Chapter 404
The thunder circled around Lin Bufan, coalescing into a blue spear that shot forth, piercing through the palm of the blood-red hand. The lightning spread along the lines of the hand, devouring Lin Yangtian's strike that he believed was certain to hit.
"Are you Lin Bufan?"
Lin Yangtian surprisingly asked this question, his disbelief evident.
Lin Bufan was taken aback, suddenly understanding the implication of those words—how could you, a traitor of the Da Zai Zai Mo Jiao (Great Freedom Demon Sect), possibly be worthy of wielding the Thunder Technique?
A strange smile crept onto his face as he replied, "Isn't it thanks to you, my lord, for sending me to the Jiu Shan Sect?"
Lin Yangtian's expression stiffened.
"At the Jiu Shan Sect, not only can I learn the Thunder Technique, but I might even learn any other martial arts..."
"…"
Lin Yangtian's face was filled with disbelief.
"I handed my soul imprint to Master Zheng, but he hardly forced me to do anything..."
"…"
Lin Yangtian turned his gaze away from him, looking at the other disciples. Seeing their expressions unchanged, it seemed Lin Bufan was not lying, and he began to waver in his belief.
"Don't believe me? You've seen this celestial formation, right?"
Just moments ago, Lin Yangtian had looked down on him. But now, Lin Bufan, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, was smiling as if he were the one with higher cultivation. He stared at Lin Yangtian, enunciating each word, "Can you learn such secret techniques in the Da Zai Zai Mo Jiao?"
Lin Yangtian's expression cracked little by little.
Of course, he had seen this celestial formation. Just earlier, the Golden Core disciples of the Jiu Shan Sect had used it to crush them utterly. He even knew that this formation could allow Golden Core cultivators to unleash the combat power of Nascent Soul stage.
It was truly astonishing!
An absolute secret technique!
But Lin Bufan...
A traitor!
A former disciple of the demon sect!
How could he also learn such a secret technique?
Yet, looking at the lightning swirling around Lin Bufan and recalling the power of that thunder spear, he found himself compelled to believe.
"Lin Yangtian, my uncle and I risked our lives for you, only to meet a tragic end. I hate you day and night," Lin Bufan said, "But I must also thank you for sending me to the Jiu Shan Sect..."
"…"
After saying this, Lin Yangtian seemed to drift into a daze.
Seeing that Lin Yangtian's defenses had been breached, Lin Bufan wasted no more words. He joined the other disciples in activating the Heavenly Thunder Celestial Formation, vowing to kill Lin Yangtian.
As the two sides clashed, Lin Yangtian's expression grew increasingly desperate—because Lin Bufan was not lying. He had indeed grasped the essence of the celestial formation and was working seamlessly with the disciples of the Jiu Shan Sect.
At that moment, a sudden thunderclap erupted behind him. Turning around, he realized that the previous Golden Core brothers had vanished!
The Golden Core disciples of the Jiu Shan Sect were now closing in on him with predatory intent.
Panic surged within him, and he could no longer fend off Lin Bufan and the others' attacks. Three bolts of heavenly thunder struck down from above, piercing through his entire body, leaving him crumpled on the ground, devoid of any strength to resist.
Lin Bufan slowly approached him.
"You only... relied on others."
Lin Yangtian's eyes were filled with resentment as he spoke haltingly.
Unexpectedly, Lin Bufan replied, "I have someone to rely on. Who do you rely on? Those who fled faster than you?"
Lin Yangtian uttered no more words before his death.
Watching his enemy die before him, Lin Bufan's legs gave way, as if he had walked a great distance and finally reached his destination, feeling utterly drained, he fell backward.
An arm caught him. Turning his head, he saw a disciple of the Jiu Shan Sect supporting him, smiling at him.
He felt a surge of newfound strength within him.
Sister Zhang and the others flew in from the valley, holding the previously escaped Golden Core disciples in their grasp.
Lin Bufan sensed Sister Zhang's gaze upon him, seemingly filled with satisfaction.
What puzzled him even more was that the outer sect's Nascent Soul cultivators also seemed to be looking at him, their eyes filled with deep contemplation.
...
"Why do I feel like these people are taking things so seriously?"
Elder Yuan looked at the departing Nascent Soul cultivators, frowning in confusion.
Zheng Fa recalled Sister Zhang's earlier words and immediately understood the reason:
First, the celestial formation had indeed shown them its effectiveness.
Second...
A figure of a master wielding authority flashed in his mind:
If I give a traitor a million, won't those loyal to me be worth billions?
(End of this chapter)
**Chapter 340: The Justice Messenger, the Rakshasa Blocks the Path!**
By the blood pool, Zheng Fa stood beside Sister Zhang, gazing at the pale figures amidst the black and red, rendered speechless.
Compared to other cultivators who had practiced for hundreds or even thousands of years, he had only been on the path for four or five years, and this scene weighed heavier on him than on others.
"What is the purpose of this blood pool?"
He turned to the four captives beside him—three men and one woman, all Golden Core cultivators of the Da Zai Zai Mo Jiao, who had abandoned Lin Yangtian and fled, only to be captured by Sister Zhang and the others.
"To refine treasures."
The female captive answered honestly. Those from the Da Zai Zai Mo Jiao looked quite normal, as long as they didn't use their techniques, they were no different from ordinary cultivators.
But this woman was different—she was stunningly beautiful.
Her slender waist made one wonder if it could support her ample bosom.
Looking up, one could see her delicate collarbone and a face that was heart-wrenchingly lovely.
At that moment, she did not look at Zheng Fa but lowered her head, frowning, her eyes glistening as if on the verge of tears, filled with guilt for the lives lost in the blood pool.
"The elders want us to use mortals here to refine Blood Fiend Silk with the earth fire..."
"I... although I am a disciple of the Holy Sect, I was born of mortal parents, and thus I am very unwilling."
"But our Holy Sect... does not allow us to defy the elders' orders."
Her voice was sorrowful and plaintive, evoking sympathy.
Among the surrounding disciples, many of the men showed expressions of compassion.
Zheng Fa glanced at her, then at the other three male captives, noticing they seemed at a loss for words—no, they were also softening at this moment.
He asked the woman, "What is Blood Fiend Silk?"
The woman took out a roll of red silk from her storage bag. In the sunlight, the silk became transparent and glimmered like the most precious ruby.
Sister Zhang reached out, and the roll of silk fell into her hand. After inspecting it and finding nothing amiss, she handed it to Zheng Fa.
Before he even touched the Blood Fiend Silk, Zheng Fa heard countless wails echoing in his ears, as if countless people were cursing, begging for mercy, screaming, and weeping.
Frowning, Zheng Fa looked at the female disciple and pressed, "How is Blood Fiend Silk made?"
"Ten thousand mortals, from birth to death, their resentment and blood essence can be gathered to refine a single strand of Blood Fiend Silk."
"One hundred strands of Blood Fiend Silk can be twisted into a single thread."
"Only then can a Blood Fiend Banner be made."
Zheng Fa felt the Blood Fiend Silk in his hand grow heavier.
"How many blood pools are there?"
"There are five in Chen Yang, but I do not know about the others."
"Where are they?"
The woman cooperated fully, honestly revealing the locations of the five blood pools.
"Where are the Nascent Soul cultivators of your Da Zai Zai Mo Jiao?"
"In Chen Yang, there are three Nascent Soul elders responsible, but I do not know their whereabouts... As for the Transformation Stage, I have never had the fortune to see them."
Zheng Fa nodded, looking at the blood pool, seemingly deep in thought.
Then he heard the woman say, "I come from the Holy Sect, burdened with deep sins, only seeking death..."
Upon hearing this, many felt a surge of sympathy for her—being in a demon sect, one was not in control of their own fate. This woman, being so beautiful, was probably not at fault...
"That won't be necessary..."
Zheng Fa spoke up.
The woman suddenly looked up at Zheng Fa, her eyes brimming with tears, her face lighting up as if she had seen a savior, evoking even more pity.
But she did not see Zheng Fa; instead, she first noticed a pen, a pen imbued with immense spiritual power, rushing toward her with the force of wind and thunder—the Flying Immortal Pen!
Seemingly not wanting to touch her, the Flying Immortal Pen halted three inches from her face, and its tip sprouted a golden spiritual talisman.
The woman's face turned pale, and she transformed into a streak of light, attempting to escape, completely forgetting her earlier desire for death.
But the talisman was faster; it scattered into five flames of spirit, circling around her. In an instant, her enchanting figure and pure face turned to ashes.
"Senior Sister..."
Zheng Fa grinned at Sister Zhang, finally understanding why she had been so harsh.
She acted without a word, striking with lethal intent!
Didn’t he notice the pained expressions on many of the male disciples' faces?
"Are you feeling sorry for her too?" Sister Zhang fixed her gaze on him, a smile playing on her lips, asking, "Isn't her charm just a mere trick? Can't you see through it?"
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