Disciple, Come with Your Master to Kill! A 4,200-Character Chapter!
"Um?"
Lu Qingfeng frowned slightly and stared intently into the depths of the spring.
He had been cultivating here for a month and had explored the depths of the spring, but it was quite peculiar inside. Not only were his Divine Sense and other exploration techniques ineffective, but the deeper he went, the stronger the sense of oppression became.
It seems that a great terror is brewing.
Lu Qingfeng tried it out, but ultimately restrained his curiosity and didn't go any deeper. This place was enough for him to cultivate and quickly improve his cultivation. It would be much safer to explore it after he had become Earth Immortal.
Just at this moment.
From the depths of this mysterious and unpredictable spring, which contained inexplicable dangers, came a sense of being watched. Lu Qingfeng felt a fierce and bloodthirsty aura coming with the spring and enveloping him in an instant.
It made the hairs on his body stand on end.
"This is--"
Lu Qingfeng swayed slightly, using his 'Invisibility Technique' to completely conceal his figure. Looking deeper into the spring, they saw a bolt of lightning wrapped in Golden Light hurtling towards them.
Fierce and bloodthirsty.
Murderous intent was brewing.
The icy aura almost froze the surrounding space. The void solidified, making it difficult even for Earth Immortal being to move a single step.
As the Golden Light burst forth.
The spring abruptly stopped, and a cloud pool flew out from it, disappearing into the Golden Light. The surrounding mystical phenomena vanished instantly, and the clouds and mist gradually dissipated. It was like water without a source, unable to continue.
Following this trend...
In a hundred years or so at most, the clouds and mist formed by the Spirit-Nourishing True Liquid will completely dissipate.
Seeing this situation.
Lu Qingfeng knew perfectly well that the spring formed by the Spirit-Nourishing True Liquid originated entirely from the Cloud Pool.
However, no matter how mysterious and wondrous Yunchi was, Lu Qingfeng had no time to care about it.
He hid to the side, letting his aura emanate without revealing his own form.
A pair of eyes gleamed with Radiance as they peered into the Golden Light of thunder. With all their might, they saw a young man in brocade robes standing on lightning, his brows furrowed with a fierce expression, his eyes bloodshot. A single glance seemed to contain boundless killing intent within his eyes; one look would plunge one into an endless abyss of carnage, from which there would be no escape.
When Lu Qingfeng saw the young man in the brocade robe and those cold, emotionless, scarlet eyes, he felt a mixture of joy and sorrow, filled with many emotions.
The young man in the brocade robe seemed to sense something.
She turned her gaze, her emotionless eyes fixed on Lu Qingfeng.
In an instant.
Their eyes met.
Images flashed through Lu Qingfeng's mind, a mere ten thousand years passing in an instant, as if he had returned to the desolate starry sky of those three thousand years. In those three thousand years, the Daoist slowly aged, eventually turning white-haired. Yet, a ferocious insect gained intelligence, transformed into a human, and cultivated into a cold and aloof youth.
The young man followed the Daoist priest.
From the time when the Daoist was in his prime until his hair and beard turned white, only these two existed in the starry sky.
In the end, only one person remained.
"Six Wings".
Lu Qingfeng looked at the boy, his face showing both the joy of reunion and the heartache of seeing his disciple fall into demonic ways.
My feelings are complicated.
But as soon as the words fell—
Sizzle!
Lightning crackled beneath the feet of the young man in brocade robes, Golden Light crisscrossing as he took a single step and arrived before Lu Qingfeng. Without any apparent effort, his powerful aura seemed poised to suppress Lu Qingfeng, as if to crush him into dust.
They disagreed on a single word.
They went on a killing spree.
The young man in the brocade robe truly lived up to his fierce appearance, acting decisively and ruthlessly.
"Six Wings".
Lu Qingfeng looked up, and the eyes of the young man in the brocade robe were even closer. His eyes were bloodshot, seemingly extremely rational and devoid of emotion, yet also devoid of any spirit or vitality.
The tide is turning.
Lu Qingfeng stepped onto the 'Cloud-Peak Step,' instantly tearing through the oppressive aura, his figure elusive and unpredictable. At the same time, he took out an object in his hand, which resembled Cinnabar Edict Iron Writ, namely the 'Dutian Dark Nether Strategies.' With the strategy in hand, he threw it into the sky, from which 36,000 Primordial Spirit level Dark Nether Yin Soldiers and 365 True Immortal level Dutian Ghost Generals appeared.
Arrange the 'Dutian Dark Nether Grand Formation' in mid-air.
The young man in the brocade robe ignored him completely. His eyes flashed with lightning, and with a ripping sound, he tore apart the formation set up by the Ghost General Yin Soldier. One by one, the Yin Soldier Ghost General turned into smoke and disappeared into the sky.
Lightning flashed.
It also blasted the 'Dutian Dark Nether Strategies' that was unfolding in the sky into dust.
Even with its momentum undiminished, it was still about to crash down on Lu Qingfeng.
Lu Qingfeng took another Cloud-Peak Step.
With a flick of his finger, the 'Polarity Cosmic Light Disk' flew out, emitting the Polarity Meridian Divine-Light Threads, which controlled the Polarity Primordial Magnetism, attempting to entangle the young man in the brocade robe.
However, the youth merely shone Golden Light around him, completely shattering the Polarity Meridian Divine-Light Threads. With a surge of energy, the eighth-tier Law Artifact, the 'Polarity Cosmic Light Disk,' instantly shattered its Radiance and turned into ashes.
Immediately afterwards.
The boy stood still, not giving chase, but raising one hand to the sky, lightning crackling between his palms, drawing in the heavenly thunder. In an instant, dark clouds gathered in the sky, Thunderbolt Purgatory descended!
As the Thunder Prison descended, the entire area was enveloped in lightning. Unless they shattered space to escape, there was no way to maneuver.
Lu Qingfeng looked at the boy.
A look of pity appeared in his eyes. Without flinching or avoiding, he sat down cross-legged. As soon as he sat down, he manifested his true form, the 'Pure Law Bamboo'. With the Dharma Bamboo appearing, a bamboo forest instantly grew amidst the lightning, centered on it.
Green Bamboo sways.
Bamboo leaves fluttered in the air.
From within the bamboo forest, bursts of Daoist chants emanated—
"If the heart is pure as ice, one will not be alarmed even if the sky falls; if all changes occur, one will remain calm and composed. Forget yourself and guard the One, and the six senses will be greatly settled. Abstain from worldly affairs and cultivate your inner energy, be selfless and inactive."
The sound was neither rising nor falling, neither wind nor waves.
It is simply Pure.
It is merely ethereal.
It echoed through the bamboo forest and resounded throughout the Thunder Prison.
Sizzle!
Rumble!
Thunder roared and lightning flashed. One by one, the Green Bamboo stalks were charred black, and with a ripple of energy, they turned into ashes and scattered into the air.
But Green Bamboo continued to grow in the forest, and the sounds of Daoism continued to emanate—
"Looking up and down, their expressions intertwined; focusing their minds on the mysterious gate, subduing their thoughts. Nothing inside or outside, as clear as turbid ice. Untouched by dust or grime, unstained by worldly appearances."
Xuanyin resounded.
The greatest sound is silent, even subtly suppressing the roar of thunder. The young man in brocade robes stood still, maintaining his posture of supporting the sky with one hand, his face still full of fierceness, without any change in expression. But the thunder rumbling from all directions seemed to slow down.
In the bamboo forest.
The Xuanyin continued—
"The void is tranquil and empty, devoid of anything. Nothingness gives rise to existence, and difficulty and ease complement each other. One forgets distinctions and things, becoming one with the primordial chaos. Heaven and earth are boundless, and all things are one."
"Falling petals and leaves, an open mind like a valley. A thousand worries, just as they settle in the heart. The brow unfurrows, the Spirit Platform clear and serene. The heart is free from hindrance, the will is without attachment."
Each sound was ethereal and imbued with the essence of Tao. In an instant, a sense of coolness seemed to emerge between heaven and earth, washing away the restlessness and troubles of this mortal world.
The boy's face remained unchanged.
But the thunder around them had already subsided, Green Bamboo was growing, for the first time overshadowing the raging thunder.
The bamboo forest overshadowed the Thunder Prison.
The brocade-robed youth, who had been standing motionless, was also silently enveloped.
In an instant.
The Xuanyin grew louder, each note like a grand bell tolling, questioning the soul and striking the depths of the heart.
For the first time, a glimmer of light appeared in the crimson eyes of the young man in the brocade robe.
And in the bamboo forest.
As the Daoist chanting resonated, scenes began to appear—
Starry sky.
The Daoist priest would often reach out his hand, and the boy would be sometimes bewildered, sometimes seemingly enlightened, and his heart would be filled with joy. As the years passed, the Daoist priest gradually grew old, his hair and beard turned white, and wrinkles appeared on his hands and face.
The faint echo of earnest teachings seemed to linger in my ears.
The stars change.
The Daoist priest eventually grew old.
The boy stretched out a hand as white as jade.
But it is nothingness, it is already an illusion.
The figure with white hair and beard vanished silently into the world, leaving behind only a last trace of a kind smile, a scroll of iron certificates, and a compass lying on the ground.
The image lingered for a long time.
Stars revolve, time and space change.
After an unknown amount of time, darkness descended and swallowed everything.
When the scene reappeared, Technique Method, flying swords, and Law Artifact were flying everywhere, and sounds filled with killing intent rang out—
"Kill him!"
"The Six-Winged Golden Silkworm Attainment of the Dao, but Heaven and Earth will not tolerate it!"
"Six Wings demon, obediently prepare to die!"
The boy fled.
Time changes, space shifts. In the end, he turned on the killing spree, shattering all Technique Method, flying swords, and Law Artifact, staining the sky with blood.
The cries of demon-slaying grew ever louder from all directions.
"Teacher."
Faintly, one could hear the boy's soft murmur, filled with boundless affection and longing.
The search was accompanied by pursuit and slaughter.
It was accompanied by fraud and scheming.
Scenes flashed by one after another.
The boy emerged from the starry sky and entered the world of cultivation, hiding like a stray dog, suffering countless injuries, both large and small. At times, he was so badly wounded that he was on the verge of death, clinging to life only by his last breath, sinking into the Blazing Flame Abyss, hiding in the lava and flames, sealing himself away.
His injuries gradually healed, and he was reborn.
The process of deception, scheming, pursuit, counterattack, serious injury, and hiding is repeated.
Its ferocity deepened.
The hostility grew stronger.
The boy's brocade robe was tattered.
His figure was desolate and lonely, sitting by the mountain stream, clumsily mending clothes. Before he could finish, the pursuers came again.
In this way.
We searched all the way.
They fled all the way.
Unbeknownst to us, the world has changed, and humanity has been transformed.
"Guangyuanzi?"
"This name sounds familiar, but I can't quite place it right now. Fellow Daoist Six Wings, why don't you come with me to the Myriad Spirits Cave in the Hundred Barbarians Mountain of the Southern Borderlands to stay? I'll have my disciples and grand-disciples inquire around and see if they can help you find your master. What do you think?"
"Ha ha!"
"Six Wings!"
"Six-Winged Golden Silkworm!"
"Six-Winged Golden Silkworm that awakened its intelligence and cultivated to the Earth Immortal level without even realizing it—this is an immense stroke of luck. If you were to be the source to refine a 'Golden Silkworm Gu,' it might even be difficult for the 'Hundred-Poison Golden Silkworm Gu' that your teacher has nurtured for countless years to rival or contend with it!"
"Stop resisting! This wine contains 3,981 kinds of deadly poisons that paralyze the soul and body, and seal Law Power and cultivation. You can't cure it!"
"Your teacher?"
"A mere mortal cultivator from the lower realm will grow old and die in the starry sky. Even Golden Immortal would find it difficult to locate his reincarnation in the vast Nine Netherworlds. How could I possibly know!"
"Liar?"
"Ha ha!"
"Fellow Daoist Six Wings, you are mistaken—"
"Six Wings, how dare you—"
"Six Wings brat killed my disciple and still wants to escape?"
"Let me show you the power of my 'Hundred Hundred-Poison Golden Silkworm Gu'."
"This--"
"How dare this brat swallow my 'Hundred-Poison Golden Silkworm Gu'?!"
"Six-Winged Golden Silkworm, this is a real treasure."
"That old man in the green robe is incompetent; this treasure is mine!"
"Wow!"
"How dare this wicked beast damage my 'Five-Element Divine Furnace'?!"
Green Bamboo sways.
Images shifted and changed, accompanied by sounds mixed with thunderous roars and Xuanyin, which could be clearly heard even in the hazy atmosphere.
Deep in the bamboo forest.
A Green Bamboo's branches and leaves danced wildly, as if the bamboo itself possessed joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, seemingly furious or filled with grief.
The young man in the brocade robe sat cross-legged on the ground.
A chilling aura emanated from him, enveloping him like a dark cloud.
From within the chilling aura, a Xuanyin gradually arose. At first, it was faint, but soon it became indistinguishable in pitch from the Daoist chants within the bamboo forest, resonating and echoing each other—
"The void is tranquil and empty, devoid of anything. Nothingness gives rise to existence, and difficulty and ease complement each other. One forgets distinctions and things, becoming one with the primordial chaos. Heaven and earth are boundless, and all things are one."
"Falling petals and leaves, an open mind like a valley. A thousand worries, just as they settle in the heart. The brow unfurrows, the Spirit Platform clear and serene. The heart is free from hindrance, the will is without attachment."
"Release the mind and spirit, and be free from all soul. The spirit returns to oneness, the breath harmonizes, and the body dissipates. The water flows without disturbing the heart, the clouds drift without causing the mind to wander. With a mind free from worldly attachments, one finds true freedom throughout the ages!"
The Mystic Sect) Great Divine Ability of calming the mind, the "Iceheart Formula," is chanted continuously.
It resonates with people.
A chilling aura emanated from the young man in the brocade robe, constantly engulfing him with each breath. The cycle repeated endlessly.
Several days passed in this manner.
The boy's fierce and violent aura gradually faded, not disappeared, but was temporarily suppressed by the 'Iceheart Formula' which Pure his mind.
To resolve this.
Even the "Iceheart Formula," Great Divine Ability power technique, is not something that can be mastered in just three to five days.
The bamboo grove rustled.
The Green Bamboo transformed into a handsome young Daoist priest.
The young Daoist staggered slightly, his face pale and bloodless. With each breath, clouds and thunder accompanied by lightning entered his chest, allowing him to steady himself and conceal his face.
Holding Green Bamboo Staff in one hand, he looked up into the forest and saw a scene unfold before his eyes—
A Golden Light bolt of lightning ripped open the 'Five-Element Divine Furnace'. Golden Light crisscrossed, lightning raged, and a demonic weapon spewed forth from within. Hidden within the Golden Light and lightning, it slew seven Earth Immortal from Redwood Ridge. Then it vanished without a trace.
They were blocked by Sage-Welcoming Peak on the way.
A group of Earth Immortal set up an array.
However, the Golden Light swept past them without offering any resistance, and instead caused the deaths of most of the Earth Immortal.
Several of them were acquaintances.
For example, the former True Lord Nine Nether, the predecessor of 'Du Jiuyou' who was about to be beheaded on the Fiend-Exterminating Platform, and Lin Yun, the Kill-Rain Devil Lord was impersonated by 'Lin Ye', both had their bodies shattered and their Dao Fruits broken in this collision, falling into the cycle of reincarnation.
Golden Light and lightning flashed.
Having already vanished into the void, it plunged headlong into the Shaohe Abyss, disappearing into the depths of darkness and falling into silence.
"You've suffered."
Lu Qingfeng, holding Green Bamboo Staff, stood before the young man in brocade robes, surrounded by Green Bamboo forest and with lightning flashing all around him.
Unnoticed from a distance, but upon closer inspection, under the Golden Light and amidst the chill, the young man's brocade robe, patched and mended, was barely enough to cover his body, revealing half of his arms, half of his shoulders, and part of his waist and back.
He looked somewhat disheveled.
The crooked and messy stitches made the woman laugh.
Lu Qingfeng couldn't laugh.
He vaguely remembered.
In that starry sky, the boy rolled on the spot and transformed into a cold and aloof young man, bewildered and naked. This brocade robe was woven from the silk of fire silkworms he obtained from a fire hole near the pole of the earth beneath a glacier on a desolate star.
It was given to the youth.
It was regarded as a treasure.
A pang of sorrow welled up in Lu Qingfeng's heart. He gently reached out a hand, as always, and placed it on the boy's forehead. The boy remained motionless, the Golden Light around him slightly diminishing, but the chilling aura remained.
The boy didn't open his eyes, but a single, glistening tear slid down his cheek.
Crystal clear.
Upon contact with the cold air, it instantly condenses into ice crystals.
Lu Qingfeng reached out and took it, carefully putting it away. Then he looked at the boy and said softly, "Disciple, come with me to kill."
The words fell.
A flash of Golden Light, and a chill ran through the air.
The young man in the brocade robe transformed instantly into Golden Silkworm the size of Colossal Elephant, with Six Wings on its back, and crawled in front of Lu Qingfeng.
Lu Qingfeng shook his head slightly and opened his sleeve with one hand.
The Golden Silkworm understood, and with a flap of its wings, it transformed into the size of a fist and disappeared into the sleeve.
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