My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Chapter 203: Chapter 203 Masters Gather as the Winds and Clouds Change (Seeking Monthly Ticket)

An Jing stood up, stretching his limbs.

Breaking through in realm was different from enhancing one’s Root Bone, as the former could make one feel refreshed and invigorated, but the latter left one feeling inexplicably drained.

Looking at his own hands, An Jing said, “If the True Dragon Treasure Blood is already so incredible, then just how extraordinary must the True Dragon Essence Blood be?”

The True Dragon Treasure Blood was formed when a true dragon’s blood absorbed Spiritual Energy, while the True Dragon Essence Blood was the most quintessential blood of the true dragon.

After acquiring the True Dragon Essence Blood, the Royal Family of the Great Qin Dynasty sealed it using a special method, and then the descendants of the Royal Family all became monstrous martial prodigies, with their True Qi mingled with a domineering dragon aura after reaching the Grandmaster Realm.

Every Human Emperor of the Great Qin was a martial Human Emperor, a presence that shook the world.

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Luo Chongyang said softly, “True Dragon Essence Blood is enough to turn an ordinary person into a monstrous prodigy. It is with this True Dragon Essence Blood that the Great Qin Dynasty has sustained its national destiny for nearly a thousand years.”

Curious upon hearing this, An Jing asked, “If True Dragon Essence Blood were placed in front of you, would you be moved?”

He was unmoved by the True Dragon Treasure Blood, but what about that even more precious True Dragon Essence Blood?

“Loss and gain are of no concern; stay or go as my heart desires.”

Luo Chongyang’s figure was faint, standing between heaven and earth, his expression calm as still water.

An Jing did not speak, his eyes gazing into the distance.

Luo Chongyang asked, “Are there more people coming?”

An Jing nodded, looking towards the distant Black Flood Dragon.

“Roar!”

The Black Flood Dragon cast a resentful glance at An Jing and let out a low roar towards the sky.

The sound of the Dragon Roar shook the heavens and echoed throughout the entire forest, its breath also recklessly released.

“Hm!?”

After roughly the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, An Jing suddenly noticed dozens of figures appearing around him, two of whose auras were of the First Grade. He couldn’t help but ask, “Why are there so many experts here?”

His original intention was to attract only Da Yan Vajra and the two, Su Lian and Su Yue.

Luo Chongyang laughed beside him, “During the days you absorbed the True Dragon Treasure Blood, Feng Lingyue spread the news of your hunt at Dongluo Pass throughout the entire Great Yan Martial World and personally built momentum for you. Now there are countless experts lurking around Yunlin City, many of whom have grudges with the Demon Sect and are waiting for the opportune moment to kick someone when they’re down as you bring down the Demon Sect. There are also quite a few who are just here for the excitement.”

Upon hearing this, An Jing’s expression remained unreadable, showing neither joy nor sorrow.

The saying ‘a tall tree catches the wind’ was not only applicable to the Zhenyi Sect but also to the Demon Sect.

Countless people in the world held grudges against the Demon Sect, but due to the Demon Sect’s power, they had to swallow their anger. Now that someone had raised the banner to flatten the Demon Sect, these people also emerged.

If he were to win a big victory, they were ready to add insult to injury at any moment, becoming the last straw to break the camel’s back. If he were to fail, then naturally, they would become a scattered flock and flee like birds and beasts.

As An Jing was deep in thought, two graceful figures floated over from the distance.

The black-clothed woman had a coquettish figure, her curves enchanting and soul-snatching even behind a veil, stirring endless imagination despite her obscured face.

The woman in white, with her exquisite features and pure, innocent demeanor, seemed like a fairy who had descended from the heavens, causing an unwillingness to desecrate her pure beauty.

The newcomers were none other than Su Lian and Su Yue.

“Friend, we have arrived,”

Su Lian descended, greeting An Jing with all due courtesy.

Su Yue winked at An Jing and turned to Luo Chongyang, “Oh! There’s a Taoist here too. It seems you’ve gathered quite a few helpers.”

One glance was all it took for the two women to recognize that this Taoist must be Luo Chongyang.

The Great Yan Martial World was abuzz with talks that the Ghost Swordsman and Luo Chongyang had ‘conspired’ together.

Luo Chongyang gave them a brief look, saying indifferently, “Heavenly Heart Tribulation? I did not expect that this martial art had not been lost to time.”

Heavenly Heart Tribulation!?

An Jing had never even heard of what Luo Chongyang mentioned.

Meanwhile, Su Lian and Su Yue were visibly shaken.

Su Lian inquired with a salute, “The elder has impressive insight.”

Luo Chongyang performed a Daoist salute, “This poor Daoist’s dharma name is Qing Yang, just call me Daoist Qing Yang.”

“Daoist Qing Yang is too polite.”

Su Lian responded graciously.

Su Yue remained silent, but her eyes stayed fixed on Luo Chongyang, seeming wary in her heart.

An Jing communicated telepathically, “Uncle-Master Luo, what is the Heavenly Heart Tribulation?”

Luo Chongyang looked at An Jing strangely and said, “You don’t know? Aren’t they the experts you’ve invited?”

An Jing replied, “They can be considered acquaintances, but I’m not very clear about their background.”

Luo Chongyang chuckled softly, “Then you should ask them yourself.”

This Luo Daoist.

An Jing looked at Luo Chongyang’s carefree demeanor, and just as he intended to continue to inquire, another chant suddenly approached from afar.

“Amitabha Buddha.”

With the chanting drawing near, a Buddhist monk garbed in a white kasaya descended.

It was the Buddhist Da Yan Vajra.

Luo Chongyang frowned slightly upon seeing the newcomer, “A person of the Buddhist order?”

“Zhenyi Sect?”

Da Yan Vajra, noting Luo Chongyang’s expression, immediately asked, “Who might this venerable be?”

Luo Chongyang replied coldly, “I am certainly not your Buddhist lay follower, I am the one who your Buddhist order has tormented.”

As he spoke, Luo Chongyang stepped forward.

Boom!

A tremendous Qi Mechanism surged from behind him, and the air shimmered with ripples as an immensely profound Yin Yang Fish emerged.

“Tormentor?”

Da Yan Vajra pressed his palms together, opening his eyes.

Vajra’s Furious Eyes, to exorcise demons and subdue evil.

As a Buddhist Vajra primarily concerned with slaughter, his nature was naturally not as gentle as that of a Bodhisattva.

Behind him, a giant golden Buddha suddenly emerged, one hand in the Fearless Seal, the other in the Wishing Seal, its body radiating golden light for ten thousand zhang, carrying an aura of grandiose sublimity.

A monk and a Taoist each occupied half of the martial world, their presences powerful and majestic. Above them, the golden light and the intermingling hues of black and white were all dazzlingly brilliant, creating a phantasmagoric scene.

From a distance, many masters showed shock on their faces, each trembling in their hearts.

“What a formidable master.”

“Is this what the Master Realm is like?”

“That’s a Buddhist Vajra.”

“The other Taoist must also be among the top masters of the Great Yan Martial World.”

“The Ghost Swordsman has invited quite a few masters this time; no wonder he dares to step into the Demon Sect.”

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As they watched the two adversaries, a cacophony of comments rose and fell.

Su Lian and Su Yue exchanged glances, also recognizing the frightening power of the monk and the Taoist, especially since the Taoist merely took one step forward, forcing the old monk to use a secret Buddhist technique.

“What are you doing?”

An Jing couldn’t help but frown and said.

Luo Chongyang, gazing at the Da Yan Vajra, said, “Since ancient times, Buddhism and Taoism have never stood together.”

The longstanding grievances between the Mystical Sect and Buddhism had always been remembered by some.

As Buddhism prospered, the Mystical Sect declined, and as the Mystical Sect flourished, Buddhism faded. This was an age-old conundrum that seemed impossible to resolve.

The Da Yan Vajra glared fiercely and said, “This monk does not wish to be tainted by karma, but that does not mean I fear it.”

“Cease your actions for now.”

An Jing’s brow furrowed deeply, “I called you here to confront the Demon Sect, not to have Buddhism and Taoism clash.”

Upon hearing this, Luo Chongyang took a step back, and the Eight Diagram Yin Yang Fish behind him gradually dissipated as well.

The Da Yan Vajra also withdrew his Buddhist Law, and in a flash, the world returned to peace.

“We shall leave it at this for today.”

Luo Chongyang glanced at the Da Yan Vajra and said, “But one day, sooner or later, I will go to the Western Pure Land to engage in esoteric debates with you.”

Luo Chongyang had always wanted to enter the Buddhist Pure Land to debate on the esoteric teachings with Buddhist masters, but he had not yet had much opportunity.

The Da Yan Vajra, showing no weakness, replied, “The Pure Land is always open to those seeking to cultivate their destiny.”

Subsequently, both men fell silent, and the atmosphere became more relaxed.

An Jing couldn’t help but sigh; leading this team intended to quell the Demon Sect was not going to be easy.

After contemplating for a moment, An Jing asked, “Uncle Luo, do you know how many masters there are within the Demon Sect?”

Luo Chongyang slowly said, “The Demon Sect has many masters. Two of them warrant attention. The first is the Sect Hierarch Jiang Shang, whose strength should surpass mine. I can hold him off, but the second is the Great Elder of the Sealing Demon Platform. If he intervenes, I fear I can only last for the time it takes an incense stick to burn. However, this person has been in seclusion for twenty years and has not come out of the mountains.”

“As for the other masters, I am not so clear, but based on the current situation, we should be able to cope.”

The Ghost Swordsman has brought many masters this time. Besides himself and the Black Flood Dragon, there are also two One Qi Grandmasters, one Second Qi Vajra, to say nothing of the other helping martial artists from Jianghu.

With so many masters gathered together, even a thousand-year-old sect like the Demon Sect had to weigh their options. @@novelbin@@

Since the Great Elder of the Sealing Demon Platform is in secluded meditation, there’s no need to worry about him. The only uncertainty is that Jiang Shang.

Su Lian smiled slightly and said, “There’s no need to worry about Jiang Shang. According to the information I’ve gathered, he went to Great Snow Mountain half a year ago, and since then, there has been no trace of him.”

An Jing’s mind stirred, “Oh? So you’re saying that there isn’t a top-tier Grandmaster presiding over the Demon Sect right now?”

Su Lian nodded, “That should be the case.”

The Da Yan Vajra looked at Su Lian, noting that Jiang Shang wasn’t present within the sect—information that should have been a secret within the Demon Sect. Yet, this woman knew it all too well, suggesting that she had a complicated background as well.

The Ghost Swordsman was indeed extraordinary; no wonder he dared to challenge the Demon Sect.

In that moment, the Da Yan Vajra also felt reassured.

“For our upcoming visit to the Demon Sect, I will need everyone’s help. I won’t say much more; I will remember this kindness in my heart,” An Jing said to the assembly after a moment.

Looking at the group, An Jing said, “This time we have two objectives at the Demon Sect. One is to take the head of the Sect Hierarch, and the second is to go to the Sealing Demon Well….”

“The Sealing Demon Well?”

A gleam of interest shone in the eyes of all present.

They were naturally fully aware of the secret places of the Demon Sect, and their hearts yearned for it.

Su Lian chuckled softly, “I’ve heard that there have been several changes within the Demon Sect. The current Sect Hierarch is very young, the son of Jiang Shang, only thirty-five years old, and his cultivation has already reached the Half-step Master Realm, quite an achievement.”

A Thirty-five-year-old Half-step Master; this talent wasn’t much less than that of Lin Yiyang, and he had a promising future ahead.

An Jing’s eyes surged with a tide of coldness, “This Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect, I must kill personally.”

Because of the Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture, Jiang Shang and his son had blackmailed Qingmei, and even detained her under the Sealing Demon Well. An Jing was determined to be the one to take off the head of Jiang Renyi.

The last time he trusted Lin Tianhai’s words, he almost believed his own wife was that vile Demon Sect Hierarch. Thinking back, she must have been coerced.

However, Qingmei’s identity as a young miss from a noble family was false. Hence her identity as part of the Demon Sect must be true, and it wasn’t something simple, or else she wouldn’t possess an exotic treasure from the Demon Sect.

Su Lian looked at An Jing and asked, “Friend, when shall we set out?”

The others also turned their attention to An Jing, ready to set off toward Dongluo Pass at his command.

“Let the arrow fly a little longer.”

An Jing took a deep breath, looking in the direction of Dongluo Pass.

Su Lian thought to herself, “Could it be that the Ghost Swordsman is still waiting for more momentum?”

The Da Yan Vajra too was taken aback, “Perhaps there are still masters on the way. It seems we were well prepared.”

Luo Chongyang nodded slightly. After all, Feng Lingyue had put in so much effort in creating momentum, and it shouldn’t be wasted.

The group followed An Jing’s gaze, their minds filled with contemplation.

They all thought An Jing was waiting for a great cause to exorcise demons and uphold the Dao, but only An Jing himself knew with clarity that he was waiting for the shackles on the Earth Book to fade away.

There could be no mistakes in these final moments.

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PS: A chapter of six thousand in the morning, and another chapter of over three thousand now; almost ten thousand words altogether. I wanted to write more, but my head was really spinning. I’ll continue writing tomorrow. These are the events of the past two days; I still ask for a Monthly Ticket!!! Thank you!