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Chapter 133 Taking advantage of the demon-slaying... [Second Update]

Upon hearing Yang Rui's words, Ling Wan felt disgusted and shook her head, saying, "You frog in a well! If it weren't for Fellow Daoist Ji Ming's thunderous methods to suppress the nascent demon pill, the Northern Lands would probably be devastated! That Blood Shadow Demon is an extraterrestrial demon colluding with the Moonflower Palace! Your Xuan Yin Sect is hiding in the shadows, how dare you spout nonsense here? And you even want to take over this matter? You really don't know anything."

Even Xuan Su, who was standing quietly to the side, frowned, her eyes filled with annoyance.

Yang Rui's face darkened completely. Sensing the change in atmosphere, and in order to control the situation, he stepped forward, his words sharp: "Words are no proof! Fellow Daoist Jiming is a Yin God, capable of resolving demonic tribulations? Could it be that you have some connection with the demonic path and staged this self-inflicted injury? I think some things need to be clarified!" As he spoke, he unleashed his aura, pressing down on Chen Qing!

"How dare you!" Elder Youchan shouted.

"You should put away your boring thoughts." Chen Qing didn't even lift his eyelids. He casually raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers together, and gently slashed at the swift and cold sword energy!
"Shoot-"

Yang Rui's invisible aura was thus severed!
He groaned, staggered back three steps, his sword-wielding wrist trembled violently, and all color drained from his face.

"Youngster, how dare you injure someone in front of me? You are far too rude!" Yin Jiujiu's withered face twitched suddenly, his sleeves fluttered without wind, and he pointed a finger out from a distance!
A deadly force, capable of eroding life, pierced through space and struck Chen Qing directly!

Chen Qing slashed with his two fingers together, and a gray Dharma wheel materialized out of thin air, blocking the Yin Death Finger Force.

"Buzz!"

The Dharma wheel spins, and the power of Nirvana pervades.

The Yin Death Finger Force, powerful enough to pierce through metal and stone, struck the Falun, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea, failing to even stir a ripple before being completely swallowed up and annihilated!
Yin Jiujiu's figure swayed almost imperceptibly, his eyes revealing a look of solemnity and surprise.

"Xuan Yin Sect, what a show of power." Chen Qing finally raised his eyes. "You want to take over the Demon Sacrifice? With your abilities? Or with your worthless disciple? You should weigh your own capabilities. Why let your useless disciple make a racket and test us?"

"You!" Yang Rui was filled with shame and indignation.

Yin Jiujiu's old face was gloomy, and he said in a cold voice, "Fine! Then I will speak frankly! That demonic artifact is a relic left behind by a serious criminal of the Immortal Dynasty. It concerns the safety of the Northern Lands and is not something you juniors can keep to yourselves! Hand it over!"

Chen Qing laughed: "Give it to you? Yuehua Mansion colluded with the demonic path first, who knows if your Xuan Yin Sect is clean? If we hand it over to you, will it be like a lamb entering a tiger's den, or aiding and abetting evil?"

"You doubt me?!" Yin Jiujiu's Xuan Yin Death Qi suddenly erupted, and the temperature in the ice cave plummeted!
"Oh? You come up here and try to intimidate us with your power, thinking you're very trustworthy?" Chen Qing's golden aura seemed to appear around him, his eyes gleaming with divine light as he confronted Chen Qing head-on.
"Very well! Since that's the case..." Yin Jiujiu narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them. He raised his withered palm, and the Xuan Yin Death Qi condensed into a small black seal, which he was about to smash down on Chen Qing!
At this time.

"Hahaha! Yin Laogui, it's been many years, but your thieving and plundering nature hasn't changed a bit!" A loud and deep voice pierced through the wind and snow, making the ice cave hum.

Two figures appeared at the cave entrance without warning.

The man was burly, with a full beard, and his aura was as vast as an abyss. He was Lie Kun, an elder of the Taiyin Sect!

The other person had a slender face and a calm demeanor; he was also an elder of the Taiyin Sect, Yun Ming.

Lie Kun strode in, not even glancing at Yin Jiujiu, whose face was ashen, and cupped his hands to Chen Qing, his voice booming: "Fellow Daoist Jiming! I have long admired your name! Meeting you today, I can see that your reputation is indeed well-deserved! You single-handedly destroyed the demon's lair and suppressed the demonic intent, eliminating a great scourge for our northern lands! Such achievements are truly admirable!"

Then, his gaze fell on the blood-red light in Chen Qing's palm, and he said solemnly, "This thing is ferocious, and only you can suppress it. It cannot be destroyed without the Nine Nether Soul-Suppressing Stele! Quickly follow us to the Netherworld Ancient Cave!"

Elder Yunming also nodded in acknowledgment, his attitude clear.

You Chan immediately stood beside Chen Qing, while Xuan Su and Ling Wan also watched the Xuan Yin Sect members warily.

In an instant, the situation inside the cave reversed.

The two Taiyin Golden Core cultivators, along with Chen Qing and You Chan, easily surpassed Yin Jiujiu and his group in strength.

Yin Jiujiu's hand froze in mid-air, the small Xuan Yin seal flickering uncertainly.

He stared at Lie Kun and Yun Ming, his old face twitching a few times before finally lowering his hand.

"What a disgrace to the Taiyin Sect!" Yin Jiujiu spat out the words through gritted teeth, his eyes as sinister as a snake. "I will remember what happened today! But we came here on the orders of the Celestial Dynasty. You have interfered, and you will be punished in the future!"

With that, he swept his sleeves around Yang Rui and the others, who were filled with shame and indignation, and transformed into a gust of cold wind, rushing out of the cave and disappearing into the vast snowstorm.

With a thought, Chen Qing silently dissipated the Silent Dharma Wheel that was hanging in front of him. Then, looking in the direction where the group had disappeared, he said, "The Xuan Yin Sect's methods of reaping the rewards are quite skillful."

Elder Liekun laughed heartily: "These guys, they cower in the back when it comes to putting in the effort, but when it comes to scrambling for credit, they're the first to run! Letting them suffer a setback makes me feel good!" He solemnly clasped his hands again, "Fellow Daoist Jiming, time is of the essence. The demonic intent is dangerous; delay could lead to unforeseen changes. The Netherworld Ancient Cave is ready; please!"

Chen Qing nodded: "Thank you for your trouble, Elder."

With a flash of light, the figures vanished without a trace.

the other side.

Yin Jiujiu led Yang Rui and the others a hundred miles away before landing behind an ice hill, his face terribly gloomy.

Yang Rui suppressed his surging blood and qi, his handsome face contorted: "Master! That Ji Ming blatantly humiliated my Xuan Yin Sect! If this grudge isn't avenged, I swear I will not be a human being! I will definitely..."

"Shut up!" Yin Jiujiu whirled around, interrupting Yang Rui's harsh words. "You're just a laughingstock because you're not as skilled! Aren't you ashamed enough already?"

Yang Rui immediately fell silent, his face turning bright red.

Yin Jiujiu then said, "That Ji Ming, relying on some fortuitous encounters, has mastered strange supernatural powers, and is so arrogant and domineering! In this Immortal Dynasty, someone like him who doesn't understand the rules and doesn't know when to advance or retreat will surely suffer a setback!"

He paused, then narrowed his old eyes slightly.

"However, the way he used that gray magic wheel did have a somewhat familiar feel to it..."

Just as I was pondering this, a sudden change occurred!

"Wow—"

A sharp shriek rang out!
Dozens of enormous demons with wingspans of several meters tore through the sky, circling and swooping down!
The leader was none other than the White Feather Master, who wore a white feather cloak and had a cold and beautiful face!

"You old bastards!" Her voice was icy cold and filled with hatred. "I've finally found you! You wounded my Frostwing Guards and killed my men. I will use your blood to appease the heroic souls of my Feather Clan! My men, kill! Leave no one alive!"

"kill!!!"

With a wave of her jade hand, dozens of white-feathered demons let out a deafening shriek, like dozens of white meteors, and rushed down towards the Xuan Yin Sect members!

Yin Jiujiu's expression changed drastically, and he roared, "Form the Profound Yin Demon-Slaying Formation!"

However, their hasty response ultimately cost them the initiative!
Ice feathers like blades, demonic claws tearing through the air!
The Xuan Yin Sect group was immediately plunged into a desperate and desperate battle!

the other side.

The land of demonic sacrifice is now ravaged by a hundred demons. The demonic cave and altar have been trampled flat by the beast tide and covered in ice and snow.

But that's it.

"Boom!"

Three terrifying figures, shrouded in overwhelming demonic energy, descended with a deafening roar. Their terrifying pressure forced the raging, chaotic beast tide to its knees!

The leader was none other than the Frost-Scented Wolf Lord!

Behind him stood a burly giant covered in black bone armor, wielding a giant axe, and a woman with four wings on her back and an eerie face.

Silver Mark Wolf Lord snorted, his eyes fixed on the spot where Chen Qing and the others had disappeared, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

"After the Qingqiu Fire arrived here, it vanished without a trace! It's as if it disappeared into thin air! Do you have any clues?"

Before the remaining two could speak, all that answered him was the chaotic roar of the beast horde and the bloody wind.

"Hoohoho!"

The already chaotic and frenzied beast tide, after breaking free from the overwhelming pressure of the three, became even more violent and disorderly, like a powder keg that had been completely ignited!

Countless pairs of crimson beast eyes stared intently at the three wolf lords!
Greed! Madness! Destruction!

"How dare a mere inferior tribe covet me?!" The Wolf Lord was both shocked and furious, unleashing his terrifying demonic power without reservation, like an invisible mountain crashing down, attempting to intimidate the demons.

However, the chaos and madness originating from the depths of demonic intent had already distorted the instincts of the beast horde! In their eyes, these three figures exuding an alluring aura of essence blood were no longer the supreme kings, but... the most succulent prey!
"Roar!"

The Frostfang Barbarian leader, whose body was the most corrupted by demonic intent and was exceptionally large, let out a challenging roar and charged fearlessly at the black-armored giant!
It was like lighting a fuse!

"Ouch——"

"boom--"

With a single step, the Silver Mark Wolf Lord unleashed a violent aura that swept away most of the demonized monsters of the hundred races in an instant, turning the icy plain beneath his feet into a mirror-like surface.

The wind and snow were pushed away by an invisible force, revealing the devastated battlefield below.

"Search!"

A few breaths later, the four-winged demon goddess returned and said, "Brother Wolf, a fierce battle broke out here not long ago, and the aftershocks of the battle annihilated the aura of all the participants. The methods were extremely sophisticated and cunning, and it will probably not be easy to find them."

Upon hearing this, the Silver Mark Wolf Lord sneered, "Find them! You must find them! I want to see what kind of three-headed, six-armed creature dares to snatch food from a wolf's mouth!"

"Om-"

Several streaks of light appeared amidst the ripples in the void.

Before Chen Qing's eyes was no longer a world of ice and snow, but a deep, dark expanse.

In the distance, there was Obsidian Island and the various temples of the Taiyin Sect, which I had seen once before, but this time it should be real.

A chilling, deathly aura swept over me, yet it carried a warm, nourishing feeling.

"This place is the foundation of our sect, Obsidian Island." Elder Lie Kun's voice rang out beside Chen Qing. "Relying on the fragments of the Nine Netherworld Rift, it is difficult for outsiders to find its whereabouts without the sect's secret methods of guidance."

The talisman in Chen Qing's Niwan Palace trembled slightly. He realized that it was not the Taiyin Sect itself that was moving, but the "gateway" connecting to the outside world that was constantly changing positions.

The anchorage remains unchanged, but the berth is constantly shifted.

They did not fly towards the largest main island palace, which was shaped like a ferocious beast's head, but instead landed on a solitary island on the edge of the archipelago that resembled a broken monument.

At the heart of the island, a deep cave entrance resembles the mouth of a giant beast.

"The Nine Nether Soul-Suppressing Stele is located deep within the Netherworld Ancient Cave." Elder Lie Kun's voice boomed as he led the way. "This object is an ancient treasure, capable of even obliterating time and space. The item carried by Fellow Daoist Ji Ming cannot be removed without this stele!"

The group followed and entered the cave.

The passageway winds downwards, with smooth, mirror-like stone walls on both sides, where faint, twisted runes are visible, emanating an invisible binding force that even divine senses feel sluggish when probed out.

As they walked, You Chan couldn't help but ask, "Senior Brother Lie Kun, Senior Brother Yun Ming, how did you two arrive so timely? Just when that old bastard Yin Jiujiu was about to make trouble?"

Lie Kun didn't stop walking and laughed: "What a coincidence! The decree from the Immortal Dynasty's central government has been delivered to our sect by the patrolling envoys! We thought that the other sects had probably received the news as well, so we rushed over first and sure enough, we ran into the people from the Xuan Yin Sect."

Youchan then understood, and then asked about the patrolling angel, whether it was there to deal with the demonic calamity.

“That’s right.” Lie Kun continued, “The envoy said that the demons are elusive and there may be spies lurking in the shadows, making them difficult to guard against. In order to protect the foundation of the cultivators in the North, a protective talisman has been specially bestowed.”

He took out a token about an inch long from his pocket. A tiny, dim light, as small as a bean, shone from the center of the token and swirled slowly.

"This is it." Lie Kun waved the token in front of Chen Qing. "Wearing this talisman regularly can nourish the soul and resist the erosion of Yin and evil demonic thoughts. If demonic energy from beyond the realm erupts, the talisman will sense it and send a warning to the central nervous system. It can also unleash a demon-dispelling light. Although its power is limited, it is enough to keep a cultivator's mind clear for a moment and give them a chance to survive! It is a treasure for protecting life and the path!"

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in the eyes of both Youchan and Xuansu.

Ling Wan nodded slightly. If this item was truly effective, it would be a boon to the cultivators of the North who had been fighting against various races and demons for many years.

Chen Qing frowned. Based on the Immortal Dynasty's style of doing things that he had witnessed in his dream, he felt that things were not so simple. He asked, "The Immortal Dynasty is compassionate, which is a good policy. But is that really all?"

Lie Kun's smile faltered slightly, then turned into a sigh.

Elder Yunming, who had been silent beside him, spoke up at this moment: "Fellow Daoist Jiming has insight. The envoy said that refining and distributing this talisman would consume countless spiritual materials from the Immortal Dynasty's treasury, and to maintain its operation and ensure its spirituality does not wane, it is necessary to continuously draw on pure spiritual essence."

He glanced at Chen Qing and continued, "Therefore, the Immortal Dynasty decrees that, starting next month, all sects in the Northern Lands, regardless of size, must pay a fixed amount of 'Anmo Gold' to the newly established Anmo Gold Treasury of the Immortal Dynasty each month. This is to cover the costs of maintaining the operation of the talismans, and also to accumulate 'Calamity Donations' to allocate resources and reward those who have contributed to exorcising demons when the future calamities are raging."

"Anmo Gold? Calamity Donation? Is this a new name the Immortal Dynasty has created?" You Chan's brows furrowed instantly. "A fixed monthly quota? Isn't this... a disguised increase in taxes?"

Lie Kun snorted heavily: "Who says otherwise! The envoy from the Immortal Dynasty spoke beautifully, about sharing weal and woe, planning ahead, and being prepared for any eventuality, but the amount of Anmo Gold they set is not low! If this continues, the cultivation expenses of disciples from all sects will be completely eroded! Those small sects will be in even worse shape!"

　The second update is coming soon...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)