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Chapter 115 Pure Yang Fire [Third Update]

Looking around, Chen Qing saw all sorts of strange and wonderful things!
"This is the Hundred Clans?"

Ling Wan then said, "The one charging at the forefront, covered in white fur and with protruding fangs, is the Frostfang Barbarian; closely following behind, covered in scales and moving like lightning, is the Swift Spirit; and the one with fleshy wings growing from its ribs, circling and whistling in the low sky, is the Night Owl Demon..."

"These demons are completely different from the demons I imagined." Chen Qing was referring to fox spirits and tiger demons, which were alien beings that had cultivated into human form, not the various beasts in front of him.

Ling Wan understood what he meant and said, "What you are talking about are ordinary demons, who are the mixed-blood descendants of the Hundred Races. These in front of us are pure-blooded members of the Hundred Races, whose lineage can be traced back to ancient times. Moreover, those who are attacking us now are all of the lower rank among the Hundred Races. Those that look like real people are of the upper rank and are all stationed in the rear."

Chen Qingming realized: "These hundred races are also divided into social classes."

"Beiming is located in the northern border of Zhongzhou. Beihanzhou is bitterly cold and barren, which has made it covetous of the fertile land of Zhongling for a long time!" Ling Wan pointed her sword at the northern frontier. "After thousands of years of fighting and bloodshed, the cities of the north have been reduced to scorched earth. Only we, relying on the spiritual veins and mountain gates, have formed formations and defended to the death! Therefore, the cultivators of the north are happy to fight. They hone their swords with blood, not because they are belligerent, but because it is their way of survival!"

"call--"

A foul stench filled the air!

A massive demon with a wingspan of three zhang and resembling a vulture tore through the wind and snow, its claws flashing with a ghostly blue poisonous light, and pounced straight at the two of them!

On its back rode a humanoid demon wielding a bone spear, its body covered in feathers, its eyes gleaming with bloodlust!

"Watch out!" Ling Wanqing shouted, pointing her fingers like a sword and striking the air!
"Zheng!"

The condensed, almost tangible Ice Soul Sword Qi was faster than lightning!
Before the two demons could even utter a wail, they were frozen into a giant ice sculpture, crashed down, and shattered into countless ice shards!
"This is no ordinary battle of magic, but a battle for the survival of our race!" Ling Wan sheathed her sword, her gaze sweeping over Chen Qing. "The strange arts of the hundred races are unpredictable and impossible to defend against! Even if you, fellow Daoist, possess extraordinary skills, I fear you will find it difficult to withstand this on your first battle..."

Within Chen Qing's Niwan Palace, the Void Spirit Talisman suddenly trembled!
A chilling killing intent emanated from the ripples in the void ten feet to the left!
"careful!"

Chen Qing casually flicked his right sleeve backward!
"call out--"

A point of yellow-green sword light shot out like lightning!

"Pfft!"

A short, shrill, inhuman scream rang out!
A demon whose scales blended seamlessly with its surroundings was forcibly nailed out of the spatial interlayer!
A charred hole appeared on its forehead, and a deathly aura was spreading wildly!
"Shadow Claw Demon?!"

Ling Wan's pupils contracted slightly. With her cultivation level, she had not been able to detect the Shadow Claw Demon's lurking presence in advance at all!
"Impressive tactics!" she said in a deep voice, all doubts vanishing from her mind. "This Shadow Claw Demon can teleport and merge with ice and snow, making it extremely difficult to defend against. I didn't expect you to have sensed it beforehand!"

However, before she could finish speaking...

"Wow—"

A sharp shriek came from the heavens!

A terrifying pressure instantly enveloped an area of ​​a thousand feet in radius!

The blizzard was forcibly pushed aside and frozen by an invisible force!
A biting wind, carrying sharp, knife-like ice feathers, descended upon Chen Qing and Ling Wan!

At the heart of the Ice Feather Storm, a tall woman with a cold and beautiful face, draped in a white feather cloak, stood in mid-air, her eyes burning with hatred as she locked onto Ling Wan!
"It's you again, you lowly human wench! You killed my Frostwing Guards, today I'll use your soul to sacrifice to the flag!"

Her voice was icy cold. With a wave of her jade hand, the pressure of the Golden Core Realm erupted. Hundreds of ice feathers spun and cut, carrying a cold blizzard, emitting a piercing shriek, and crashed down!
Several disciples of the Guanghan Palace in the distance were hit by the aftershocks, their protective spiritual light swayed violently, and they were sent flying backward, spitting out blood!

"Master Bai Lingyu!" Ling Wan's expression changed drastically, and she shouted sharply, "Retreat!" Her body shone with cold light, and with her right hand she formed a hand seal, drawing in the air like an ink painting, outlining a crystal-clear Xuanbing shield. With her left hand she pointed, and the Ice Soul Longsword hummed and trembled, trying to withstand this angry attack!
A chilling coldness descends upon you!

Inside Chen Qing's body, the newly refined "Great Sun True Flame" outer core seemed to be stimulated by the extreme cold divine power, and suddenly became blazing brightly!
A violent and true intent that could burn across the entire world suddenly awakened!

"Ok?"

Chen Qing's mind raced, and he opened his mouth to utter it!
"boom!"

A pure white, blazing inferno of world-burning true fire shot out!

Wherever the pillar of fire passed, space distorted and the chill dissipated!
The icy storm, powerful enough to freeze even the soul, was vaporized and melted away like thin snow under the blazing sun when it was struck by this pure and domineering true fire!

Even the swirling, cutting tornado of cold wind was burned through, leaving a large hole and disintegrating!
"What?!" Bai Lingyu Master's face showed astonishment, and his figure was forced back several feet by the aftershock of the pure yang energy!

In the distance, Master Yun Shu, who had transformed into a streak of cold light and was rushing to the rescue, paused and looked toward the source of the world-burning pillar of fire!
"A pure Yang Dao embryo?!"

Below the mountains, Leng Che, who had been observing the battle with a cold eye, suddenly shuddered!
The eerie red light in his eyes suddenly intensified, and several twisted black lines flashed across his face. His eyes were fixed on the figure atop the snow-capped peak, spitting out pure Yang true fire, as if a hungry wolf had spotted flesh and blood!
"This person possesses pure Yang energy; he was sent here to help me achieve my goals!"

Upon realizing this, Leng Che immediately sent a message to Dian Hengzi: "Master, you make the arrangements. I need to visit the Guanghan Palace immediately!"

"Pure Yang Fire!?"

Bai Lingyu's pupils constricted as she stared at the still-burning embers of the World Burning, her expression a mixture of shock and rage. When she saw Yun Shu Zhenren's Ice Soul Sword light flying towards her, she flapped her wings and soared a hundred feet backward, her wings whistling through the wind and snow. She shouted at Chen Qing from afar, "Who are you? Are you also from the Guanghan Demon Cave?"

Chen Qing flicked his sleeve, dispelling the scorching white smoke around him, and said, "I am a guest in the North, not here for conquest."

"Not from the Guanghan Demon Cave?" The surprise and doubt in the eyes of the White Feather Lord were replaced by joy. "Then you are not a henchman of the North! Come back to the Frost Abyss Ice Nest with me! I am the Pure Yin Feather Lord of the White Feather Tribe, and you possess the Pure Yang Dao Embryo. We are a match made in heaven! The bloodline born from our union will surely break through the heavenly barrier! All the tribes of the North will have to bow down to us in the future!"

"Shameless vixen!" Ling Wan's Ice Soul Sword hummed as if about to be drawn. "With your filthy bloodline, how dare you covet a true cultivator of the immortal path!"

"You lowly wench, you're courting death!" The White Feather Master's eyes flashed with murderous intent. She spread her wings, unleashing hundreds of icy feathers like a torrential rain of pear blossoms, hurtling straight at Ling Wan! But they were instantly pulverized by a cold jade ring that flew from Yun Shu Zhenren's sleeve! "Capture him!" The White Feather Master roared, refusing to entangle with Yun Shu. Her wings flapped violently, each feather standing on end, and thirty-three streams of snow-white light shot out, growing larger in the wind, transforming into more than thirty ferocious-looking white-feathered demons, their auras all at the level of Yin Gods!

Ling Wan's expression changed drastically: "Bloodline transfer?"

These powerful demons, their eyes bloodshot and their bodies radiating demonic energy, charged straight at Chen Qing! Their determination was so resolute that they completely disregarded their own lives, their sole aim being to capture him!
"Plucking a feather and it transforms into a powerful Yin spirit? No, there's spatial fluctuation; it's teleportation! But the number of Yin spirits..."

Faced with this overwhelming encirclement and attack, Chen Qing, who knew nothing about the Hundred Races, suppressed his doubts and, before Master Yun Shu could make a move, waved his long sleeves and made a sweeping motion in front of him with his five fingers as if playing a zither!
"Clang clang clang clang—"

In an instant, thirty-three yellow and green sword beams shot out!

The sword light surged like a reversed Milky Way, meeting the thirty-three pale, demonic figures!
With a series of soft "poof" sounds, the dozen or so white-feathered demons at the forefront trembled simultaneously, their demonic bodies disintegrating and crumbling into dust in mid-air! Even their demonic souls were unable to escape before being annihilated by the sword intent of annihilation!
The later-arriving great demons were terrified. Some burst into blood mist and used blood escape techniques, some had their wings broken and turned around in panic, and some desperately used their natal demonic weapons to block. For a moment, demonic light flashed wildly and cries of agony filled the air!
Just one glance!
Of the thirty-three white-feathered demons, more than half have perished!
The rest were either dead or wounded, and the army was completely routed!

The smile on Bai Lingyu's face froze, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes, but it quickly turned into an even more intense greed!

"Thirty-three sword pellets?!" Ling Wan's mouth gaped open, and for the first time she lost her composure, even forgetting to activate her Ice Soul Longsword.

She suddenly recalled the rumor in the sect's secret report about "slaying a Golden Core cultivator with a sword," and looking at the sky full of sword light, a huge wave of emotion surged in her heart: "This is his reliance?!"

The jade ring hidden in Master Yun Shu's sleeve shimmered with light, and beneath her icy expression, her emotions were also fluctuating.

Chen Qing pointed his fingers and made a move, and countless sword lights, like rivers flowing into the sea, disappeared into his sleeve.

"I'll remember you!" The White Feather Master's wings suddenly unfurled, whipping up a swirling tornado of ice and snow that swept up his remaining subordinates, transforming into a blinding white rainbow that vanished into the vast, snowy depths of the Northern Sea, its echoes lingering long afterward—

"Remember, my name is Bai Ling! We'll meet again!"

Master Yun Shu did not pursue. With a flick of her jade fingers, several beams of cold light entered the injured disciple's body to stabilize his injuries. Only then did she turn to Chen Qing: "Fellow Daoist Ji Ming, please excuse my rudeness. Many of the strange races rely on their bloodlines to wreak havoc. Among them, those born with strength are close to becoming Yin Gods by adulthood. This is their talent, but also their constraint. Once they reach adulthood, it is difficult for them to make any further progress."

Chen Qing frowned as he gazed in the direction the hundred races had retreated, saying, "Bloodline shackles? That White Feather Lord seems to be..."

"She has already reached the Golden Core stage." Master Yun Shu sighed and said, "Among the hundred races, only one in ten thousand can break through the bloodline barrier and advance to the Golden Core stage. And the opportunity to break through this shackle..." She paused, her voice growing colder, "is often that of a mixed-blood!"

"Mixed-race?" Chen Qingqi asked curiously, "With human?"

"It's not just about people, that's why she's so eager for you to possess the Pure Yang Dao Embryo." Master Yun Shu's words remained cold, yet they carried a hint of inquiry.

"Not just with people?" Chen Qing fell into deep thought, his mind suddenly opening up.

Master Yun Shu said no more, and said to Ling Wan, "Wan'er, escort Fellow Daoist Jiming back to Ningbing Residence to rest. I will handle the defenses here myself." After saying that, he transformed into a stream of icy light and shot towards another mountain pass where shouts of battle shook the heavens.

By this time, the wind and snow had subsided, and the lingering chill of winter had begun to dissipate.

On the way back, Ling Wan and Chen Qing walked side by side, the fighting spirit in their eyes gone.

Seeing that the battle was gradually subsiding, Chen Qing asked, "Is this kind of hundred-race offensive common?"

"The hundred tribes knock on the pass several times a year. After all, the northern cold is barren. Whenever there is a severe cold or famine, the superior tribes drive the inferior tribes to attack the pass, ostensibly to plunder, but in reality to reduce the population. If they win, they get food; if they lose, they save on food." Her words were tinged with a chill.

Chen Qing's gaze swept over the large patches of dark red bloodstains on the icy plain: "Population reduction? War relief?"

“Indeed.” Ling Wan nodded, her brows furrowed with seriousness. “But this time is different. This is the second large-scale attack this month. The frequency and intensity of the attack far exceed those of the past. All the elders say that there seems to be a change in the depths of the Northern Underworld.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Qing, for some reason, thought of the inscription on the stone tablet in the Remnant Scroll Pavilion: "Extraterrestrial demons descend, black tides fill the sky," and the tragic scene of "the Taiyin Sect offering sacrifices to seal the sea eye," which suddenly became clear to him!
Is the source of these anomalies among the hundred races related to the "extraterrestrial demons descending"?
Thinking of this, Chen Qing suddenly paused.

"What exactly is an 'extraterrestrial demon'? Where does 'extraterrestrial' refer to?"

hum!
Just as he was thinking this, the Void Talisman in his Niwan Palace trembled slightly.

A flash of inspiration occurred.

"Could it be..."

As Chen Qing was pondering, he was about to return to Ningbing Residence with Ling Wan when he encountered two unexpected guests.

Indigo Hengzi and his disciple Leng Che had arrived at some unknown time.

Dian Hengzi smiled and said, "With all the tribes paying homage at our borders, Fellow Daoist has already displayed such thunderous methods upon your arrival, truly opening my eyes to a whole new world!"

Leng Che, who was standing beside him, stared straight at Chen Qing and suddenly said, "You are quite good. You are qualified to cultivate the methods of my Moonflower Palace. Now come back with us and cultivate the Cold Moon Path."

"I appreciate your kind words, fellow Daoist," Chen Qing said, his brows furrowing slightly. "But I still need to consider which school of Daoist practice I should follow."

Leng Che took a half step forward, an invisible chill emanating from his body. He said calmly, "Your foundation is quite solid, and you might be good enough for fighting in the south, but when it comes to controlling the Northern Dark Profound Yin, you are an amateur. Going down the wrong path is a waste of your talent. You should come back to Yuehua Mansion with me to avoid going astray and squandering your talent."

Chen Qing found it even stranger; such words should not have come from a disciple. So he glanced at Dian Hengzi, only to see that the latter's expression remained unchanged, merely smiling.

　The line was crossed at midnight!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)