Chapter 83: Differences in the Pill-Condensing Chamber
Chapter 83: Differences in the Pill-Condensing Chamber
"Ah?"
Hong Lei was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that the group of people on the mountain remained unfazed.
So, after these days of surrounding the mountain, had the demon catchers already thoroughly investigated this swordsman's background?
Even Zhang Hengzhou had admitted his identity as a demon.
Then... why hadn't they made a move yet?
This time, not only Shen Yi but even he felt perplexed, and could only look questioningly at the old general in the front.
Chen Qンクン didn't even bat an eyelid, calmly facing Zhang Hengzhou's resentment. In a gentle tone, he said, "To be honest, I once hesitated too, wondering if there truly existed demons who sincerely wanted to integrate into the mortal world. But then I thought about it, and in these hundred years, the number of women by your side has changed—even if it's not five hundred, it's at least three hundred."
"They came to me willingly, drawn by my fame as a swordsman," Zhang Hengzhou panted, his whole body showing signs of strain as his injuries threatened to split open.
"That's not what I meant," Chen Qンクン waved his hand, and sighed, "I just suddenly thought, every time they became pregnant with your child, they were abducted by demons, and nine out of ten disappeared without a trace. A small number were rescued, contributing to your reputation as a romantic swordsman, but they quietly passed away a few years later as well. As mortals carrying the offspring of a dragon demon, what despair must they have felt upon seeing the creature they gave birth to?"
"Whenever it was time to give birth, demons would come to abduct the child, and whenever they got hungry, demons would attack the villagers. Every time, so punctual, spanning hundreds of miles."
"What kind of karma have the demons of Qingzhou accumulated to encounter your family of swordsmen?"
"How many children must the common folk of Linjiang County bear to support a swordsman like you?"
The figure clad in dark, shimmering armor slowly stood up, his voice carrying a chill.
The old man gripped the iron trident, his gaze indifferent as he looked on, "I, Chen Qンクン, am but a sinful man. What virtue or ability do I have to grant you an opportunity?"
Under that cold gaze,
Zhang Hengzhou's face was taut, and he took a few heavy steps backward.
Until a pair of slightly weathered hands rested on his shoulders.
He turned his head to see his master, his breath still heavy, "Master."
The master of the Qingfeng Sect, clad in flowing blue robes and with unkempt hair, looked as if he hadn't slept in a long time. His face was weathered, but he gently patted his disciple's shoulder, "I know you feel wronged, but if he won't give you a chance, I will."
Upon hearing this,
The sword cultivators kneeling quietly on both sides of the altar had a trace of despair in their dejected expressions.
Anger flashed in the eyes of the many Town Demon officers, and a hot-tempered lieutenant immediately stepped forward, his voice sharp, "We've given you so much time, and you're still so deluded! He's a demon, what opportunity do you want to give him?!"
The master of the Qingfeng Sect paid him no heed, standing in front of his disciple and looking at Chen Qンクン.
"Brother Chen."
He suddenly smiled, his expression filled with reminiscence, and there was a hint of entreaty in his voice as he gestured with his hand, "When I first found him, he was only this big."
Another lieutenant sneered, "When he became this big, he was already older than your grandfather!"
The master of the Qingfeng Sect acted as if he hadn't heard, continuing to stare at Chen Qンクン, his mouth moving rapidly as he spoke, "Brother Chen, you know I was born with a deficiency. The Qingfeng Sect is the Zhang family's Qingfeng Sect, and it cannot end with me... Back then, I pulled him out of the river, named him Hengzhou, taught him the sword, urged him to eat, and secretly protected him when he went out to kill demons..."
It seemed like he had a lot more to say.
"But he is a dragon," Chen Kun said calmly.
"But I've already raised him to be like this! I even prepared a sword pool for him to temper himself! I prepared the position of sect master for him!"
"It was that lowly woman who ran off to give birth that turned him into a dragon!"
The weathered face of the master of the Qingfeng Sect suddenly contorted, his voice turning hoarse! Seeing that Chen Qンクン's expression remained unmoved, he abruptly turned around, his unkempt hair giving him the appearance of a raging madman rather than a sect master.
"Disciples of Qingfeng, form the array! Form the array!!"
On the altar, whether they were elders, executives, disciples, or apprentices, all averted their gazes.
"... "
Seeing this, the master of the Qingfeng Sect seemed to have expected it, laughing maniacally as he took out a sword pellet the size of an infant's fist from his bosom.
He withdrew his palm.
The sword pellet actually emitted a soft glow and hovered in mid-air.
"I've said it before, this is the Qingfeng Sect of the Zhang family."
The blood oath taken was not to the Qingfeng Sect, but to the Zhang family! Under everyone's gaze, he suddenly knelt down and kowtowed heavily on the ground, his voice sharp, "Ancestral Sword, bestow punishment!"
As the clean white stone bricks were smashed by his forehead—
The pellet, known as the Ancestral Sword, suddenly buzzed.
Immediately after, someone spat out a mouthful of blood.
"..."
Shen Yi, standing at a distance, found the scene before him somewhat beyond his comprehension.
"Hold them back!"
Hong Lei shouted explosively. The group of disciples, who had been as docile as sheep under their watch, were now driven by some bizarre torment, their hands uncontrollably reaching for the sword hilts at their waists.
The officers rushed forward and restrained them before they could act further.
On the grand altar above, countless swords were unsheathed in a continuous chorus, and only by grasping the hilts could they slightly alleviate the punishment inflicted by their "Patriarch."
Sharp longswords, one after another, slowly aimed at the officers of the Town Demon.
In front of the grand hall, the group of elders sitting cross-legged with closed eyes reluctantly accepted their fate, their robust auras converging towards the front.
"Damn it, even if we're worried about demons escaping amidst them, we shouldn't have let them come up the mountain. What is Old Man Chen thinking?"
Even Hong Lei couldn't help but question the situation.
With such means, the leader of Qingfeng Sect could not have been unaware.
With the combined auras of thousands of disciples, forming the Ten Thousand Sword Demon-Slaying Formation, along with the leader of Qingfeng Sect and two other Nascent Soul elders, their might was formidable.
Invisible sword intents shrouded Chen Qンクン, emanating a perilous cold light.
"With this grand formation, giving Brother Chen half a month's time shouldn't be too much to ask."
The leader of Qingfeng Sect, kneeling on the ground, no longer raging, slowly turned his head and said in a dejected tone, "You should have a place to hide. Leave now."
Zhang Hengzhou's face lit up with ecstatic delight. Before taking off, he glanced at the young man with the black blade at his waist and hesitated no longer, turning and soaring into the sky!
"..."
Shen Yi grabbed the hand of a young disciple whose face was filled with despair. Uncontrollably, the disciple lashed out with his sword, knowing full well the consequences of acting against the officers of the Town Demon.
However, Shen Yi's attention was not on him.
He raised his eyes to the distant figure fleeing in the sky, his heart sinking to the bottom of the valley.
His suspicions were correct; this dragon demon could indeed sense his presence.
And now, the demon was about to escape.
Just then, Chen Qンクン, enveloped by the dazzling sword lights, slowly closed his eyes.
The sect leader watched in astonishment.
The heavy iron trident in his hand seemed to be taken by an invisible force.
His body remained, but the weapon surged forward with overwhelming might.
In that unseen palm, there seemed to be a force that could open up the heavens and the earth, viciously slashing towards Zhang Hengzhou's retreating figure!
"Roar!"
Amidst the sharp dragon's roar, the entire grand altar turned a dark shade. Above the grand hall of Qingfeng Mountain, a nearly hundred-zhang-long evil dragon obscured the sun and moon. Its black and round body struggled fiercely, and the sharp horn on its forehead shone brighter than any divine weapon.
But it only lasted for a moment.
The trident slashed down, spraying demonic blood everywhere, and half of the dragon's body crashed down from the sky.
The ferocious dragon, now only half its original size, fled in panic, its blood and entrails raining down. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.
As the trident returned to his hand, Chen Qンクン reopened his eyes, his calm gaze falling on the sect leader on the ground, "Half a month is too long. I'll give you an incense stick's worth of time to leave some last words."
"You... You broke through?"
"Halfway there."
Chen Qンクン quietly looked at the sword pellet in the air, "Senior, you've made me wait a long time."
It had indeed been a long wait, so long that his bones had almost softened.
"No!"
Seeing that Chen Qンクン was about to close his eyes again, the leader of Qingfeng Sect let out a miserable cry and reached for the sword pellet. But before he could grasp it, the Ancestral Sword trembled and buzzed as it flew into his embrace.
In an instant, the thousands of swords in the hands of the Qingfeng disciples returned to normal, and the dazzling sword lights dissipated in the breath.
"I told you not to panic. Do you really think Old General Chen would harm you?"
Hong Lei released the disciple in his hand and pushed him away in annoyance.
"Tsk! We guarded the mountain to prevent the escape of demons and to force out the Ancestral Sword. Old Man Chen had long anticipated the Qingfeng Sect Leader's revenge. Instead of waiting for him to cause trouble secretly, it's better to cut it off once and for all, and the dragon demon won't be able to escape either..."
Hong Lei turned excitedly, eager to boast to Shen Yi about his experience working under the old man.
Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly froze.
Where did the person go?
This chapter doesn't feature the protagonist; it mainly describes the specific branches of the upcoming realm.
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