Chapter 347: Horrific Scene, Being Played

Chapter 347: Horrific Scene, Being Played

2024-09-20

"Do you want to obtain the sacred artifact left by the Founding Patriarch to wreak havoc on the world? Demon, let me tell you, no way!

Even if I die, I will not tell you where that thing is!"

Elder Baizhui's face was filled with sorrow and anger as he shouted.

"Little Jianwen, why must you be so stubborn?"

The wild-haired figure sighed. "You can't use that thing anyway, so why cling to it so desperately?"

"Even though I cannot use the sacred artifact, I absolutely cannot let it fall into the hands of a demon like you to harm the world.

Otherwise, how could I face the Ancestral Patriarchs in the afterlife?"

Elder Baizhui remained unyielding.

"If the Azure Cloud Sword Sect is completely wiped out and our lineage is severed, will you have the face to face your so-called ancestors?"

The wild-haired figure, seeing Elder Baizhui's stubbornness, finally lost patience. He casually grabbed a young disciple nearby.

The disciple immediately screamed in terror, "Master, save me, save me!"

The wild-haired figure did not stop the young disciple's cries but instead looked at Elder Baizhui.

"Little Jianwen, I remember this little guy was your last disciple, whom you recently took in. Can you bear to see him end up like the others, turned into a human skin?"

"Demon, you are utterly heartless and unworthy of being human!"

Elder Baizhui, seeing his beloved disciple captured, could not help but yell in anger.

"That's the right attitude," the wild-haired figure said with a cruel smile. "Little Jianwen, if you don't want him to be drained of his essence and turned into a human skin, tell me where that thing is right now!"

Seeing his beloved disciple struggling and crying in the demon's hands, Elder Baizhui's face showed deep pain.

"It seems, Little Jianwen, that you are truly heartless. For the sake of your so-called justice, you are willing to let your beloved disciple, whom you treat like a son, die."

The wild-haired figure's eyes turned fierce, and he no longer wasted words. He channeled his power, and blood immediately began to seep from the young disciple's head.

Being drained of blood and essence was clearly an excruciating experience.

The young disciple let out a heart-wrenching scream, as if a demon had reappeared, chilling to the bone.

"Stop, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"

Elder Baizhui, unable to bear seeing his beloved disciple die before his eyes, finally shouted in despair.

"Finally, you're willing to talk, Little Jianwen."

The wild-haired figure's face showed a smug smile as he released the young disciple, letting him fall to the ground.

However, in just a short moment, the young disciple's face had turned ashen, and his hair had become withered.

In a few breaths, he looked as if he had aged ten years.

Seeing this, Elder Baizhui's heart ached even more, and he regretted not making the decision earlier.

"Little Jianwen, tell me, where is the thing?"

The wild-haired figure said calmly.

"Little Uncle, if you want to know where the sacred artifact is, you can, but I have one condition," Elder Baizhui said weakly.

"You want me to let these worthless people go?"

The wild-haired figure instantly understood his intention.

"That's right. If you let them go, I will tell you where the sacred artifact is hidden.

Otherwise, even if you kill us all, you will never get the sacred artifact!"

Seeing the resolve in Elder Baizhui's eyes, the wild-haired figure knew he was telling the truth.

He was well aware of Elder Baizhui's character.

If he continued to press, the old man might truly die rather than yield, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Fine, these worthless people are of no use to me anyway.

Draining their essence would only taint my cultivation."

The wild-haired figure waved his hand, and a black energy pulse flew out, cutting the ropes binding the remaining few.

"Go, all of you."

"Master!"

The freed disciples looked at Elder Baizhui.

Elder Baizhui closed his eyes. "Go. The tide has turned. If you leave, at least our sect will have a chance to continue its lineage."

The disciples were stunned, then knelt and kowtowed three times to Elder Baizhui.

Then, supporting each other, they carried the young disciple who had fallen to the ground and stumbled toward the sect gate.

They were all severely injured from the earlier battle with the powerful warrior and could only muster a weak walk.

When they slowly disappeared beyond the sect gate, the wild-haired figure turned around and said, "Little Jianwen, I've let them go. Now you can tell me where that thing is, right?"

"Little Uncle, you flatter yourself. With your abilities, you could catch up to them in the blink of an eye. How could I dare to take such a risk?"

After half an hour, when Jianming and the others are truly safe, I'll tell you where the item is."

The white-bearded elder, however, remained expressionless.

The wild-haired figure sighed.

The white-bearded elder's expression turned cold, and he remained silent.

But his attitude spoke volumes.

Seeing this, the wild-haired figure's eyes turned cold. "Fine, I'll give you another half an hour. If you still don't speak, I'll show you what it truly means to be unable to live or die!"

The Martial Arena fell into silence.

The flickering torches, combined with the terrifying aura of the wild-haired figure and the human skins on the ground, created an atmosphere of horror and eeriness.

Elder You crawled on the mountain gate of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect, carefully concealing his aura and not daring to make a sound.

The treasure in his embrace emitted a wisp of energy, enveloping him and blending him perfectly with his surroundings.

The wild-haired figure below didn't seem to have an exceptionally high cultivation base, but he gave off an incredibly dangerous vibe.

Adding to this was the bizarre demonic skill he had previously displayed.

Even with the treasure on his person, Elder You dared not let down his guard.

Indeed, the Pavilion Master's estimation had been correct.

With the revival of Spirit Qi and the changing Cosmos, not only were the Fortune Sons and unparalleled geniuses born with Cosmic Fortune, but numerous demons and monsters also emerged to stir up chaos.

The bizarre demon before him was likely one of them.

Time ticked by, and the half-hour mark they had agreed upon was drawing closer.

The atmosphere in the Martial Arena became increasingly oppressive.

Finally, the wild-haired figure spoke, "Half an hour has passed. Jianwen, tell me, where is the item?"

"Yes, half an hour sure passed quickly."

The white-bearded elder spoke with an enigmatic tone, "Junior Uncle, do you think I'll tell you where that item is?"

"You dare deceive me?!"

The wild-haired figure's eyes widened, and his body suddenly emanated a terrifying aura.

"Jianwen, as the Sect Master, you break your promises. How can you face our ancestors?"

"I listened to your slander and released you, which was already a great sin.

Adding the title of a promise-breaker to that means nothing.

But you can forget about using our Sect's ancestral treasure to harm the world!"

"Good, very good!"

The wild-haired figure's anger turned to laughter. He reached out and grabbed the white-bearded elder, pulling him into his palm and squeezing his head.

"Jianwen, you brought this upon yourself. Don't blame me. I'll let you taste the Soul Refining Technique!"

Black Qi appeared on his hand, transforming into little snakes that slithered into the white-bearded elder's head.

This black Qi seemed to contain a terrifying intent. As soon as it entered the white-bearded elder's head, even with his position as the Sect Master, he couldn't bear the pain and let out a heaven-shaking, agonizing scream.

It was as if he was enduring unimaginable torment, causing him to scream uncontrollably.

"How is it? My Soul Refining Technique doesn't feel good, does it, Jianwen? If you tell me where the item is, I'll give you a quick death!"

The wild-haired figure's voice held a certain magic, and even in this situation, it clearly resonated in the white-bearded elder's mind.

"Never... you'll never get it from me, even if my soul scatters..."

The white-bearded elder gritted his teeth, his words seemingly coming from the depths of hell.

"Hmph, you're asking for death!"

Seeing that the other party still refused to speak at this moment, the wild-haired figure's eyes turned cold.

He no longer held back and increased the black Qi in his hand, completely covering the white-bearded elder's head.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The white-bearded elder let out another heaven-shaking, piercing scream. His body contorted and trembled, a sight that shocked all who witnessed it.

Despite enduring unimaginable agony, the white-bearded elder didn't beg for mercy or reveal a hint of the treasure's location.

In the end, under the torment of the black Qi, the white-bearded elder's body gradually stopped contorting, and his life force slowly dissipated.

He had been tortured to death.

"You endured the pain until your soul scattered and still refused to speak. Good for you, Jianwen! The old man's assessment of your unwavering will was indeed accurate."

Looking at the white-bearded elder lying on the ground, devoid of any life force, the wild-haired figure felt a surge of frustration but could only accept this outcome.

"However, I don't believe you can hide that item so well.

I'll burn this broken Sword Sect to the ground and see if it reveals itself!"

The wild-haired figure was absolutely not going to give up so easily.

The object was ordinary to him in his past life, but to his current impoverished self, it was of utmost importance.

He had to obtain it at all costs.

Without hesitation, the wild-haired figure began setting fires everywhere, unconcerned about the object's resistance to flames.

The raging inferno gradually engulfed the entire Azure Cloud Sword Sect.

Standing in the center of the Martial Arena, the wild-haired figure closed his eyes, sensing the movements within the sect.

The object contained a hint of spirit, and any trace of its energy would not escape his detection.

He concentrated all his senses, but as the flames were about to die out, he still hadn't sensed the energy he sought.

"Damn it! Where did that old man hide it?"

Finally, the wild-haired figure, frustrated and furious, kicked Elder Baizhui's corpse into the flames.

His eyes turned red, and his aura became wildly ferocious, as if he was about to explode at any moment.

But in the end, he managed to suppress the murderous intent in his heart and didn't unleash it.

His aura even weakened inexplicably, quickly subsiding.

"Cough, damn kid, I'll get you back for that stab wound sooner or later!" the wild-haired figure coughed and said viciously.

In the Holy City, he had been injured by Lu Qing's sword energy, forcing him to use the Demonic Disintegration Technique to narrowly escape.

Not only was his vitality severely damaged, but more importantly, Lu Qing had just emerged from tribulation, and remnants of the thunder tribulation remained within him.

This caused the sword energy he unleashed to contain a trace of tribulation energy.

For a demon cultivator like the wild-haired figure, tribulation energy was something they loathed.

Even after all this time, as he traveled from Zhongzhou, consuming the essence and blood of many along the way, he still couldn't fully recover from his injuries.

This was one of the reasons why he had to obtain the object.

If he could refine the object, he would not only heal his injuries but also advance further, initially refining a demonic body foundation.

Unfortunately, this plan was destined to be in vain.

Looking at the completely burned-out Azure Cloud Sword Sect, the wild-haired figure prepared to leave.

He realized that even with the fire, he couldn't find the object.

Clearly, the item must have been moved out beforehand by the cunning Jianwen.

No wonder Jianwen had insisted on letting those people leave; it was highly likely that the item was on their persons! The wild-haired figure suddenly realized he had been outmaneuvered by Jianwen.

Jianwen had sent the item away right in front of him!

"But, little Jianwen, do you think you're the only one with schemes? I've already marked those people with demon energy beforehand.

Even if they've been gone for half a day, I can still find them, even if they've reached the ends of the earth!" The wild-haired figure spoke softly towards the location of Elder Baizhui's corpse.

Then, he strode out, not looking back as he left.

After being outwitted by Elder Baizhui, he decided not only to retrieve the object but also to exterminate the Azure Cloud Sword Sect, severing their incense legacy!

The wild-haired figure left the sect gate and immediately used his movement technique to head downhill.

The Azure Cloud Sword Sect fell silent once more.

Only the dying flames crackled in the darkness.

After a long while, a black figure slowly descended from the sect gate.

Elder You looked at the completely burned-out Azure Cloud Sword Sect, a hint of sigh in his eyes.

He, too, knew something about the Azure Cloud Sword Sect.

It was also an ancient sect with a thousand years of history.

According to the information passed down from their ancestors in Wuguilou, this sect had even participated in the campaign against Wuguilou.

But he never expected that it would be easily annihilated by a mysterious and formidable being.

"What is the origin of that person? His demonic cultivation is so bizarre and terrifying, even more frightening than the legendary demonic cultivators," Elder You recalled the earlier scene, still feeling a chill.

A cultivation method that directly feeds on human bone marrow and essence blood to strengthen oneself—he had never seen such a demonic art in his ancestors' records.

Just then, a sinister voice suddenly echoed nearby.

"No wonder I felt something amiss; there really are rats hiding in the shadows."

Elder You shuddered at these words, a chill rising from the depths of his heart to the top of his head.

(End of Chapter)

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