Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

"Let's go in quickly!"

Biyao was worried about the Ghost King, so she said something and quickly went inside with Zhang Xiaofan.

Upon entering the passageway, the malevolent energy intensified. The further one went, the denser the malevolent energy became, even forming a red mist within the passageway.

Suddenly, a roar like that of a wild beast came from around the corner ahead, along with the sound of magical artifacts clashing.

Two disciples of the Ghost King Sect were seen fighting ahead, one wielding a sword and the other a broadsword.

Biyao noticed that the two of them had bloodshot eyes and were attacking each other frantically, as if possessed.

"puff!"

Suddenly, the Ghost King Sect disciple wielding a large sword proved superior, cleaving the Ghost King Sect disciple holding a precious sword in two with a single strike.

"Haha...hoho..."

After killing his opponent, the Ghost King Sect disciple wielding a large sword immediately showed excitement on his face and laughed heartily. As he laughed, he unconsciously began to roar like a wild beast, his face becoming even more crazed.

As he grew increasingly frenzied, he repeatedly slashed at his dead disciples with his broadsword.

He kept slashing, one cut after another, until he saw his opponent as mincemeat, and he didn't stop.

Suddenly, the disciple with the broadsword sniffed the air like a dog and abruptly turned to look at Zhang Xiaofan and the other person.

Upon seeing the two, his eyes gleamed with excitement, his mouth stretched into a wide grin, and he laughed maniacally:

"Haha...kill...kill..."

The disciple with the broadsword laughed maniacally as he rushed towards Zhang Xiaofan and his companion, his eyes filled with bloodlust.

Biyao looked at the Ghost King Sect disciples who were attacking, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes, and the Heartbreak Flower on her wrist turned green.

Just then, Zhang Xiaofan raised his large hand, pointing his index finger at the Ghost King Sect disciple who was attacking.

The next moment, a beam of blood shot out from the fingertip.

It moved with incredible speed, instantly piercing through the Ghost King Sect disciple's forehead and leaving a hole the size of a fist.

"boom!"

Struck by this blow, the Ghost King Sect disciple collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Biyao stepped forward, looked down at the Ghost King Sect disciples on the ground, and frowned, saying:

"His eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to have lost his mind just now, only knowing how to kill."

"It is evident that the malevolent energy emanating from the blood pool deep within the mountain, if inhaled for a long time, can influence people's minds and turn them into puppets who only know how to kill."

“We’re still far from the Blood Pool. Father has been staying near the Blood Pool the whole time. Even though his cultivation is far superior to these Ghost King Sect disciples, he might still be affected by the baleful energy…”

Seeing the worry on Biyao's face, Zhang Xiaofan gently patted her shoulder and comforted her:
"Don't worry, your father is highly skilled and has a strong will. Although these evil energies are strong, they cannot have a significant impact on your father."

"Really?" Biyao looked up at Zhang Xiaofan, her face showing a pitiful worry.

"Really!" Zhang Xiaofan nodded. Of course, there was one more thing he didn't say:

Although these malevolent energies cannot affect the Ghost King, the Asura power within the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron is enough to turn the Ghost King into a ruthless demon.

However, saying these words to Biyao would be useless, only adding to her sadness.

With expressions of worry for the Ghost King, Biyao and Zhang Xiaofan hurried towards the blood pool deep inside the mountain.

Along the way, they encountered more than a dozen disciples with bloodshot eyes, some killing each other, others slashing at the surrounding stone walls with their swords.

When Zhang Xiaofan passed by, he pointed his finger and killed the enemy instantly.

After all, these disciples have become bloodthirsty puppets, and keeping them around will only harm themselves and others. If they escape from Fox Ridge Mountain and go outside, they will have an even greater impact on the surrounding people.

After all, a bloodthirsty cultivator was like the end of the world for those villages. After walking for a while, they saw a flash of blood at the end of the passageway ahead.

The two quickened their pace, and just as they reached the end of the passageway, a bright and open space opened up before them—the location of the blood pool.

On the stone platform at the edge of the blood pool ahead, a tall and imposing figure stood proudly alone.

He was dressed in a black robe and a black python robe, with long, ink-black hair cascading down his back. He had his hands behind his back, facing away from the two people, looking down at the blood pool.

Above the blood pool, the malevolent energy formed a red mist that drifted through this space inside the mountain.

Several purple chains extended from the blood pool upwards towards the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron. Spiritual energy continuously flowed from these chains to the cauldron, where it was absorbed.

Biyao quickly came to the Ghost King's side, looking at him with a worried expression, and said:

"Father, stop! The passageway outside is full of bloodthirsty puppets. If this continues, the Ghost King Sect disciples will all be wiped out in time."

The Ghost King looked at Biyao before him, his cold expression softening instantly. His deep eyes fixed on Biyao as he said:

"Biyao, didn't I tell you not to come here? Why are you here?"

Biyao shook her head, her voice sharp and stern:

“Father, if I hadn’t come soon, I’m afraid you would have been affected by this evil energy and turned into a demon, and then I would have no father.”

The Ghost King reached out and gently patted Biyao's shoulder, smiling as he said:

“Biyao, your father is highly skilled. What can mere evil energy do to me? Don’t worry.”

Biyao looked down at the blood pool below, and saw that the huge pool was full of blood.

A pungent, foul smell of blood assaulted my senses, making me want to vomit.

Biyao patted her chest, feeling a little better, and immediately said:
"Father, I've already lost my mother. I don't want anything to happen to you. Besides Xiaofan, you're all I have left."

"woo woo woo woo……"

As she spoke, Biyao's eyes welled up with tears.

The Ghost King reached out and wiped away Biyao's tears, his face full of affection as he said:

"You're such a grown-up, why are you still crying like a child?"

Then, the Ghost King turned to look at Zhang Xiaofan behind him, sized him up, and said with a slight change in expression:
"I find myself increasingly unable to understand you. Could it be that your skills have improved once again?"

Zhang Xiaofan looked at the Ghost King before him and said calmly:
"The Taiqing Realm isn't so easy to advance in; you've only made minor progress. As for you, you haven't made much progress yet, but that Dragon-Subduing Cauldron..."

As he spoke, Zhang Xiaofan looked at the blood pool.

Inside the blood pool, the Kui Niu, the Nine Heavens Mystic Bird, and the Zhulong were firmly bound by purple chains that pierced through their flesh. Spiritual energy was constantly drawn from the three strange beasts and transmitted through the purple chains to the Fulong Cauldron above.

The three strange beasts lay listlessly in the blood pool, their eyelids drooping.

The last captured Taotie, however, still seemed somewhat energetic, struggling in the pool of blood.

However, the purple chains held it firmly in place, and the Four Spirits Blood Array exuded a suppressive power. No matter how the Taotie struggled, it was all in vain.

The Dragon-Subduing Cauldron was now covered in blood red, and the once blurred patterns on it were now clearly visible. The image of the Heavenly Fiend King was even more lifelike, as if it possessed life.

"What happened to the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron?"

The Ghost King stared at Zhang Xiaofan and asked in a deep voice.

Zhang Xiaofan examined the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron above and said:

"The Asura power on the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron is too domineering and evil; you can't handle it..."

(End of this chapter)