The Martial Saint Started from Scavenging

Yang Zhao's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a cold needle, precisely piercing Ye Sheng's tense nerves.

Ye Sheng didn't turn around, but he could feel that Yang Zhao's seemingly gentle gaze was firmly locked onto his back.

There was a threatening undertone in that gaze.

This is forcing oneself to take sides.

Ye Sheng sneered inwardly.

He knew very well that Yang Zhao approached him at this time not because he genuinely wanted him to "contribute" to the sect, but because he wanted to completely bind him to the sinking ship that was Qingyun Sword Sect.

Once the two sects go to war, he, a mere mortal martial artist and "guest elder," will inevitably be pushed to the front line as cannon fodder.

At that time, whether he dies at the hands of the Wanling Pavilion cultivators or on the chaotic battlefield, it might be a good outcome for Yang Zhao.

Although he didn't know what Yang Zhao was planning, he knew it certainly wasn't anything good.

"Senior Brother Yang is right." Ye Sheng slowly turned around, his face expressionless. "When the sect is in trouble, it is my duty to help without hesitation."

As he spoke, he unfastened the black dagger from his back and held it in his hand.

The jet-black blade gleamed faintly with a cold light in the dim light of the square.

Yang Zhao looked at the knife in Ye Sheng's hand, his smile deepening, seemingly with a hint of mockery: "Elder Ye is a man of great wisdom and righteousness. If my master knew this, he would be very pleased."

He spoke politely, but his eyes never left Ye Sheng's face, as if trying to discern something from it.

But Ye Sheng's face remained cold and calm, showing no emotion whatsoever.

Just then, another strange event occurred in the square.

"Old Daoist Xuanyang, since you refuse to listen to reason and are forced to drink the penalty cup, then don't blame me for showing no mercy!"

Kong Qianshan, the master of Wanling Pavilion, sneered. He formed hand seals and chanted incantations.

Immediately afterwards, the Golden Core elder behind him, who carried the aura of the Blood Pact Merchant Guild, suddenly let out a painful groan.

The next second, the elder's body rapidly withered away in an extremely bizarre way, as if his life essence and spiritual power had been drained away by something in an instant.

In just a few breaths, a living Golden Core cultivator was turned into a skin and bones dried corpse, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Upon seeing this, Ye Sheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

He recalled witnessing the two night watchmen enforcing the law when he went to the ghost market to sell stones. The methods they were using now were exactly the same as what he had seen back then.

"Could it be that the supernatural powers cultivated by the Myriad Spirits Pavilion are related to the spells used by the Night Watchers of the Ghost Market?" Ye Sheng pondered to himself.

Just as Ye Sheng was deep in thought, a wisp of extremely pure blood-red mist floated out from the top of the dried corpse's head.

The mist swirled in the air for a moment, then transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into an ancient-looking ring in Kong Qianshan's hand.

"Blood sacrifice! He actually performed a blood sacrifice in public!"

"And the one sacrificed was one of our own Golden Core elders! This Kong Qianshan is simply insane!"

On the high platform, the elders of the Qingyun Sword Sect were all horrified when they saw this scene.

Blood sacrifice is an extremely vicious forbidden technique within the demonic path. It uses the essence and soul of living beings as offerings to gain immense power for a short period of time.

Those who are sacrificed by blood will have their souls and spirits destroyed, and will not be reincarnated.

Kong Qianshan, as the head of a major righteous sect in the Eastern Region, openly displayed such demonic arts in front of so many people without any hesitation. His purpose is self-evident.

He had no intention of leaving the Qingyun Sword Sect a way out!

After absorbing all the essence and soul of that Golden Core elder, Kong Qianshan's aura instantly surged.

His magnificent five-colored feather robe fluttered without wind, his long hair stood on end, and strange demonic patterns appeared on his originally handsome and bewitching face.

"Old Taoist Xuanyang, prepare to die!" Kong Qianshan roared inhumanly, transforming into a streak of blood-red light as he lunged at True Person Xuanyang.

"Form ranks!"

Master Xuan Yang's expression became extremely solemn. He shouted and, along with several other elders at the late Golden Core stage beside him, simultaneously summoned their flying swords.

In an instant, sword light soared into the sky, and spiritual energy surged.

An earth-shattering battle between cultivators erupted right before the gates of the Qingyun Sword Sect.

The power of a battle between Golden Core stage cultivators is terrifying.

With every gesture, sand and stones fly, and the earth shakes.

The violent aftershocks of spiritual energy spread outwards like a raging storm.

The ordinary disciples in the square were unable to withstand such terrifying pressure. They screamed in agony, were shaken to the side, and spat out blood.

The entire Baiyu Square was instantly reduced to ruins.

Ye Sheng ignored the disciples who were scattering and fleeing; his gaze remained fixed on one person the entire time.

Yang Zhao.

The moment the battle broke out, Yang Zhao quietly retreated to the edge of the battlefield, a gentle smile still on his face, as if the bloody battle before him had nothing to do with him.

"What is he waiting for? As the sect leader's personal disciple, a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, why doesn't he go and assist his sect and master in fighting against external enemies?"

Ye Sheng was quite surprised and suspicious. What exactly was Yang Zhao trying to do? However, he was also waiting, waiting for Yang Zhao to reveal a flaw.

Ye Sheng knew very well that today's dramatic turn of events was both a crisis and a good opportunity for him—a chance to take advantage of the chaos to go to Beast Taming Peak to find Ye Kai.

"Elder Ye, why haven't you made a move yet?" Yang Zhao seemed to notice Ye Sheng's hesitation, turned his head and smiled at him.

Ye Sheng didn't speak, but gripped the Black Ridge Blade in his hand tightly. Then, with a swift movement, he rushed towards a Wanling Pavilion cultivator who was attacking a Qingyun Sword Sect disciple.

His decision to act at this moment was not for the sake of the Qingyun Sword Sect, but to lull Yang Zhao into a false sense of security and then find an opportunity to escape.

The cultivator from the Myriad Spirits Pavilion was a middle-aged man in the late Foundation Establishment stage. When he saw that Ye Sheng, a mere mortal martial artist, dared to charge at him, a disdainful sneer immediately appeared on his face.

With a casual wave of his hand, a five-zhang-long fire serpent formed from spiritual energy appeared out of thin air, carrying a scorching aura, and lunged at Ye Sheng.

Ye Sheng's eyes narrowed, his feet shifted, and he used the Blood Shadow Step to its fullest extent. His figure was like a ghost, leaving an afterimage in his place, and he easily dodged the fire snake.

The next second, he appeared behind the middle-aged man. The black-spine knife in his hand carried an aura as heavy as a mountain, and he slashed down.

The middle-aged man's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected Ye Sheng to be so fast, and he quickly summoned a shield magic weapon to block behind him.

"Clang!" The blade struck the shield with a deafening roar.

The seemingly indestructible shield was actually cleaved with a deep crack by Ye Sheng's strike.

The middle-aged man was so shaken by the immense force that his blood and qi surged, and he staggered back seven or eight steps before he could barely regain his balance.

He stared at Ye Sheng in horror, his eyes filled with disbelief.

How could a mere mortal martial artist possess such terrifying physical strength?

Having landed a successful blow, Ye Sheng pressed forward again without hesitation.

The black spine blade in his hand transformed into a sky full of blade shadows, like a storm, enveloping the middle-aged man.

"Wind-Breaking Blade Technique"!

The middle-aged man was forced to retreat steadily under Ye Sheng's relentless attacks, completely unable to fight back.

In just a dozen breaths, the protective aura around him was completely shattered, and a deep, bone-revealing wound was slashed across his chest, staining his clothes with blood.

"Stop!" Just as Ye Sheng was about to finish off the other party with a single blow, a cold shout came from not far away.

Immediately afterwards, a five-colored divine light descended from the sky and swept over Ye Sheng.

Ye Sheng felt his body sink, as if he were being crushed by a mountain, and his movements instantly became sluggish.

It's Kong Xuan!

He had already defeated his opponent and appeared not far away without anyone noticing.

At this moment, he was looking at Ye Sheng with a gloomy expression, holding a colorful feather in his hand. The divine light from earlier had come from the feather.

"You dare to harm anyone from my Wanling Pavilion? You're asking for death!"

Kong Xuan's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He flicked his finger, and the feather transformed into a streak of light, shooting towards Ye Sheng.

The stream of light seemed light and airy, but Ye Sheng sensed a deadly threat within it.

He knew he absolutely could not be hit by that thing.

At this critical moment, a cyan sword light descended from the sky, arriving first despite being delayed, and accurately struck the multicolored stream of light.

With a deafening roar, the sword light and the flowing light vanished simultaneously.

Liu Qing appeared in front of Ye Sheng.

"Kong Xuan, your opponent is me." She held a long sword, her pretty face frosty, her voice cold.

Kong Xuan looked at Liu Qing, then at Ye Sheng behind her, a sinister glint in his eyes.

"Hehe, Fairy Liu Qing, are you about to put on a heroic rescue scene?"

He licked his lips and chuckled, "However, I'm in a bad mood today. Both of you are going to die!"

Before he finished speaking, a pair of enormous wings formed from five-colored divine light suddenly unfurled behind him, and an aura far more terrifying than before erupted from his body!

However, at that moment, the entire Qingyun Sword Sect suddenly shook violently.

A pressure a hundred times more terrifying than when Kong Qianshan used the blood sacrifice technique suddenly descended from the heavens.

That oppressive aura was vast, boundless, and ancient, as if it came from the primordial chaos.

Under that oppressive force, both Xuan Yang Zhenren, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Kong Qianshan, and the other elders in the late Golden Core stage, stopped all their movements at that moment.

Everyone looked up, staring in horror at the sky.

The once clear sky had turned completely black.

A pair of enormous, indescribably large golden eyes slowly opened in the pitch-black sky.

Those eyes, cold and ruthless, looked down at everything below as if they were looking at a group of ants.

"This...this is the founder of the Myriad Spirits Pavilion...he...he actually came in person!"

Even Master Xuanyang's voice was trembling.