My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Chapter 339: Chapter 339: The Final Battle at Yulong Snow Mountain Chapter 339: Chapter 339: The Final Battle at Yulong Snow Mountain The Royal Court of Houjin, beneath a towering snow mountain, inside an ancient and aromatic tent.

Zongzheng Huachun sat cross-legged on a cushion, his eyes half-closed, while the qi mechanism around him surged like tides, converging into his dantian.

Even An Jing’s “Nameless Heart Scripture” paled in comparison to Zongzheng Huachun at this moment. Such was the benefit of absorbing the Earth Vein Spirit with a single thought. It not only enhanced Zongzheng Huachun’s comprehension of Heavenly Human Communication but also allowed him to absorb nature’s spiritual energy at a rate far surpassing that of ordinary people.

The magnitude of this advantage was self-evident.

About half an hour later, Zongzheng Huachun exhaled a breath of foul air, and the surrounding qi mechanism gradually dispersed.

Zongzheng Huachun looked at his palm and thought to himself, “If I could fully integrate the Earth Vein Spirit into my body, I could break through to the Grandmaster Realm with a snap of my fingers, and even reaching the Transcendence Realm wouldn’t be impossible.”

Merely a wisp of thought had brought about such a transformation, akin to shedding one’s old self and being reborn. How astonishing would the complete Earth Vein Spirit be?

However, now that the Earth Vein Spirit had been tainted by evil spirits, whether it was a good idea to incorporate it into oneself was something Zongzheng Huachun was uncertain about.

“Father!”

At this moment, Zongzheng Yue’s voice came from outside the door.

Zongzheng Huachun said, “Come in.”

“Yes.”

Zongzheng Yue, dragging his injured arm, walked in, “Father, according to the news, the Ghost Swordsman has already headed to Yulong Snow Mountain, accompanied by Ouyang Ping and the persistent zeal of Xi Hafu.”

Zongzheng Huachun nodded slowly, “Jiang Shang has absorbed the Undying Blood and his strength has already peaked at the Five Qi Grandmaster level. That Xi Hafu has merged with the remnants of evil spirits, and his strength is also extremely formidable, no less than Jiang Shang’s. Should he completely sever or integrate his obsessions into himself, his power is likely to reach the threshold of the Grandmaster Realm.”

Zongzheng Yue said seriously, “Jiang Shang is fickle in his emotions. If Father King were to give him more Undying Blood, his power will reach an extremely terrifying level, and I fear he would then slip beyond our control.”

Zongzheng Huachun shook his head, “Qi Xuan Dao once said that Jiang Shang is the sharpest knife in the world, uncontrollable by anyone, and I have no intention of controlling him.”

“Jiang Shang’s body is already rich with Undying Blood. With this blood, he can fully transform into an evil spirit, and once his power soars, he will crave the aura of evil spirits, becoming our sharpest sword to wield against Houjin.”

As he said this, a gleam of light flashed in Zongzheng Huachun’s eyes.

Zongzheng Yue swallowed hard, “Will Jiang Shang completely become an evil spirit? Just like the Buddha of old? No longer human?”

Evil spirits were monstrous beings, not human nor ghost.

Zongzheng Huachun said, “Does it matter to us what he becomes?”

“It does not, as long as he can clear the obstacles for our Houjin,” Zongzheng Yue replied.

Zongzheng Yue pondered and added, “Jiang Shang is unfeeling and unpredictable, he has even created the Heaven and Earth Extinguishing Seven Palm technique. He is no different from an evil spirit.”

Zongzheng Huachun took a deep breath, “The two of them going there is enough. This king must reach the Grandmaster Realm as soon as possible, and then upon arriving at Yujing City, the time will come to strike off Zhao Zhiwu’s head.”

For Zongzheng Huachun, the most pressing issue was to reach the Grandmaster Realm.

After all, his enemy was that person sitting in Yujing City, who had broken through to the Grandmaster Realm—Great Yan Emperor Zhao Zhiwu.

Zongzheng Yue said, “Rest assured, Father King, the plan this time is meticulous. The Ghost Swordsman has no chance of escape, and the ninety-thousand-strong Pingyang Guard is paper-thin. In an instant, we can reclaim the Northern Wilderness of our Houjin.”

Zongzheng Huachun’s voice carried a hint of a gloomy tone, “This king must seize Great Yan swiftly. No one can stop my determination to unify the world.”

Zongzheng Yue’s heart also burned with fervor.

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The war of the Three Kingdoms against Yan was in full swing. Though Nanping Dao had become restrained due to Xiao Qianqiu’s slaying of ten Great Wizards, soon even more astounding news spread. It was said that the chieftain of the Southern Barbarians intended to confront Xiao Qianqiu in person.

In an instant, the situation in Nanping Dao became turbulent once again. The chieftain of the Southern Barbarians, ranked fifth among the experts, had long reached the Five Qi Realm, and his body inherited the King Gu of the Southern Barbarians for generations.

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It is said that the King Gu is the very first gu insect from the creation of the heavens and the earth, and it is also the progenitor of all gu. Mysterious and arcane it is.

Meanwhile, in Houjin, another piece of news spread out: Zongzheng Huachun has challenged the Ghost Swordsman to a duel on Yulong Snow Mountain, instantly causing a great stir across the land.

Martial artists from Jianghu of the Great Yan-Houjin border flooded in from all directions, rushing towards Yulong Snow Mountain.

Jiangnan Dao, Beihuang Dao
Yulong Snow Mountain, looking toward the main peak, a silver celestial dragon spanned the horizon, majestic and brilliant with silver radiance.

At this moment, as the sun rose in the east, amidst the vast expanse of cloud sea, a red orb slowly ascended, with rays of dawn extending thousandfold. In a moment, golden light radiated in all directions, bathing the mountain peaks.

This was one of the four great marvels of Houjin, the ‘Sun Illuminating the Golden Mountain’.

At this time, around the Snow Mountain, many masters had gathered, now hidden in its vicinity.

“Zongzheng Huachun has issued a challenge to the Ghost Swordsman; he must be confident of victory,” one said.

“Having absorbed the intent of the Earth Vein Spirit, Zongzheng Huachun is perhaps an invincible fighter under the Grandmaster Realm, and the Ghost Swordsman may not be a match for him,” another speculated.

“I bet that Demon Sect rascal wouldn’t dare to accept the challenge and send himself to his death, hahahaha.”

“The Ghost Swordsman is just a green youth; how could he possibly contend with our Holy Master of Great Snow Mountain?”

“The corpse of Jun Qinglin is still in our Houjin Royal Court. If the Ghost Swordsman truly has strength, why doesn’t he directly seize the Royal Court?”

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Master martial artists of Great Yan and Houjin appeared one after another, and their discussions were still audible here and there.

The Great Yan masters were all frowning deeply, with great anxiety in their hearts, after all, Zongzheng Huachun was the strongest master second only to Zhao Zhiwu, while the Ghost Swordsman was only ranked sixth.

Although the Ghost Swordsman had killed Taiyin Kui not long ago, the crowd still felt the odds of victory in this battle were slim.

After all, his opponent was Zongzheng Huachun, first in Houjin and second in the world.

The high-ranking experts of Houjin, however, appeared complacent, with mocking looks in their eyes.

This filled the Great Yan masters with rage, wishing they could immediately rush forward and fight the Houjin masters to the death.

In the distant Snow Mountain, a young man and woman appeared. The man looked ordinary but carried a treasure sword on his back, while the woman was charmingly beautiful, with an air of vivacity.

These two were Yang Chong and Jia Meixian, who had managed to escape the annihilation of the Four Symbols Sect by the Xuanyi Guard.

Jia Meixian asked with furrowed brows, “Senior brother, do you think he will come?”

Yang Chong took a deep breath and said, “According to his usual way of doing things, he will definitely come.”

Jia Meixian looked around, seeing the Houjin experts lurking within the Snow Mountain, and said with concern, “I actually hope he doesn’t come.”

Yang Chong said slowly, “The Ghost Swordsman is a master standing at the pinnacle of the world; he’s not someone we can judge.”

Jia Meixian gazed into the distance, silent.

“The Ghost Swordsman has arrived!”

At that moment, a voice whispered, and the previously boastful Houjin experts changed color, retreating behind and instantly hiding.

In the far end, a black figure appeared, led by a young man in white clothes carrying a sword box on his back.

His white clothes remained dazzlingly bright under the sunlight, his loose black hair shiny, and he stood as straight as an arrow.

The Ghost Swordsman!

For many in the Jianghu, this was not their first encounter with the Ghost Swordsman.

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If he had changed at all, it was that his gaze had become sharper, and his face more resolute. The sword box on his back, in the eyes of the onlookers, seemed to have grown heavier, as if it were not a mere sword box, but a mountain.

Following behind him were two others, one a black-clad elder, and the other a kind-faced monk in a red kasaya.

It was Ouyang Ping and Xi Hafu.

Ouyang Ping looked at the spectacular scene before him and sighed, “It’s indeed one of the four great wonders of Houjin.”

Xi Hafu placed his hands in front of his chest and said, “The monk senses it.”

An Jing asked, “What does the master sense?”

A sharp light appeared in Xi Hafu’s eyes as he spoke in a low voice, “A rich aura of evil spirits.”

“You’ve finally arrived.”

As the voice fell, a figure appeared in the sunlight ahead. It was another monk, but this one had a cold expression and was cloaked in a black kasaya.

Xi Hafu!

The two Xi Hafus had finally met face to face!

The two looked exactly alike, the only difference being their expressions and the kasayas they wore.

Many masters hiding in the distance were startled by this scene.

“Rumors said that Xi Hafu practiced the great divine skills of Buddhism and had severed his own obsession. It turns out to be true.”

“The strengths of the two appear indistinguishable, only their auras differ. Which one is the obsession?”

“Two Five Qi Grandmasters, plus Fa Wu, it seems Buddhist strength is no less formidable than that of the Demon Sect.”

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Clearly, everyone present was shocked to see two Xi Hafus.

An Jing raised his eyebrows, not knowing why, but he felt an oppressive sensation from the Xi Hafu opposite him, and the Buddha’s relics he had been carrying on his back were gone.

The Xi Hafu in the black kasaya coldly said, “Today, the monk will completely sever the obsession and ascend to the realm of selflessness.”

The Xi Hafu in the red kasaya replied calmly, “Amitabha, the donor is attached.”

The Xi Hafu in the black kasaya sneered, “Donor? I am not your donor, and there’s no need for you to pretend to be righteous and compassionate.”

The Xi Hafu in the red kasaya shook his head and said solemnly, “Pretend to be righteous and compassionate? The monk’s heart is full of compassion. You should know that the pervasive evil spirit in the world will inevitably cause chaos.”

His voice was heavy, resounding through the heavens and earth like muffled thunder.

By now, rumors about the Dragon Locking Well had spread throughout the world. These words churned up even greater turmoil.

As for what the pervasive evil spirit would mean for the world, those present did not know, nor did anyone else. Yet the notion of the Earth Vein Spirit breaking free from the constraints beneath the Dragon Locking Well meant benefits for everyone.

The Xi Hafu in the black kasaya looked at his obsession and said, “But you must also be clear, that the arrival of the evil spirit to replace nature’s spiritual energy in the world is an unchangeable matter.”

“You don’t truly care whether it’s nature’s spiritual energy or the evil spirit. You merely want to usurp what doesn’t belong to you.”

The Xi Hafu in the red kasaya smiled and said, “Yet, am I not you?”

The Xi Hafu in the black kasaya shook his head, “You are no longer me.”

The Xi Hafu in the red kasaya shook his head, “No, the monk has always been in your heart. You are me, and I am you.”

“Today, I will completely sever the obsession.”

Having said this, the Xi Hafu in the black kasaya stretched out his hands.

A black qi mechanism materialized in his palms. Behind him, there seemed to be black flames burning, and an evil spirit that was neither human nor ghost appeared behind him.

A strong, domineering, and chilling evil energy rolled in, giving off an extreme cold that was even icier than the Snow Mountain.

The Xi Hafu in the red kasaya, however, brought his hands together in prayer, and behind him appeared a golden Buddha, radiating great wisdom and compassion, starkly different from the chilling evil spirit.

An Jing, witnessing the standoff between the two, turned his gaze towards the summit of Yulong Snow Mountain.

At this moment, the rising sun reached 45 degrees above the horizon, perfectly aligned with the peak of Yulong Snow Mountain. A man was standing on the peak, back to the sunrise, overlooking the mortal world, his clothes fluttering in the cold wind.

He moved his hands, and a surge of scarlet blood energy rushed forth, instantly turning several Houjin masters who came into contact with it into skeletal remains.

In just a few breaths, several people died at his hand.

“Jiang Shang! It’s that great demon!”

“What!? Why is it him?”

“Run! He’s gone mad!?”

“Why hasn’t he died yet?”

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Everyone present was greatly shaken at the sight of Jiang Shang.

It was rumored that the previous Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect had defected, continually seeking the Undying Blood to greatly advance his cultivation, even reaching the level of a Five Qi Grandmaster. Yet his whereabouts had been elusive and had remained unknown, until today when he appeared at Yulong Snow Mountain.

The assembly stirred restlessly, scrambling to flee in all directions.

With his hands clasped behind his back, Jiang Shang spoke indifferently, “In this world, there are fewer and fewer people capable of making me use my full strength.”

His tone carried a hint of regret, of solitude, and Zongzheng Yue, who stood among the crowd, felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this.

Killing willfully without reason or cause, such was seemingly the way of Jiang Shang.

Ouyang Ping looked up at Jiang Shang above and said, “Old Sect Hierarch Jiang, turn back. Don’t keep erring.”

An Jing did not speak, merely quietly watched the old man above.

Jiang Shang looked at his own palm, “Keep erring? How do you know what I’m doing is wrong?”

Ouyang Ping spoke with depth, “Look at your side, it is empty now.”

“Hahaha.”

Jiang Shang laughed loudly, “Rational to the extreme, heartless to the point of cruelty, some call it enlightenment, I think it’s heartlessness.”

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Ping murmured to himself, “Heartlessness…”

As the sun rose, the whistling cold wind seemed to chill everyone’s heart to the bone.

Being unfeeling and being heartless are different things.

Ouyang Ping sighed deeply and spoke no more.

“Great Elder, no need to say more.”

As An Jing reached for the sword box and looked up towards Jiang Shang on the mountain peak, he said, “It seems Zongzheng Huachun did not come today, but sent you to meet your end.”

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