Demonic Cult Secrets, Summoning the Dread Divine Ability

Demonic Cult Secrets, Summoning the Dread Divine Ability

Qiu Buping, at the third realm of Core Formation, fared somewhat better and barely retained a shred of consciousness. But Song Dong, only at the first realm of Core Formation, was sent straight into unconsciousness by a single sweep of the tail, his fate unknown.

"Hiss!"

Little Ink let out a long hiss, as if venting its pent-up frustration.

It had spent too long living a leisurely life in the Qingyun Sect and had long since grown bored. Now that it had a chance to strike, it naturally intended to vent properly.

Its feathered wings fluttered, and Little Ink transformed into a black flood dragon. Opening its blood-filled maw, it lunged at the still-conscious Qiu Buping.

"Damn it!"

Qiu Buping was terrified, but he made up his mind that no matter what happened today, he had to escape. Looks like I have no choice but to use that move.

"Oh? You still have something up your sleeve?"

Su Changqing watched the scene with curiosity.

Just as Little Ink's jaws reached Qiu Buping, Qiu Buping bit his fingertip and smeared the blood across his forehead. A strange flame instantly began blazing over his body. Accompanied by his heart-rending scream, as though he were suffering the greatest pain in the world, it sounded especially terrifying in the silent night.

The next second, Little Ink bit down—but its jaws closed only on a pile of shattered stones. Qiu Buping was nowhere to be seen.

Ptoo! Ptoo! Ptoo!

After spitting out all the crushed stones in its mouth, Little Ink's snake eyes swept from side to side, seemingly searching for where Qiu Buping had gone.

Su Changqing was equally puzzled. He sped toward the place where the flames had burned, only to find no trace of anyone leaving. A few charred scraps of clothing were all that remained.

After Qiu Buping used this Divine Ability, his body burned away and he simply vanished from the scene. Even after Su Changqing used spiritual energy to search several miles around, he could not detect the slightest trace of Qiu Buping's aura, as if the man had never existed at all.

"What kind of Divine Ability technique is this?"

Even Su Changqing could not help but marvel.

Still, he had no intention of continuing the pursuit. He had rashly left the Qingyun Sect; if anyone else lay in ambush, he would be throwing himself into danger.

Besides, there was still one living captive here.

"Wake up, wake up. Stop playing dead."

Su Changqing walked over to Song Dong and kicked him. The blow made Song Dong, who had still been pretending to be dead, cough up blood and awaken.

"Hehe, you still saw through me!"

Song Dong gave an embarrassed laugh.

He had known this trip would be exceedingly dangerous, so he had secretly brought an armor-type magical treasure for protection. When Little Ink's tail swept toward him earlier, he had been badly injured, but most of the force had been blocked by the armor. It was not fatal, though the armor had shattered and could no longer be used.

He had not expected Su Changqing to see through his act. How embarrassing.

"Fellow Daoist Su, I was forced to come along with Qiu Buping. I never had any intention of dealing with you. Now that Qiu Buping has escaped, how about letting me go too?"

Song Dong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and pleaded with Su Changqing, putting on a pitiful expression.

"You want to leave? Easy enough!"

Su Changqing crouched down and flashed him a brilliant smile. "First question. Tell me, what Divine Ability did Qiu Buping use just now? He escaped right under my nose, and even spiritual energy could not trace his whereabouts."

"Fellow Daoist Su, what Qiu Buping used just now was a secret art of our sect, called the Blood Burning Escape Technique. It is a Divine Ability that only ranked higher-ups in our sect are allowed to learn."

"It uses the burning of one's own heart's blood as a catalyst, allowing one to instantly escape hundreds or even thousands of miles. Though this escape technique is extraordinarily powerful, after using it, one's heart's blood is depleted and can never be restored for the rest of one's life. The consequences are endless."

In order to stay alive, Song Dong no longer cared about sect secrets. He honestly told Su Changqing everything about the Blood Burning Escape Technique.

As Song Dong spoke, the system's voice immediately rang out in Su Changqing's mind.

The host has observed the "Blood Burning Escape Technique," triggering Unrivaled Insight. The "Blood Burning Escape Technique" has successfully been improved into the "Fanwu Escape Technique."

Fanwu Escape Technique: No longer requires burning one's own heart's blood. As long as a single wisp of spiritual energy remains in the dantian, one can escape a hundred miles, leaving behind a traceless, boundless shadow. However, after using it, the dantian must be recuperated for three days before spiritual energy can be absorbed again.

Su Changqing silently nodded to himself.

This kid had indeed not lied. The Blood Burning Escape Technique was already heaven-defying, yet it required burning one's heart's blood to activate. Even after being improved through his Unrivaled Insight, it still retained a measure of side effects. One could imagine just how profound this escape-type Divine Ability was.

No wonder the Demonic Cult called it a secret art.

But now that he possessed the Fanwu Escape Technique, he had a trump card to preserve his life should he encounter an opponent he could not defeat in the future. If he could not win, he could simply flee. After resting for three days, he would be fighting fit again.

"Mm, you've been fairly honest."

Su Changqing smiled at Song Dong in approval before asking his second question. "How did you guess my identity?"

"Fellow Daoist Su, did you really think it needed guessing? Your deeds at the Qingyun Sect's Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament have spread throughout the cultivation world. A single sword technique was enough to stir up heaven-shaking waves. The old Poison God and the sect master immediately knew that the person who acted at Nine Yin Mountain could not be unrelated to you, so they specifically sent Qiu Buping to investigate."

"And—"

After saying all that, Song Dong hesitated, as though he had something difficult to say.

Su Changqing's brows drew together slightly. He had a feeling that Song Dong's next words would be exactly what he most wanted to hear.

Imitating Qiu Buping, he slapped Song Dong across the head and said coldly, "Speak. And what?"

Song Dong pulled a bitter face, then gestured for Su Changqing to lean closer. Su Changqing knew the kid could no longer pull any tricks, so he naturally leaned in and listened.

The words Song Dong spoke the next second truly made Su Changqing freeze.

"Your Qingyun Sect already has an undercover agent sent by our Demonic Cult!"

After cautiously probing the surroundings and confirming that no one else was nearby, Song Dong slowly revealed the Demonic Cult's most unspeakable secret to Su Changqing.

But the moment Song Dong spoke, a sharp tearing whistle suddenly pierced the silent sky. From the distant horizon, an enormous phantom of light shot straight toward where Su Changqing and Song Dong stood.

Su Changqing instantly sensed that something was wrong.

The immense might of that giant light phantom filled Su Changqing with instinctive terror, and it was so unbelievably fast that he had no way to evade it.

"Fellow Daoist Su, save me!"

Song Dong's heart had already turned to ashes.

Su Changqing did not know what it was, but Song Dong, as a member of the Demonic Cult, knew all too well. This was the restriction every disciple had to accept upon entering their sect, meant to prevent members of the Demonic Cult from betraying the sect and exposing its unspeakable secrets. Now, in order to survive, he had revealed the Demonic Cult's secrets to Su Changqing, naturally triggering this restriction. He simply had not expected it to track him down even though Qingyun Sect was thousands of li away from their sect.