Old Enemy Retreats, Butong Meets His End

"Heh, it's you who needs to Core Formation, not me." Cui Wuyang's tone was full of displeasure, causing the pot-bellied youth in the blood pool to freeze for a moment, but only for a few breaths before he spoke again with a pleasant expression:

"Senior's kindness to me Like a Mountain; in my heart, you are already like a teacher and a father. So why should you stand on ceremony or distinguish between us?"

Cui Wuyang laughed upon hearing this, and said jokingly, "I dare not accept such praise. You, kid, secretly switched to cultivating the Blood Sea Dao, and you killed your own parents, master, grandmaster, and even your mortal bloodline relatives. I did not expect to suffer the same fate."

Since Cui Wuyang had already put his mind to this, the pot-bellied youth stopped being polite and said seriously, "Senior, are you laughing at me for being heartless and ruthless, with hands full of blood and gore?"

"It's true that you were a paragon of righteousness when you were out there, but you were blind to the danger when you were helping those in need, and ended up offending powerful figures, ending up like me, a Devil Cultivator. Now you're forced to negotiate with a tiger for its skin, and work with me to fight for your life!"

As soon as the pot-bellied young man finished speaking, Cui Wuyang's face turned ashen, and the smile that had just appeared on his face vanished.

Seeing this, the former showed no smugness. After arguing with Cui Wuyang for a while, he knew when to stop and turned to the upside-down cultivator who was bound by heavy spiritual restraints, saying in a calm voice:

"This one seems to be from the Fei Household's Qiu River Hall, and can be considered one of the few Golden Core seeds in the Ying Prefecture Fei Household. He was found by several fellow cultivators who were patrolling the mountain the day before yesterday, and a fierce battle ensued."

Before I arrived, this fellow had been fighting and retreating, having already taken the lives of at least ten of his comrades. In the end, it took me seven or eight more lives to finally capture him.

After the pot-bellied young man finished speaking, before Cui Wuyang could react, he tossed a Storage Bag full of Restore Spirit Pill into the latter's hand. While Cui Wuyang was delighted, he also felt a pang of regret.

If these Restore Spirit Pill pills had arrived a few days earlier, he might have been able to save the old cultivator with the braided hair before Kang Dabao and the other two surrounded him, and bring him to Magnet Mountain to increase his strength.

The pot-bellied youth could not empathize with Cui Wuyang's regret. He simply took out the purple jade bowl and released more than ten souls of various ranks from it. Instantly, a chill seemed to rise in the quiet room.

"What Senior Cui said is indeed true. The cultivators outside are probably watching this hunt, and as for us prisoners, we are naturally the prey in this hunt."

The pot-bellied young man's earlier affable smile vanished as he spoke; instead, he made a gesture of gritted teeth and clenched his fist, causing Cui Wuyang, sitting opposite him, to feel a sense of shared indignation. However, being a man of considerable experience, he remained unaffected by this vexation and simply said in a calm voice:

"Young friend Suo, let's not waste time with idle talk. Things have come to this point, and we must take some countermeasures. We can't just wait to be surrounded by various Golden Core cultivators, have our souls taken, and have our futures ruined, as those high-ranking cultivators outside think."

Upon hearing the important matter, the pot-bellied youth immediately stood up from the blood pool where he had been sitting cross-legged. Thick blood ointment slid down his body, forming beads that looked like bright and beautiful red agates. He captured the souls that had just been scattered in the area one by one, and with a slight pinch of his short, thick fingers, he held them all in his hands.

Ignoring the chill emanating from his palm, he threw it into the pool of blood, making the color even more intense.

Afterwards, the three incantations of Dao, Mo, and Shi on the young man's face twisted simultaneously, then he transformed into a ray of light and leaped in front of Cui Wuyang, saying solemnly:

"Yesterday, I had someone carefully record the numbers, and 120 people have gathered in the mountains. This means that at least 90% of the comrades still alive in Bing Six Prison Chamber have arrived in our mountains."

"One hundred and twenty men." Cui Wuyang murmured for a moment, then closed his eyes and counted on his fingers before shaking his head. "That's a bit too few. Our armor is incomplete, and our drums and bugles are unclear. We'll definitely need to cut some men during the formation drills."

The pot-bellied youth spoke up, "Senior, no one else can come. There are at least seven or eight Golden Core cultivators outside who want to kill us. It's already a pleasant surprise that we were able to recruit so many people."

"So, the odds of winning are still not high." Cui Wuyang frowned again, but then he heard the pot-bellied youth on the other end speak up to comfort him, "Hey, Senior Cui, why worry?! Did these Golden Core seeds come here just to take our worthless lives?!"

Upon hearing this, Cui Wuyang's eyes lit up with understanding. "You mean?"

The pot-bellied youth slowly sat back down in the blood pool, feeling a warm and comfortable sensation spread throughout his body. He then laughed and said:

"They'll have to fight each other a few times eventually. Let's see if they'll crumble on their own. Senior Cui can focus on reorganizing the troops and conserve his strength to properly welcome these foreign guests."

As soon as the pot-bellied youth finished speaking, the blood pool, which had returned to calm, began to boil again. The rising steam made Cui Wuyang feel nauseous, so he left the meditation room without thinking and went to practice.

After he left, the pot-bellied youth who had been meditating with his eyes closed slowly raised his eyelids and murmured with a laugh in the direction Cui Wuyang had left, "Cultivating with righteousness, how naive! Did you really think that just because you took a piece of my soul, I would be at your mercy? Haha, just wait until I form my Golden Core."

Sect Leader Kang Da and the Fei Household uncle and nephew were completely unaware that Fei Nanxin had been captured by villains. After the three of them had defeated the old monk with braids and rested for half a day, they began to travel to various places to search for living souls again.

The three sent out several messages during this period, but most of the time there was no response. On one occasion, however, they managed to summon Han Chengfeng. This member of the Han Household had recently fought against the Wen Mountain Cult Gong Butong.

In a straightforward battle, Han Chengfeng had a slight advantage, but he couldn't gain much of an edge and could only watch as his opponent retreated wounded.

After a brief conversation with Han Chengfeng, the latter still showed no intention of traveling together, so they split into two groups again. In the past few days, Kang Dabao had placed the remains of the Black Bone and the Braided Old Cultivator together.

As expected, the remains of the old cultivator with the braided hair naturally became the sustenance for this Black Bone. The third Immortal Seal Script has already lit up to the point that it won't be difficult for Sect Leader Kang Da to understand its profound meaning by carefully studying the jade pendant for a while.

However, being under the watchful eyes of a group of cultivators, Kang Dabao dared not make a move.

After all, if this bone is truly a spiritual treasure, to so openly reveal it to these high-level cultivators would not only make it difficult for Sect Leader Kang Da to unravel its secrets, but might also bring about his own demise.

Whether the elders of the Fei Household want to save them or not, even if they do, the Ying Prefecture Fei Household, already in dire straits, cannot withstand the wolves and tigers surrounding them.

Several more days passed, and with little progress, the three intended to rest early. However, when Sect Leader Kang Da probed with his Divine Sense, he discovered something amiss.

"The constellation Jinggui indicates a struggle in the southwest."

Over the past few days, Fei Nanyi and Fei Wanqing had come to know that Kang Dabao possessed extraordinary Divine Sense, and naturally trusted him completely. The former, in a moment of inspiration, conjured a falcon formed from lightning, which, without anyone speaking, knew to carefully scout ahead of the three of them.

The three moved quickly, and Fei Nanyi soon saw the scene through Lei Jun's eyes and identified the people fighting.

"It's Wen Mountain Cult, who's fighting a False Core Gong Butong. He seemed to have been seriously injured by Fellow Daoist Qin before, and is currently at a disadvantage. But it's impossible to tell if he's hiding any other methods. If not, it could be dangerous."

"Is it really such a coincidence?" The Sect Leader Kang Da's expression was much calmer than Fei Nanying's. He and Fei Household each used a concealment technique to hide outside the battlefield.

Such methods are actually very difficult to avoid being discovered, but at this moment, the people present are too busy to notice that someone is hiding beside them.

Sect Leader Kang Da, hiding outside the battlefield, could see clearly that Gong Butong was seriously injured, but the False Core opposite him was also struggling to gain the upper hand, and the battle between the two was extremely intense.

Judging from the current situation, if both sides continue fighting to the death, the only outcome will be mutual destruction. However, if they simply sit back and relax, they might as well try to profit from the situation.

However, Kang Dabao never believed that he could stumble upon such a stroke of good fortune. Instead of being pleased, he became more cautious.

The situation in the arena was becoming increasingly dire, but Sect Leader Kang Da still did not make a move. Instead, he used his divine eyes to examine the two people in the arena for a long time before secretly communicating with the Fei Household uncle and nephew.

Not long afterward, the situation between the two combatants finally changed somewhat.

Gong Butong cultivates the "Great Void Yin-Yang Tribulation and Fate Scripture," a top-tier Cultivation Method of the Zhou Grade Supreme-Grade from the "Wen Mountain Comprehensive Records," making him one of the most outstanding figures among the recent generations of Wen Mountain Cult the Wen Shan Sect.

The Wen Mountain Cult emphasizes "using literature to convey the Way and taking mountains and rivers as its veins." Its disciples often boast of "cultivating Vast Righteousness spirit in one's heart and refining a soul for a thousand autumns through writing." It is considered a rare sect within the Great Wei Immortal Dynasty that externally refers to itself as "upholding righteousness."

However, Gong Butong the current Daoist, this scholarly air has faded somewhat.

The "Great Void Yin-Yang Tribulation and Fate Scripture" is indeed one of the fundamental techniques that the Wen Mountain Cult Sect provides to its core disciples. Gong Butong magic weapons or Law Treasure artifacts, but only uses the "Yin-Yang Yao Transformation Finger" Spirit Artifact to fight. Even when injured, the disciple was able to Pill Master to a standstill, which shows that he is indeed quite capable.

He formed half of the Xun trigram with each hand, summoning a gale that blew the Law Treasure thrown by the Pill Master opposite him off course, causing Law Treasure to land in empty space before it could catch its breath.

However, since the Gong Butong, he dared not linger for too long. He Heavenly Yao Seal with his ten fingers and stepped on the Seven Stars position. In an instant, he landed behind the False Core and extended another finger.

This outstretched finger, though seemingly ordinary, contained murderous intent.

Shu Yuanjiang, son of Shu Zhengde, a member of the Imperial Guard and a member of the Imperial Guard, was a promising Golden Core man from a prominent family. However, he was caught off guard and killed by this single finger strike.

Those nearby heard a muffled thud, and looking at the scene, they saw the Pill Master's chest suddenly explode, with a large amount of blood mixed with organ powder gushing out, clearly indicating that he had suffered a severe injury.

Gong Butong seemed relieved, but unexpectedly, the Pill Master still had the power to fight back at this moment. With a turn of his Vajra Pestle Law Treasure, he smashed Gong Butong's magic robe and spiritual restraints, causing the Wen Mountain Cult disciple to fly backward as well.

It was at this moment that the three people who had been hiding in the shadows finally made their move.

The Fei Household uncle and nephew were the fastest, even surpassing Sect Leader Kang Da several body lengths, clearly intending to take advantage of the situation. Kang Dabao, of course, had to hurry to catch up, lest someone else steal the credit he was about to gain.

For a moment, the atmosphere among the three became somewhat subtle. Kang Dabao arrived in front of the heavily injured False Core before the Fei Household. The Golden Light in his eyes could no longer be concealed. Just as he was about to make his move, he felt a burning sensation on the back of his neck, followed by what seemed like a soft laugh.

"Haha, fellow Daoist, it's been a long time."

Funeng, who had suddenly emerged from his hiding place, abruptly stopped smiling. He saw that the Sect Leader Kang Da, who had been moving towards the False Core cultivator, suddenly turn around, his eyes flashing with Golden Light five times in quick succession. It was clear that he had been preparing for this for a long time. How could he have done it without special preparation?!

Seeing that the Buddhist treasure, which should have been taken advantage of the opportunity to leave, not only did not harm anyone, but was instead knocked back by the Golden Light in the eyes of the Sect Leader Kang Da, Funeng suddenly shouted a Buddhist chant.

Om!

The skin on his forehead split open again, but no blood fell. A golden Buddhist light flowed down, and as the wound on Funeng's forehead opened to the size of a finger joint, a white lotus seed emerged from the flesh.

The lotus seed took root and sprouted into a white lotus in no time. The familiar sense of purity stung the eyes of the Sect Leader Kang Da, who could only mutter a soft rebuke, "Good bald monk, just looking at this appearance, I know you've made considerable progress over the years! You've got some skills!"

Funeng, who thought he had lured the snake out of its hole, never expected that he would fall into the trap set by Sect Leader Kang Da.

With such deliberate planning and preparation, the hastily formed "Pure Lotus First Ground Aspect" hadn't even had time to unfold its petals before being attacked by ten Golden Light simultaneously. How could it possibly withstand them?!

Funeng's face flushed red, and he let out a muffled groan tinged with blood. When he gritted his teeth and swallowed the foul blood, his silver teeth were stained bright red.

"Fellow Daoist is indeed cautious!" Funeng greeted him with his palms together. Even though he hated Sect Leader Kang Da to the bone, he still maintained his composure when the two were face to face.

"It's not that I, Kang, am being cautious; it's just that you, a monk, look down on people. You can't blame others for that!"

The Sect Leader Kang Da showed no sign of triumph. He simply flicked his finger, and the body of the False Core who was slumped on the ground, vomiting blood, immediately disintegrated and fell back to its original form as the Wheel of Reincarnation.

Funeng never imagined that the cultivation Cultivation Method he had painstakingly developed indoors, using his Merit Points and acquiring valuable treasures, would be so quickly broken by Kang Dabao's pupil technique, and he suffered a great loss.

The prayer wheel, which was still reciting Buddhist chants, was crushed by Kang Dabao's foot. Funeng's face flushed again, causing his qi to become disordered and his eight meridians to become blocked.

"Under these circumstances, how could I possibly defeat the Buddha Enemy? That's just wishful thinking!"

Funeng Neng glanced around in Gong Butong directions and saw that although he was not injured like himself, he was also being held back by a man and a woman from the Fei Household. Even though he had a slight advantage, he would not be able to break free in the short term.

The two sides are only united by mutual benefit; there's no room for sentimentality whatsoever.

Therefore, in an instant, the abbot of Original Response Temple forgot all his grudges and affections with Kang Dabao, stepped barefoot into the heart of the white lotus, and was about to abandon his companions and Gong Butong with Gong Butong, who was still unable to escape.

But how could Sect Leader Kang Da bear to part with such merit? He risked his life and fell with his halberd.

Several deep pits were immediately carved into the white lotus petals. After feeling the force subside, Funeng's face showed a hint of astonishment again. "Over the years, this fellow's cultivation has progressed far more than mine. Is this fellow really just from a minor sect?!"

It's true that Funeng was injured, but if he's determined to escape, Sect Leader Kang Da is still a bit short of the skill to stop him.

Fortunately, the monks from Wen Mountain Cult were Gong Butong to accompany me, so the trip wasn't a complete waste.

Gong Butong was already surprised because his and Funeng's plan had been exposed. Just as Funeng left, Sect Leader Kang Da returned and landed in front of him, which made him lose all will to fight.

This time, however, Sect Leader Kang Da was clearly determined. He led the Fei Household uncle and nephew to engage the Wen Mountain Cult disciple in a fierce battle for an unknown amount of time. He only knew that the other three had taken several spirit -Restore Spirit Pill pills before he saw a good opportunity and made his move.

He no longer held back his spiritual power, and several rounds of Golden Light shot out, smashing the protective talismans of Gong Butong Ge to pieces. The latter felt a pain on his face and was about to continue to summon talismans to block, but at this moment, he saw that Sect Leader Kang Da was already close to him.

As black flames Slaughter and Extermination from his halberd, streaks of light from his spears rushed towards them, unleashing moves Seven Sha Lock the Dragon and the Greedy Wolf Devours the Moon. Each move was exquisite, leaving the opponent Gong Butong and struggling to keep up.

At this point in the battle, even Sect Leader Kang Da felt his spiritual power was waning, let alone Gong Butong, who had been Gong Butong for a long time. Their Wen Mountain Cult was not as wealthy Yuezhu Su Household. Like Kang Dabao before, they had only heard of spiritual treasures such as the Ten Thousand Year Spiritual Milk, but had never seen them.

As the Sect Leader Kang Da watched his opponent grow paler and paler, finally, with Fei Nanyi exerting all his strength and unleashing a torrent of dark lightning, the last spiritual barrier on Gong Butong's body was broken.

With no further protection in front of Kang Dabao, a single blow would likely be enough to kill this Nascent Soul cultivator from a major sect. The latter, however, was vomiting blood and shouting threats, "I am Nascent Soul disciple! How dare you kill me?! How dare you kill me?!"

The Sect Leader Kang Da's reaction to this intimidating statement was indifferent, a reaction that even surprised himself. Logically speaking, given his pragmatic and down-to-earth nature, he should have hesitated somewhat upon hearing such words.

But these Gong Butong words stirred a surge of anger within him. "Can Nascent Soul cultivator kill me, but I can't kill Nascent Soul cultivator?!"

The Eight Wastelands Suppress the Mountain's fist energy did not stop, and it directly collided with Gong Butong's chest, which was already wide open and still shouting.

"Click"

What more can be said about this scene? Sect Leader Kang Da shook the salty smell off his hands, looking at Gong Butong's tattered robes with a sense of pity. The Fei Household uncle and nephew also breathed a sigh of relief. This battle, though simple in appearance, was in fact thrilling and thought-provoking.

However, they were unaware that, along with the death of Gong Butong, the enormous Mirage Qi Screen inside the Fei Household hall was also smashed to pieces by a glass lamp.

A furious roar erupted from inside the hall, its power truly reaching the heavens:

"Fei Ye Shui!!"