Chapter 212: Chapter 114: Filthy Divine Light

Plumes of black smoke rose from the foot of the mountain. The Independent Cultivators hired by the Law Enforcement Team were burning the corpses and remains within the Wei Clan Territory.

The weather had grown hot and humid, causing the organs and limbs to rot and fester. The overwhelming stench left no choice but to incinerate them.

It took the Demon-Catching Tripod seven days to fully dissolve the Demon Corpse of the Red Evil True Demon, leaving a ball of incredibly dense Red Evil Demon Qi to be slowly refined within it.

After all, it was only a Spiritual Artifact, so refining the Golden Core Level Red Evil Demon Qi was an extremely difficult task.

During this time, Cultivators from the Law Enforcement Team had also paid a visit, presenting him with the wealth they had collected from the Wei Family.

Yang Jing only accepted a portion, which included the Demon Sect’s Seven Illusions of Celestial Demon Array, the heavily damaged Five Mountains Spirit Suppression Array, and some Spiritual Materials for refining Spiritual Artifacts.

After all, since the Wei Family had colluded with the Demon Sect, their assets needed to be confiscated and recorded by the Northern Army Governor’s Mansion. It was reasonable for him to take some as spoils of war, but taking everything would have been far too greedy.

Besides, the value of the Tier Three Seven Illusions of Celestial Demon Array alone was comparable to the Wei Family’s entire fortune. This was a Tier Three Illusion Array, a treasure on the Golden Core Tier.

It was a pity that the Red Evil True Demon Array had been taken away in pieces by the Demon Cultivators; its value was even greater than that of the Seven Illusions of Celestial Demon Array.

Yang Jing took out his Communication Mirror and sent a six-word message to Wei Ying: “Seven Illusions of Celestial Demon Array.” A moment later, the Communication Mirror began to vibrate repeatedly. He ignored Wei Ying’s replies and simply sent another message.

“Only in exchange for Star Cores of equal value.”

The Communication Mirror immediately fell silent. A moment later, Wei Ying replied:

“Understood.”

Although the Seven Illusions of Celestial Demon Array was powerful, it was ultimately a Demon Sect Array. Once activated, it would convert Spiritual Qi into Demonic Qi. If used over a long period, one’s Magical Power would inevitably become tainted with Demonic Qi, damaging their very foundation.

Of course, Yang Jing had no intention of keeping it just to covet its power.

With his current Power, ordinary Spiritual Artifacts were of little use. If Wei Ying had the right channels and could find a Tier Three Star Core, he could use it to forge a top-grade Spiritual Flying Sword from the outset.

In the future, he could easily nurture it into a Magical Treasure.

Yang Jing placed the Demon-Catching Tripod and the Kunli Earth Fire into his Storage Bag, while Iron Head put away both the Concealing Array and the Upper Yang Demon Exorcism Formation.

As soon as the Arrays were dismantled, Yang Jing enveloped his four disciples in the Five Clouds Pouch, executed an Earth Escape, and dove into the ground, vanishing on the spot.

In this recent turmoil, no fewer than twenty True Disciples from the Four Demon Sects had died at his hands, and at least twice that number of ordinary Inner Sect Disciples.

Yang Jing didn’t believe the Golden Cores of the Four Demon Sects could restrain themselves from coming after him, so he told no one of his impending departure. He didn’t even trust Cloud Escape to be safe enough, opting instead to use the more Magical Power-consuming Earth Escape.

About the time it takes an incense stick to burn after his departure, a flustered and exasperated Demon Cultivator burst into the simple, temporary Cave Mansion, only to find it completely empty.

“What a cunning brat! He’ll definitely be a huge threat to our Demon Sect in the future!”

This Demon Cultivator was a bald old man. The sharp, deathly-white teeth in his wide mouth were shaped like the fangs of a Dragon Beast. His head was shiny, with only tufts of red hair at his temples shooting upward. A stiff, bristly beard grew under his chin like a steel brush.

He had been staking out this location for half a day but had never seen Yang Jing emerge from the Array. He could only suppress his murderous intent and wait. It wasn’t until about fifteen minutes ago that he was shocked to realize the Array surrounding the Cave Mansion had been dismantled, and his target inside, Yang Jing, had vanished into thin air.

The old man was furious. ’I can’t believe a seasoned veteran like me got played by a junior! If I had known, I wouldn’t have hesitated. I should have just attacked the Array directly!’

Just as he was wallowing in regret, a silent, sharp energy suddenly closed in from under his ribs, stabbing toward the back of his heart.

“Not good!”

The old man’s face fell in alarm. He instantly activated his Demon Skill, and small, fingernail-sized Demon Scales erupted from beneath his skin to protect the back of his heart.

With a flash of blood, the Demon Scales, as hard as Profound Gold, were sliced open, leaving a long, narrow gash on his back.

“An Gongyu, you old bastard!”

The Four Demon Sects and the Northern Army Governor’s Mansion clashed several times each year, so the Golden Core Cultivators on both sides were long familiar with one another. The old man instantly recognized his ambusher.

“Weng Meng, did you really think the Northern Army Governor’s Mansion would leave a genius like Yang Jing completely unprotected? Did you think we’d just let you old fossils from the Demon Sect bully a junior?”

A Flying Saber engraved with the image of a Cyan Bird floated beside An Gongyu.

This was the very saber he had just used to ambush and injure Weng Meng.

“I’ve been waiting here for three days. It’s a shame the one who showed up was you, Weng Meng. If it had been anyone else, that last strike would have pierced their heart.”

Weng Meng was enraged.

He took out a Demon Saber and slashed at An Gongyu as a hundred Sun Godslaying Needles, each as fine as an ox hair, shot toward him.

Despite his brutish appearance, his methods were utterly vicious.

An Gongyu transformed into a gust of cyan wind to evade the overwhelming volley of Sun Godslaying Needles. The few stray needles he couldn’t dodge were swatted away by his Flying Saber.

The two immediately broke into a fierce battle.

The power unleashed by Golden Core Cultivators was on a completely different level from Foundation Establishment. In an instant, the mountain peak they stood on was obliterated.

By this time, Yang Jing was already over a hundred li away. He rode the Five Clouds Pouch, using Cloud Escape to fly nonstop toward the Northern Army Governor’s Mansion.

Just as he was flying over a mountain range, he suddenly stopped.

Yang Jing activated his Grotto Dark Dharma Eye and peered down at the mountains below.

“Master, is something unusual down there?”

Iron Head asked curiously.

Yang Jing took a Talisman from his Storage Bag that he had been holding onto for a long time.

“I never thought this Golden Saber and Scissors Talisman was actually real.”

This Golden Saber and Scissors Talisman had been created by Gou Li. It was now shimmering with Spiritual Light, having transformed into a Flying Saber. The moment Yang Jing let it go, it would fly straight toward the Fur God that had placed a Curse on him.

Yang Jing made a quick calculation. Confirming that he was now over eight hundred li away—a distance far beyond the detection range of a Golden Core Cultivator’s Divine Sense—he finally released the Golden Saber and Scissors Talisman from his hand.

The next moment, the Golden Saber transformed into a blurry streak of golden light, shooting straight toward an unremarkable valley hidden in the mountains.

Yang Jing steered the Five Clouds Pouch and followed behind the Golden Saber.

The Golden Saber pierced through the thick mountain fog and struck a human figure, plunging straight through the top of its head.

The figure only had time to let out a terrible scream before collapsing to the ground.

Yang Jing used his Cloud Riding Talent to completely disperse the thick fog, instantly revealing the scene within the valley.

In the valley lay a dilapidated, deathly silent village. It was almost completely deserted, with not even the sound of a chicken or a dog to be heard. Dark green moss crept over every surface.

In the paddy fields outside the village stood mortals with wooden, expressionless faces. Their bodies were like withered trees, almost completely motionless.

The one killed by the Golden Saber was an old crone wearing a Bronze Double-Horned Mask. There was hardly any flesh on her bones, and she was draped in a coarse robe woven from tree bark.

She had been sitting cross-legged before a massive Big Locust Tree, its canopy towering into the sky and its trunk so thick it would take more than twenty people to encircle it.

“What is this Demon?”

Ji Feng grew uneasy. He could sense a strange, sinister energy in this place.

It felt as though some terrifying, evil creature was lurking in this damp, gloomy valley.

“Just a Fur God.”

Yang Jing looked at the towering Big Locust Tree.

The next moment, a bolt of Five-Colored True Thunder erupted from his body.

The old crone, who should have been killed by the Golden Saber, suddenly sprang back to life. Her limbs twisted at unnatural angles, and the dry wound on her head bled almost no blood, revealing a wood-like grain instead. Scuttling across the ground like a spider, she opened the mouth beneath her Bronze Mask—revealing just a few rotten teeth—and lunged straight for Yang Jing.

The roaring Five Elements True Thunder struck her body dead-on.

The terrifying bolt of lightning instantly ignited her withered body. By the time she hit the ground, she had been reduced to a puff of ash.

From the distant, dilapidated village and the surrounding paddy fields, a ceaseless stream of humanoid spiders resembling the old crone crawled forth, charging wave after wave toward Yang Jing and his four disciples.

“The Spiritual Essence in their Divine Souls has been completely devoured by the Fur God, leaving only contaminated husks behind. Don’t hold back. Kill them all.”

Yang Jing instructed his four disciples, then focused all his attention on the Big Locust Tree. It was the true culprit behind everything.

He shouted:

“To think that you, a mere Fur God, would dare to devour human Spiritual Essence under the watch of the Six Sects! You will be shown no mercy!”

The Big Locust Tree began to move. Its branches and boughs started to writhe and twist like pythons, faintly coalescing into a humanoid shape.

“Six… Sects… Six Sects!”

The Big Locust Tree’s voice was hollow, like the sound of wind whistling through its branches.

A strange, gloomy mist suddenly rose, enveloping the entire mountain village.

Yang Jing began channeling his Shenxiao Thunder Seal. The Taixiao True Thunder stored within it was long depleted, but its ability as a Spiritual Artifact to enhance Thunder Techniques remained, allowing it to strengthen his Five Elements True Thunder.

Creatures like this Fur God, this Evil God, were incredibly rare; he had never encountered one even in the Nine Heavens World. Worried that it might possess some unknown and bizarre abilities, he decided to use his full power from the start.

BOOM!

The Five Elements True Thunder crackled as the Shenxiao Thunder Seal resonated in response. The lightning flared, its power intensifying, and the evil aura in the air was completely scattered.

The next moment, the True Thunder shot directly toward the Big Locust Tree.

The previously still ground suddenly undulated like the surface of water. Countless thick roots, resembling flood dragons and pythons, erupted from the earth to block the path of the Five Elements True Thunder.

BOOM!

Splinters flew as shredded roots whipped through the air.

The roots blocking the Five Elements True Thunder were blasted to smithereens.

The True Thunder continued unimpeded, hurtling toward the Big Locust Tree’s massive trunk.

A suffocating Filthy Divine Light erupted from the trunk of the Big Locust Tree, intercepting the Five Elements True Thunder.

The moment the two opposing types of Magical Power collided, they set off a massive, violent explosion.

The Five Elements True Thunder punched a large hole through the gray Filthy Divine Light, but the weakened bolt failed to injure the Big Locust Tree itself.

Yang Jing hadn’t expected to succeed with a single bolt of Five Elements True Thunder. He had already used the Five Elements Wheel to convert all of his Magical Power into its Golden Form, condensing it into a Golden Flying Sword.

“Sword Qi Thunder Sound!”

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