Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Annihilating the Enemy

Of the three, Fifth Brother reacted the fastest. Disregarding the potential damage to his meridians, he blasted out the Magical Power he had just absorbed with all the speed he could muster.

His jade-green Magical Power transformed into a ball of green fire that howled through the air.

The attacker was simply too fast; he didn’t even have time to cast a Magic to defend himself. However, the Magical Power of the Three Yin Green Blood Scripture was so insidious that just invading an enemy’s body was enough to reduce them to a pool of pus and blood, its might no weaker than an ordinary Magic. He hadn’t managed to use much Magical Power in his hasty attack, but it should have been enough to pin his opponent down and buy himself more time.

But a cyan-and-yellow flame flared to life on the attacker’s body. The previously unstoppable Magical Power of the Three Yin Green Blood Scripture was instantly dispersed by this flame, vanishing like mist in the scorching sun. It failed to hinder the attacker in the slightest.

Fifth Brother’s eyes bulged in despair. The instant dispersal of his Magical Power gave him a splitting headache and the illusion that his entire body was being consumed by Fiery Fire.

The next moment, a cold light flashed. He was cleaved vertically in two, and his guts spilled across the floor. His internal organs reeked with a nauseating stench; some had already begun to rot.

The Three Yin Green Blood Scripture had many advantages—it allowed for extremely fast progress and was quite powerful. But it also had its drawbacks. The greatest of these was that its insidious Magical Power also corroded the user’s own body, causing their internal organs to rot. They needed to constantly take special Elixirs to mitigate this effect.

A practitioner of this technique had a constitution no better than a mortal’s, and their lifespan was a third shorter than that of other Cultivators at the same Realm.

In the eyes of the remaining two, Fifth Brother was simply cut open after a flash of green light. Their hearts plummeted, and they were so terrified they nearly died of fright. Fifth Brother’s Power was not weak, yet he had been slain in an instant, completely unable to resist.

With the fastest speed they could manage, they pulled Magical Artifacts and Talismans from their Storage Bags, preparing to fight for their lives.

Yang Jing gripped the Demon-slaying Sword with both hands. Using Cloud Escape, his movements were as light as a cloud. With a single slash of his longsword, he cut one of the men in two at the waist. Stinking pus, blood, and organs flowed onto the ground. The man’s upper torso, his face frozen in horror, fell to the floor. His severed hand was still stuck in his Storage Bag, not having had the time to pull out a Talisman.

The last man finally managed to take out his Magical Artifact, his life bought by his two clan brothers. It was a Long Needle that swirled with a sinister, jade-green light.

Needle-type Magical Artifacts were insidious and stealthy, excelling at sneak attacks and piercing defenses. Once it entered an enemy’s body, a surge of Magical Power from the Three Yin Green Blood Skill could reduce them to pus and blood. He had no idea how many people he had secretly assassinated with this Artifact.

“Die!”

That single thought was all that consumed him now.

But before he could even channel his Magical Power, a black dog clamped its jaws on his hand.

Then, a large hand gripped the top of his head. Under the crushing force, his hard skull made a sickening CRACK as it was squeezed and fractured.

Iron Head released its grip, spitting several times to get the foul blood out of its mouth.

Yang Jing decided to leave this one alive to see if he could get any information out of him.

A tyrannical torrent of Celestial True Yang poured down from the crown of his head. Under its assault, the Three Yin Green Blood Scripture Magical Power he had cultivated for over thirty years melted away like ice and snow.

His body had long since adapted to the Magical Power of the Three Yin Green Blood Scripture. When the Celestial True Yang rushed in, it was as if molten iron had been poured into his meridians, and his entire body convulsed violently.

The Celestial True Yang surged into his Dantian and instantly exploded like cold water poured into boiling oil. A heart-rending agony ripped through him, and the Cultivator let out a bloodcurdling scream. His Cultivation was crippled. With his meridians and Dantian utterly destroyed, his body became like a leaking balloon, the Magical Power of the Three Yin Green Blood Scripture steadily draining away.

Unless he could get his hands on a Tier Three Healing Elixir, his path of cultivation was completely severed.

The Long Needle Spiritual Artifact he had treasured so dearly fell to the ground. The Cultivator writhed on the floor in agony, covering himself in filth.

“Enough with the howling. What’s your purpose for coming to Huashan County?”

Yang Jing picked up the Long Needle from the ground. He channeled his Celestial True Yang, wiping away the Magical Power lingering on it to prevent any future trouble. He hadn’t expected the fight to end so smoothly. The restraining power of his True Yang Body against Demon Skills was even greater than he had anticipated.

The Demonic Qi that other Cultivators dreaded was like a soap bubble to him—it popped with a single poke.

The man was still wailing. For a Cultivator, having one’s Dantian destroyed was no different from death.

Impatient, Yang Jing stepped on the man’s head, gradually increasing the pressure. The Cultivator only continued to howl, unable to form a single word.

Growing even more impatient, Yang Jing gathered a wisp of Celestial True Yang at his fingertip and stabbed it directly into the Cultivator’s abdomen. With just that one move, the man fell silent. He arched his back like a shrimp, his face flushing crimson, completely unable to speak.

For practitioners of such Demon Skills, Celestial True Yang was the most brutal form of torture.

After about twenty breaths, Yang Jing finally withdrew the Celestial True Yang.

“Speak. What is your mission?”

The Cultivator coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood. He looked at Yang Jing as if he were staring at an Evil Ghost. The intense pain made him think he was on the verge of death.

He struggled to point at his own mouth, then shook his head.

“You’ve been placed under a Restriction? You can’t say anything?” Yang Jing asked.

The Cultivator nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice. He truly did not want to suffer the torment of the Celestial True Yang again.

The sharp Demon-slaying Sword flashed like a cold ray of light, and with a single strike, lopped off his head. The Cultivator’s head rolled twice on the ground, a look of bewilderment still etched on his face. He hadn’t expected Yang Jing to be so decisive.

Yang Jing wasn’t sure if this was the only nest of Wu Family Cultivators in Huashan County, nor did he know if the Wu Family had some way of tracking the location of its disciples. Since he had confirmed he couldn’t get any information, he naturally wouldn’t show any mercy.

The methods of the Demon Sects were strange and innumerable; not even Yang Jing could claim to know them all.

If he delayed too long, it was possible that the Wu Family’s experts would see that their disciple’s Soul Lamp had been extinguished and come looking for the culprit.

Yang Jing searched the tiled house for valuables and found over sixty corpses under the blue bricks of a side building. After taking the three Cultivators’ Storage Bags, he moved all the bodies into the courtyard and activated a Red Fire Talisman. Under the raging Red Fire, all the corpses were burned to ash.

He cleaned up all traces of the Magical Combat, then activated two more Red Fire Talismans to burn away the cloying Demonic Qi and the stench of blood.

He buried the ashes and scorched earth, then used his Bright Qi Talent to inspect the area one more time. After confirming that not a single trace remained, Yang Jing finally dismantled the Stealth Array that enveloped the entire tiled house.

After putting the Array Disc and Array Banners into his Storage Bag, Yang Jing took Iron Head and carefully used Cloud Escape to fly to the tall building where the Independent Cultivators were feasting.

The building was a full seven stories tall and was named Yingxian Tower. In Huangyuan Marketplace, it would be nothing special, but here in Huashan County, it was the tallest structure.

The tower was brightly lit, and the sounds of music and singing could be heard even from a hundred meters away. The Independent Cultivators of San Yuanli were inside, reveling day and night.

The reason Yang Jing had chosen to come here was so that if there were any tracking marks on the Storage Bags of the three men he had just killed, any pursuers would be led here, and he could frame the Independent Cultivators inside Yingxian Tower.

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