Staying in the sect, controlling beasts and cultivating immortals

Chen Xueqing sneered and smiled. Although she was smiling, there was a hint of coldness in her eyes. She continued to speak softly:
"I know that Fellow Daoist Yu is confident in his own strength, and he really shouldn't underestimate himself. But since Wang Sheng is the seventh Holy Son, his strength naturally needs no further explanation from me."

"With my cultivation, I have already reached the peak of the Purple Palace. I can easily defeat a demigod."

Chen Xueqing paused, glanced at Yu Changsheng calmly, with a bit of wonder in her eyes, and said: "To be honest, Fellow Daoist Yu is indeed very good, but now, after all, he is only in the middle stage of Purple Mansion. Going against Wang Sheng now is tantamount to a dead end."

"It's better to wait for a while until you have reached a certain level of cultivation. By then, I believe Wang Sheng won't be able to do anything to you. As for now..."

Chen Xueqing pondered for a moment, shook her head and smiled, and said more bluntly: "As for now, going head-on with him is just asking for trouble. You have no chance of winning."

"Even if you are arrogant, it is best to do so under the condition that you are absolutely safe. Otherwise, it would be extremely foolish. Therefore, Fellow Daoist Yu had better think carefully about what I said."

"For you, although it is not the only way, it is relatively the best way to go."

After Chen Xueqing finished speaking, she nodded and looked at Yu Changsheng quietly. There seemed to be deep meaning in her eyes and eyebrows as she observed every slight change in Yu Changsheng's expression.

It's just a pity that Yu Changsheng just listened to Chen Xueqing quietly, his expression unchanged, his face calm, he nodded lightly, chuckled, lowered his eyebrows and bowed to Chen Xueqing:
"What the Saint said is absolutely right. Changsheng will keep it in mind. However, please do not bother the Saint to worry about it. For a cultivator like me, the road is already full of twists and turns. If I do not have the courage to go through such a storm alone, then what is the point of cultivating immortality?"

"I appreciate the good intentions of the Saint Lady. Thank you very much. As for the rest, we will just take it one step at a time."

After Yu Changsheng finished speaking, he clasped his fists and bowed again. His attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, but his tone contained a hint of unquestionableness. In his calmness, he also gave Chen Xueqing enough face.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xueqing narrowed her eyes slightly, looked deeply at Yu Changsheng, smiled faintly, and said:

"Fellow Daoist Yu really makes me look at you with awe. You are right. People who cultivate immortality need to have this kind of bearing. However, bearing is dead, and people are alive. People can be arrogant, but they cannot be ignorant."

Chen Xueqing still had some hope and said, "Maybe you don't quite understand what I mean. As my follower, I won't restrict you too much, and..."

Chen Xueqing was about to say something when the next moment, the entire Lingkuang Island suddenly shook. A violent shaking spread throughout the island. The attic swayed, the earth trembled, and the formation guarding the entire island suddenly flickered. The surrounding sea area within a hundred miles was surging with waves hundreds of meters high.

A sound like a thunder explosion, carrying with it anger and divine power, echoed in the sky above Lingkuang Island.

"Who is the person in charge here? Yu Changsheng, come out and see me!"

The sound was loud and detonated, resounding through the sky of the Bie Ling Mining Island. In an instant, the wind and clouds changed, and an invisible pressure swept over. Throughout the entire Ling Mining Island, miners screamed in surprise, stopped their work, and looked at the scene in horror.

Inside the attic, Yu Changsheng and Wei Lao's faces suddenly changed, and they clasped their fists towards Chen Xueqing: "It seems that some trouble has come. I'm sorry to leave you for a moment. Please forgive me, Saint."

Chen Xueqing was stunned, her beautiful eyes turned, and she didn't say much, but just nodded slightly, with a hint of surprise on her face. She followed Yu Changsheng out of the attic and looked at the scene outside, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

I saw that the sky above the entire Lingkuang Island was shrouded in a monstrous demonic energy that covered the sky. It was pitch black. In the black fog, there were strange scarlet lightning jumping and flashing, emitting waves of destruction.

"Hoohoho!"

The shrill roar echoed in the black fog, with residual souls and shadows wandering and flickering in it. The overwhelming resentment and demonic energy twisted the void. The astonishing pressure spread in all directions. The black fog surged and slammed heavily into the protective formation guarding the island.

"Crack..."

In an instant, there was a roar like thunder, and the formation was twisted. Tiny cracks slowly spread out, and even a little black gas had penetrated the cracks and spread to the island. The earth was shaking, and everyone was in panic.

Countless miners looked up at this scene in horror, with panic and fear in their eyes. An oppressive atmosphere spread in their hearts. Their faces changed and they whispered in fear:

"What...what's going on?"

"Has the weather changed? Why is there such a strong demonic aura..."

"Are there any demon cultivators coming? What should we do..."

Countless people were in panic, and an invisible emotion was spreading among the crowd. There was also an astonishing pressure that fell from the sky and weighed on everyone's nerves.

The formation was shaking, and the black fog was dispelled. A huge ship was riding the black fog, riding the waves, and soaring above the formation, overlooking the confrontation from the air.

This boat is majestic and hundreds of feet wide. It slowly emerges from the black fog, emitting a dim light all over, as if it is sailing out of the dark abyss. Countless ghosts circle around the boat, roaring silently in the midst of the shrillness, as if to welcome it.

This boat is majestic and vast, and its hull is made of a strange black wood, engraved with twisted runes and unknown patterns. It exudes a sense of overwhelming evil, and faintly flashes a dark red light, as if blood is flowing in it.

The bow of the ship is like a ferocious beast head, with a green face and red area, sharp fangs, and eyes flashing with a strange green light, as if it can see through people's hearts and make people shudder.

Rows of pale lanterns were hung on both sides of the ship's side, emitting a cold and bleak light. Looking closely, the lanterns were made up of polished human heads, with the swaying flames emitting tiny bits of silver light. In the wicks of the lanterns, there were countless souls that were continuously burning, emitting sharp roars and overwhelming resentment.

The surrounding air was stained with a layer of strange atmosphere. Wherever the boat passed, the surrounding fog spread, carrying a smell of decay and death, fear, and oppression.

The huge black canvas on the mast fluttered in the night wind, and the huge magic patterns painted on the canvas appeared and disappeared from time to time, forming a huge three-headed hole pattern, revealing a heart-pounding emotional fluctuation.

Horrible, evil, weird...

All kinds of auras spread in the void as the ghost boat moved.

On the deck, a group of demon cultivators in black robes stood in the shadows. Their faces were hidden under masks with green faces and fangs. Their eyes were cold and they exuded a strong evil aura that surged like a raging black tide.

At a glance, there were exactly twenty-one people, no more, no less, with different cultivation levels. The eight in the lead took a step forward, emitting a mighty aura that reached the sky. The aura of the Purple Mansion burst out wantonly, condensing into a ball, like an invisible giant hand that descended from the sky and enveloped people's hearts.

As for the rest, most of them have also reached the late Jindan stage of cultivation, and when they work together, they are quite impressive.

"The Demonic Pirate Group?" Yu Changsheng frowned as he looked at the scene with a cold expression. He stepped into the sky and stood in front of the ghost boat, saying in a cold voice:

"You know, this is the base of the Sea Beast Sky Island. You dark bugs, coming here like this, isn't it a bit too arrogant?"

"Haha, you are Yu Changsheng?"

A hoarse voice came from the ghost boat. Yu Changsheng looked closely and saw that among the eight pirates with Purple Mansion cultivation, the leader was completely different from the black-robed demon cultivators around him.

He was wearing a white robe and a special mask on his face that covered his features and blocked the detection of spiritual consciousness. One could only see through the eyes beneath the mask that one could realize that this person was not simple.

Different from the scarlet and turbid eyes of the demon cultivators beside him, this man's eyes were bright, and in the depths, it seemed as if countless stars were extinguished. The aura of the peak of the Purple Mansion was stirring up the wind and clouds, bursting out wantonly, and in the illusion, a vortex that reached the sky and the earth was spinning, condensing into an invincible force. An invisible sword suddenly descended, knocking on people's hearts.

"That's right, you are a coward who hides his head and shows his tail. Who are you to dare to come to the Sea Beast Island and act so recklessly? Are you tired of living?!"

Yu Changsheng suddenly frowned, looked at this person and took a step forward. Although he had the aura of only the middle stage of Purple Mansion, he was not much inferior to this cultivator. He also soared into the sky and turned into a storm, standing in front of the entire ghost boat and confronting it from a distance.

The sound of the words also turned into thunder and suddenly exploded in the sky, rippling black fog, and countless huge waves surged over the sea.

From the perspective of the Lingkuang Island, this scene was exactly that of Yu Changsheng, standing alone against the twisted and majestic black fog ghost boat, blocking the twenty-one demon cultivators, withstanding the terrifying pressure, still standing still, standing up strongly, as if he was supporting the sky alone.

Although he was clearly alone, he burst out with the momentum of thousands of troops. This scene excited all the miners. Their originally slightly depressed and panicked mood was relieved. The expressions of the miners changed and they looked at Yu Changsheng's body, which suddenly seemed as tall as a mountain, which made people feel at ease.

Then, three figures flew out from the miners and came to Yu Changsheng's side. They were Yang Ling, Wu Xufei and Shi Huishan.

"Daoyou Changsheng has been very kind to us. Today seems to be the perfect time to repay you."

Shi Huishan breathed slightly, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and smiled faintly at Yu Changsheng, but his slightly pale face betrayed the uneasy thoughts he was having.

Wu Xufei and Yang Ling were speechless. They just moved closer to Yu Changsheng and nodded.

After the three men flew out, the remaining miners looked at each other and flew out one after another, densely surrounding Yu Changsheng. They were silent, but they all confronted the entire magic pirate group together.

For a moment, there was a dark mass and a murderous atmosphere. The team of more than 400 people, all united against the common enemy, formed a group.

Even the leading white-robed pirate was stunned. His face beneath the mask became somewhat ugly and gloomy, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"Do you know the consequences of going against me? Today we are here only to kill Yu Changsheng. As for the rest of you, please do not get involved. It has nothing to do with you. Otherwise, I cannot guarantee how much blood will be shed on Lingkuang Island today."

The white-robed demon cultivator spoke in a deep voice, and then fell down. His body shook, and all the pirates burst out together. The aura of the eight purple palaces, led by him, turned into an overwhelming pressure, and pressed towards Yu Changsheng.

Although Yu Changsheng has the advantage in numbers, most of them are only in the early stage of Jindan. If they really fight, they will naturally be no match for so many Zifu.

Therefore, when the power of Zifu appeared, the faces of the miners suddenly changed, and they all gritted their teeth, but did not retreat at all.

"Humph, you are shameless."

Seeing this, the white-robed monk's face darkened completely. He snorted angrily and gave a sinister order:
"You can kill the rest of them, but don't kill them all. Leave most of them alive. I will take care of the rest."

"Yes."

The group of demonic pirates responded in a low voice, then raised their eyes and looked at Yu Changsheng and the miners with bloodshot gazes, with bloodthirsty light flashing in their eyes.

"I haven't tasted so much golden elixir blood in a long time..."

"Their souls must be very interesting. Devouring the golden cores of these people will surely allow me to break through again..."

"Although it's not good to kill them all, it's still okay to kill some of them..."

A series of hoarse but greedy voices were heard, like the whispers of a devil. For a moment, all the miners gritted their teeth, but they just looked at this group of devil pirates nervously without retreating.

"I'm quite protective of you, haha."

Seeing this, the white-robed monk smiled coldly.

"However, reckless maintenance will come at a price."

After saying that, the white-robed monk's eyes flashed, and he waved his hand lightly, no longer suppressing his murderous intent. In an instant, the seven Purple Mansion Demon Cultivators beside him, along with a group of demon cultivators at the peak of the late Jindan stage, pounced on the group of miner monks beside Yu Changsheng like wolves among a flock of sheep, with greed and bloodiness.

"Even though it would make a big noise if all of them died, it wouldn't be a big problem if some of them died."

The white-robed monk murmured in a low voice, and as soon as he finished speaking, his body shook and he suddenly rushed out, shooting towards Yu Changsheng fiercely with murderous intent.

"Hoohoohoo!!"

The storm swirled, the air surged like a torrent, thunder roared, and a low roar filled with murderous intent echoed: "Yu Changsheng, give me your life!"

Yu Changsheng frowned, his eyes darkened, his body suddenly retreated, but with a wave of his sleeve, the Colorful Star Deer, Red Purgatory Dragon, Golden Winged Roc and Red Purgatory Dragon, including the Purple Spirit Emperor, five beasts appeared together, but they did not rush towards the white-robed monk, but found the other seven Purple Mansion monks and entangled with them.

"Tie them up and don't give them a chance to attack others."

Yu Changsheng gave the order in a low roar. After doing all this, he suddenly turned his head to look at the white-robed monk who was rushing towards him. He did not dodge, but turned around suddenly, met the figure of the white-robed monk, and punched him violently. (End of this chapter)