txolops Chapter 59: All are connected to this path
Chapter 59: All are connected to this path
Outside the Zhengyang Taoist temple, at the corner of an alley.
The ground was covered in blood and flesh, bones were shattered into pieces, and the thick, pungent smell of blood lingered, staining the walls with dark red bloodstains.
In an instant, amidst the deathly silence, footsteps suddenly arose, neither hurried nor slow.
A short while later, a figure emerged from the shadows and casually tossed away a still-bleeding head.
The skull rolled on the ground, its empty eye sockets facing the direction of the temple.
The person who arrived was none other than Fang Chen.
Previously, outside the temple, there were many evil people who wanted to take advantage of the chaos, including the old woman who walked the underworld, the old man who refined corpses, the paper craftsman, and other people from all walks of life who wanted to fish in troubled waters.
Now, however, it was casually disposed of, turning into a pool of indistinct flesh and blood on the ground.
Fang Chen raised his eyes and looked towards the direction of the dojo, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
"It seems... nothing has changed."
When the Three True Immortals ordered him to go and wipe out the three major evil cults, Fang Chen already sensed something was wrong.
Considering the strange and unpredictable nature of the righteous path in that city, it was hard to say whether the visitor had ill intentions. So, using this as an excuse, they let him leave the dangerous place.
If something unforeseen happens, Fang Chen will flee a thousand miles away to preserve a glimmer of hope for the Zhengyang Sect; if nothing happens, he can go and sweep up that heretical sect's dojo and plunder its resources.
As things stand now, the dojo is completely silent, with no signs of a sudden battle, so it seems... everything is alright.
However, Fang Chen was not in a hurry to set off.
He stood quietly in the shadows, his thoughts shifting slightly, a faint, clear energy flowing around him.
This is the remnant of humanity's fortune from the ancient Pure Spirit World, hidden within the chariot and horse mansion. This fortune is incomparably pure and can be directly transformed into spiritual power, almost like Fang Chen's second spiritual platform.
Without this as a reliance, even if Fang Chen possessed a deadly weapon like the [Mysterious Yin Life-Slaying Sword Gourd], he wouldn't have enough magical power to activate it, let alone use his Dao Foundation Realm to fight against the Yin God.
He closed his eyes and regulated his breathing.
Inside the chariot and horse enclosure, besides the human destiny, there is also a large amount of the fire of the great sun and the essence of the moon.
At this moment, he gradually drew upon and refined all of it, transforming it into trickles of magical power that flowed into his parched spiritual platform. His hidden injuries gradually healed under the nourishment of the clear stream, and his overall energy also gradually reached perfection.
Before long, his mind was full, his magical power was complete, and he returned to his peak state.
Just then, a faint ray of spiritual light drifted from the direction of the dojo and entered his brow.
Fang Chen's mind stirred slightly, and he discerned that this hidden message was a method that only the true disciples of the Zhengyang Sect had learned.
He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, feeling a sense of relief.
It seems this ordeal... is over.
So next, it's time to properly deal with those three cult temples and collect the interest.
……
The training grounds for creating animals have become a living hell.
After news of the deaths of two of the three great demons and the injury of one spread, the various demons and evil sects who had been hiding in the shadows and watching Zhou Chao for a long time immediately pounced on him.
Before long, the protective array shattered, and the training ground was instantly turned into a bloody grinder, where demons, monsters, ghosts, cultivators... all sides were engaged in a frenzied slaughter.
A gray-feathered goose took flight, its sorcery immobilizing a disciple of the Animal Cultivation Sect. Its long beak, sharp as a knife, slammed open the goose's chest, and blood gushed forth like a fountain.
The disciple wailed pitifully, while the goose buried its head and pecked at the entrails, saliva dripping mixed with blood.
"Such fresh and delicious offal... Hehe, this trip was worthwhile, old demon! Slurp!"
A pale paper figure, like a ghost, clung to the young man's back, its sharp, pointed mouthparts piercing his neck and sucking his blood.
"Such delicious blood food...slurp! It's truly top-quality stuff. This dojo is truly nourishing!"
In no time, the man turned into a shriveled husk and was casually tossed aside.
But the most terrifying thing was the swarm of insects that filled the sky. The dark cloud of insects swept over the Taoist temple, and wherever it passed, people, animals, Taoist boys, and disciples were all reduced to bones amidst the buzzing of the insects. The group of black-robed Taoists, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust, laughed wildly.
"Heh heh... Today is the day to feast!" A black-robed elder, his face flushed, reached out and grabbed a trembling disciple of the Animal Creation Sect.
The disciple, his face ashen, begged for mercy in a trembling voice:
"My lord, spare my life! I'm a novice in this art, and I've never harmed anyone..."
"Hey! You demonic bastards, how dare you bewitch my mind!"
The black-robed elder grinned maliciously, and with a few cracking sounds from his knuckles, the disciple's four limbs were severed, and he screamed in agony.
The black-robed elder became even more excited upon seeing this. With his five fingers like hooks, he suddenly pried open the skull, revealing the white brain matter.
Then, he opened his mouth and spat out a long, thin proboscis, which he slowly inserted into his brain and inhaled deeply.
"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! This brain marrow is truly the sweetest..." The black-robed elder closed his eyes in ecstasy, his mouthparts moving slightly. "The clan's rules are strict, and I haven't tasted this for a long time... Oh, no, this is not for enjoyment, but for slaying demons and protecting our righteous path!"
The black-robed elder casually tossed aside the disciple's corpse, which had been drained of its brains, and prepared to search for his next prey.
But then a wisp of smoke in the distance transformed into a flowing rosy cloud, suddenly piercing into the Taoist temple. A fierce wind arose, stirring up a turbulent, bloody atmosphere!
"Hey, where did this bastard come from, daring to ruin my search for blood food!" The black-robed elder's face darkened, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light.
As the wind subsided and the clouds dispersed, his face darkened further as he saw the newcomer's features. He coldly shouted:
"So it's you, you little brat from the Righteous Path. Out of consideration for our shared righteousness, my Witchcraft Tribe will clean up these remnants of a heretical cult for you. This place is ours to deal with; you… get out!"
Fang Chen did not respond, but merely glanced at the temple grounds.
Limbs and remains were scattered everywhere, blood flowed like rivers, and wails of agony were incessant.
Numerous demons and evil spirits were frantically plundering spiritual objects and magical coins, like locusts sweeping across the land, leaving nothing behind. Fang Chen's usually calm eyes revealed a rare hint of anger.
He was not a soft-hearted person, but seeing this scene of frenzied slaughter, an inexplicable anger still surged in his heart.
Not to mention, it was he who was fighting desperately and slaying demons on the front lines, while these filthy scoundrels and evil spirits are reaping the benefits here.
You must understand, this is my sacred money, my spiritual treasures, my execution ground... How dare these filthy scoundrels, demons and heretics lay their hands on it? And you expect me to be grateful to them?!
"You brat!" Seeing that Fang Chen wasn't leaving, the black-robed elder's eyes flashed with killing intent. "Hurry up and leave..."
However, before he could finish speaking, he saw a gourd suddenly emerge from Fang Chen's palm.
immediately--
quick!quick!quick!
Like lightning, like a sword immortal flicking his finger, a chilling light tore through the air and arrived. The black-robed elder didn't even have time to think before his body was cut in two!
"Are you kidding me...?"
Before his lingering resentment had subsided, he saw the clouds and mist churning before him, engulfing half of the dojo. With a deafening roar, a colossal hand of cloud and mist emerged from it, its five fingers as large as a collapsing mountain, and suddenly grabbed at him!
The Great Capture of Primordial Qi!
The giant cloud-like hand instantly enveloped it and grabbed it!
"No! Fellow Daoist, spare my life!" The black-robed elder's expression changed drastically. "I am from the Witchcraft Tribe, a righteous sect of Dao City, and I belong to the same righteous path as you..."
"Noisy."
The giant cloud-like hand clenched suddenly, and a faint wisp of blood mist bloomed in mid-air!
"What kind of filthy wretch dares to be ranked alongside my Daoist sect?" Fang Chen sneered, unleashing a palm strike that completely crushed the remnant soul.
Immediately, clouds and mist surged and spread in all directions, sealing off and isolating the entire temple.
This scene startled many cultivators present, who shouted angrily, their faces contorted with rage.
"Hey! Who came from, you brat, daring to ruin our plans! I'll skin you alive, tear you apart, and devour your entrails!"
"Hurry up and dispel your sorcery! Do you wish to have your soul extracted, your spirit refined, and your body burned as a ghostly lamp, never to be reincarnated?!"
"Does the Zhengyang Path intend to wage war against all of us Xuanmen at the same time?!"
Countless angry curses, endless resentment, and murderous gazes suddenly pierced through Fang Chen, fixing him firmly on his body.
Fang Chen, however, remained calm, standing with his hands behind his back, his voice resounding throughout the entire venue:
"Fellow Daoists, please calm down. It is not that I, Fang, am looking for trouble. It is simply that I just had a sudden whim and performed a divination—the heavens revealed that your magical artifacts, spiritual coins, flesh and blood, souls..."
"Everything here is connected to this path!"