Chapter 84

(Second update, please give recommendations and add to favorites. Since yesterday, I've been struggling to upload chapters in the evening, unable to find the server, I can't find my sister.)

Hiss!

Su Qinnian couldn't help but draw a deep breath. The power emitted by the Ruyi Jun Iron far exceeded his imagination.

He reached out and grabbed it in the air, the Turtle and Snake Devouring the Moon, and dozens of feet away, a point of bright yellow transformed back into a bolt of lightning, returning to his palm.

The Ruyi Jun Iron, as small as a pinky, was gently caressed in his palm. Perhaps because all the demonic aura had been refined away, Su Qinnian felt a faint sense of familiarity.

The divine iron has a spirit!

Such a thought arose in Su Qinnian's mind. This fragment of divine iron was as light as a feather in his hand, and he could control it like an extension of his arm. Once it left his hand, it would immediately return to its astonishing weight. Su Qinnian estimated that even a typical Seventh Layer of the Turtle and Snake Technique, with the strength of a blood-sweating steed, would likely be injured by a mere touch and killed by a direct hit.

Su Qinnian pondered. With his current strength, measured by the cultivation levels of the three demon soldiers he had killed, he could resist or even kill ordinary Third-Class Heaven-Opening Realm martial artists who had unblocked fewer than four of the twelve main meridians. Once they unblocked three, reaching the fourth, he would mostly be no match. Beyond four, he could only avoid their attacks. But now, with the Ruyi Jun Iron in hand, he felt more confident.

He resisted the urge to follow the guidance of the demon soldier from the Manxiang tribe to go to the other locations of the Spirit Child Sacrifice. Not only was it too late to go there now, but according to the demon soldier's account, he was brought to the mainland of the Heavenly Dynasty from the Eastern Sea by his elders due to his special status, to undergo training in the Moyun Mountains under the demon lord Moke, which gave him the opportunity to independently preside over a Spirit Child Sacrifice and gain all the benefits of the sacrifice.

The other Spirit Child Sacrifices presided over by demon soldiers were far from as weak as his. Most were close to unblocking the twelve main meridians, with the cultivation of a hungry tiger leaping over a ravine. Some had even unblocked several of the eight extraordinary meridians, nearly reaching the level of a dragon entering a great river, not far from the Dragon and Tiger Convergence, and the formation of the myriad transformation demon pearl.

Now, the most important thing was to find Qingyu's whereabouts. The burial pits moved every hundred people, and the demons were cunning. If he was even a step late, he might miss the opportunity.

...

In the deepest part of the Moyun Mountains.

Here, it was pitch black, but there was an ancient dark red mountain, about five to six hundred feet high, with blood light flowing, like a demonic lamp in the dark night.

On the ancient mountain, there were pavilions and terraces, and a blood-red bridge spanning a mountain stream. The stream gushed, emitting a strong bloody smell.

There were no other tree species on the mountain, only blood-red bamboo, with leaves like blood jade, pure and flawless, and the air was filled with a strange and solemn aura.

At this moment, in a dense blood bamboo forest, a middle-aged man was drinking. However, he did not use a wine bottle to hold the wine, but the skull of a young woman. The brain had been scooped out, and the wine inside was like blood plasma.

The middle-aged man looked slightly plump but was handsome, with a beard. He wore a blue robe and, while drinking, was reading a book, which was the "I Ching."

Blood bamboo forest, human skulls holding wine, reading the "I Ching," it was a bizarre scene.

"The human study of the I Ching is indeed profound, encompassing the changes of heaven and earth. The Duke of Zhou, who created this 'I Ching,' grasped the will of heaven but still fell to our demon sage, which is not surprising..."

Suddenly, the middle-aged man stopped speaking. His face changed drastically as he saw a green jade pendant fall to the ground. This was his personal waist pendant, and also the life token of his nephew, Manfeng.

Life token broken, soul scattered!

Bang!

He smashed the skull into a pulp with one palm. The blue robe billowed, and a deep blue, substantial internal energy seemed to sweep out like a gale, crushing the blood bamboo within dozens of feet into bloody powder.

"My dear nephew, you did not listen to your uncle's advice and went to preside over the Spirit Child Sacrifice. Now you have been killed. Pitiful, you possessed a trace of the Celestial Phenomenon bloodline, the most talented descendant of our Manxiang tribe, with the potential to achieve First-Class status, or even reach the Netherworld Realm and glimpse the Supreme Spirit Realm." The middle-aged man howled, "The one who could see through your true nature and kill you among the demon soldiers must be a Third-Class or higher figure, who has entered the mental realm. But rest assured, no one can kill a member of our Manxiang tribe without paying a price. Once Lord Moke's grand plan is accomplished, I will immediately set up a soul-summoning altar and find the true culprit before your true spirit is extinguished in the river of time!"

...

Buzz!

The green iron long knife resonated. At a burial pit, Su Qinnian took a step. His pace was not fast, but every strike of the knife severed a demon soldier's head. The blade was as bright as the sun, dispelling the darkness and purifying the demonic aura, sharp and invincible. In a moment, dozens of demon soldiers were killed.

Finally, he struck a blow, like light breaking through the underworld. The blade was so brilliant that no demonic or true energy could resist it. The sharpness of the blade cut through everything.

Puff!

A human head flew several feet high and, upon landing, transformed into an eagle's head, as large as a millstone, with green feathers like metal. This was a demon soldier from the Green Feather Eagle tribe.

The iron door of the underground chamber was cut open, and dozens of martial artists rushed out, some supported, covered in injuries. Su Qinnian glanced over and turned to leave.

"Sir, please leave your name. We will remember your great kindness and never forget it!"

"Sir! Sir!"

Su Qinnian did not stop, just waving his hand. He moved quickly, and in a few breaths, he was already dozens of feet away, leaving many old martial artists who had been in the world for decades in awe.

"To act righteously, this is true chivalry, not for fame, but for justice!"

"Which sect or family's outstanding disciple is this, or is it a candidate for the Dragon Guard of the Dragon Guard Mountain? Or perhaps a Dragon Guard himself..."

Regardless of the speculations of these martial artists, Su Qinnian moved even faster. The second level of the "Minghun Dafa" was complete, and he was about to enter the third level. The unease in his mind grew stronger. He traversed through various rugged rocks and climbed steep cliffs, determined to locate the burial pits. He also had to constantly observe the terrain and confirm his position, as the unfamiliar geography of the Moyun Mountains, shrouded in demonic fog, could easily lead to deviations of dozens or even hundreds of miles.

In a blink, half a day had passed. The sky was pitch black, and it seemed to be evening. Su Qinnian was covered in blood. In just half a day, he had traveled hundreds of miles, overturned three burial pits, and killed nearly two hundred demon soldiers, including five demon soldiers, the strongest of whom had almost unblocked the fourth of the twelve main meridians. He honed his blade technique in the midst of life and death, and the realm of the "Xiuming Dao" became more intense, almost on the verge of comprehending the third strike.

Half an hour later.

Another burial pit. Su Qinnian walked through the stinky underground corridor. Not all demons were willing to learn human principles and read books. The demons in this burial pit still preferred to expose their chests and backs, speaking rudely, and their guards were disorganized and lacked discipline. The only thing that surpassed other burial pits was the intense bloody smell.

The corridor was filled with white bones, human skulls with sunken eye sockets, all the flesh gone.

The soul-binding technique enslaved the souls. Su Qinnian chanted, and as he passed, all the demon soldiers took their own lives, stabbing themselves in the chest. At this moment, Su Qinnian was cold and merciless, like a god of death.

This time, he did not disappoint. His mental power delved twenty feet deep, and he finally found Qingyu's trace. He was covered in wounds, his Daoist robe tattered, bound to a log.

In front of him, two young demon soldiers, with bulging muscles and a rough appearance, though they had human faces, did not hide their demonic aura. One held a bullwhip soaked in chili water, striking repeatedly, each strike causing blood to splash. The other, with a bandage on his right shoulder, had a cold, icy look, staring at Qingyu, almost grinding his teeth: "Damn Wudang brat! How dare you hurt me, I will make you die in prolonged agony!"

Qingyu remained silent, gritting his teeth, his face pale. Despite the hundreds of intersecting whip marks and bloodstains, he did not make a sound.

"I don't believe you won't bow down!"

The demon soldier with the whip coldly shouted, finally enraged. But the next moment, he stiffened, as if pierced by a needle, and a calm voice, as if from the depths of the netherworld, sounded from behind him.

"I don't know if he will bow down, but I know you are going to die." (Second update, please give recommendations and add to favorites. Since yesterday, I've been struggling to upload chapters in the evening, unable to find the server, I can't find my sister.)