Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Return of the Demonic Cultivator

Next, Hao Tianlin finally witnessed just how unconventional Jiang Wangshu truly was.

Alchemy cultivators used their cauldrons as weapons, array masters transformed into human catapults, and healers busied themselves with poisons and sleeping draughts. Sword cultivators became tireless transportation machines, mages served as bait to lure enemies, while every musician and craftsman in the support squad was kept ceaselessly busy, running in circles with no chance for rest.

As an enemy, Hao Tianlin had only found Jiang Wangshu troublesome; as an ally, she was left with but a single thought in her mind.

Wen Qingye drifted lightly to the ground, attuned to every rustle and whisper carried on the wind around him.

Not far away, after hearing Zhang Wei’s words, the siblings Lu Lingfeng and his sister looked even more ashen, their thoughts consumed with escape.

He sensed something was amiss. Sweeping his gaze around, a single glance was enough to make his legs tremble in fear—most of the audience in the theater had been cleared out.

Moonlight poured over the surface of the Yanling Pool like strands of falling silk. When the wind stirred, the water rippled, and the moon in its depths broke into scattered shards of jade, floating and shattering the tranquil silence.

Suddenly, a mass of inky clouds blotted out the sky, enveloping more than a dozen traders beneath its shadow. Despairing screams rang out, only to be abruptly silenced as everyone fell into unconsciousness.

Yet, in a flash, the black funnel circled him halfway and once again blocked his path.

Upon reaching Tianquan Peak, as soon as they landed, Zhang Zhenkun and Wan Dongwei, along with Long Xiaotian and the Master of Great Sorrow, appeared outside the main hall, startling the newly arrived Star Lords.

Then, forcibly pulling up Wang Yu’s clothes to check, they found that although the fabric was riddled with bullet holes, there were only a few pale marks on his skin—clear evidence where the bullets had struck.

As they walked on, the gaunt Daoist suddenly took a deep sniff, his eyes scanning the surroundings, finally fixing his gaze on the valley ahead.

Dependent on the Kunpeng Clan, the eight major demon clans—the Tigers, Bears, Leopards, and others—clashed in fierce battle against tens of thousands of cultivators from the Heaven-Rending Sect and the Corpse God Sect on the island, the air filled with the deafening roar of combat.

Even when uninjured, dispersing the true sunfire from a fragile soul was no easy feat for the Grandmaster of Tongtian Sect. Severely wounded, it was nearly impossible, only worsening his injuries further.

Of course, the bed he lay in remained cold as ever, and nothing could remedy that.

Loxia must have been startled; her next attack came a beat slower, likely a panicked shot before making her escape.

Still, a mother never finds her own child ugly—no matter how unsightly her own creation, she could accept it. Gathering her courage, she took a bite.

Now, hearing Hanyueying’s explanation, the truth became clear: it was all because the Ba family wished to seize power alone. No wonder they had suddenly bolstered their forces; this was the reason behind it.

Four layers of rage obliterated her reason entirely—she wished she could command Lü Bu to end his own life on the spot just to vent her anger.

“You city folks really know how to play… really know how to play…” Huairen retreated awkwardly, the corners of his mouth twitching sharply. Truly, what kind of grudge could drive someone to such lengths?

The four men in black he brought today were all at least seventh-star rank in the Profound tier. With the five of them together, they would have nothing to fear even against a martial arts grandmaster.

Even if he was a guest of the Yan family, he was also the life-saving benefactor of the family’s third elder. He had no obligation to get involved, but, alas, the Feng family was simply too ungrateful, provoking him again and again.

Meanwhile, among the latest disciples to join the Absolute God Sect, many exceptionally talented individuals had emerged. Qin Ya even discovered a few who might prove invaluable in the future and took great care to instruct them.

That terrifying energy, upon reaching their feet, was somehow transferred to the sky by the flesh and blood bodies of the arhats and buddhas, gradually dissipating into the heavens as time passed.