwhile, the Qinghua Sect's Mountain Protection Array had long been activated.
A light blue membrane, like an inverted glazed bowl, enveloped the entire sect, with array patterns flowing like a star river. Each line contained heavy spiritual qi from deep within the earth veins, releasing a dauntingly oppressive aura.
This was the Thunderfire Mountain-Suppression Linked Array, capable of invoking celestial thunder and earth fire, even manifesting thousand-foot mountains for both offense and defense, forming the foundation of the Qinghua Sect's standing in Chu Country.
Outside the Piaomiao Peak's council hall, Hua Taixuan held the Qinghua Heaven-Shining Seal, its body carved with the sun, moon, and stars, emitting a gentle azure light.
Above his head floated the Five-Colored Canopy, its radiant colors forming an impenetrable barrier around him, with seven cyan banners around him, their runes flashing.
This was Qinghua Sect's Three Treasures—Five-Colored Canopy, Qinghua Heaven-Shining Seal, Seven Wheels and Seven Revolutions Divine Light Banner.
His aura surged with spirit light, thick and vast like mountains and seas, clearly ready for a bloody battle.
Chen Sheng retreated to the core area of Piaomiao Peak, with dozens of Tier Three Spiritual Materials in front of him—a thousand-year-old Snow Lotus, Vermilion Fruit, Profound Iron Essence...
He held the Black Dragon Cauldron, its fire blooming like a lotus flower, each leap emitting rich pill fragrance, rapidly refining Tier Three Healing and Replenishing Essence Pills.
The upcoming battle was bound to be brutal, and these elixirs might just provide a glimmer of hope for victory.
Three Fake Pill Cultivators also each presented their magical treasures, making serious preparations.