Don't Cry

The Guardian Immortal Master stared at the ferocious Ghost Creature in astonishment.

He actually forgot to resist.

That was also the first thought that surfaced in his mind.

This wasn't something you could block just by wanting to.

Tu Shan Jun didn't spare the Guardian Immortal Master another glance and headed directly for Zhang Wan Long.

Zhang Wan Long was also momentarily stunned.

Just now, during the Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts, he seemed to have seen someone.

His only son, Zhang Gui.

"So that's how it is," Zhang Wan Long murmured in a daze.

"My son."

"Ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, a massive ghostly hand directly pierced through his head.

Tu Shan Jun dug out Zhang Wan Long's Living Soul.

Zhang Wan Long's headless body lost its support and fell to the ground.

It didn't cause any ripples.

Zhang Wan Long had misjudged the Venerable Soul Banner and also misjudged Li Qing Feng.

That's why he lost his life.

Having survived three assassination attempts, Zhang Wan Long still had some tricks up his sleeve.

In the end, he was even able to make a desperate gamble, using the Spirit Demon Foundation Fusion Technique to gain power.

Unfortunately, in Tu Shan Jun's eyes, this power was too weak.

If it weren't for this Guardian Immortal Master repeatedly obstructing him, everything could have ended that night.

Life is unpredictable, and fate is even more elusive.

The Prefect was dead.

The Guardian Immortal Master was silent. For some reason, it felt as if something heavy in his heart had fallen to the ground.

He let out a long sigh.

The two Enshrinements from Liang Capital had faces full of shock and surprise.

Li Qing Feng leaned on the Venerable Soul Banner, staggering as he straightened his body.

The Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts had instantly drained half of his Magic Power.

But being able to get revenge was enough.

As the hundred ghosts returned to the Venerable Soul Banner.

Li Qing Feng's great revenge was avenged.

"Hahaha!"

Li Qing Feng laughed.

He laughed wildly.

His laughter was hoarse.

Tears streamed down the corners of his eyes.

"Father, Mother!"

"Five Treasures."

"The souls of my Li family's hundred and three members in heaven can finally rest in peace."

"I, Li Qing Feng, have avenged you."

He shouted unrestrainedly.

He no longer cared if his identity was exposed.

There was nothing left in the mortal world that was worth caring about.

Tu Shan Jun stood beside Li Qing Feng, his hand resting on Li Qing Feng's shoulder, and surveyed the surroundings.

Wen Lichun's eyes were bloodshot, staring intently at the Venerable Soul Banner in Li Qing Feng's hand.

The sturdy Enshrinement was the same.

This Venerable Soul Banner Magic Tool was definitely not simple.

Even with his Qi Condensation Fourth Layer strength, he felt a powerful threat.

It was definitely not an ordinary Magic Tool.

"Could it be Mid-Grade?"

"Or even a High-Grade Magic Tool!"

Wen Lichun unconsciously tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand.

The long sword he held was merely a Rankless Magic Tool refined from Iron Essence.

Compared to the one the other person had, it was like a crudely made child's toy.

He hadn't expected to see a Magic Tool here that was suspected to be of High-Grade.

And coincidentally, they were on official duty.

Killing and seizing treasure.

Perfectly justified.

The two exchanged glances.

Wen Lichun could also see Zhu Dun's surprise, as well as the greed hidden in his eyes that he couldn't conceal no matter how hard he tried.

The Guardian Immortal Master had also seen the Venerable Soul Banner unleashed at full power for the first time, and it possessed such destructive capability.

At that moment, he truly felt death approaching.

If he had stood in front of Zhang Wan Long, he would have surely died.

"A Demonic Path Magic Tool is actually this powerful."

Even at the Qi Condensation Fourth Layer, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire.

If he could get this treasure to assist him, it would be equivalent to having an extra trump card that could defeat opponents of the same level.

However, thinking about matters within the sect, the Guardian Immortal Master couldn't help but hesitate.

After all, they were of the Orthodox Path, and using ordinary Demonic Path Magic Tools was fine.

But the method for refining this Venerable Soul Banner was too cruel, requiring the continuous addition of Living Souls and the replenishment of Sha Qi.

Doing it once or twice was acceptable, but if it happened too many times and was discovered by the sect, it would be troublesome.

Although he could withstand investigation and at most receive a reprimand.

The Venerable Soul Banner in his hand would likely be confiscated and destroyed.

Furthermore, if the sect's punishment was severe, it might cripple his cultivation and expel him from the sect.

"You are a distinguished member of the Five Spirits Sect. We are Rogue Cultivators, serving as Enshrinements in Great Liang."

"The Demonic Cultivator killed the Prefect. Please, distinguished member, help us capture this villain with all your might."

Wen Lichun looked at the young Immortal Master and then spoke, trying to persuade him.

The Guardian Immortal Master remained noncommittal, standing rooted to the spot.

Seeing that the youth from the Five Spirits Sect neither refused nor accepted, just standing there blankly, Wen Lichun stopped pressing and instead looked at his colleague.

The Sturdy Enshrinement had already blocked the doorway, fearing that Li Qing Feng would escape.

Li Qing Feng got up, gripped the Venerable Soul Banner in his hand, and retreated towards the door.

He stared fiercely at the sturdy Qi Cultivator guarding the door and shouted sternly, "Get out of the way."

"Demonic fiend, you killed the Prefect, and you still expect to get away unscathed?"

Wen Lichun chuckled as he looked at Li Qing Feng, adding, "You won't be leaving today, unless you put down the Magic Tool in your hand."

Both of them were determined to get it.

When that Ghost Creature killed Zhang Wan Long just now, they had already fought a round with Li Qing Feng.

Now Li Qing Feng was severely injured. Did he still think he could turn the tide with a heavily wounded body?

Want them to just step aside so easily?

Dream on!

Li Qing Feng scoffed.

If he gave up the Venerable Soul Banner, he truly wouldn't be able to leave.

Once he lost the Magic Tool in his hand, he would be like a tiger without teeth, left to be slaughtered. How could he be so foolish as to dig his own grave?

"Destroy the Soul Banner and cripple your cultivation, and I can let you go," the young Immortal Master's voice rang out.

Wen Lichun and the Sturdy Immortal Master were both stunned.

They hadn't expected the disciple of the Five Spirits Sect to propose destroying the Venerable Soul Banner and even want to spare this person's life.

Whether to spare his life or not didn't really matter. For them, as long as they had a dead body to report, it was fine, but the Venerable Soul Banner couldn't be destroyed.

This Magic Tool was at least Mid-Grade, and possibly even High-Grade.

If it was also some Ancient Treasure, destroying it would be too much of a waste.

Their greed wouldn't allow them to destroy this treasure either.

In their opinion, this distinguished disciple of the Five Spirits Sect was probably also moved by the Venerable Soul Banner and wanted to get involved, which was why he proposed such a seemingly righteous idea to seize the Soul Banner for himself.

Once this person took the Soul Banner back to the sect, where would they find him?

At that point, whether it was destroyed or not would be entirely up to them, wouldn't it?

Li Qing Feng bared his teeth, staring fiercely at the remaining Qi Cultivators, and spoke clearly, "As long as I live, the banner remains!"

The banner was his life.

Wanting the Venerable Soul Banner meant wanting his Li Qing Feng's life.

He violently shook it.

The black mist churned, and Tu Shan Jun had been waiting for a long time.

He grabbed Li Qing Feng around the waist and ribs and charged straight towards the central hall entrance guarded by the Sturdy Immortal Master.

"Don't you underestimate me!"

The Sturdy Enshrinement roared.

As he channeled his magic power, a turtle shell magic tool manifested on his body.

"Manifest."

It appeared like hexagonal plates pieced together, covering the Sturdy Enshrinement's body.

Tu Shan Jun, protecting Li Qing Feng, wore a ferocious expression. With a roar like a Mountain-Shaking Demonic Ape, he charged directly into him.

Boom!

The Sturdy Enshrinement was sent flying several yards back, leaving a foot-deep trench in the ground.

But he still blocked Tu Shan Jun's path.

"Demonic fiend, don't run!"

Wen Lichun took out a palm-sized copper bell.

He rang it.

The sound waves targeted the divine soul.

Tu Shan Jun felt his ghost body being affected.

He was actually momentarily frozen.

A flying sword, accompanied by a flash of light, swiftly pierced through his shoulder blade with a whoosh.

It went straight through and circled in the air.

The owner of the Ebony Flying Sword had a determined expression.

He could not let Li Qing Feng leave; if he became a great demon in the future, it would be a disaster.

Black blood flowed down from the wound.

Li Qing Feng, held under Tu Shan Jun's ribs, looked nervous.

He quickly covered Tu Shan Jun's wound with both hands.

"No, don't die."

"Please."

Li Qing Feng's voice was choked with sobs, and he shook his head vigorously, "I can't get away."

"Ghost Brother, you go."

"Don't worry about me."

"Take the Venerable Soul Banner, my remaining magic power is enough for you to leave."

The ten-foot-long Venerable Soul Banner had shrunk to a foot in length and was handed over by Li Qing Feng.

Seeing Tu Shan Jun so severely wounded, Li Qing Feng's tears flowed uncontrollably.

He had lost everything, only his Ghost Brother remained.

If he could get revenge, he could even leave his life behind.

"I know you can understand."

"Go, the farther the better!"

Tu Shan Jun laughed.

"Since you call me brother, how can I abandon you and leave?"

"Don't cry."

"I'll take you and kill our way out!"

His voice was like a muffled bell, resonating deeply.

Like a fierce ghost roaring in anger.

Hoarse.

But the sound was clearly heard in Li Qing Feng's ears.

Li Qing Feng was stunned.

The tears on his face seemed to freeze with it.

"Okay!"