The Demonic Cult Leader was actually still alive! He had been an unparalleled figure a thousand years ago, no less remarkable than the first Emperor Li!
It was said that he had been a God of Heaven and Earth a thousand years ago.
Yue Ji's words were no less than a bombshell, shaking Yao Qingyang to his core.
But what shocked Yao Qingyang even more was Yue Ji's claim that the Sixth Heaven and Earth Cataclysm was about to arrive.
The cycle of heaven and earth was restarting once more! The Heaven and Earth Cataclysm was appearing again. Yao Qingyang suddenly looked at Yao Qingyin, his eyes brimming with joy.
The Pill Dao Lineage had declined, and Dali could no longer produce a fourth-grade alchemist. Now that another Heaven and Earth Cataclysm was about to descend, the Pill Dao Lineage would surely flourish again.
With Qingyin's talent in the Pill Dao, she might well become someone like their ancestor Yao Xingchen during this Heaven and Earth Cataclysm.
Three hundred years ago, their ninth-generation ancestor had ordered the Medicine Manor to abandon the Pill Dao and take up Martial Arts. It might not have been a wise choice.
Profound Martial Arts techniques had always been controlled by the Imperial Family and thousand-year-old lineages like the Eight Clans of the Imperial Capital. The Medicine Manor had always been a Pill Dao Family, and possessed no profound Martial Arts techniques.
That was why, over the past three hundred years, they had not produced a single Peak of Humanity.
Across the entire Imperial Capital, the Medicine Manor was now, at best, a second-rate family, its reputation as one of Dali's Four Great Families a thousand years ago long gone.
But now, in Qingyin, Yao Qingyang saw hope of restoring the Medicine Manor's thousand-year prestige.
Today, anyone could die. Only Qingyin must survive.
A flicker of resolve crossed Yao Qingyang's eyes. He burned the Qi and Blood throughout his body and slapped the Armchair beside him.
In an instant, the eight Dragon Pillars in the hall glimmered. Then eight pillars of light shot into the sky, enveloping the entire Medicine Manor.
In the very next moment, moving with lightning speed, he grabbed Yao Qingyin and hurled her beyond the array.
Then he pulled a scroll and a piece of Ancient Jade from his robes and thrust them into Yao Qingyin's arms. He called out, "Qingyin, the Sixth Heaven and Earth Cataclysm is about to arrive."
"Our ancestor's Secret Realm is sure to reappear in Dali. Follow the markings on the scroll, and you'll definitely find it."
"Once you obtain the opportunity within the Secret Realm, you'll be able to avenge the Medicine Manor."
"You old dog, you've got guts. You'd rather sacrifice everyone in the Medicine Manor than leave that girl even the slimmest chance of survival."
Standing inside the Great Array, Yue Ji sneered. She had not been surprised in the least by the sudden appearance of the array.
"Do you think the Great Li Imperial Family really didn't know about the array your Medicine Manor has hidden for a thousand years?"
"The Demonic Cult disciples have already surrounded the Medicine Manor so thoroughly that not even water could escape. That girl is only at the Innate Realm. Does she really have any hope of surviving?"
At Yue Ji's words, Yao Qingyang's eyes turned utterly lifeless. He slumped helplessly against the back of the Armchair, without a trace of fight left in him.
The night was as dark as ink, and cool as water. Ye Jing walked alone along a deserted street.
What was going on? Ye Jing sensed something was off!
After leaving the Hanlin Academy, Ye Jing had gone to the Myriad Treasures Pavilion to look for the ingredients needed to concoct Foundation Building Liquid.
He had found everything else, but Blaze Grass, one of the main ingredients, was missing.
He had searched several places before finally finding some Blaze Grass.
Though it had taken an hour, at this time of night, the streets of the Imperial Capital were usually bustling with people. Why were they so deserted now?
The more Ye Jing thought about it, the stranger it seemed, and he quickened his pace.
Suddenly, a graceful figure dropped from the sky, landing right in the path ahead of Ye Jing.
What was going on? Could a Lin Daiyu really fall from the sky?
Ye Jing had just started forward to check on her when a voice full of murderous intent rang out nearby.
"Stop right there, kid. If you take another step, you'll die on the spot."
Several Demonic Cult disciples came chasing after her. Seeing Ye Jing about to approach, the leading disciple barked at him, his words dripping with murderous intent.
"Sir, run! These are people from the Demonic Cult. They kill without blinking. If you don't leave now, they won't spare you."
Yao Qingyin was filled with despair. Her grandfather had sacrificed the entire Medicine Manor so that she might survive.
Unfortunately, she was only an Innate Realm cultivator, with no way to escape the Demonic Cult disciples pursuing her.
Now she lay injured on the ground, fallen into the Demonic Cult's hands, with no way left to avenge her family.
But kind by nature, she did not want to drag an innocent person into this, so she warned Ye Jing.
People from the Demonic Cult! Ye Jing's heart surged like a storm. He hadn't expected to see members of the Demonic Cult in the Imperial Capital!
He had already read about the Demonic Cult's bloodthirstiness in the histories. It was said that a thousand years ago, the Demonic Cult Leader had sacrificed all of Dali in a blood ritual to advance further.
If not for the peerless first Emperor Li, Long Zhan, this land of Dali would have been left without a trace of life.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. I'm just passing by. Carry on; I didn't see anything."
Ye Jing wasn't a fool. The Demonic Cult had appeared in the Imperial Capital itself. Even if he couldn't work out what was going on, he knew this was no simple matter.
Now that he had a system, all he had to do was keep his head down and grow stronger. One day, he would become the mightiest figure beneath heaven. There was no need for him to get involved.
Waving his hands with a placating smile, Ye Jing turned and started toward a nearby alley.
"Kid, you picked the wrong night to be unlucky. Watch where you're going in your next life."
A wicked smile crossed the leading Demonic Cult disciple's face. He drew the long saber at his waist and darted behind Ye Jing with a single step.
He raised his saber, intending to cleave Ye Jing in two.
Ye Jing formed a sword with his finger. Three inches of Innate Sword Qi appeared at its tip.
Ye Jing flicked two fingers. With overwhelming force, the Innate Sword Qi split the Demonic Cult disciple in two.
Ye Jing turned to look at the remaining Demonic Cult disciples, a thick killing intent flashing in his eyes. He understood the truth of the saying: if you don't pull up the roots, the spring breeze will bring them back.
The Thirteen Styles of Heaven's Absolute were among Dali's foremost Sword Dao techniques. How could this bunch of Demonic Cult disciples, who were only at the Innate Realm, hope to withstand them?
More streaks of Innate Sword Qi shot out. The remaining Demonic Cult disciples were likewise split in two by the Innate Sword Qi.
Paying no attention to the shock in Yao Qingyin's eyes, Ye Jing swept her into his arms and took a few bounding steps up onto the rooftops.
He had to get away immediately. If the other Demonic Cult members found them, things would get troublesome.
Half an hour later, inside a dilapidated temple in the Imperial Capital, Ye Jing set down Yao Qingyin, whose face was flushed with embarrassment.
He couldn't help it. They had been leaping across rooftops, and there had inevitably been some jostling. He hadn't realized that someone her age could carry such a burden.
Unlike Qiuyue, who was light as a feather. Still, it was fine. With some cultivation, Qiuyue would surely become a great talent.
"Miss, this place is very remote. The Demonic Cult members won't find it anytime soon. Once dawn comes, you should leave the city."
"It's late. Now that you're safe, I'll take my leave."
Ye Jing had no intention of bringing this woman home and inviting trouble for himself. He had saved her life only because years of exposure to socialist values in his previous life had shaped him that way.
He had left her in this ruined temple. Whether she lived or died was up to fate; either way, it wouldn't involve him.
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