Eating bizarre things in public upgrades my status; the Special Affairs Bureau wants me to join them

Sword Wind Taoist is a piece of cake.

He Li has him cornered!

But Sword Wind Taoist himself was unaware of this.

Perhaps because he received a "blessing" from the beings of the upper realm, he became noticeably arrogant as his strength increased.

He didn't think at all that these lower-level martial artists could contend with a Nascent Soul stage cultivator like himself, even though these people seemed to have killed Core Formation stage cultivators.

But that cultivator was Yin Yunzi!

"Yin Yunzi is just a mere outer sect elder."

"Even the formation of the Golden Core relies on external forces."

"It's not surprising that such a weakling could be killed by you lower-realm warriors."

"Of course, you can be proud. After all, as martial artists from the lower realm, you have killed cultivators in the Core Formation stage. This can be considered as killing an opponent who is above your level."

"Even in the middle realm, this is rarely seen."

As Jianfeng Daoren spoke, he waved his hand, and the brown sword that the sword-bearing boy had put down trembled, turned into a stream of light, and fell into Jianfeng Daoren's hand, eventually reaching He Li and the others.

"You are capable."

"But for me, it's still a long way off."

"I possess a sword that may enable you to... fully recognize the gap between you and me."

"Please observe... Taiyin, Wind and Fire!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, red light flickered in the dark eye sockets of the half-skull face of the Sword Wind Daoist. In an instant, a gust of wind rose, and cold, ghostly blue flames blazed on his body.

The next second, the longsword was swung.

The cold, ghostly blue flames, following the trajectory of the sword, transformed into boundless blades of fire capable of slicing through anything.

The blade's flames were filled with an aura of destruction.

Even if you are not within its attack range.

The flowers, grass, and trees in the distance...

As the blade of fire passed by, it instantly turned into white dust and disappeared without a trace, as if it had burned out.

Moreover, it was visible to the naked eye that the spiritual energy in the air was ignited by this strange, cold, dark blue flame. As the blade fire approached, the dark blue flames spread across the sky in the blink of an eye.

Everyone was startled at the sight.

That sword strike was outrageous.

It was as if a raging fire had collapsed from the sky, ready to crush everything.

"Holy crap! Is this the true strength of those Qi cultivators in the Middle Realm who haven't gone mad?"

"Is a single sword strike really that terrifying?"

Ye Wentian felt a chill run down his spine.

The terrifying power that swept in with the blades of fire, overwhelming and filled with destructive energy, leaving them nowhere to hide, made his heart pound and left him somewhat at a loss.

Of course, he's not the only one like this.

The situation is similar for everyone else.

Especially the weakest one, Kong Xinxi...

At this moment, her face was ashen, and she stood there trembling in fear, staring at the ghostly fire filling the sky.

At this moment, Wu Qiu solemnly shouted, "Don't panic, move closer together! Only by joining forces can we survive!"

hum! ! !

As they spoke, Wu Qiu rushed forward to stand in front of everyone, and at the same time, golden light shone from his body, forming a phantom image of a general in ancient costume on his body.

The phantom wielded a large sword, fiercely unleashing a hundred-foot-long golden blade of energy as it faced the surging, ghostly flames...

Rumble!!!

As the blade's energy collided with the ghostly fire, a deafening roar erupted.

Like thunder, the eerie fire shimmered with golden light.

The scene resembled lightning flashing through dark, heavy clouds on a rainy day.

What delighted others was...

As Wu Qiu's illusory divine power attacked, the surging ghostly fire seemed to be affected and paused for a moment, which gave the others hope, and they all stepped forward to cooperate with Wu Qiu.

They used either supernatural powers or the true essence of martial arts to launch attacks on the ghostly fire in front of them.

They hoped to shatter the ghostly fire.

And as their attack collided with the ghostly fire...

Ghostfire does seem to have been weakened.

It paused for even longer.

Seeing this, Chu Aotian said excitedly, "It seems to be working. His attack strength should be limited. If we join forces, it will definitely be broken apart, so everyone, give it your all..."

"Wait!" He had barely finished speaking when the spirit of Qingyang Mountain suddenly spoke and floated in front of everyone.

"Stop! Don't attack!!!"

"This will only make his magic stronger!"

Huh? What do you mean?

Upon hearing Qingyang Mountain Spirit's words, everyone who was about to unleash an even stronger attack hesitated.

Ye Wentian frowned, staring at the Qingyang Mountain Spirit with suspicion, almost as if to say, "You mountain spirit from the Middle Realm, do you have ulterior motives and want to harm them?"

But he never said it aloud.

It wasn't that he really held back.

Rather, it was because before he could speak, the spirit of Qingyang Mountain began explaining the current situation...

"Sword Wind Daoist's techniques are orthodox techniques of the Blazing Sun Sect, known for their continuous enhancement of power by burning spiritual energy. His previous Blazing Fire Sword technique became stronger the more it was used."

"Because the magical attacks of Qi cultivators contain spiritual Qi."

"His fire is fueled by spiritual energy."

"His situation has changed, and his techniques have changed, but the fundamental logic of his techniques remains the same."

"His flames can still burn spiritual energy, which is why they become stronger and stronger after he activates his sword techniques and spells. Your attacks... although they are not spells, are also full of spiritual energy."

Qingyang Mountain Spirit's tone was somewhat solemn.

The others also suddenly realized what was happening.

Although their attack did cause Sword Wind Daoist's fierce ghostly fire to pause briefly.

But it seems... the power hasn't diminished.

Looking around, they could see that the ghostly fire that already enveloped them seemed to be even darker and thicker, so... they had made a mess of things.

Thinking about this...

Everyone looked grim.

At the same time, the Sword Wind Daoist standing behind the ghostly fire spoke in a sinister tone...

"Hehehe~ Qingyang, oh Qingyang!"

"It seems you've truly sided with them."

"You've already revealed my techniques so quickly?"

"I thought you wouldn't say anything."

At this point, his smile widened: "So what if you reveal the details of my techniques to them? They can't withstand my sword strike anyway!"

Shaking his head, seemingly convinced that He Li and the others were doomed, Sword Wind Daoist held his longsword behind his back.

"I knew you would all come."

"I have been here for a long time, waiting for you all."

"We cultivators of the Middle Realm are suffering from calamities and are quite curious about you cultivators of the Lower Realm, hoping to find a way to avoid them. However... it seems that the Lower Realm does not welcome us cultivators."

"We are also trying to find a solution."

"Possession seems feasible, but the risks are too high."

"However, we have other options..."

Sword Wind Taoist didn't elaborate on what the method was, but He Li guessed it was related to their changes.

As expected, Sword Wind Daoist continued, "This humble Daoist's Yin Fire will not take your lives, but it can freeze you, making you helpless prey."

"At that time, all of us from the Blazing Sun Sect..."

"I will borrow your bodies to descend to the lower realm."

"With your bodies walking in the lower realm, we might no longer be rejected by the Heavenly Dao of the lower realm."

"Avoiding disaster might be an option!"

"Of course, all of this is just empty talk right now."

"We'll need to test this on your bodies later!"

Upon hearing what Sword Wind Taoist said...

The crowd grew increasingly frightened. They did not want their bodies to be controlled by these inhuman, ghostly Qi cultivators, or even to be taken away to do some strange and bizarre things.

Somewhat irritated, Ye Wentian couldn't help but look at Qingyang Mountain Spirit: "You understand his magic..."

"Is there any way to counter his magic?"

"Yes!" Qingyang Mountain Spirit nodded.

Upon hearing this, Ye Wentian and the others were delighted.

To everyone's surprise, the spirit of Qingyang Mountain shook its head again: "The solution is either to unleash an attack far exceeding the spell's capacity to withstand, directly blasting away the Netherfire, or to use a special spell to dispel it."

"But you can't do either of these things."

"Then what the hell are you talking about?!"

Ip Man-tin was furious.

Sword Wind Daoist laughed and said, "What good is it if a mere lower-realm martial artist knows how to deal with this?"

"With the lineage broken, and you neither possess any magical arts nor have you ever embarked on the path of Qi cultivation, how can you employ those methods of breaking the curse? In the end, you can only be helpless."

"Who said that?" He had barely finished speaking when the spirit of Qingyang Mountain suddenly turned around and looked coldly at Daoist Jianfeng.

The latter was clearly somewhat taken aback.

Clearly, they hadn't expected the spirit of Qingyang Mountain to ask a question in return.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

But then, as if suddenly noticing something, it slightly turned its head to look in another direction.

Looking in the direction he was looking, everyone realized that He Li, who was not far away, seemed to have been watching the show with his hands behind his back since the very beginning when Jianfeng Daoren launched his attack.

They were just busy defending against the attack...

No one was found to be slacking off!

Now I realize...

Everyone's eyelids twitched; could it be that He Li had a way to deal with Sword Wind Taoist?

Sword Wind Taoist had, of course, thought of this as well.

He stared at He Li with some suspicion.

Then he looked at the spirit of Qingyang Mountain.

Do you think he can save you?

"Hmph, what a joke!"