The Primordial Law

Chapter 402 Encounter in Fuzhou
Lu Wensheng said, "The only way right now is to find the Demon Child and kill him. I really don't understand why the Third Palace Master restricts the fight to those of the same cultivation level. How can such a big matter be delayed?"

Lu Cangsheng said, "That is the Demon Child! He has both the Du'e Temple and the Demon Kingdom behind him. If he kills the Demon Child in a contest between people of the same realm, it means that he is not skilled enough. If Da Changsheng dares to make a move, the Du'e Temple and the Demon Kingdom can send out their extraordinary forces to kill you, Da Changsheng, or even wipe out your entire clan."

"Rules are made by the strong."

"The fact that the strong can abide by the rules is already the greatest fairness to the weak."

Qin Qian smiled brightly, "Senior Brother, I told you you misjudged! The life-or-death battle between Li Weiyi and Xie Chucai involves the rise and fall of the world, the lives of countless women and children, and even the survival of the human race. How could it be a battle of pride?"

A disciple of the Thunder Cloud Sect said with great admiration, "I must say, Li Weiyi is indeed a remarkable person, possessing the spirit of a young hero."

Lu Cangsheng said calmly, "Martial arts cultivation is not about who has more courage, more heroism, or is more willing to fight, but about who can survive to the end. Beneath this Lingxiao Realm, how many young heroes have turned into white bones in tombs before achieving immortality?"

“That’s right. Li Weiyi worked so hard, yet he was still hunted down by the imperial court last night. He might already be dead in some prison. So, don’t meddle in other people’s business. Your own life is more important than anything else,” Lu Wensheng said.

After leaving Nanyan Pass, the group of Leixiao Sect disciples sped eastward, leaving behind a trail of dust.

Li Weiyi watched them leave, thinking to himself, "It's a good thing to escape Lingxiao City as soon as possible. Perhaps it's time to go back to Lizhou, visit the Jiuli Hidden Sect, and have Yin Twenty-Four cook a good meal. Or I can go to Jiuli City to visit my fourth uncle. Or I can go to the Jiuli Temple to find Senior Sister Cai and Gao Huan and chat about my experiences over the past two or three years."

He walked across the plains of Fuzhou, heading south.

With Li Wei's cultivation level, he could traverse the entire prefecture in a single day if he traveled at full speed. However, after four days of walking at a brisk pace, day and night, he had only covered less than a thousand miles.

It is truly moving.

It felt as if countless chains were pulling him from behind, trying to drag him back to Lingxiao City, making it impossible for him to walk fast.

As dusk approached, twilight descended.

Li Weiyi climbed a low ridge a hundred meters high and looked around.

On the plain, everything was covered in white, with countless graves and tombstones half-hidden by ice and snow, creating a desolate yet eerie atmosphere.

A dozen miles away is a large market town with stone walls and watchtowers, surrounded by scattered villages.

Smoke rises from the chimneys, and the faint glow of lights can be seen.

Li Weiyi didn't want to travel any further. Not only was he starving, but his clothes hadn't been washed for several days, and he was extremely tired and covered in sweat. He decided to spend the night in the town ahead.

Take a hot bath and enjoy a delicious meal.

Entering the village.

The place was completely silent, with broken doors and windows, and not a single living person in sight.

Li Weiyi walked quickly, his figure flashing, heading directly towards the large market town.

The protective array surrounding the town had been destroyed. He leaped over the stone wall and landed silently inside the town, seeing many bloodstains and a few patrolling evil cult martial artists along the way.

Smelling the aroma of firewood and meat from the cooking smoke, Li Weiyi arrived at the square in the south of the town.

Looking towards the square.

The people in the town and the surrounding villages were all driven here.

Most of the young men died in battle, their corpses fed to the strange beast mounts, who devoured them one by one. Those who survived were turned into followers of the Blood Curse Cult.

The old man was chopped up and put into bags. Some members of a cult said they would take him back to use as fertilizer.

What enraged Li Wei even more was the sight of those small figures being roasted over the fire and on the wood-fired stove; the anger in his heart seemed to be burning him to ashes.

"boom!"

His internal energy erupted and enveloped the entire town.

"You're all asking for death!"

Li Weiyi summoned the Yellow Dragon Sword, strode towards the square, and with a single slash, cut the three evil cult martial artists who had no time to react in two, sending them flying more than ten feet away.

It's practically an open secret that the headquarters of the Rice Cult is located underground in Fuzhou.

Various human factions are active on the Fuzhou Plain, searching for an entrance to the main altar.

Thus, the Rice Cult began to create slaughter and chaos throughout the plains of Fuzhou, tying down human experts and keeping them busy and unable to attend to everything.

The one in charge of today's massacre was a Dao Seed Realm martial artist dressed in a yellow monk's robe.

He was a deformed human, standing five meters tall, with a human body and head, his upper body covered in thick gray hair. He raised a ten-foot-long, hundred-character-shaped heavy sword and swung it at Li Weiyi.

Li Weiyi shot out like a cannonball, smashing the heavy sword with a single punch to pieces.

Amidst the terrified gaze of the monk-robed martial artist, Li Weiyi swung his arm and snapped his neck. The enormous head flew off, rolling on the ground like a small water vat, staining the earth crimson with blood.

The town was filled with the sounds of fighting.

These cult martial artists initially tried to form a battle formation to fight back, but after Li Weiyi swept them through, they immediately collapsed and fled in all directions.

Unfortunately, he could not escape the outward manifestation of Li Weiyi's Daoist mind.

After killing the last cult martial artist, Li Weiyi returned to the town and went to the square illuminated by the firelight to help the young men with dazed eyes remove the blood curse from their bodies.

The surrounding area was filled with the sounds of crying, from young women and surviving children.

"You must leave immediately and go to a nearby city..."

Li Weiyi couldn't continue. Should he tell them that going to the nearby cities would be useless, and that everything would be wiped out once a full-scale war broke out?
Li Weiyi, fearing retaliation from the cult, decided to escort them for a while. After packing their belongings, they set off immediately at Li Weiyi's urging, without even having time to bury their families. The group of about a hundred people moved very slowly, and by late at night, they had only covered a little over ten miles.

"Wow!"

A stream of magical energy spread from afar.

Li Weiyi stopped and carefully sensed the strength of the energy. His expression changed drastically. He looked at the boundless night sky in front of him and then glanced at the team behind him.

So much time has passed and no cult masters have appeared, which suggests that the attack on that town was carried out by a lone group of cult martial artists.

The muffled roar of battle echoed in this direction.

The energy of the Dharma became even stronger, forming gusts of cold wind.

Li Weiyi beckoned to the most skilled man in the group, who was wielding a spear: "I must go over there and check it out. If the battle spreads this way, I need to lure them away in advance."

The man replied, "Understood! Rest assured, benefactor. It's only a few dozen miles from here to Yu County; we often travel this road."

Li Weiyi knew very well that he couldn't protect them forever; he could only save them temporarily, not forever. So, he immediately transformed into a blur and rushed towards the center of the battle's fluctuations.

After rushing out for thirty miles, the magical energy gradually intensified. Li Weiyi sensed a familiar aura within the magical energy, and a thick cloud of demonic energy rolled over the mountain ridges and hills, appearing in his field of vision.

The ground trembled, and sand and stones flew everywhere.

"It's the aura of the Demon Child!"

Li Weiyi concealed his presence and quickly retreated.

Three figures appeared on the distant mountain ridge and hills. They fought in close combat with incredible speed, their movements as swift as lightning.

"Haha, you two think you can kill me?"

The demon child uttered a childlike, innocent voice, and with a single hand seal, dark demonic mist gathered and transformed into a giant hand seal tens of meters long, sending a human cultivator at the Longevity Realm flying like a meteor.

"boom!"

The human cultivator at the Longevity Realm crashed down less than a mile from Li Weiyi.

His entire body sank diagonally into the ground, forming a long trench.

Large areas of the ground subsequently arched and bulged up.

"Wow!"

Song Yulou, wielding a horse-slaying sword, flew out from the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, severely injured by a palm strike from the Demon Child.

He spotted the human martial artist hiding nearby, but didn't recognize Li Weiyi. He said in a deep voice, "Get out of here. You dare to come and watch a battle between cultivators at the Longevity Realm? Be careful not to die in the aftermath of the battle."

After saying that, with a whoosh, he charged towards the battlefield between Zuoqiu Ling and the Demon Child.

On the mountain ridge, the burly Zuoqiu Ling and the demon child who looked like an eight or nine-year-old boy clashed palms together, the sound like divine thunder shattering the sky, creating surging energy ripples.

Zuoqiu Ling retreated continuously, causing the ground to collapse piece by piece, until finally his body smashed the entire hill apart.

"Hehe, your strength is not bad. No wonder some old guys at Du'e Temple think highly of your Zuoqiu School. The Zuoqiu School is indeed full of talented people."

The demon child let out a loud laugh, his eyes suddenly turning fierce as he thought of the humiliation he suffered at the West Sea King's Mansion, his killing intent soaring to the heavens.

The hundred demonic head tattoos covering his upper body came to life and manifested in the demonic clouds surrounding the world.

These demons were all the size of millstones, and they came in all sorts of strange shapes and sizes. Some had fangs, some had wings, and some had snake heads and human bodies...

With the power of a hundred demons upon him, the demon child's might increased greatly, and beams of light ten feet long shot from his eyes.

"Wow!"

The Nine Nether Treasure flew out from the ancestral field of Zuoqiu Ling. It was shaped like a rake and had nine forked spikes. It was made of immortal materials and had a great reputation in the Lingxiao Realm.

Zuoqiu Ling swung the Nine Nether Halberd, unleashing nine kinds of energy that converged into a nine-colored storm to resist the domineering fist force of the Demon Child, who had gathered the power of a hundred demons.

"Oh!"

The air exploded, and within a radius of several miles, all vegetation turned to ashes.

Zuo Qiuling was sent flying three miles away, his body sliding backward. He immediately brandished the Nine Nether Halberd and plunged it into the ground to stabilize himself. His five fingers, gripping the halberd, trembled uncontrollably.

"You're really impressive to have withstood my punch. Any other martial artist at the first level of the Longevity Realm would have been punched through and killed on the spot."

The demon child's body blurred and disappeared from the spot. The next moment, he was already in close combat with Zuoqiu Ling.

Li Weiyi fled far away, and used his telepathic power to transmit his voice to Tang Wanzhou in the Buddha relic: "Young Master, the Demon Child has appeared! He has already broken through to the Longevity Realm. It seems that only your intervention will give us hope. Zuoqiu Ling and Song Yulou are no match for him."

Tang Wanzhou's voice rang out: "You finally remembered me? I've been calling you for days, asking you to release me, but you haven't said a word. You act like you're going to take me back to Lizhou."

Li Weiyi looked embarrassed: "Really? I didn't hear it."

"Stop talking nonsense! Let me out. Demon Child is my opponent. I want to see what power he inherited from the Holy Infant that allows him to mutate the Mother-Child Spring," Tang Wanzhou said.

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