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

"The power of Asura is too terrifying, it is a power that no human can control. Your father has only just entered the Taiqing Realm, yet he wants to master the power of Asura."

"Although one can successfully master the power of Asura, one will also be affected by it, having one's mind corrupted and turning into a ruthless demon."

"Ah..." Biyao exclaimed in surprise, her face filled with worry, and said:

"What should I do?"

Zhang Xiaofan looked down into Biyao's eyes and said:
"Don't worry, with me here, your father will be fine."

Upon hearing this, Biyao suddenly fell silent. After a moment of contemplation, she finally spoke:
"Xiao Fan, if things are impossible, don't force it. Don't risk your life to save my father."

"After all, my father was determined to unify the world, and he turned a deaf ear to our advice several times."

Zhang Xiaofan patted Biyao's head, thinking to himself that she was truly a good wife who cared for her husband.

Zhang Xiaofan then looked at Xiaobai and smiled:

"Little White, why are you back?"

Xiao Bai glared at Zhang Xiaofan and said in an annoyed tone:
"You have the nerve to say that? If you hadn't come back and caused all this trouble every time, why would I have left?"

"Ahem..." Zhang Xiaofan coughed lightly twice to cover his embarrassment, without refuting anything. He knew that Biyao's singing had put Xiaobai and Xiaoliu in a difficult position.

But there was nothing that could be done about it; after all, his resources were too great. Biyao couldn't help but sing.

The strange thing is, Xiao Liu is already incompetent, and Xiao Bai is just a single dog.

Jin Ping'er was worried about the safety of Madam Sanmiao. Her charming eyes looked anxiously toward the direction of Fox Hill, but because it was more than twenty miles away, she could not see clearly. She could only vaguely see thousands of people fighting each other.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan's blood-red demonic markings opened, revealing a blood-red demonic eye that looked towards the direction of Fox Ridge Mountain.

"Ok?"

Zhang Xiaofan saw a handsome, refined-looking man hiding on a mountain peak, observing the battle in the distance.

Qin Wuyan is indeed incredibly intelligent; he truly deserves the title of Poison Prince.

Then, Zhang Xiaofan saw You Ji carrying the Azure Dragon flying towards them. They were about a mile away and would soon reach Little Fox Mountain.

Next, Zhang Xiaofan turned his attention to the battle surrounding Fox Hill.

The battle has now reached a fever pitch and is showing a one-sided trend.

After all, the Ghost King Sect only had four or five hundred followers, while the Joyful Union Sect and the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect had more than two thousand.

Furthermore, it's not just the Poison God and Lady Sanmiao, two peak-level experts of the Shangqing realm. Under their tutelage are several old monsters of the Shangqing realm, each with hundreds of names.

Therefore, the more than four hundred disciples of the Ghost King Sect were almost facing slaughter.

When over a hundred Ghost King Sect disciples fell to the ground, the remaining three hundred or so Ghost King Sect disciples were utterly terrified and immediately knelt down, begging for mercy:
"We are willing to submit to the Hehuan Sect and the Wandu Sect. We beg the Poison God and Senior Lady Sanmiao to show mercy."

More than three hundred Ghost King Sect disciples knelt on the ground, surrendering with expressions of despair.

Upon seeing this, Lady Sanmiao and the Poison God ordered their disciples to cease their attacks.

After all, absorbing these three hundred-plus Ghost King Sect disciples would further increase the sect's strength.

The Poison God, the most senior and strongest, looked at the more than three hundred Ghost King Sect disciples kneeling before him and said:
"Since you have chosen to surrender to my Ten Thousand Poisons Sect and the Joyful Union Sect, I will spare your lives out of consideration for the fact that we are all disciples of the Holy Sect."

"However, if you harbor any disloyalty in the future, don't blame me, the Poison God, for being ruthless!"

Upon hearing this, the Ghost King Sect disciple immediately replied:

"Thank you, Poison God and Lady Sanmiao, for sparing our lives. We would never dare to have any disloyal intentions."

"Haha...Good!" The Poison God stroked his white beard and immediately burst into laughter. The Joyful Union Sect was entirely composed of women, while of the more than three hundred Ghost King Sect disciples here, only fifty or sixty were female disciples.

Therefore, he gained the most from this experience.

After laughing a few times, the Poison God looked at Lady Sanmiao beside him and said:
"Now the Ghost King Sect has been completely absorbed, but the Ghost King has disappeared without a trace."

“Brother Ghost King is intelligent and far-sighted. I’m a little worried because I haven’t seen him.”

Lady Sanmiao smiled disdainfully and said:

"Brother Poison God, you are overthinking it. Even if the Ghost King is still alive, his Ghost King Sect disciples have been absorbed by us. He is only one person, how can he be a match for our two families?"

"Haha..." The Poison God laughed twice and said:
"What Sister Sanmiao said makes sense. It seems that I am getting more and more timid as I get older."

Lady Sanmiao looked at the still-trembling Fox Ridge Mountain and said:

"Brother Poison God, what's next?"

The Poison God surveyed the Ghost King Sect, which was buried under the boulder, and suddenly said:

"Although we don't know what happened, Fox Ridge Mountain is still shaking. However, as long as we stay here for the next few days, as soon as the Ghost King appears, we will immediately gather more than two thousand followers to kill the Ghost King completely and eliminate any future troubles."

"Clap clap!" Madam Sanmiao clapped her hands and praised:
"The Poison God has a brilliant plan. I will follow your orders."

Although Lady Sanmiao said this, she secretly thought to herself:
When the Ghost King appeared, and when the Poison God besieged the Ghost King, she led her thousand followers and fled.

Otherwise, once the Poison God kills the Ghost King, he will immediately turn against her, destroy her Hehuan Sect, and unify the Demonic Sect.

After escaping, she kept her distance from the Poison God. Several years later, after the Poison God died, she emerged again to attack the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect and unify the demonic sect.

After agreeing on the plan, the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect and the Joyful Union Sect lay in ambush around Fox Ridge Mountain, waiting for the Ghost King to appear.

In the courtyard of Little Fox Mountain, after seeing everything clearly, Zhang Xiaofan slowly closed the Demon Eye between his forehead.

Seeing this, Biyao looked at Zhang Xiaofan and asked:
"Xiao Fan, how is it?"

Zhang Xiaofan shook his head and said truthfully:

"Only four hundred disciples of the Ghost King Sect escaped; the remaining nearly one-third of the disciples were permanently trapped inside the buried Ghost King Sect."

"Of these four hundred disciples, over one hundred were killed by the combined forces of the Hehuan Sect and the Wandu Sect. In despair, the remaining three hundred disciples all surrendered to the Hehuan Sect and the Ghost King Sect."

"Alas!" Biyao sighed deeply and said, "It's a pity about these four hundred-plus Ghost King Sect disciples."

"By the way, did you see my dad?!"

"Let me take another look inside Fox Hill."

After saying that, Zhang Xiaofan opened the blood-red demonic pattern on his forehead, and a terrifying demonic eye looked at the Ghost King Sect.

Their gaze passed through the countless boulders smashed down by the Ghost King Sect and landed in the tunnel.

The hundred-meter-long passageway right next to the cave entrance has been mostly buried by boulders.

The ground was littered with mangled corpses, and in some empty spaces, several people were hiding. Looking at the complete darkness around them, devoid of any light, the Ghost King Sect disciples' eyes were filled with despair.

The gaze traveled through several passageways before finally arriving at the space inside the mountain.

There, the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron emitted a strong blood-red light, and the Ghost King stood on the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron with a fanatical expression.

(End of this chapter)