My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Chapter 231: Chapter 231: Three Grandmasters Gather at Yunlin

The young man in white stood amidst the gloomy and chilly wind, resembling a judge from the Underworld.

The Evil Spirit Yin Wind Palm in An Jing’s hands became even more fierce and terrifying, sending shivers down one’s spine.

The next moment, An Jing stepped forward.

Just one step.

Merely one step, and the lingering chilly wind completely exploded, transforming into countless sharp and cold wind blades raging forward.

This attack was so fierce that it was almost impossible to dodge, like a torrential downpour.

Sang Tianyou, being a Second Qi Grandmaster, although his mastery was built upon elixirs, was still a top expert among the Second Qi Grandmasters. Seeing the chilly wind approaching, the True Qi surged out of his Dantian like the vast rivers and lakes.

In an instant, this True Qi gathered on his arms, and then he struck forward.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of a sonic boom suddenly erupted, the moonlight seemed to be blocked out, appearing as though thunder was charging forward.

The powerful True Qi exploded forward, and his figure then turned into several afterimages.

This palm was surrounded by numerous shrill screams, disturbing one’s heart and mind.

It was the same Evil Spirit Yin Wind Palm, and it was also Second Qi Cultivation.

The moment they collided, Sang Tianyou felt as though his palm had hit a furnace, the chilly wind contained an immensely hot True Qi within.

In that moment, he came to a realization; the technique the young man used was not truly the Evil Spirit Yin Wind Palm, but something similar in essence.

What kind of martial arts could turn decay into magic!?

At this moment in the battle, there was no time for him to think further.

“Thud thud thud….”

Sang Tianyou’s feet repeatedly stepped back, each step leaving a footprint on the hard ground, continuing about seven steps before stopping, then a spray of blood burst forth.

His palm was bright red and even emitted white smoke.

All those present had solemn and horrified expressions. It was clear they had not expected this young man in white to be so formidable that even Taiyin Kui’s disciple, Sang Tianyou, was no match for him.

Although Sang Tianyou was not famous, his master, Taiyin Kui, was once among the top experts in the world, and his cultivation was genuinely Second Qi—truly an expert.

Not far off, Yu Ying watched the young man, somehow seeing the reflection of Xiao Qianqiu in him, yet there were differences.

“If you don’t have any other tricks up your sleeve, you are going to die today,” An Jing’s tone was indifferent, devoid of any emotion.

Sang Tianyou felt a chill in his heart, glancing at the unfazed Yu Ying; wouldn’t the old fox take action?

Anyone could see the reason for Yu Ying’s sudden appearance here was undoubtedly to assassinate the expert sent by the Demon Sect—Demon Sect’s establishment in Yan Country could become a significant aid in battling Houjin, but for the Zhenyi Sect, it was entirely detrimental.

With Buddhism making its way eastward, becoming a fixed outcome, even the Human Emperor of Yan Country had issued a National Teaching Order. If the Demon Sect were to enter Yan Country’s Jianghu as well, it would create a three-legged stand-off.

If it were only Buddhism, Zhenyi Sect could still maintain its number one spot in Yan Country’s Martial World with its prestige and heritage. However, with the Demon Sect entering the martial world, things could go either way.

Moreover, there’s a saying everyone understands—only by muddying the waters can one catch the fish.

Chances were, other people with ulterior motives were stirring up troubles. For Zhenyi Sect, the hope of maintaining control over the Great Yan Martial World had essentially become an impossibility.

An Jing also glanced at Yu Ying; even as he fought Sang Tianyou, he had not relaxed his attention, continually guarding against Yu Ying to the side.

This elder brother of Luo Chongyang, disciple to Ye Ding, possessed strength far superior to Sang Tianyou.

Seeing no change in Yu Ying, An Jing’s urge to kill surged, about to swiftly eliminate the chaos by killing Sang Tianyou.

“Whoosh whoosh!”

Just then, a purple Gang Wind struck, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.

Yu Ying’s eyes brightened, the person he was waiting for had finally arrived.

“Contain your energy!”

An Jing bellowed, his True Qi surging within like raging waves.

“Boom!” “Boom!”

The purple Gang Wind dispersed, completely transforming the inn into ruins. The experts present rushed outside the inn.

As the purple Gang Wind dissipated, a figure slowly emerged.

It was an elderly man with white hair, unlike the common attire of a simple and clean robe worn by ordinary experts, he was dressed in an exquisite purple robe and wore a flawless jade pendant.

The experts present all recognized him—he was the ancient ancestor of the Five Poison Sect, Feng Lingyue.

Qian Cishan was shocked and quickly transmitted his voice, “An Tributor be careful, he is Feng Lingyue from the Five Poison Sect, and he has irreconcilable grievances with our Demon Sect.”

An Jing naturally recognized Feng Lingyue. From the moment the purple Gang Wind appeared, he had guessed the identity of the visitor.

As the Demon Sect entered Great Yan, the Zhenyi Sect would be affected indirectly, while the Five Poison Sect would definitely be affected directly. After all, the Five Poison Sect was originally a branch force of the Demon Sect, and the Demon Sect would not sit back and watch Feng Lingyue act recklessly.

Sang Tianyou, however, breathed a long sigh of relief. Feng Lingyue coming over would certainly not be the same as Yu Ying, that old fellow. After all, it was widely known that the Demon Sect and the Five Poison Sect were like fire and water.

“Indeed, he is young.”

Feng Lingyue glanced at An Jing and couldn’t help exclaiming, “I didn’t expect there to be such a young master in the world. Except for the Black Ice Platform, only the Demon Sect could do it, right?”

Yu Ying commented from the side, “His cultivation technique doesn’t seem like the Earth Demon Technique or the Heavenly Demon Technique from the Demon Sect.”

Feng Lingyue nodded and said, “That makes it all the more intriguing.”

The two of them stopped talking and stared at An Jing.

There have been too many geniuses throughout history, and there are definitely more talented than An Jing and Zhao Qingmei. However, unfulfilled geniuses are just a handful of yellow soil, not even comparable to a late bloomer.

“So that’s how it is.”

An Jing thought of the deceased Wu Shangyuan and suddenly realized.

Since the head of the Ma Family and Feng Lingyue were friends, Wu Shangyuan’s investigation of him was mainly due to the mastermind behind him, Feng Lingyue.

Sang Tianyou looked at the two men and said, “Although An Jing looks young, his cultivation is profound. It would be better for us to strike together and eliminate him.”

“Okay.”

Yu Ying did not speak, but Feng Lingyue responded.

The Zhenyi Sect was the national religion, so it might still have concerns about court intrigues, but his Five Poison Sect had not so great a concern.

With the entry of the Demon Sect into Great Yan, the Five Poison Sect faced a calamitous disaster.

An Jing looked at Sang Tianyou and sneered, “They must be thinking right now that if they killed me, they would immediately kill you to silence you. You really are foolish without knowing it.”

Sang Tianyou’s eyebrows raised. What An Jing said made sense.

After they killed someone from the Demon Sect, they would want to kill him next.

Feng Lingyue raised three fingers and said, “Rest assured, sir. I swear I will not lay a hand on you. If I break my vow, may thunder strike me down.”

Sang Tianyou’s face did not change. Having been mixed up in the Jianghu for decades, if he really believed Feng Lingyue’s oath, then it would have been all for nothing.

What is face, dignity, and oaths… Are they more important than life?

Perhaps for some people, these things are more important than their lives, but in Sang Tianyou’s view, they are worthless.

Yu Ying said indifferently, “Do you have any other choice?”

Yu Ying’s casually spoken words, however, seemed to explode in Sang Tianyou’s heart.

Today, coming to Yan Country, his aim was to definitively kill An Jing, and now being on the border of Yan Country was his only chance.

“Hall Leader Yu is right.”

Sang Tianyou chuckled lowly, a cold light emerging in his eyes.

The three great masters aligned their battle line, looking towards An Jing. This was their main purpose for this trip.

As for the rest, they would discuss it after killing him.

An Jing also narrowed his eyes as he watched the three men, the whole world around them silent.

The silence lasted for a moment, and finally, An Jing shook his head and quietly said, “If so, let’s see if you have the capability to do so.”

Yu Ying did not care whether they joined forces to kill the young man in white before him; after all, this matter was not honorable to begin with.

Killing the young man in front of him was the most important thing.

As the True Qi within him started circulating, he seemingly had no intention of holding back.

Swish, swish!

The boundless Qi force suddenly swept out from Yu Ying’s body, a black surge forming several white iron pillars behind him.

The powerful wave of True Qi, like a tide, kept spreading out from Yu Ying’s body, putting under pressure the area all around An Jing.

Seeing this, Sang Tianyou also activated his True Qi without hesitation. Black energy rose to the sky, and his eyes firmly fixed on An Jing.

Feng Lingyue chuckled slightly, his robe billowing as his body slowly rose. The vast True Qi churned behind him, with a gigantic silhouette faintly visible.

The simultaneous strike of the three great masters enveloped An Jing with such pressuring True Qi.

Yu Qiurong and Qian Cishan hurriedly retreated towards the distance, still feeling the oppressive stuffiness, while An Jing, at the center, faced even more astonishing pressure.

The commoners around the inn had long since fled far away, and as for those from the Jianghu bold enough to stay and watch, they were crushed into blood foam by this overwhelming pressure, which showed just how terrifying it was.

An Jing’s gaze was as calm as water, and he silently pondered. Sang Tianyou’s strength was just that of an ordinary Second Qi Grandmaster, but both Feng Lingyue and Yu Ying were at the peak of Second Qi Cultivation, posing threats comparable to Qiu Fengsheng, if not slightly less.

Four figures confronted each other, their pervasive aura making the very air seem to freeze at that moment.

Bang!

The tense atmosphere was shattered in the next instant. Taking the initiative, Sang Tianyou attacked, a chilling wind sweeping over everything, covering An Jing completely.

Meanwhile, Yu Ying and Feng Lingyue waited at the side for an opportunity when An Jing showed an opening.

Facing the joint assault of three masters, An Jing stomped his foot without retreating an inch and directly engaged in fierce combat with Sang Tianyou.

Boom! Boom!

The moment their true Qi collided, it turned into a roaring tide that rolled far into the distance.

Whiz!

In the sky above, a shadow sped across the horizon; it was Yu Ying, whose several white pillars behind him swaying, drastically boosting his speed to an almost terrifying extent.

An Jing struck out with a palm, repelling the advancing Sang Tianyou, then leaped up, his fingers aiming straight for Yu Ying.

Swoosh!

A surge of sword light erupted.

It was the first time Yu Ying faced An Jing’s sharp sword light and overbearing true Qi, which sent a shock through his heart, prompting him to step back repeatedly.

Seeing Yu Ying retreat, An Jing quickened his pace, his body disappearing from the spot in an instant.

Shrinking Land into Inches!

Upon seeing An Jing vanish, Yu Ying began sealing crazily, his white pillars releasing a mysterious glow.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Several white pillars behind Yu Ying formed a huge cage, securely protecting him inside.

Clang!

The sword light forged by An Jing’s fingers heavily struck the cage, emitting a harsh metallic clashing sound. After a slight pause, the sword light quickly sliced through the black cage.

In that moment, Yu Ying had already disappeared from the spot.

But then, a slight smile appeared in Yu Ying’s eyes. Suddenly, Feng Lingyue appeared above An Jing, her palm raised and glowing with golden light.

Boom! Boom!

The true qi above twisted under the tremendous force, creating a deafening roar.

Five Poison Soul-breaking Hand!

A cold killing intent emerged in Feng Lingyue’s eyes as she fiercely pressed down toward An Jing.

As Feng Lingyue’s palm covered the sky, a purple wave seemed to sweep across, leaving An Jing with nowhere to hide beneath the wave.

Five Poison is a branch of the Demon Sect. The “Five Poison Technique” is comparable to the “Heavenly Demon Technique,” classified as a Heavenly Martial Level Heart Method, and the Five Poison Soul-breaking Hand is the core martial art of the Five Poison Technique.

The Five Poison Soul-breaking Hand includes two major classes: the Thirty-Six Yang Poison Methods of Qian, and the Seventy-Two Yin Poison Techniques of Kun, both intricate and profoundly mysterious.

This Five Poison Soul-breaking Hand was also one of Feng Lingyue’s ultimate skills, having been cultivated to the Ninth Layer.

Boom! Boom!

The tremendous handprint thundered down, and within it, bizarre howls sounded, vaguely revealing a purple poison beast.

An Jing sneered coldly, his hand stretching out as if holding a longsword.

Rustle!

One Sword Breaks All Methods!

An Jing’s sword slashed, instantly shattering the descending poison beast, dispersing into nothingness.

“A Fifth Realm Swordsman!”

Feng Lingyue felt a jolt in her palm, the purple smoke around her hand dispersing in all directions.

Looking at the young man in white robes before him, who seemed even younger than Yan Gang of Houjin who was highly praised, a chill couldn’t help but arise.

How could there be such a formidable person in the world?

However, Feng Lingyue’s Five Poison Soul-breaking Hand was far from over as the purple smoke once again swept towards An Jing, enveloping him in an instant.

Released poison gas!

This poison gas, when blended into True Qi, was extremely lethal.

Touching it would cause skin to fester and rot. Though Feng Lingyue hadn’t cultivated the “Five Poison Technique” to the highest realm, she was close. Once contaminated, even a Second Qi Grandmaster would be troubled.

Although An Jing believed in the exceptional nature of the “Nameless Heart Scripture,” he wouldn’t foolishly overestimate himself and directly confront Feng Lingyue’s poison gas. The Protective True Qi rose in front of him, and he swiftly flew away to a distance.

Sang Tianyou and Yu Ying rushed in, sealing off his path of retreat completely.

The three of them fought together, their figures blurred and True Qi howling past.

At the moment An Jing displayed his swordsmanship, Sang Tianyou was completely overwhelmed, having no power to strike back. It seemed like a one-on-two fight, but in reality, it was only Yu Ying and An Jing clashing.

“This Yu Ying is really formidable,”

An Jing thought privately as he observed Yu Ying, whose expression remained calm like water.

From several exchanges, he clearly felt that Yu Ying’s strength was only slightly inferior to Qiu Fengsheng.

Keep in mind, Qiu Fengsheng was a Three Qi Grandmaster, while Yu Ying was at the Second Qi Peak. Logically, there should be a considerable gap between them.

Yu Ying casually blocked An Jing’s two streams of Sword Light and even countered with a palm strike.

After a series of clashes, the three separated, and at that moment, Feng Lingyue also landed.

Yu Ying seemed to still be contemplating the two bursts of Sword Qi he had faced, “Such a shame, such a promising youngster.”

Feng Lingyue indifferently spoke, “In this world, no matter how good the talent, it’s useless if one doesn’t grow.”

Yet in his eyes, a chilling murderous intent flashed.

“I’ve indeed learned something,”

Upon hearing Feng Lingyue’s words, An Jing gently nodded and then chuckled, “However, I also have a lesson for you.”

“Oh?”

Feng Lingyue’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked toward An Jing. What could An Jing possibly do under today’s circumstances?

An Jing smiled faintly, and in his pupils, there seemed to be a surge of Sword Light.

“Complacency before achieving great ends always leads to exposure of failures.”

The icy voice slowly rose.

The next moment, the three figures in front didn’t bother with words and instantly rushed towards An Jing.

The assault of three Grandmasters, especially Yu Ying and Feng Lingyue at the Second Qi Peak, posed a daunting challenge even for a Three Qi Grandmaster.

At once, An Jing leaped forward, his index finger extending, the tip glowing with a dark red light.

Five Poison Technique! Thousand Spider Finger!

Whoosh whoosh!

In an instant, fierce winds blew wildly as black tornadoes converged and swept toward the front.

Seeing the tornadoes approaching, An Jing’s pupils reflected a bright light and from him emanated sharp and limitless streams of air.

Then, the invisible sword in his hand slashed out.

A sword cut through, as if splitting the sky open, revealing a sinister crack which then suddenly burst with horrifying Sword Light.

The Sword Light was chillingly sharp, making it painful to look at for too long.

Countless Sword Lights then fell from the sky, sweeping through like an autumn wind clearing away fallen leaves.

Both combatants made their moves without holding anything back, displaying the full might of grandmasters.

Boom!

Countless Sword Lights swept across, finally clashing hard against the incoming tornadoes. In that moment, it felt as if heaven and earth were shaking.

Crash!

The tornadoes abruptly shattered, True Qi transforming into a torrential downpour, while the countless Sword Lights scattered, slicing through everything like unmatched sharp blades.

The heavy rain fiercely fell to the ground, the earth corroded by the black-red liquid, creating deep pits.

This was the formidable power of the Five Poison Technique.

The intensely sharp blades of light also flashed with a chilling edge, relentlessly sweeping towards Feng Lingyue.

Just as An Jing was about to continue his assault, a clear call suddenly erupted from the side, prompting him to instinctively look over.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Yu Ying’s feet tread upon the sky, and immediately, the True Qi between heaven and earth was suppressed by a powerful force, emitting a terrifying sound of qi explosion.

Boom!

A bright light emerged in Yu Ying’s eyes, and from that light, a pagoda seemed to appear, finally landing in his palm.

Floating Prison Tower!

With a wave of Yu Ying’s palm, the pagoda flipped over and fell, crushing down with an unstoppable momentum.

Instantly, the world before them split apart.

In this world, there are many profound and magical martial arts, among which ancient sects like Buddhist, Mystical, and Demon Sects, with unbroken lineages, are most prevalent.

And the “Floating Prison Suppressing Prison Scripture” cultivated by Yu Ying, as well as the “Qiankun Eight Diagram Technique” cultivated by Luo Chongyang, are among them.

Unlike other martial arts classified into ten layers, this heart method is divided into eighteen layers, but even among the countless geniuses in the Mystical Sect, no one has cultivated the “Floating Prison Suppressing Prison Scripture” to the eighteenth layer—the maximum reached was only the thirteenth layer.

Yu Ying had currently cultivated up to the twelfth layer.

Watching the pagoda fall, An Jing’s eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light, he took a deep breath, then tightly clenched his left hand, and surging True Qi rushed forth like a tide.

Boom!

A wave of Qi swept out, and An Jing stood at the center of the wave, his momentum reaching a peak.

Five Poison Soul-breaking Hand!

A fierce poison beast materialized, tearing forward.

The two collided relentlessly, causing a deafening sound that echoed between heaven and earth, making everyone feel as if their eardrums had burst.

The Five Poison Soul-breaking Hand was directly crushed by the robust pagoda, scattering to either side, turning into rolling qi flows.

The pagoda also instantly lost its fierce offensive momentum and turned into whiffs of breeze, slowly dissipating.

Watching An Jing launch extreme attacks one after another, and skillfully dealing with each move, everyone was profoundly shocked by his ability to handle the situation with ease.

Sang Tianyou leaped forward, and in an instant, appeared behind An Jing, reaching for his heart.

An Jing instinctively felt a surging killing intent from behind, and flipped his hand.

Bang!

Their palms met in midair, followed by a muffled sound.

“Thud!” “Thud!”

The ground beneath both An Jing and Sang Tianyou cracked, extending outward in all directions.

Sang Tianyou’s expression changed, and though both were at the Master Level of the Second Qi, his True Qi was not as profound as the young man opposite him.

An Jing sneered, and his True Qi surged forward.

“Crack! Crack!”

Suddenly, a series of crisp bone-cracking sounds emerged.

Just as Sang Tianyou was about to give in, a mighty surge of True Qi came from behind, greatly stabilizing his heart.

And this person was none other than Yu Ying.

The True Qi of two Master Level practitioners merged into one, powerfully pressing forward, not only withstanding An Jing’s onslaught but even starting to counterattack.

An Jing immediately felt the pressure intensify, frowning.

Strike you when you’re weak, take your life!

Feng Lingyue, too, was an old hand in Jianghu, reacting incredibly fast. After employing the ‘Shrinking Land into Inches’ technique, he rushed forward in an instant and struck a palm towards An Jing.

“Bang!”

An Jing could only extend his left hand to meet it with a palm.

Boom! Boom!

The explosive Qi shook the earth, which then violently trembled.

Yet the bodies of An Jing and Feng Lingyue stood like boulders, unshaken, as True Qi surged along their arms, neither yielding an inch.

An Jing then released dual palms, alone contending against the True Qi of three Master Level experts.

For a moment, neither side could gain the upper hand, resulting in a standoff.

The convergence of True Qi, robust and vigorous, made the mere shimmering light around them chill Yu Qiurong and Qian Cishan from afar, neither daring to approach.

Sang Tianyou clenched his teeth tightly and said, “I don’t believe you also have the cultivation of a Second Qi Grandmaster that can withstand the combined effort of three people.”

Such a shocking scene, if known to the people in the Jianghu, would astonish countless individuals.

It’s known that Sang Tianyou rarely makes an appearance; Feng Lingyue and Yu Ying are seasoned figures of the Great Yan Martial World, legendary characters in the martial arts community.

However, at the moment, the three of them together seemed only to equally match, each holding their own, and they hadn’t completely subdued An Jing.

Dozens of breaths passed, and An Jing’s forehead was covered with dense sweat. Even though the “Nameless Heart Scripture” was furiously in operation, it was hard to resist the three Second Qi Grandmasters opposite him.

Especially since Yu Ying and Feng Lingyue began to exert more force, seeming to stake their lives, if the standoff continued, he would undoubtedly be defeated.

In the black night sky, the figures of four individuals flickered with True Qi, bizarre and dazzling.

The three opponents also had tightly knitted brows, especially Sang Tianyou, who had the lowest cultivation among them and the most severe injuries, with fresh blood continuously flowing from the corner of his mouth.

An Jing’s eyes surged with purple light. He suddenly felt that he could absorb the True Qi from his left hand and channel it into his right hand, accomplishing the reversal of Qian and Kun.

He immediately guided the inflow of Yu Ying’s and Sang Tianyou’s True Qi into his left arm.

“Boom!”

Feng Lingyue felt the True Qi in An Jing’s palm surge like a tide, sensing a crisis approaching and immediately let go of his grasp, retreating continuously backward.

Seeing Feng Lingyue pull back, An Jing narrowed his eyes with True Qi surging within his Dantian toward Sang Tianyou.

“Let go!”

Yu Ying’s eyes displayed a hint of disbelief as he quickly leaped backward.

Sang Tianyou also reacted promptly, staggering backward.

The four finally separated, leaving Sang Tianyou with the most severe injuries.

An Jing extended his hand.

In an instant, an extreme chill surged from an inn in ruins.

“Not good!”

Yu Ying instinctively felt a crisis—the last time this occurred was when facing Jiang Shang.

“Quick, run!”

At this moment, Sang Tianyou also felt the threat of death. No longer thinking about killing An Jing, surviving was now the best outcome.

Watching Sang Tianyou like a startled bird, Yu Ying and Feng Lingyue also leapt away into the distance.

Whiz!

A sound was heard and a stream of light emerged from the ruins, ultimately landing in An Jing’s hand.

This was precisely the Evil Suppressing Sword!

The cold glint in An Jing’s eyes flickered, and the Evil Suppressing Sword unsheathed, casting a cold light between heaven and earth.

“In this world, nothing surpasses life and death, and between life and death, there is but a single sword.”

An Jing’s expression was as indifferent as ice, then he slashed forward with his sword.

Unity Sword Technique! Sword Drawing Skill!

When one’s cultivation reached a certain realm, the technique became the path, and the moves simplified.

And this sword, nurtured from the beginning to now, was meant for the execution of this cutting wind.

This streak of sword light seemed ordinary, yet it seemed to merge into the night of Cangming.

“The Houjin barbarians have invaded Great Yan, they must be killed!”

Yu Ying’s hair stood on end, a chill touching his heart, he turned and slapped toward Sang Tianyou.

“Bang!”

This palm strike hit directly on his chest, causing Sang Tianyou, who staggered and slowed down half a step, to then be swept by the sword light, turning into a mist of blood.

Yu Ying moved as fast as thunder, covering several meters in a blink of an eye.

He had betrayed Sang Tianyou, obtaining some time for himself.

Feng Lingyue glanced at the blood mist containing two streams of Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence, narrowed his eyes, and also disappeared into the night using the Shrinking Land into Inches Technique.

Today’s affair had already failed, lingering further would be futile; better to leave early to prepare for consequences.

The decisive actions of the two, without a moment’s hesitation, were truly lamentable.

The sword light, as unstoppable as a bull fight, charged straight into the sky.

Even the thick clouds in the night sky were split apart by the soaring sword light, revealing the bright moon behind them.

Moonlight spilled across the land, stretching for thousands of miles.

Unfortunately, apart from a few individuals, no one else could witness this scene at this time.

Yu Qiurong’s eyes widened as she murmured to herself, “So there really are Sword Immortals in this world.”

An Jing sheathed the Evil Suppressing Sword, for this sword was not one to be flaunted lightly.

He then looked towards the figures of Feng Lingyue and Yu Ying without rashly pursuing them.

“Son-in-law!”

“An Tributor.”

Yu Qiurong and Qian Cishan quickly walked over.

Qian Cishan and several other experts from the Earth Sect of the Demon Sect felt a tumultuous surge in their hearts; they had racked their brains but never expected that An Tributor, facing three Grandmasters together, would not only remain undefeated but also slay one of them.

If this battle were to spread, it would be a terrifying and remarkable achievement, especially given his youth.

An Jing said indifferently, “Yu Ying and Feng Lingyue have not yet fought with all their might. As old Jianghu like them, they will absolutely not resort to desperate measures unless it’s unavoidable. If I were to pursue them, it is likely they would stake their lives in the struggle. If I were to get injured, it wouldn’t be worth it, especially since the main purpose of this mission to Great Yan is most important.”

Yu Qiurong suddenly understood; she had thought An Jing was heavily injured and unable to pursue, but it was actually for this reason.

Having said this, An Jing walked towards the ruins.

The experts of Houjin were either dead or injured, with several lying on the ground hardly daring to breathe, while a few experts from the Earth Sect of the Demon Sect were also wounded.

The surviving experts of Houjin had eyes wide with immense fear, seemingly struggling internally whether to beg for mercy, surrender, or hope the people from the Demon Sect would extract secrets from their mouths, thus allowing them to survive.

But remembering that they had consumed the Houjin elixirs, even if they begged for mercy now to avoid death, they would only live for a few more days at most, and thus they looked utterly devastated.

Only when you reach a certain realm will you understand that the Jianghu of one and another are not the same.

For ordinary people, being first or second grade is already considered a realm of the expert, but once you become a First Grade expert, you will realize that there is an unattainable mountain above you.

The expert in your eyes is but an ant in the eyes of an even higher expert.

Yu Qiurong asked, “Son-in-law, how should these people be dealt with?”

Qian Cishan stood by honestly, waiting for An Jing´s command.

One must admit, Yu Qiurong was an extremely intelligent woman.

Ever since leaving Dongluo Pass, she had left all matters to An Jing´s discretion, never overstepping her bounds.

If the inn had been full, in the past, they certainly would have used “methods” to expel the staying guests; wealth might not move a ghost, but fists definitely could.

But Yu Qiurong had queried An Jing.

And now, according to the style of the Demon Sect, they would normally just kill them all, but Yu Qiurong still inquired of An Jing.

An Jing looked at the several Houjin experts before him, as each person’s vision of the Great Dao of Jianghu differed.

Some say that Jianghu is not about fighting and killing, but about human feelings and worldly wisdom.

In his view, the essence of Jianghu is in fact about fighting and killing; worldly wisdom is only necessary when one’s skills are not tough enough.

The most useful means is fighting and killing, never sentimentalities.

At that moment, An Jing’s expression was as calm as water, showing no hint of emotion, yet his entire being exuded an authority that needed no words to convey.

“Kill them.”

Following several shrill cries, the night once again grew quiet.

……

In Dongluo Pass, within a pavilion.

The light was dim, and in the faint mystical glow, one could see a breathtakingly beautiful face.

What was most captivating was not the delicate features, but a hint of an uncommon heroism amongst her brows, which harmoniously blended with feminine grace, adding a unique allure.

Beside her were several secret letters, each labeled with names of women associated with An Jing such as Cao Ling’er, Jia Meixian, and Princess An Le.

Zhao Qingmei sat beside the table, looking at the secret letters by candlelight, frowning deeply: “Exalted Vajra from Buddhist?”

Known as the foremost Vajra of Buddhist, Exalted Vajra possessed immense and unfathomable strength, having reached the peak of the Third Qi Grandmaster, and had even obtained the Vajra Secret Skill “Great Sun Tathagata Mantra” from her husband, potentially nearing the level of a Fourth Qi Grandmaster.

Such strength was indeed far superior to the Third Qi Grandmaster Qiu Fengsheng.

“Sect Hierarch!”

Just then, the voice of Duanmu Xinghua resonated from outside the door.

“Come in.”

Zhao Qingmei said indifferently.

Duanmu Xinghua walked in and said, “Sect Hierarch, there is a new urgent secret letter from the spies of the Human Sect in Zhao Country.”

As she spoke, Duanmu Xinghua presented the secret letter in her hand.

“Let me see.”

Zhao Qingmei took the secret letter, then opened it and looked at it. Although there were only a few dozen characters, she read them for quite some time.

The entire room was very quiet, and Duanmu Xinghua was very patient.

Zhao Qingmei closed the letter in her hands, “Indeed, Qiu Fengsheng’s departure from the Black Ice Platform was not so simple.”

“I believe that his escape from the Black Ice Platform might have been a conspiracy from the beginning.”

Duanmu Xinghua took a deep breath, her face grave, “You must know that at that time Qiu Fengsheng’s prestige was at its zenith, he was the most powerful figure of his generation at the Black Ice Platform, unparalleled in temperament, comprehension, and talent, even not inferior to today’s Xiao Qianqiu of the Yan Country. How could he possibly commit such an absurd act?”

The fame Qiu Fengsheng had back then in Zhao Country was just like that of Xiao Qianqiu in Yan Country today.

But no one expected that, overnight, for the sake of a woman, he would make a grave error, becoming a wandering stray dog, directly pursued by the Black Ice Platform and eventually fleeing Zhao Country.

Now, according to the secret letter, there are many doubts about the case back then, it seems that the Black Ice Platform might have orchestrated it intentionally.

Zhao Qingmei, puzzled, said, “Qiu Fengsheng originally had great potential, logically speaking, his cultivation should have progressed rapidly. Why did he decline after leaving the Black Ice Platform?”

“Could it be that the Black Ice Platform had Qiu Fengsheng take elixirs like the Blood-Loathing Pill or the Primordial Spirit Pill, draining his potential. Thus, causing him to have no future prospects?”

The Black Ice Platform was most famous for elixirs like the Blood-Loathing Pill and the Primordial Spirit Pill, which could exhaust potential and increase one’s cultivation.

Duanmu Xinghua shook her head, “The Black Ice Platform would not use such pills on a true genius, and moreover, these pills can at most cultivate a Second Qi Grandmaster, and the resources consumed to cultivate just one Second Qi Grandmaster are immense, even strictly speaking at a loss. Even with Zhao Country’s extensive resources, it would be impossible to do such a thing.”

The pills of the Black Ice Platform are formidable, but not miraculously so.

Moreover, within the Black Ice Platform, the true prodigies are not to consume elixirs like the Blood-Loathing Pill or the Primordial Spirit Pill.

Because true experts cannot possibly be cultivated through pills, and even if it were possible, the resources consumed would be extremely terrifying.

Zhao Qingmei shook her head, “Perhaps Qiu Fengsheng’s elder brother knew about this.”

Qiu Fengsheng’s elder brother was none other than Qi Xuan Dao.

Duanmu Xinghua nodded, as the head of the Black Ice Platform, Qi Xuan Dao definitely knew the secrets of the past.

Zhao Qingmei thought for a moment, then said, “Keep a close watch on the news from the Black Ice Platform in Zhao Country, I always feel like Zhao Country is plotting something.”

“Yes, I will take my leave first.”

Duanmu Xinghua bowed with clasped hands and left.

Now that Li Fuzhou was imprisoned in the ninth layer of the Heavenly Prison and the Heavenly Sect had suffered heavy losses, both the Human Sect and the Heavenly Sect were a mess for her to resolve, which was quite a headache.

“Wait.”

Zhao Qingmei casually asked, “What do you think about Tan Yun?”

“Tan Yun, ah.”

Duanmu Xinghua couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, “It has been quite some time since I have seen her.”

Inside, she quite liked Tan Yun, it was just a pity she should not have been in the Demon Sect, previously there was Li Fuzhou to protect her, now that Li Fuzhou was gone, she seemed more like a wandering lost soul in the Demon Sect.

In addition, with her background from the Lv Sect, her presence was everywhere incompatible with the Demon Sect.

Duanmu Xinghua noticed there was no smile on Zhao Qingmei’s face, and quickly restrained the smile at the corner of her mouth, clasped her fist, and said, “She is not suitable to take over the affairs of the Human Sect, not calm enough, not resolute enough in decisions and actions.”

Zhao Qingmei’s fingers lightly tapped on the table, seeming to sink into contemplation.

Duanmu Xinghua felt a movement in her heart, as if understanding something, and could not help but sigh internally. Zhao Qingmei’s desire for control was strong, evident from how she dealt with the affairs of the Demon Sect.

She wanted to keep everything under her control, following the rules she had set, to operate.

This was one of the reasons why the Demon Sect was able to develop rapidly in a short period.

However, emotions were different; emotions were like sand in your hand, the tighter you grasp it, the faster it slips through your fingers, you must learn to let go at times.

But she knew Zhao Qingmei’s nature; even if she said something, Zhao Qingmei might not listen, and even if she listened, she might not act accordingly. That was just Zhao Qingmei’s character.

Duanmu Xinghua sighed deeply in her heart, unsure whether that was good or bad.

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