Fellow Daoist, This Magic Treasure Is Truly Dangerous

When Chen Ye heard this cry of "upholding justice on behalf of heaven," he decisively praised himself: "I really didn't guess wrong."

The amount of natural spiritual energy drawn by this formation was a bit too large; it was simply too conspicuous.

Moreover, there were quite a few dead bodies here, and the soaring resentment was awakened by Chen Ye, making it as dazzling as a torch.

Mo Ci had warned him more than once that killing people to cultivate shouldn't be done on a large scale; this wasn't the era where the Demon Lords had the final say.

Back when demon lords were everywhere, killing for cultivation was perfectly normal. They would slaughter a village here or keep a city as livestock there, treating human lives as cheap as dogs, which only resulted in forcing more and more demon lords into existence.

Later, when mortals weren't enough to go around, the Demon Lords finally spoke up, telling the minor demons below to restrain themselves a little.

In those days, when demon lords met, they would greet each other like this.

"How many did you kill?"

"A few hundred, I suppose."

"And yesterday?"

As for resentment soaring to the heavens, back then, if you looked with spiritual eyes, the whole world was filled with resentment.

Those days are gone and won't be coming back.

Whenever demon lords make a move now, it's like spilling ink on a sheet of white paper; it's clearly visible from hundreds of miles away, and it's only natural that it would attract the attention of other cultivators.

However, the Fenxiang Sect?

It seemed to be one of the five major righteous sects, rumored to have the most chaotic heritage among the prestigious schools, and was particularly skilled in alchemy.

Seeing that this person's magic treasure was an alchemy furnace, it seemed that rumor was true.

Since he was from a prestigious sect, Chen Ye didn't want to fall out with him and was preparing to explain, but the newcomer didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

A burst of flames erupted from the bronze alchemy furnace, flying toward Chen Ye like a long snake.

Chen Ye reached into his storage bag and pulled out two Call Wind Talismans.

To deal with Jiang Shiyue, Chen Ye had prepared quite a few of these talismans, though he hadn't expected to still be using them after Jiang Shiyue was already dead.

However, Chen Ye wasn't using these two talismans to blow away the fire snake.

Before knowing the principles behind an opponent's techniques, one must avoid choosing a method of response blindly. If the wind failed to disperse the fire snake, he would be in trouble.

Therefore, Chen Ye used the two talismans on himself.

Chen Ye tapped his toes lightly, and the two Call Wind Talismans exploded in his palms. A violent gust of air pushed him backward through the air for thirty feet, just barely dodging the crimson fire snake spat out by the bronze alchemy furnace. The flames grazed his hem, scorching a foot-long mark into the ground, and the air was instantly filled with the acrid stench of sulfur and bone ash.

"Hm? That's it?"

Chen Ye looked at the marks left by the fire snake and felt slightly surprised; the power was much lower than he had expected.

It wasn't flexible, it didn't explode, and it wasn't a high temperature capable of igniting everything instantly... wasn't this just ordinary fire?

Chen Ye mused that he could do this too, though it wasn't as convenient. Was this all a disciple of the Fenxiang Sect could do?

Perhaps it was because he subconsciously took Su Chunyi as the average level for disciples of major sects, and having recently killed two Tongxuan Realm cultivators, Chen Ye's judgment of the combat standards of normal cultivators had become severely skewed.

But Wei Changsheng didn't think so.

He only felt that his first strike had forced this little demon into a panicked retreat.

Although the fire was ordinary, it would still leave a cultivator who hadn't tempered their body with Gangsha with charred skin, and the excruciating pain of being burned by flames was enough to strip one of the strength to resist.

One look at Chen Ye's aura told Wei Changsheng that he was just a beginner in the Qi Sea Realm who hadn't even finished tempering his body with spiritual energy; how could he possibly be his match?

Missing the first strike, Wei Changsheng activated his magic treasure again, and another fire snake flew out. This time, it circled around, intending to strike Chen Ye in the waist.

But Chen Ye didn't repeat his previous trick; instead, he cast the Call Wind Talisman, and a fierce gust of wind blew the fire snake off course.

"It really is just ordinary fire."

Regardless of whether this person was underestimating him or feigning weakness, Chen Ye decided to counterattack.

Under Chen Ye's mental control, the Green-Faced Evil Ghost swung the chain in its hand toward Wei Changsheng.

The rusty iron hook flew faster than the fire snake, appearing merciless as it aimed directly for Wei Changsheng's heart.

Wei Changsheng sneered in disdain; how could a body tempered by Gangsha fear a mere iron hook?

However, he wasn't arrogant enough to take a demonic technique head-on with his physical body. Wei Changsheng tapped the Five Immortals Furnace beneath him, shifting his stance to block the Green-Faced Evil Ghost's iron hook with the furnace.

In Wei Changsheng's view, he would at most suffer some impact. This Five Immortals Furnace was no ordinary magic treasure; it was considered a top-tier item even within the Fenxiang Sect.

An alchemy furnace used for refining pills, if nothing else, was built for durability above all else.

Wei Changsheng had sufficient confidence in the sturdiness of the Five Immortals Furnace. Even Su Chunyi's sword might not be able to damage his treasure, let alone a technique from a mere Qi Sea Realm cultivator...

As the iron hook collided with the Five Immortals Furnace, Wei Changsheng's confident smile instantly froze.

There was no expected impact, nor was there any sound.

The iron hook passed directly through the Five Immortals Furnace and arrived right in front of Wei Changsheng.

Wei Changsheng thought the hook was merely an illusion, but the metallic, rotting stench rushing toward his face was all too real.

It was too late to dodge now.

Wei Changsheng's pupils constricted and he instinctively leaned back, but the iron hook still pierced into his shoulder blade.

Wei Changsheng had assumed this thing would pass right through his body, but he only felt a sharp pain in his shoulder as it struck him with solid force.

His physical body, tempered by Gangsha, should have been incredibly tough, making it difficult for ordinary blades to cause any damage, yet this iron hook pierced his bone with ease, dragging him down from the Five Immortals Furnace.

The excruciating pain caused Wei Changsheng to lose the ability to think.

He could swear to the heavens that this pain was just like what he had endured during his Gangsha body tempering—no, it was even more painful, even more terrifying.

Wei Changsheng could no longer care about his image, rolling on the ground in agony and letting out bursts of miserable screams.

But the more he rolled, the tighter the iron chains wrapped around him; despite being illusory objects, they locked Wei Changsheng firmly in place until he could not move at all.

The Five Immortals Furnace lost its control and crashed down, smashing a large pit into the ground.

It was certainly sturdy enough, though; it didn't look deformed, and it didn't even seem to have a single scratch on it.

Chen Ye watched Wei Changsheng rolling on the ground, his brows furrowed tightly.

The power of these iron hooks and chains was calculated based on one's sins; for Chen Ye, this little devil, it was only equivalent to a punch to the chest, so why was this disciple of a righteous sect rolling around in such agony?

Who was the real devil here?

Could it be that this kid was an impostor?

Chen Ye didn't care what he was screaming about; he waved the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, ordering the vengeful spirits to rush forward and strip him bare.

He just hadn't expected that the fierce and violent vengeful spirits would hesitate when facing this Green-Faced Evil Ghost, and even Yang Chongguang, a veteran who had once fought bloody battles on the battlefield, dared not move forward.

Yang Chongguang even said bluntly, "Benefactor, this divine ability of yours is too frightening. My body has gone soft, and I cannot move."

Chen Ye hadn't expected that the evil ghost condensed from this secret technique would have a deterrent effect on vengeful spirits, so he had no choice but to put away the Ten Thousand Soul Banner and run over to the man himself.

However, after this delay, the pain in Wei Changsheng's body had lessened significantly, and he could barely move.

Chen Ye hurriedly controlled the Green-Faced Evil Ghost to wrap a few more loops of chains around the kid.

Then, he howled even louder.

Chen Ye laughed, "Do not blame me, fellow Daoist; I am merely acting in self-defense."

"Damned devil!" Wei Changsheng let out a hoarse, desperate roar, "I will kill you!"

Chen Ye smiled and reached out both hands toward him.

"What are you doing?!"

Wei Changsheng could not move and could only watch helplessly as Chen Ye removed his storage bag.

"You dare to rob the treasures of my Fenxiang Sect?!"

Wei Changsheng struggled with all his might, but the chains suppressed him so tightly that he couldn't even shift his body.

Chen Ye explained, "Do not blame me, fellow Daoist. After all, no one knows what kind of treasures a cultivator might pull out of their storage bag. I am just protecting myself, merely self-defense."

After saying this, Chen Ye removed the jade pendant from his waist.

"This jade pendant is full of wood-attribute spiritual energy, with the trigram Dui above and Kun below, representing the Gathering of the Marsh and Earth. I fear it could summon wooden spikes to pierce my body, so I shall keep it for you for the time being."

Wei Changsheng shouted, "Nonsense, this is for self-protection..."

But Chen Ye didn't listen to him at all and removed his hair ornament as well.

"Dark wood, a good item... ah, no, a dangerous magical treasure."

"And this clothing of yours, fire-washed cloth mixed with celestial silk, impervious to water and fire... hmm, it is also possible that it could wrap someone inside and turn them into pus within moments. I will put this away for you first."