Chapter 65: "Demon Cultivators, They Must Be Eliminated!"

Chapter 65: "Demon Cultivators, They Must Be Eliminated!"

"Hehe."

Lying on the ground, Ten Thousand Demons slowly stopped convulsing under the effect of the healing pill. He took out several more pills and stuffed them into the terrifying wound on his abdomen. Shaking, he rose to his feet, and carefully wiped the spirit tablets on the altar with a handkerchief from his bosom.

"Big Brother, Little Nine has finally succeeded. You always said that Little Nine was the most cowardly and afraid of death, the most timid among us brothers."

"If only you were still alive."

"I really want to show you that I'm not afraid of death. I just didn't want to leave you all. Now that Eighth Brother is dead too, I have nothing left to hold me back."

"See, I can be fearless too."

He didn't know who had killed his big brother and second brother.

Big Brother had fled to the cave with severe injuries before dying. On his deathbed, he refused to reveal his killer, and told them never to seek revenge. Their sole purpose was to rescue their master, no matter who among them died at the hands of others, they deserved it.

Forget all grudges, seeking revenge would only hinder their progress.

Ignore everything, and rescue the master.

Big Brother was lucky to have left a final message.

Sixth Brother, Seventh Brother, and Eighth Brother all died outside, without any last words.

Ten Thousand Demons, with a dazed expression, took out twenty-four incense sticks from his bosom and lit them. He placed them in eight incense burners in front of the spirit tablets, which they had prepared long ago, making nine in total.

And now...

The tattered Ten Thousand Demons suddenly grinned, reaching into his bosom again to take out a brand-new spirit tablet. He placed it neatly on the right side of the altar and set up a new incense burner in front of it.

Lighting three more incense sticks, he bowed three times respectfully towards the ninth spirit tablet before speaking softly.

"Big Brothers."

"There's just one last step, and Little Nine will be on his way. Before leaving, I really miss you all, and I wanted to see you one last time."

"After you left, Little Nine felt so alone."

"Little Nine misses you."

"Fufeng City has been successfully chosen as the location for Master's arrival. It's the weakest region in the entire Great Xia Country, and I've already spread the word. Those with some influence have already fled the city, and those remaining are just insignificant commoners, nothing to worry about."

"Master will definitely succeed."

"Little Nine, bidding farewell to my brothers."

"It's time to go."

As he spoke, Ten Thousand Demons, who had been hunched over, slowly straightened his back. His tattered clothes fluttered in the strong wind as he turned and strode towards the cave's exit. Standing in the air a thousand feet high, he waved his sleeve, and spirit energy shot out, completely destroying the cave.

This cave had been their home after Master left, found by Big Brother. For a long time, it was their sanctuary.

Now, he had destroyed his own home.

Without family, where could one call home? And he had no chance to return.

Over the years, although the brothers had forgotten all grudges for the sake of rescuing their master, and even in death, refused to reveal their killers, the Great Xia Country was only so big.

Those who had killed his brothers boasted about slaying Ten Thousand Demons.

How could he not know?

To make his brothers happy and ensure the success of the plan, he forced a smile, pretending not to know, but secretly memorized the names of the killers, keeping them deep in his heart. Now that the plan had succeeded, the rest was up to the master.

And what he had to do now...

Was to let those who had killed his brothers feel the pain of losing loved ones!

In the final step of the plan, he acted on his personal desire and lured the Golden Core Cultivators who had killed his brothers to a specific location. He couldn't defeat Golden Core Cultivators, but killing Foundation Establishment Cultivators was no issue.

"Ahhhh!"

Ten Thousand Demons, who thought he had prepared for everything, hovered in the air, gazing at the thousand-mile black mist over Fufeng City. He couldn't help but grimace and howl in pain, tears of blood streaming down his face.

He didn't understand.

His brothers had no conflict with those people; they had only killed some mortals. Why did they have to kill his brothers?

If anyone should kill them, it should be the forces related to those mortals!

What right do you bystanders have to act on behalf of heaven's justice!

The next second—

Ten Thousand Demons' body transformed into a red light, shooting towards the horizon. His speed was even faster than most Golden Core Powerhouses, as if his lifespan was worth nothing.

To some, lifespan was useless.

"You all like to kill me, Ten Thousand Demons, to prove your righteous path, don't you?!"

"This time, I won't run! I'm here!"

"Come and kill me!"

In the blink of an eye, Ten Thousand Demons arrived at a mediocre mortal city. The killer of his fourth brother was a Golden Core Powerhouse named Freedom Taoist, who had come from this city, and his relatives had become the most prominent family here.

The strongest cultivator in this city was merely at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment.

Wrapped in overwhelming demonic energy, Ten Thousand Demons looked down at the mortals below, their eyes filled with fear. A sinister smile appeared on his pained face.

"Remember this—"

"The one who killed you is Ten Thousand Demons!"

"Demon Cultivator Ten Thousand Demons!"

"Today, I'll show the world what a demon cultivator is, and who Ten Thousand Demons is!"

"Thousand Mile Blood Fog, activate!"

This was Ten Thousand Demons' first and last act of retaliation in the Great Xia Country.

Under the premise of sacrificing a significant portion of his lifespan, blood mist surged and sprayed out, almost dyeing half the sky red. Accompanying the roar of Wan Yaozi, within a hundred li radius, tens of thousands of demonic beasts with crimson eyes lost their sanity and gathered in packs, charging towards the city.

The domesticated demonic beasts within the city also lost their minds, their eyes turning crimson as they began to indiscriminately attack anyone in sight.

Perhaps Master was right.

These nine individuals were truly blessed with great fortune, possessing bloodline entries from birth. Their lifespans, cultivation, and cultivation realms were shared among the nine of them.

If one person achieved great perfection in a certain cultivation technique, the other eight would also reach great perfection in that technique.

If one person broke through to the Foundation Establishment Apex, the cultivation of the other eight would also reach the same level.

If one person died unexpectedly, the remaining lifespan would be evenly distributed and shared among the remaining eight.

Sometimes, he also wondered if Master had not been a malevolent cultivator but a righteous cultivator, would they have been able to live normal lives like others?

But now...

He only wanted those who deserved to die to perish!

Since the world called him evil, he would show them what true evil was!

At that moment—

At the shattered city gate of Fufeng City, the soldiers had lost their formation under the massive onslaught of demonic beasts, unaware of pain. The entire scene descended into chaos, and amidst the black mist, Chen Qiu, clad in a green robe, held a long sword.

His robe fluttered violently in the wind, and with calm steps, he walked through the fleeing crowd, heading upstream towards the city gate.

Soon...

Chen Qiu slowly came to a halt. Before him were countless demonic beasts that had lost their sanity, their eyes bloodshot red. Behind him were over six thousand demonic beast malevolent spirits, equally insane and hideous.

The entire scene seemed to quiet down instantly.

But soon, the demonic beasts roared and charged towards Chen Qiu with reckless abandon!

"They all like to kneel."

"Then I'll kneel too."

Chen Qiu's face remained calm, without a ripple of emotion. He slowly raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it at the demonic beasts charging towards him, saying softly, "Kneel."

The next moment!

Hundreds of lightning bolts suddenly gathered around the sword, like a thousand thunders, transforming into several lightning serpents that wildly smashed into the demonic beasts! The sky even brightened for an instant.

In almost the blink of an eye, countless demonic beasts perished on the spot, and these dead beasts transformed into ten demonic beast malevolent spirits, only to die again in the same instant, becoming ten more malevolent spirits that joined the battle.

"Qiu's methods are indeed fierce."

Fat Dragon, standing behind, gazed at the hundreds of lightning serpents at the city gate with awe, whispering, "But Wan Yaozi's methods are not bad either. With a Foundation Establishment Apex cultivation, he can control so many demonic beasts."

"And according to you, Wan Yaozi has learned at least three escape techniques. To surpass the speed of ordinary Golden Core cultivators, those escape techniques must be at the great perfection level. But why would someone need to cultivate three escape techniques to such a high level? You also said that Wan Yaozi has several bizarre methods. Does he have the talent and time for that?"

"Moreover, you said that his three escape techniques require the consumption of his lifespan to activate."

"They're all at the Foundation Establishment Stage, but his lifespan seems more durable than mine."

"I'm not sure."

The scholar, sitting cross-legged and floating above the Green Peak longsword, spoke softly, "I've killed him three times, but each time, he manages to reappear not long after."

"I only killed his external bodies or something similar. This person's escape techniques are extremely powerful. Several Golden Core powerhouses pursued Wan Yaozi, but they only managed to severely injure him without slaying him on the spot. Only I have managed to kill Wan Yaozi on the spot three times."

"It was those three times that solidified my reputation as the number one sword cultivator of Great Xia. But each time, I didn't kill Wan Yaozi's true body."

"I've always wanted to kill him completely to make my name truly renowned."

"But this person is incredibly difficult to kill."

"It's a regret of my life."

Fat Dragon, with his arms crossed, sighed, "Killing him three times, it sounds like you were quite powerful back then. The title of Great Xia's number one sword cultivator is quite impressive. Do you have some grudge against him that made you kill him three times?"

"No grudge or hatred."

"If you have no grudge, why did you kill him three times?"

"Malevolent cultivators deserve death!"

"Fair enough."

Fat Dragon suddenly thought of something and turned to look at the scholar sitting cross-legged and floating in the air above the Green Peak, "We're all straightforward people, why not just say it's for fame?"

The scholar remained silent, floating in the air without speaking for a long time before finally saying softly,

"Saying it like that sounds too utilitarian."

"Makes sense."

"Moreover, someone has to uphold justice."

"But if the Heavenly Dao doesn't care, why should we? Maybe the Heavenly Dao doesn't even care at all."

"But this little fish cares, and that little fish cares too."

"Oh, so you know this story too."

"When I was in the capital, a storyteller told it, and I found it interesting, so I remembered it."

"Alright, that makes even more sense."

(End of Chapter)

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