Seven Attendant Immortals? Laughable, Laughable!

"This can't be..."

Immortal Chang Er Ding Guang's shrill scream echoed throughout the entire hall.

His Primordial Spirit clung to the Dingguang Pearl, filled with utter disbelief.

Ye Changqing was clearly already grievously wounded and on the verge of death—so why was he still this powerful?

He could not understand it!

But now was absolutely not the time to question it. He had to escape at once.

Immortal Chang Er Ding Guang's Primordial Spirit controlled the Dingguang Pearl and hurled it toward Azure Palace's protective grand formation.

As long as he could get through the gates and flee to the Western World, he could survive.

Nothing was more important than staying alive now!

Bang!

After a violent collision, Immortal Chang Er Ding Guang's Primordial Spirit was blasted back.

And the direction in which he flew was precisely toward Ye Changqing, seated upon the throne in the hall.

He still had one final move...

"Not good!"

"Protect Senior Disciple Brother..."

By the time everyone reacted, it was already too late.

Immortal Chang Er Ding Guang's Primordial Spirit directly entered Ye Changqing's body.

As long as he seized Ye Changqing's body, who would still dare stop him?

Ye Changqing's Primordial Spirit must have been weakened to the extreme by the Great Dao backlash. What could he possibly use to fight him?

Immortal Chang Er Ding Guang's Primordial Spirit easily broke into Ye Changqing's sea of consciousness.

"What is this?"

Immortal Chang Er Ding Guang stared at the crack in the vault of heaven above him, feeling his strength constantly being devoured by it.

"This is... Ye Changqing's Dao wound?"

"That's impossible! How can you still be alive?"

With such terrifying injuries, how had Ye Changqing endured until now?

His eyes brimmed with terror. Just as he tried to flee Ye Changqing's sea of consciousness, he was drawn into the crack in the sky, vanishing without a trace in an instant.

"No, Sage Jieyin, Sage Zhunti, save me..."

His scream abruptly cut off as he was devoured by the Dao wound.

The soul of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal was not enough to mend the crack in Ye Changqing's sea of consciousness, but it made him feel the tiniest bit better.

Ye Changqing slowly opened his eyes, and a cold gleam flashed through his sharp gaze like the edge of a blade.

After he slew Immortal Chang Er Ding Guang, the entire Azure Palace hall fell silent.

Those who had done guilty things in the past could not help trembling all over.

Though they lowered their heads, they could still feel Ye Changqing's piercing gaze sweep across them.

After Ye Changqing's warning, they would presumably restrain themselves considerably.

Ye Changqing had no intention of letting them off, because one's nature was hard to change. As long as they remained in the Jie Cult, the Jie Cult's fortune would be damaged.

Ye Changqing's gaze swept over the crowd below. Those with clear consciences dared meet his eyes, while those half-good and half-evil pretended to be wandering beyond the world.

Only one person held his head high, utterly unmoved by his words.

Immortal Yi Qi Ma Yuan was a zombie who had attained the Dao through cultivation.

Usually bloodthirsty and murderous, ripping living beings apart with his bare hands, devouring human hearts and livers, and eating raw flesh while drinking blood were as commonplace to him as daily meals.

And yet, during the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation, such a fellow had actually been taken to the West and become some so-called Ma Yuan Venerable King Buddha.

The Two Sages of the West even believed that this murderous demon possessed profound foundations, immense fortune, and great merit.

A good person had to reincarnate for nine lifetimes and exhaust all good deeds before attaining the Dao, while an evil person could become a Buddha on the spot merely by laying down his butcher's knife—what kind of logic was that?

Killing intent bloomed in Ye Changqing's eyes. He absolutely could not leave such a scourge alive in this world.

"Ma Yuan, do you know your sin?"

Immortal Yi Qi Ma Yuan raised his head, his bloodthirsty eyes turning toward Ye Changqing.

I wonder what Senior Disciple Brother's heart and liver taste like?

He smacked his lips, full of anticipation.

As a zombie who had attained the Dao, he possessed only independent consciousness and no Primordial Spirit, making him very similar to the Witch Race of old.

But unlike the Witch Race, Ma Yuan had cultivated a divine ability unique to himself.

An arm grew from the back of his head, allowing him to catch others off guard in battle and strike them when they least expected it.

By relying on such despicable methods, he had survived countless bloody battles.

His innate foundation had doomed his path of advancement to be steeped in slaughter. The long cultivation of absorbing spiritual energy could not compare to devouring a single living creature's heart.

Ye Changqing frowned, greatly puzzled as to why Sect Master Tongtian had accepted such a fellow as a disciple in the first place.

Was it simply for the novelty?

Or did Master have some peculiar hoarding habit?

Never mind. Ma Yuan had to die today!

"Where is Zhao Gongming?"

"Take him down!"

At Ye Changqing's command, Zhao Gongming stepped before Ma Yuan and attacked without hesitation.

Since Senior Disciple Brother had given the order, he naturally had his reasons. Those were not matters Zhao Gongming needed to know.

He only needed to obey!

Of course, this was also a test Ye Changqing had given him—a test of whether he had learned anything over these past few months.

Despicableness was the passport of the despicable; only by being even more despicable than them could one live better.

To him, Immortal Yi Qi Ma Yuan was indeed an excellent opponent.

"Senior Disciple Brother, aren't you being a little too overbearing?"

Just as the two began fighting fiercely, a sarcastic voice rang out from among the Jie Cult disciples.

Immortal Pilu was usually close with Immortal Chang Er Ding Guang. The two both held the status of the Seven Attendant Immortals.

As Sect Master Tongtian's sole inheritor, Ye Changqing might even inherit the position of Jie Cult Master in the future.

But now, his days were numbered. Clearly, he would not live to see that day.

In Immortal Pilu's eyes, Ye Changqing was merely indulging in the thrill of being sect master before his death.

He had chosen to speak up now precisely to stir the crowd's fury.

No matter how favored Ye Changqing was, he was now nothing more than a cripple.

Once Sect Master Tongtian returned, Ye Changqing would naturally have no good fruit to eat.

But Immortal Pilu had clearly underestimated Ye Changqing's standing in the hearts of both the disciples and Sect Master Tongtian.

Even though he was the first to stand forth against Ye Changqing's "tyranny," only a sparse few responded to him.

The handful who did were all people who secretly lacked moral cultivation, terrified that they would be the next to suffer.

Seeing someone take the lead, they gritted their teeth and joined in the uproar.

"Duobao, have you remembered them clearly?"

Facing Immortal Pilu's challenge, Ye Changqing did not pay him the slightest heed. Instead, he turned and asked Daoist Duobao.

Daoist Duobao nodded in understanding, then moved those troublemakers out of Golden Ao Island.

"You have neglected moral cultivation and shown no respect for your elders and masters. From this day onward, you are expelled from the Jie Cult!"

Outside Golden Ao Island, the unwilling cries of condemnation from those people rang out, with Immortal Pilu at their head.

"Duobao, you are not the Jie Cult Master. What right do you have to make such a decision on your own?"

"I will wait here for Master to return and demand justice from him!"

These people had ordinarily relied on their status as Jie Cult disciples to commit every sort of wicked deed, leaving others angry but afraid to speak.

Once they lost the protection of that connection, their enemies would naturally come knocking.

Ye Changqing did not wish to stain his hands with too much blood from his fellow disciples, but now he had to pick a couple out to kill the chicken and warn the monkeys.

Though Immortal Pilu had never committed evil, his loyalty to the Jie Cult ran too shallow.

In the final battle of the future Investiture of the Gods, after the Myriad Immortals Formation was broken, he would be the first to voluntarily defect to the enemy.

One of the Seven Attendant Immortals?

Ridiculous!

This Jie Cult was still ruled by me, Ye Changqing!