Encounter at Fuzhou
Lu Wensheng said, "The only way right now is to find the Demon Child and kill him. I really don't understand why the Third Palace Master restricts attacks to those of the same cultivation level. How can such a big matter be delayed?"
Lu Cangsheng said, "That's the Demon Child! He has both the Du'e Temple and the Demon Kingdom behind him. If he killed the Demon Child in a contest between people of the same cultivation level, it would be because he was not skilled enough. If Great Longevity dares to make a move, the Du'e Temple and the Demon Kingdom can send out their extraordinary forces to kill you, Great Longevity, or even wipe out your entire clan."
"Rules are made by the strong."
"The fact that the strong abide by the rules is already the greatest fairness to the weak."
Qin Qian smiled brightly, "Senior Disciple Brother, I told you you misjudged! The life-or-death battle between Li Weiyi and Xie Chucai involves the rise and fall of the world, the lives of countless women and children, and even the survival of the human race. How could it be a mere contest of personal feelings?"
A disciple of the Lei Xiao Sect said with great admiration, "I must say, Li Weiyi is indeed a remarkable person; he possesses the Heroic Spirit."
Lu Cangsheng said calmly, "Martial arts cultivation is not about who has more courage, more Heroic Spirit, or is more willing to fight, but about who can survive to the end. Beneath this Lingxiao Shengjing, how many young heroes have turned into white bones in tombs before achieving immortality?"
"That's right. Li Weiyi worked so hard, yet he was still hunted down by the Imperial Court last night. He might already be dead in some prison. So, don't meddle in other people's business. Your own life is more important than anything else," Lu Wensheng said.
After leaving Nanyan Pass, the group of the Lei Xiao Sect disciples sped eastward, leaving behind a trail of dust.
Li Weiyi watched them leave, thinking to himself, "Escaping Lingxiao City as soon as possible is a good thing. Perhaps it's time to go back to Lizhou, visit the Jiu Li Hidden Gate, and have Hidden Twenty-Four cook me a good meal. Or I could go to Jiu Li City to visit my fourth uncle. Or I could go to the Jiu Li Divine Hall to find Senior Sister Cai and Gao Huan and chat about my experiences over the past two or three years."
He walked across the plains of Fuzhou, heading south.
With Li Weiyi's cultivation level, he could cross the entire prefecture in a single day if he traveled at full speed. However, after four days of walking at a brisk pace day and night, he had only covered less than a thousand miles.
It is truly moving forward.
It felt as if countless chains were pulling him from behind, trying to drag him back to Lingxiao City, making it impossible for him to walk fast.
As dusk approached, twilight descended.
Li Weiyi climbed a low ridge a hundred meters high and looked around.
On the plain, everything was covered in white, with countless graves and tombstones half-hidden by ice and snow, creating a desolate yet eerie atmosphere.
A dozen miles away is a large market town with stone walls and watchtowers, surrounded by scattered villages.
Smoke rose from the chimneys, and the faint glow of lamplight could be seen.
Li Weiyi didn't want to travel any further. He was not only starving, but his clothes hadn't been washed for several days. He was extremely tired and covered in sweat, so he decided to spend the night in the town ahead.
Take a hot bath and enjoy a delicious meal.
Entering the village.
The place was completely silent; the doors and windows were broken, and there wasn't a single living person in sight.
Li Weiyi walked quickly, his figure flashing, heading directly towards the large market town.
The protective Formation Script surrounding the town had been destroyed. He leaped over the stone wall and landed silently inside the town, seeing many bloodstains and a few patrolling evil cult martial artists along the way.
Smelling the aroma of firewood and meat from the cooking smoke, Li Weiyi arrived at the square in the south of the town.
Looking towards the square.
The people from the town and surrounding villages were all driven here.
Most of the young men died in battle, their corpses fed to the strange beast mounts, who devoured them one by one. Those who survived were turned into Blood Curse Cultist.
The old man was chopped up and put into bags. Some members of a cult said they would take him back to use as fertilizer.
What enraged Li Weiyi even more was the sight of those small figures roasting over the fire and on the wood-fired stove; the anger in his heart seemed to be burning him to ashes.
"Boom!"
His internal magical energy erupted and enveloped the entire town.
"You're practically asking for death!"
Li Weiyi summoned the Yellow Dragon Sword, strode towards the square, and with a single slash, cut the three evil cult martial artists who had no time to react in two, sending them flying more than ten feet away.
It's practically an open secret that the headquarters of the Rice Cult is Fuzhou Underground.
Various human factions are active on the Fuzhou Plain, searching for an entrance to the main altar.
Thus, the Rice Cult began to create slaughter and chaos throughout the plains of Fuzhou, tying down the human experts and keeping them busy with various matters.
The one in charge of today's massacre was a Dao Seed Realm Martial Cultivator dressed in a yellow monk's robe.
He was Deformed Race, standing five meters tall, with a human body and head, his upper body covered in thick gray hair. He raised a ten-foot-long, hundred-character-shaped heavy sword and swung it at Li Weiyi.
Li Weiyi shot out like a cannonball, smashing the heavy sword with a single punch to pieces.
Amidst the terrified gaze of the monk-robed martial artist, Li Weiyi swung his arm and snapped his neck. The enormous head flew off, rolling on the ground like a small water vat, its blood staining the earth red.
The town was filled with the sounds of fighting.
These cult martial artists initially tried to form a battle formation to fight back, but after Li Weiyi swept them through, they immediately collapsed and fled in all directions.
Unfortunately, he could not escape the outward manifestation of Li Weiyi's Dao Heart Manifestation.
After killing the last cult martial artist, Li Weiyi returned to the town and went to the square illuminated by the firelight to help the dazed young men remove the blood curse from their bodies.
The surrounding area was filled with the sounds of crying, from young women and surviving children.
"You must leave immediately and go to a nearby city..."
Li Weiyi couldn't continue. Should she tell them that going to the nearby cities wouldn't help, and that everything would be wiped out once all-out war broke out?
Li Weiyi was worried that they would face retaliation from the cult, so he decided to escort them for a while.
After packing their belongings, they set off immediately at Li Weiyi's urging, without even having time to bury their family members. The group of about a hundred people walked very slowly, and by late at night they had only covered a little over ten miles.
"Whoosh!"
A surge of magical energy spread from afar.
Li Weiyi stopped and carefully sensed the strength of the energy. His expression changed drastically. He looked at the boundless night sky ahead and then glanced at the team behind him.
So much time has passed and no cult masters have appeared, which suggests that the attack on that town was carried out by a lone group of cult martial artists.
The muffled roar of battle echoed in this direction.
The magical energy became even stronger, forming gusts of cold wind.
Li Weiyi beckoned to the most skilled man in the group, who was wielding a spear. "I need to go check over there. If the battle spreads this way, I need to lure them away beforehand."
The man replied, "Understood! Rest assured, benefactor. It's only a few dozen miles from here to Yu County; we travel this road frequently."
Li Weiyi knew very well that he couldn't protect them forever; he could only save them temporarily, not forever. So, he immediately transformed into a blur and rushed towards the center of the battle's fluctuations.
After rushing out for thirty miles, the magical energy gradually intensified. Li Weiyi sensed a familiar aura within the magical energy, and a thick cloud of demonic energy rolled over the mountain ridges and hills, appearing in his field of vision.
The ground trembled, and sand and stones flew everywhere.
"It's the aura of the Demon Child!"
Li Weiyi concealed his presence and quickly retreated.
Three figures appeared on the distant mountain ridge and hills. They fought in close combat with incredible speed, their movements as fast as lightning.
"Haha, you two think you can kill me?"
The Demon Child uttered a childlike, innocent voice, and with a single hand seal, dark demonic mist gathered and transformed into a giant hand seal tens of meters long, sending a human Longevity Realm Martial Cultivator flying like a meteor.
"Boom!"
The human Longevity Realm Martial Cultivator crashed down less than a mile from Li Weiyi.
His entire body sank diagonally into the ground, forming a long trench.
Large swathes of ground subsequently arched and bulged up.
"Whoosh!"
Song Yulou, wielding Horse-Slaying Saber, flew out from the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, severely injured by a single palm strike from the Demon Child.
He spotted the human martial artist hiding nearby, but didn't recognize Li Weiyi. He said in a deep voice, "Get out of here! You dare to come and watch a battle between cultivators at the Longevity Realm? Be careful you don't die in the aftershocks."
After saying that, with a whoosh, he charged towards the Zuoqiu Ling and the Demon Child, sword in hand.
On the mountain ridge, the burly Zuoqiu Ling and the Demon Child who looked like an eight or nine-year-old boy clashed palms together, the sound like divine thunder shattering the sky, creating surging ripples of energy.
Zuoqiu Ling patches of the ground to collapse under his feet, until finally his body smashed the entire hill apart.
"Hehe, your strength is not bad. No wonder some old guys at Du'e Temple think highly of your Zuoqiu Courtyard. The Zuoqiu Courtyard is indeed full of talented people."
The Demon Child let out a loud laugh, his eyes suddenly turning fierce as he recalled the humiliation at the West Sea Royal Mansion, his killing intent surging.
The hundred demonic head tattoos covering his upper body came to life and manifested in the demonic clouds surrounding the world.
These demons were all the size of millstones, and they came in all sorts of strange shapes and sizes; some had fangs, some had wings, and some had snake heads and human bodies...
With the power of a hundred demons bestowed upon him, the Demon Child's might increased greatly, and beams of light ten feet long shot from his eyes.
"Whoosh!"
The Nine Nether Halberd flew out from the Zuoqiu Ling. It was shaped like a rake and had nine forked spikes. It was made of celestial materials and had a great reputation in the Lingxiao Shengjing.
Zuoqiu Ling wielded the Nine Nether Halberd, unleashing nine kinds of energy that converged into a nine-colored storm to resist the domineering fist force unleashed by the Demon Child, who had gathered the power of a hundred demons.
"Bang!"
The air exploded, and within a radius of several miles, all vegetation turned to ashes.
Zuoqiu Ling flying three miles away, his body sliding backward. He immediately brandished the Nine Nether Halberd and plunged it into the ground to stabilize himself, his five fingers gripping the halberd trembling uncontrollably.
"You're really impressive to have withstood my punch. Any other martial artist at the First Realm the Longevity Realm would have been pierced through and killed on the spot."
The Demon Child's body blurred and disappeared from the spot, and in the next instant, he Zuoqiu Ling.
Li Weiyi fled far away, then used his telepathic power to transmit a message to Tang Wanzhou, who was inside the Buddha's Sarira: "Young Master, the Demon Child has appeared! He has already broken through to the Longevity Realm. It seems that only your intervention will offer any hope. Zuoqiu Ling and Song Yulou are no match for him."
Tang Wanzhou's voice rang out. "You finally remembered me? I've been calling you for days, begging you to release me, but you haven't said a word, acting like you're going to take me back to Lizhou."
Li Weiyi looked embarrassed. "Really? I didn't hear it."
"Stop talking nonsense! Let me out. Demon Child is my opponent. I want to see what power he inherited from the Saint Infant that allows him to mutate the Mother-Child Spring," Tang Wanzhou said.
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