The Demonic Sect Truly Is One Big Family of Glory and Riches

The Tianyin Temple has a grand and majestic gate, and its temple buildings stretch across the mountains.

Among the thousands of temples and halls, auspicious clouds once lingered and incense smoke curled upwards.

Even the ancient trees and stone tablets in the mountains have a sandalwood scent when you sniff them closely; their bark is as rugged as dragon scales, and their leaves are lush and green.

However, today...

Call!!!

A long gust of wind blew by, as if lifting a veil of mist, blowing away the past prosperity and peace, revealing the current tragic reality.

The ancient tree burned like a torch, its leaves turning to ashes in the thick smoke and flames, leaving only withered branches struggling to stay afloat.

Sap seeped continuously from the tree bark, which resembled dragon scales, like teardrops.

Most of the stone tablets were broken, and there were even the corpses of monks nailed to the large tablets.

The sunlight shone on the monk's face, making it appear deathly pale.

Many palaces have collapsed, and bloodstains have seeped from the ruins and tiles.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha, Infinite Light Buddha, Infinite Life Buddha, universally deliver those with karmic obstacles, and guide them to rebirth in the Pure Land—"

"Junior brother, Master, ah, no, no!!"

On many hilltops, besides the burning temples, thick black smoke, and flames, the sounds of chanting and screams could be heard continuously.

The Demonic Sect disciples were flying between the mountain peaks, and each time they swooped down on a mountain, a series of screams rang out.

At this moment, Shuhui stood in a valley, wearing a tall black gauze hat, with a gold mark between his eyebrows, a long black beard, and carrying a precious sword.

He looked around at the surrounding high places and saw screams and flames everywhere, which made him feel a little sorry for the people around him.

This valley is sparsely covered with vegetation, except for many white stone lotus platforms, which were originally the place where eminent monks in the temple practiced meditation.

The legendary Wordless Jade Disc is embedded in the cliff face on the east side of the valley.

The cliffs soared into the clouds; elsewhere, there were only ordinary rocks and moss.

Only near the ground was there a jade disc, about seven zhang high and four zhang wide, as delicate Ruyu and as smooth as a mirror.

In front of the jade disc is a pool of sweat, in which grows a vigorous tea tree with faint golden patterns on its bark and leaves.

At this moment Wu Shanjun, the Master of the Hall of Longevity, stood beside the tea tree, facing the jade disc.

The Dragon-Subduing Cauldron shrunk to the size of a palm, which he held on his left hand.

Inside the mouth of the cauldron, one can also see an even smaller jade plate, floating and sinking, which is the Samsara Disc.

"Cough cough!"

Wu Shanjun coughed twice, patted his chest to regulate his breathing, and said, "These old monks, transforming into relics and fighting to the death, are really not bad."

"Shuhui, if you hadn't seriously injured three of them first, I wouldn't have been able to break through the mountain gate today. You deserve the most credit."

Shuhui cupped his hands and said, "It's all thanks to the Hall Master's planning; I dare not claim any credit."

"But the remaining monks are no longer a threat. Since they've been defeated, let's just give them a quick death. Why stab them, bleed them, and make them wail for a long time before tearing them apart and taking their heads?"

Without turning his head, Wu Shanjun calmly said, "This action is not because my Demonic Sect is inhumane, but because these monks have been cultivating for many years, connecting the energy of the mountains with this Wordless Jade Disc."

"The great way is natural, and all things survive through natural selection. The energy of mountains and forests should contain both peace and ferocity, yet these monks have made the earth's energy appear tranquil and peaceful, deceiving themselves."

"Only by slowly bleeding them to death, letting them experience the regret, hatred, and fear of their impending demise, can the earth's energy be defiled, restoring the balance between purity and turbidity, and returning it to its Daoben."

Only in this way can the Wordless Jade Disc be retrieved as soon as possible.

Upon hearing this explanation, Shuhui felt much better.

The idea of joining the Demonic Sect was not something that Shuhui had only considered three years ago.

The Qingyun Sect has seven mountain peaks, each originally occupied by the Qingyun Sect disciples who practiced slash-and-burn agriculture, felled trees, built houses, and carried out extensive construction. However, over the centuries, six of these mountain peaks were successively occupied by heretical and demonic people from outside the sect.

These evil people have committed numerous atrocities and their reputation has spread far and wide. The outside world generally acknowledges that Mount Qingyun is a den of bandits.

Disciples of the Qingyun Sect like Shuhui were carefully taught from a young age to uphold the bottom line and rules of the righteous immortal sect when they went out.

But as soon as they announce their names, outsiders will assume they're from a bandit den and be wary and fearful of them.

If she didn't reveal her identity, she would easily be mistaken for Rogue Cultivator, Shuhui was unwilling to accept.

Unable to defeat the heretical sorcerers from the six mountain strongholds, he repeatedly suggested to the sect leader that they relocate the sect.

However, due to ancestral precepts, the sect leader insisted on defending Mount Qingyun to the death, even if only one mountain remained.

Shuhui felt even more aggrieved. When she was out and about, she could only say that her family came from a prestigious lineage and was by no means a mere Rogue Cultivator, but she couldn't go into details about which prestigious lineage it was.

Looking at the gazes of his fellow martial arts practitioners, he always felt that they were looking down on him and mocking him.

Once, while resting at an inn, he saw a man with a horse-like face enter the room; his face was remarkably long.

Some of the guests couldn't help but glance at him a few more times, and the horse-faced man immediately drew his sword and killed everyone at those tables.

"Your eyes are crooked; you must be slandering me in your hearts. You deserve to die!"

After killing them, the horse-faced man was still not satisfied. He grabbed the terrified innkeeper, found out who the customers at those tables were, drew his sword, went out, and slaughtered all the relatives and friends of those families.

Some people lived in a poor area in the west of the city, where sewage flowed freely, filth piled up, and rats scurried about.

The horse-faced man, annoyed by the sight, refused to go down and search carefully, so he remained suspended in mid-air and bombarded the entire street.

Shuhui, as if possessed by a ghost, secretly followed them and did not stop them from beginning to end, feeling an incomparable sense of joy in her heart.

The Demonic Sect is truly amazing; they can kill with a single glance, and killing an entire family isn't enough, they'll slaughter everyone on the street!

The horse-faced man was highly skilled and had already sensed Shuhui's presence. He turned around and looked.

The man's face was filled with admiration and envy.

The horse-faced man was amused and invited him to drink.

Shuhui was flattered and overwhelmed by the honor.

The Demonic Sect is truly remarkable; not only are they ruthless and decisive, but they also possess a degree of humanity.

He thus became acquainted with the horse-faced protector of the Hall of Longevity, but dared not make it public.

With this comparison in mind, when Shuhui returned to the Qingyun Sect, he saw that the sect's disciples were even speaking politely and chatting amiably with ordinary people when buying pigs and sheep.

Those ordinary people, when they send their children to our door to learn the Way, dare not kneel on the ground and have the whole family respectfully kowtow first, acting as slaves and servants, but only teach the youngest to kneel and kowtow. They are so ignorant of etiquette.

The more Shuhui looked, the more she felt that the Qingyun Sect was vulgar and utterly despicable.

Three years ago, when the Hall of Longevity came to exterminate the entire family.

The sky above the Seven Mountains of Qingyun Sect truly resembled a dark cloud pressing down on the city.

The barrage of spells not only destroyed the last vestiges of the Qingyun Sect's territory, but also...

He also casually killed countless heretical sorcerers from the six nearby mountains.

Shuhui was both shocked and furious. Just as she was about to run away, the Master of the Hall of Longevity held her down from a distance and was about to crush her to death on the spot.

Fortunately, the horse-faced protector begged for mercy.

The Master of the Hall of Longevity actually let him go, and even guided him in cultivation, gifted him pills and medicine, which greatly increased his cultivation level, and entrusted him with important responsibilities.

In contrast, although Tianyin Temple treated him well, they were, after all, a group of pedantic people.

"Alas, those who came Tianyin Temple were ignorant of the will of Heaven and recklessly altered the mountains and rivers; now you are facing this calamity."

Shuhui looked around and sighed inwardly.

"That's how cause and effect are; no one can defy it. Though I cherish our past relationship, I can't save you now."

At this moment, the horse-faced protector flew over from afar and presented the Master of the Hall of Longevity with a blood-stained jade rosary.

The prayer beads are carved into the shape of auspicious clouds and lion heads, small and cute.

"Reporting to the Master, I retrieved the prayer beads Monk Xue, but I didn't have time to retrieve the prayer beads containing the spirit of the abbot."

Wu Shanjun took the prayer beads and chuckled softly.

"Although the abbot's soul escaped, it is not a cause for concern; it is far less important than this rosary."

"Judging from the direction these prayer beads fled, even though the Monk Xue was annihilated, his last desperate attempt was to send these prayer beads, stained with my blood, to Incense Valley."

Incense Valley is located at a strategic pass in Southern Border, and since ancient times, it has been a place where both Immortal Dao and Witch Dao have been practiced.

If they could obtain the essence blood of the Master of the Hall of Longevity, they could unleash a powerful curse, killing him from mid-air regardless of the cost.

Even though the Master of the Hall of Longevity possesses a supreme treasure and has profound cultivation, and is not afraid of being cursed to death, he will probably still suffer great losses.

The Horse-Faced Protector asked in surprise, "This place is more than ten thousand miles away from Incense Valley. Monk Xue has no spiritual connection to the prayer beads, how could he have sent them so far?"

Wu Shanjun shook his head.

"It is common for these righteous sects to exchange precious gifts. Incense Valley once sent Tianyin Temple a lot of incense. It would be a little inappropriate for Tianyin Temple to return the favor by giving Buddha statues to a lay sect, so it returned the favor by giving many jade lions and jade elephants."

"These lion-head prayer beads will surely resonate with the jade lion. Even if their strength wanes and their speed decreases, they will eventually reach Incense Valley."

As he was talking, he suddenly threw the prayer beads into his mouth and chewed them up with a crunch.

It is my lifeblood; how can it be destroyed?

With the return of his essence and blood, although his injuries were not fully healed immediately, he already felt a sense of returning to wholeness.

A clear and comprehensive state of mind allows one to resonate with the various energies of heaven and earth.

"Oh?"

Wu Shanjun frowned slightly, suddenly feeling a sense of unease.

That's strange, where could the problem be?

The headquarters of the Demonic Sect cult? Unlikely.

What about the Heavenly Wolf Sect?

Hehuan is cunning, but the Poison God has a long-standing grudge against the Heavenly Wolf Sect, and the Master of Heavenly Lantern Pavilion, relying on his escape techniques, will surely want to take advantage of the situation, so he will most likely be willing to lend a hand.

With their help, Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall will at least have the upper hand; victory is practically guaranteed.

Moreover, Spirit Mountain has hidden methods that don't depend on cultivation level, but only on one's state of mind.

Even if the three opponents gather together and possess some astonishing divine power, retreating from Spirit Mountain should be no problem.

"Protector Ma, Shuhui, you two are in charge of moving the jade discs here. I'm going to check on the Northern Wastes."

Wu Shanjun gave his instructions, then rose into the air, preparing to leave.

Suddenly, several streaks of light appeared in the northern sky, streaking across the heavens and approaching.

From a distance, the flames were not far apart.

In reality, due to their different speeds, the distance between them should not be underestimated.

The leading emerald-colored flame left the second-ranked purple-gold flame several miles behind.

Some of the Demonic Sect sect disciples became alert, but when they looked up, they saw no other flames.

All I saw was a stunning emerald shooting star.

Choke!!!

A fierce sword cry emanated from within the emerald flames.

Like a meteor breaking apart, it transformed into hundreds of Sword Qi that crashed down upon the mountains.

The members of the Demonic Sect on the northernmost mountain peak were too close and were killed by the violent sword cry. Blood flowed from their seven orifices, and their bodies went limp.

The young novice monk, whose left hand had been severed, lay beside the Demonic Sect sect member, tears streaming down his face, but had escaped unscathed.

The sword's cry is keen, discerning friend from foe.

When the Sword Qi flew away, it only targeted members of the Demonic Sect.

However, as the Sword Qi flew towards other mountain peaks, there was a process involved. Halfway there, suddenly, blood-red palms appeared, blocking the Sword Qi.

Ding ding ding!!

All the emerald-green Sword Qi was blocked by the blood palm.

Those hands were crystal clear, like blood-red crystals, with not only the palm lines and knuckles but also the skin texture clearly visible, as they suddenly pushed forward.

He forcefully pushed the sword tip apart with his palm, crushing the Sword Qi inch by inch.

"You madman! All the heroes under heaven know my name and tremble at the mere mention of it. You arrived alone and killed my disciple right before my eyes?"

The voice of the Master of the Hall of Longevity echoed from the valley.

Numerous bloody hands converged into a giant palm, about the size of two or three acres, and reached out to grab Chu Tianshu in the sky.

I'm going to strangle you!!