Two cultivation arts

Wan Ziqiu roared and swung his sword swiftly, unleashing a torrent of brilliant Sword Qi that struck the earth as if struck by lightning.

The strange man did not try to resist. In fact, the moment he saw Wan Yebai and the other two, he made a decisive move, detonating his physical body. Three Primordial Spirit sub-bodies shot out and fled in three different directions.

"Chase!"

Without hesitation, Wan Ziqiu chased after one of the directions, and Zhou Anping also chose one and sped away.

Wan Yebai became suspicious. If a cunning rabbit has three burrows, the Lord of Mysteries should have hidden his clone in a more distant place. Why was it so close to his main body that it was discovered by his own disciples?

However, he could not stand idly by and watch the Primordial Spirit of Lord of Mysteries escape. Moreover, given the speed at which the Primordial Spirit could escape, only Grandmaster could keep up. So, he merged with his sword and rode off in the last direction to pursue it.

The two were not much different in speed, and the distance was difficult to shorten. However, the Primordial Spirit body was ultimately limited in strength, and it could not survive in the mortal world for long without the protection of a physical body. Its speed gradually slowed down.

Wan Yebai estimated the distance and, after confirming that the opponent had entered his attack range, hurriedly activated his Cultivation Body and launched "Total Extermination of Yao and Ghosts" again. This time, however, he did not need to charge up his power repeatedly. With just One Sword strike, the thunderous Sword Qi killed the Primordial Spirit.

Having confirmed that the other party was completely dead and had no trace left, Wan Yebai breathed a sigh of relief. He had first activated "All Evils Fall Silent, Multitude of Evils," and then chased after such a long distance, which had consumed a lot of his True Qi, leaving him exhausted.

He looked up to the west and saw the sun near the horizon, mostly blocked by a distant mountain, casting only less than a third of its red light, which was very weak, like an old man with one foot already in his coffin.

As the sun sets, darkness deepens.

A sense of melancholy welled up in Wan Yebai, and he sighed, "Night is approaching; it's time to go back." He turned to leave.

"You can't go back, Ferocious Spirit Divine Desolation!"

A fierce, powerful blade rose from the ground, piercing the clouds, and slashed down towards Wan Yebai.

Locked in by the aura, with no way to dodge, Wan Yebai barely managed to defend himself and was directly cut down from the air to the ground. He was already weak and exhausted, and when he was Beast King Anye's long-prepared strike, he was severely injured.

As soon as Wan Yebai stood up, a giant hand appeared in his field of vision and rapidly expanded, instantly blocking out all the light.

The Beast King Anye grabbed Wan Yebai's head with one hand, covering his face with his five fingers, and carried him backward until they crashed into a mountain wall before stopping.

"Ugh! Beast King Anye, was this all part of your plan?"

Wan Yebai was completely immobilized by the opponent's force, embedded in the mountain wall and unable to move.

"Yes, we took advantage of that idiot Lord of Mysteries. That guy cultivated the Multiple Primordial Spirit Technique, which made him stupid. I easily tricked him with a lie. I sent him to go on a killing spree not far from Righteous Qi Peak to attract your attention. I know very well that you desperately need a great victory to prove that your might is still intact, so I sent him to your doorstep. Haha, I really am a public-spirited and helpful person."

Wan Yebai was not angered by the other party's words, and retorted sarcastically, "The mighty Beast King has started to resort to such underhanded tricks. You used to always swagger up and challenge others, disdaining to use schemes. Heh, it seems that Alliance Leader Sima has truly made you feel terrified."

Caught off guard, the Beast King Anye's face darkened instantly, but instead of angrily denying it, he admitted, "Yes, this is the first time in thousands of years that I've encountered Human Race powerhouse capable of fighting the King of Monsters. I also never expected that you would disregard the difference in sects and pass on the 'Evil-Slaying Sword Technique' to him... I must admit, your magnanimity surpasses your martial arts skills."

"Ha, ha, you're too slow, Beast King! After hundreds of years of fighting, don't you understand our sect's ambition to eradicate evil? As long as we can sweep away all evil and restore peace to the world, what does the difference between sects matter? Today I die at your hands, but naturally, descendants will inherit my will and continue the unfinished path of slaying evil. Your death is not far off!"

The Beast King Anye was silent for a while, then burst into laughter. He stopped after a long while and said, "What a terrifying belief. It seems I was really too slow-witted. I always treated you as fun toys, never thinking that a child's dagger could actually kill. Fortunately, it's not too late to reflect now."

What are you trying to say?

Have you heard the story of Māra corrupting the Buddha? The Mahāparinirvāṇa Sūtra Sutra says, "Seven hundred years after my Parinirvana, Māra will gradually corrupt my Dharma. Just as a hunter wears the robes of a monk, so too will Māra, the king of demons, create images of monks, nuns, laymen, and laywomen. He will also transform into the form of Srotāpanna, and even into the form of Arhat and a Buddha. With these defiled forms, Mara will create an undefiled form and corrupt my Dharma."

The Beast King Anye sneered and continued, "To destroy a powerful belief, the best approach is not to forcibly crush it with violence, as that will only lead to its resurgence. Instead, one should disguise oneself as a believer, infiltrate the group, climb to a high position, then disrupt its laws and regulations, distort its beliefs, and ruin its reputation, making it despised and reviled by the world. In this way, the belief will cease to exist, and no one will be able to inherit it."

Upon hearing this, Wan Yebai felt a chill run down his spine and struggled violently: "Do you mean to—"

"That's right. From today onwards, I will wear your face and become the leader of the Evil-Slaying Sword School Sect. I will also claim to have killed the Beast King Anye. As for that Alliance Leader Sima, he is not from the Barbarian Continent. If he hears this news, he will soon return to his hometown. At that time, I will be able to gradually undermine your ambition to slay evil and destroy it on its own."

The Beast King Anye activated the possession Secret Method taught to him by the Son of the Dragon Devil, and his body gradually turned into smoke, seeping into Wan Yebai's body.

Wan Yebai's face showed an expression of pain and struggle. Once the Beast King Anye had fully entered his body and was no longer restrained, he immediately drew his sword, reversed the blade, and thrust it into his own chest.

But stopped by the Beast King's will, the sword tip halted at his chest, and his hands, gripping the sword, trembled violently, as if pulled by two opposing forces, making it difficult to control.

"Aaaaaah--You won't succeed! I'll wield my sword and uphold justice, vowing to vanquish the demons! With Azure Blood and Loyal Heart, I'll perish with them!"

Wan Yebai, with his last ounce of willpower, pierced his own chest with One Sword. His body swayed, and he tightened his grip on the sword until the blade was completely through, leaving only the hilt remaining in his chest.

"Ha, ha, ha ha ha..."

As his body grew cold, Wan Yebai wore a triumphant smile. In his final moments, he had no regrets, his only regret being that he hadn't had time to apologize to his children.

The sun sank completely below the horizon, darkness descended, and all was silent.

Under the night sky, Wan Yebai's "corpse" suddenly opened its eyes, glanced down at the Demon-Slaying Sword stuck in its chest, and slowly pulled it out. The sword wound it left behind healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Finally, I succeeded! As expected, the Evil-Slaying Sword Intent no longer has any effect on me. From now on, I have no weaknesses, and no one can kill me!"

Then, he swung his sword, Evil-Slaying Sword Qi disappeared into the mountain wall not far away.

"This is amazing! I've absorbed all the memories and cultivation, even the Evil-Slaying Sword Art..."

Suddenly, Wan Ziqiu's shouts came from afar. He was obviously worried because Wan Yebai had been gone for too long and had come out to look for him.

"Father, where are you?"

Wan Yebai stiffened, then his smile vanished, and he reverted to his stern fatherly demeanor. He coughed and responded in a weak voice:

"I'm here."

Chapter 597 Two Cultivation Method

After seeing Duanmu Die, Si Ming returned to Glazed Temple and met with Si Jingyu and her group, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

"Has things settled down at the Heavenly Martial Alliance?"

"They're just a bunch of lowly lackeys. When the tiger's not around, they jump around like monkeys in crowns, but the moment they hear the tiger's roar, they immediately lie on the ground, wagging their bright red backsides to beg for mercy."