Family Cultivation: My entire family are Villains

Above Shili Slope, a blood sea spanning dozens of miles churned tumultuously. Maiden Hong stood atop the pinnacle of the blood sea, like a goddess in the ocean. With her palms flying and flipping, the waves beneath her transformed into gigantic hands that pursued and encircled the six silhouettes within the blood sea.

Moxuzi, with three flowers above his head and surrounded by purple aura, had flashes of thunder in his eyes. Facing the blood hands reaching out to him, he swept his dust whisk, extending his beard for nearly a kilometer, enveloping it with the balanced and harmonious purple aura of the Taoist Path, firmly binding the blood hand and halting its advance.

However, this was but one of the numerous blood hands in the blood sea!

The surging blood sea could support Maiden Hong in condensing countless blood hands.

Lian Ningxue's brush continued to trace in the void, the boundless energy from her Eighth Orifice producing a stream of ink that accumulated at the tip of the brush, ready for her to wield.

She painted at an extreme speed, sketching an entire scroll nearly within the span of three breaths, depicting eagles ready to spread their wings, tigers lurking in the wild poised to strike, and the thunderous and auspicious purple lightning qilin; even the grim and fierce Demon-Subduing Celestial Master...

As these scrolls solidified in the empty space, Lian Ningxue exhaled gently, and the creatures within seemed to be endowed with life, instantly becoming vibrant. They burst out of the void scrolls to tear and bite at the numerous blood hands rushing towards Lian Ningxue, the momentum of their assault quite formidable.

Master Yuan Kong held a Buddhist salute with his left hand across his chest and the golden Zen Staff in his right emitted a bright glow, with a halo of Buddha's light behind him, his face always showing a trace of compassion.

In the face of the blood hands' encirclement and interception, his gaze remained calm. Whenever a blood hand was about to land on his body, the golden Buddha's light behind him would form a shield, securely enveloping him. The blood hands that touched the Buddha's light instantly evaporated into a thick mist, significantly reducing their power and posing no substantial threat to him.

Zhang Yuning, wielding the Peaceful Heaven Sword, sent out strands of Sword Qi. Dressed in a snow-white monk's robe, Zen Master Yuan Fa moved swiftly, like a silver lotus navigating above the blood sea, maneuvering amidst the blood hands.

Despite the seemingly perilous battle with Maiden Hong, the five experts had an unending flow of energy above their heads, and their methods were ever-changing. Coupled with the fact that they never directly confronted Maiden Hong head-on, they all appeared to be quite at ease.

In fact, besides the five, the person closest to Maiden Hong and engaged in the fiercest battle was Master Fanyin, Zhan Taiqing, who was the first to breach the Secret Realm.

Clad in a moon-white long dress and wearing the Vairocana Hat, the faster the opening and closing of her lips became, the more the Moonlight Bodhisattva Mantra transformed into streams of the sacred sound that surrounded Maiden Hong from all directions. Now, the Cursed Sound was not spreading outwards as before but was directed solely at Maiden Hong.

Zhan Taiqing no longer had a calm expression, but instead one of gravity mixed with ferocity. The rhythm of the Cursed Sound was much faster than before, and under its assault, even the blood sea beneath Maiden Hong appeared to cease its violent churn.

At the same time, the vital spirits above her head blossomed to their peak. In her left hand, she held a porcelain bottle with a willow branch inserted into it, constantly releasing a sacred aura. Her right hand seemed to connect to the skies, summoning thunderous Demonic Qi with a destructive aura, continually striking at Maiden Hong.

With holy aura swirling to her left and thunderous Demonic Qi entwining her right, she was like a perfect amalgamation of Bodhisattva and Rakshasa. If Maiden Hong was seen as a red-clad goddess of the sea, then Zhan Taiqing was half-Buddha, half-demon, absolutely inscrutable.

"Brahma Saintly Chants, auspicious sounds expelling demons, malevolent sounds purifying the world, only those who have glimpsed the path of Yin and Yang can transform the dual sounds so adeptly. It seems Master Fanyin is only one step away from the Yin Yang Holy Realm!"

Lian Ningxue dodged the assault of the blood hands and glanced back at the overwhelming Cursed Sound beside Zhan Taiqing, which momentarily subdued Maiden Hong. She couldn't help but softly exclaim in amazement.

"To cultivate the saintly martial arts of the Moonlight Bodhisattva Mantra to the Transformative Realm is truly worthy of being the foremost amongst the Eight Great Jialan of the Demon Sect, infamous across the world as the Enchantress of the Demon Sect. With such gifts and talent, she's undoubtedly among the elite in the eyes of the world!"

Among the five great experts present, Zhang Yuning would confidently claim second place to none when it came to dealing with demons. Although Great Yu had declined, the Monster Hunting Bureau still stood, and as a Demon-Exterminating Master, his job was specifically to slay demons and exorcise evil. He knew better than anyone how difficult it was to suppress a pinnacle fifth-rank demon with the Full Completion of Yuandan cultivation.

However, Zen Master Yuan Kong expressed the exact opposite sentiment, his eyes filled with frost and a thick disgust, utterly lacking the demeanor of a Chan Sect monk.

"A Buddhist traitor who has fallen to the Demon Path, no matter how talented, in the end, is but a lackey of evil, causing suffering to the masses!"

Upon hearing Zen Master Yuan Kong's words, a shadow passed through the eyes of those present.

The enmity between the Chan Sect and the Brahman Sect, which had persisted for over a thousand years, was no secret. As representatives of these two branches, Leiyin Temple and the Rakshasa Demon Religion were naturally irreconcilable. Facing a formidable enemy, Zen Master Yuan Kong could not restrain from sneering coldly at Zhan Taiqing, showing just how deep the hatred ran.

"The Chan Sect prides itself as the true lineage of Buddhism, not harming the masses. O bald donkey, why don't you come and slay the demons? Hiding behind our Master, and you still have the face to babble here. The Sect Hierarch was right, the bald donkeys of Leiyin Temple are indeed treacherous and cunning, capable only of backstabbing and causing secret strife. Skilled in internal conflict but incompetent in facing external challenges, you're destined to never become a Holy Land!"