Chapter 327: As Long As I Live, You Will Always Lose! (Part 2)

Chapter 327: As Long As I Live, You Will Always Lose! (Part 2)

It seemed that they had missed him then.

However, despite that, Fu Dongsen, Wang Dongchu, and Zheng Dongying were all slain by his hand.

Speaking of cleansing the sect, he was far more competent than the other members of the Shushan Sect... Ji Dongquan's feelings were complicated.

He Dongxing also stepped forward at this time: "Chen Donglou, let's return to Shushan together."

"Chen Donglou" glanced at the two of them: "Of course, I will return. I said that I would bring the Purple Micro Sword back to the mountain, and I will keep my word."

As he spoke, he raised his hand.

The Purple Micro Sword, which was suspended in mid-air, immediately dimmed and quietly fell into his hand.

He Dongxing couldn't help but smile bitterly at this.

He had wanted to take the opportunity to invite Chen Donglou back to Shushan directly.

But it was clear that Chen Donglou only intended to return the Purple Micro Sword to Shushan to fulfill his promise.

Knowing Chen Donglou's character, He Dongxing shook his head inwardly and swallowed all his words of persuasion. Instead, he said, "Zhang Dongyuan, carrying the Qingming Sword, should be arriving soon. Let's meet up with him and travel together..."

As he spoke, Ji Dongquan's expression suddenly changed, and he exclaimed in surprise.

He was a calm and collected person, and it was rare for him to show such an expression. Even "Chen Donglou" turned to look at him.

Ji Dongquan now held a magical artifact in his hand, which was flashing continuously.

No sound came from it, but information was directly transmitted to Ji Dongquan.

With a grave expression, he looked at Chen Donglou and He Dongxing and quickly said, "I received a message from Zhang Dongyuan. Our sect's headquarters, Celestial Peak, is under attack!

The void portal leading to the Yellow Springs under Xiaoding is wide open, and there are people who claim to be descendants of the Underground Shushan Sect. They practice our sect's techniques but have strayed into the evil path! Their Daoist techniques are now similar to those of the Shaman Ghost Dao, using countless living souls to refine magical treasures and artifacts. It's extremely bloody!

They are currently surging out from underground and attacking the peak of Xiaoding Mountain. Zhang Dongyuan is already on his way back!

He Dongxing was equally shocked. "The Underground Shushan in the Yellow Springs?! Using living souls to refine magical treasures and artifacts?!"

Lei Jun, disguised as Chen Donglou, was also surprised.

He knew that previously, under the Shushan Sect's headquarters, Celestial Peak Xiaoding, there had been an outbreak of the Yellow Springs, but it had been sealed by the Shushan Sect.

Unexpectedly, there was actually an Underground Shushan in the Yellow Springs.

Was it a Daoist artifact refining sect that was similar to the Shaman Ghost Dao? Moreover, from the sound of it, their influence and strength had already become a force to be reckoned with.

As Lei Jun was thinking about this, the light sphere in his brain suddenly flashed and displayed some words:

> "The Yellow Springs surges, the nine abysses and nine springs condense over a millennium. When heaven and earth converge, the two flowers gather with the ebb and flow."

Along with this came two fortune-telling results:

"A moderately good fortune. Venturing to the underground of the Celestial Peak will present an opportunity to obtain a second-rate yet expandable opportunity. There is currently no risk, but subsequent cause and effect entanglements will require extreme caution. Auspicious."

"A moderate fortune. Not going underground to the Summit of Shushan will keep you away from the storm, uninvolved in the cause and effect, with no additional gains or losses. Neutral."

A second-rate expandable opportunity was quite rare... Lei Jun was a little surprised.

According to the literal meaning of the fortune-telling results, the location was the underground of the Shushan peak, and there was no need to enter the underworld (Yellow Springs is a term referring to the underworld in Chinese mythology).

However, the cause and effect entanglements were likely related to the Yellow Springs and the so-called Underground Shushan.

Lei Jun's thoughts raced, but his expression, still in the form of Chen Donglou, remained unchanged, a wry smile playing on his lips.

"Underground Shushan? What Underground Shushan? If Zhang Dongyuan's words are true, then those are heretical disciples of our sect, are they not?"

As his magic power gradually recovered, he took the lead in leaving the earth vein. "In these times, does everyone think our sect is easy prey? This is simply outrageous!"

He Dongxing and Ji Dongquan were instantly energized by his words and quickly followed suit.

...

At that moment, the situation at the Celestial Peak of Shushan was indeed critical.

Ever since the Great Split War, when the Taiyi Pre-Heaven Tower and Qing Xiao Mansion left, the mountain gate and ancestral hall of Shushan Sect, the Celestial Peak, had suffered another calamity.

The opening of the Yellow Springs was a disaster in itself.

But within it was another branch of Shushan, which, from a certain perspective, could be considered an unexpected delight.

Zhang Taogang, Xu Duan, and Ye Dongming were cautious, but they generally welcomed their fellow sect members.

They hosted An Zhiyu and Cao Xu and their master-disciple pair.

Later, as the representative of the human Shushan Sect of the Great Tang, Ye Dongming was willing to enter the Yellow Springs for a visit.

However, upon his arrival, Ye Dongming discovered something amiss.

It was understandable that the Shushan Sect in the Yellow Springs had undergone some changes due to the yin energy there.

But Ye Dongming found that the Taoist refiners in this branch were like demons and evildoers.

Common magical artifacts and treasures were blatantly made from bones and souls, like the White Bone Sword and Soul-Gathering Banner.

They interacted with others, and those who fled from the war and entered the Yellow Springs for refuge came into contact with the Underground Shushan, only to be 'protected' by them and turned into resources for refining their evil artifacts. It was like escaping from a tiger's mouth only to fall into a wolf's den.

When the truth was exposed, the Underground Shushan changed their faces, and Ye Dongming almost lost his life in the Yellow Springs.

Fortunately, he had always been vigilant, and with the help of Zhang Taogang and Xu Duan, he managed to escape with severe injuries.

The Underground Shushan immediately turned hostile, and the Yellow Springs surged through the void portal to attack the Celestial Peak.

Xu Duan, the Great Elder of the Shushan Sect, had a grim expression, and the twelve Zhu Yan Flying Forks danced wildly.

But a net-like barrier, resembling flowing clouds and water, spread out to block the numerous flying forks.

Although Xu Duan's Zhu Yan Flying Forks were powerful, the opposing artifact seemed to be infused with the waters of the Yellow Springs, capable of extinguishing the crimson flames and even dissipating the magic power of the forks.

This treasure was called the Wangchuan Water Smoke Net, and its owner was none other than An Zhiyu, an elder of the Underground Shushan.

The Underground Shushan group had brought few people this time, but they were all experts.

Including An Zhiyu, there were a total of four of them.

"Try to collect as many souls, artifacts, and treasures as possible," instructed Zhou Zheng, the leader of the group, a middle-aged Taoist with a serene and immortal-like appearance, devoid of the sinister aura that most Underground Shushan cultivators possessed.

"This Shushan in the mortal realm may be incompetent, but other cultivators may come to their aid. Our Sect Master and elders are currently in seclusion, refining treasures, so we must not tarry for too long."

An Zhiyu and the other two elders of the Underground Shushan, Li Yuanyuan and Mu Sheng, nodded in agreement.

While An Zhiyu faced off against Xu Duan, Li Yuanyuan and Mu Sheng acted without restraint.

One of Li Yuanyuan's two natal artifacts was the Soul-Seizing Bell.

The sound of the bell reverberated, affecting a wide area, capable of suppressing the souls of multiple people simultaneously and even directly harvesting their lives on a large scale, resulting in a massacre.

His other natal artifact, the Jade Bone Armor, was primarily used for defense.

At that moment, it blocked countless pitch-black divine needles controlled by Ye Dongming.

Ye Dongming, with a solemn expression and a pale face, manipulated the wind and rain yin-wood divine needles.

He had barely survived the Yellow Springs, and one of his two natal artifacts, the Snow Peak Umbrella, used for defense, had been destroyed, affecting his soul. On top of that, he had sustained further injuries.

However, Ye Dongming gritted his teeth and continued to fight, wielding his other natal artifact, the Wind and Rain Yin-Wood Divine Needles, along with his other natal instruments.

Li Yuanyuan's Jade Bone Armor covered his body, and as his magic power flowed, countless white bone fragments, resembling jade, scattered in the air, forming a shield array that blocked Ye Dongming's Wind and Rain Yin-Wood Divine Needles.

Ye Dongming had no time to regret his unsuccessful attack or to find another angle. He quickly dodged to the side to avoid the incoming claws of a three-story tall giant skull demon.

Another giant skull demon, over thirty feet tall, approached from another direction, attempting to trap Ye Dongming.

Ye Dongming was already injured, had lost his important defensive artifact, the Snow Peak Umbrella, and was further affected by the soul-suppressing bell played by Li Yuanyuan. He found himself in a perilous situation.

And such skull demons, there were eight of them.

They originated from the Eight Desolate White Bone Beads, the natal artifact of Mu Sheng, an elder of the Underground Shushan.

Usually, they resembled a string of beads, each bead a small skull.

But now, they had transformed into eight giant skull demons, each possessing formidable strength.

With just these eight demons, Li Yuanyuan and Mu Sheng's lineup no longer seemed sparse, especially with the soul-suppressing bell played by Li Yuanyuan, which complemented their offensive.

Apart from restraining the Shushan elders of the higher realms, Li Yuanyuan and Mu Sheng kept their eyes on the other battlefield, ready to strike at any moment, like hungry ghosts seeking their prey.

There, the leader of the Underground Shushan, Zhou Zheng, was fighting Zhang Taogang, the Sect Master of the Shushan Sect.

The artifacts they wielded were...

The North Sea God Spear clashed against the South Bright Li Fire Cauldron.

One by one, the cultivators of the Shushan Sect turned pale with rage.

On the opposing side, Zhou Zheng, an elder of the Underground Shushan, sat cross-legged with a calm expression, sheltered beneath a black banner.

Unlike An Zhiyu and Li Yuanyuan, who had fused their souls with their artifacts, he remained stationary, guarding the banner while sitting in meditation.

Above the banner, amidst the dark clouds, stood a figure that seemed somewhat illusory.

The figure exuded a sinister aura, its expression blank and its gaze dull.

However, to the cultivators of the Shushan Sect, this figure was all too familiar, as they had seen countless portraits of him.

His name was Wang Kun, and he had passed away millennia ago. He was a revered ancestor of the Shushan Sect of the Great Tang.

The greatest legacy he had left to the Shushan Sect was the North Sea God Spear, one of the Six Harmonies Supreme Treasures of the Shushan Sect.

And now, what left the disciples of the Great Tang Shushan tongue-tied was that the Beiming God Spear had "returned to its original owner."

That strange black banner was called the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, a treasured artifact of Shu Mountain in the Yellow Springs, and a part of their foundation.

It contained countless souls, making it sinister and terrifying.

Zhou Zheng was not the true master of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner; he had only borrowed the treasured artifact to aid them in their battle above.

Initially, it was just the ten thousand souls pouring out, resembling an apocalyptic scene.

It was only when Zhang Taogang confronted the group of demons with the Beiming God Spear that Zhou Zheng and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner revealed their true intentions.

Within the banner was the evil soul of Wang Kun.

The Beiming God Spear was like a pike thrust into a mud pit, only to be suddenly seized by the opponent.

On one hand, a treasured artifact had changed hands, and on the other, an ancestor had been desecrated.

The disciples of the Great Tang Shu Mountain were so furious that they almost vomited blood.

"If Wang Zushi's immortal soul has suffered such a calamity, then what about the other ancestors and elders..." One Shu Mountain disciple was so angry that his whole body trembled.

Ji Chuan drew his sword to help him block an attack from a white-boned demon, shouting, "Don't panic! It's already rare for Wang Zuishi's level of cultivation to have his soul enter the Yellow Springs."

The Shu Mountain disciple came to his senses.

If the souls of the ancestors and elders from past dynasties were all restrained, then the situation would naturally be very different.

It was just a pity that Wang Kun, the ancestor, had suffered such a calamity.

Zhang Taogang was also furious, but for now, he could only forcibly calm his mind and use the Nanming Lihuo Ding to fight the opponent.

Although the Nanming Lihuo Ding was not a famous killing artifact, its fiery power was formidable and not to be underestimated.

Zhou Zheng and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner had just seized the Beiming God Spear, and there were many inconveniences in the initial stages of wielding its power, so they had not been able to fully utilize the artifact's might. For the time being, Zhang Taogang was able to resist with the Nanming Lihuo Ding.

However, he was anxious, and on the other side, Li Yuanyuan and Mu Sheng had begun to approach.

Just then, a sword light of azure color flew across the sky.

It was Zhang Dongyuan, who had returned with the Qingming Sword.

His sword cut through the sky, immediately suppressing the somewhat unwieldy Beiming God Spear.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Zheng and the other inner Shu Mountain elders were not angry but instead lit up with excitement: "The Qingming Sword of the White Brow Ancestor!"

This was what they wanted the most, even more so than the Beiming God Spear and the Nanming Lihuo Ding.

"Inner Shu Mountain disciple Zhou Zheng, respectfully invites the Ancestor's Sword." Zhou Zheng, who had been sitting cross-legged under the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, suddenly stood up and shook the banner.

The void portal leading to the Yellow Springs from the summit of Xiaoding trembled.

The waters of the Lethe surged once more, overflowing through the void portal.

At the same time, as the Lethe of the Yellow Springs rose, a strange light of dual colors shone.

Then, like an angry spring, the dual-colored light rushed upwards, suddenly piercing through the summit of Xiaoding, which lacked a solid mountain-guarding formation.

It was as if the nine springs were surging up from the underworld.

This strange dual-colored light took advantage of the entanglement between the Beiming God Spear and the Qingming Sword and wrapped itself around the Qingming Sword.

Zhang Dongyuan tried to pull it back, and the azure sword light flickered, but it didn't move, temporarily suspended in mid-air.

Zhou Zheng shook the Ten Thousand Souls Banner again.

Within the black clouds, the evil soul of the old Daoist was expressionless and dull-eyed, but the Beiming God Spear he controlled was agile, breaking free from the Qingming Sword and immediately turning to stab at the Nanming Lihuo Ding.

The icy cold of the Beiming and the fiery heat of the Nanming began to collide.

The Beiming's frost couldn't completely freeze the flames, and conversely, the fire couldn't spread further.

"Your lineage is weak and unable to wield this precious artifact. Hand it over to us." Zhou Zheng shook the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and the black clouds expanded as he attempted to seize the Qingming Sword.

At the same time, Li Yuanyuan and Mu Sheng directly ignored the severely injured Ye Dongming and advanced towards the Nanming Lihuo Ding.

But just at this moment.

In the distant horizon, there seemed to be a faint purple light that flashed and disappeared in an instant.

It was like a purple star twinkling in the sky.

Zhou Zheng and the others immediately changed their expressions.

A low rumble seemed to echo throughout the heavens and earth.

In the next moment, the purple light reappeared and reached the black clouds above the Ten Thousand Souls Banner!

The evil soul of the old Daoist seemed to be struck by lightning from above, instantly splitting into two!

At this moment, Wang Kun's expression finally showed some life, without any pain, but instead a smile, before disappearing with the wind.

The purple light that pierced through the heavens and earth slashed across the summit, directly shattering a mountain ridge behind it.

As dust filled the air, an ancient longsword, tilted and embedded itself into the ground.

Zixia...

Had the Zixia Sword returned to Shu Mountain?

As this thought arose in everyone's minds, a proud and unrestrained voice rang out:

"Who says Shu Mountain has no one left?"

The voice came before the person.

Then, in the horizon, a faint light flickered once more.

In the next moment, seven sword lights fell like shooting stars, piercing through the sky and arriving together!

Their target was Zhou Zheng, the leader of the inner Shu Mountain disciples!

The Zixia Sword had just swept by, causing the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to sway slightly.

Zhou Zheng couldn't use the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to protect himself, but fortunately, his natal artifact reacted on its own and automatically guarded its master.

A small and exquisite pitch-black pill furnace appeared, growing taller as it was infused with wind, eventually transforming into a two-zhang-tall pill furnace that stood in front of Zhou Zheng.

The pill furnace overflowed with black qi, giving birth to a vast black mist. Within the mist, countless faces appeared, crying out and shaking one's spirit.

But before they could finish their cry, everything came to a sudden halt.

"Boom!"

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!!'"

All sounds were drowned out by the violent clanging of metal and the explosion of thunderous flames.

The sword lights continuously slammed down, and in an instant, they pierced through the massive pitch-black pill furnace, creating several gaping holes!

Before the seven sword lights had fully penetrated, the pill furnace had already been smashed to pieces.

The seven flying swords that pierced through the pill furnace all struck Zhou Zheng, nailing this inner Shu Mountain elder, who had reached the second layer of the Eighth Heaven, completely to the ground.

The sword lights showed no mercy, directly piercing through the mountain rocks beneath and completely shredding Zhou Zheng's immortal soul.

The fierce yang thunder flames purged all traces of yin energy.

For a moment, there was dead silence inside and outside the summit.

Whether it was the disciples of the Great Tang Shu Mountain or the descendants of Shu Mountain in the Yellow Springs, they all stared dumbfounded at the direction from which the sword lights had come.

There, "Chen Donglou" stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking the summit.

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