Chapter 582: Chapter 364: Nurturing Ten Thousand Spirits
"Let’s all go at once, kill him and then take out a few more Yang family disciples!"
Li Tianming shouted. Given the strength Wei Fan had shown earlier, if he unleashed that terrifying Great Tripod again, neither of them might be able to handle Wei Fan alone.
Because the power of the Martial Saint is also time-limited; they cannot remain this strong forever.
Their combined strength struck the sky, like two bolts of thunder tearing through the void, this time they took the initiative to attack Wei Fan.
"Can’t you fight properly? Do you have to force me to use my ultimate move?"
Hearing that Li Tianming and Sun Wu wanted to kill Yang family members, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
With a flip of his wrist, the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle appeared in his hand.
He didn’t use the Profound Yellow Tripod, which, although not much weaker than a Holy Soldier, was still not a Holy Soldier. It could handle general Martial Kings, but at the moment Li Tianming and Sun Wu had Holy Might on them, and it would be bad if it got damaged.
Not to mention destroying the Profound Yellow Tripod, even losing some divinity, or damaging some Dao Marks would be a loss.
It’s not like there aren’t other things to use, there’s no need to risk his most treasured Divine Soldier.
As for the newly deduced Ten Thousand Spirits Bell, Li Tianming and Sun Wu were not worthy to die under it.
As power infused into it, the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle began to awaken, its terrifying Holy Soldier waves were daunting, as if to crush the sky, all the Essence Qi that originally rushed to Li Tianming and Sun Wu was now being drawn to the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle.
"Boom!"
An intangible, terrifying ripple clashed, tiny cracks appeared in the void between the three.
Through cultivating the Scripture of the Three Emperors plus now reaching the Martial King Seventh Layer, although wielding a Holy Soldier was still laborious, the power unleashed was stronger than before.
"How does he have the imitation of a Saint-level Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle?"
Li Tianming and Sun Wu’s eyes nearly popped out, their souls shattered.
They had merely consumed a drop of Holy Power extracted by their Martial Saint from himself, but what Wei Fan wielded was a weapon refined by a Demon Saint over a lifetime, there was no comparison.
Zilan Sect had given instructions about Wei Fan, but not that the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle was with Wei Fan, they thought it belonged to Feng Hua.
However, from what’s happening, it’s clear the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle is actually Wei Fan’s, he merely lent it to Feng Hua.
"Run quickly!"
Sun Wu screamed, but the moment the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle appeared, he knew there was no chance of killing Wei Fan today; if they delayed, even they would meet their end here.
The cost of using Holy Power and wielding a Holy Soldier is different, and so is the might.
As disciples of the Holy Sect, they knew too well about a Holy Soldier’s might, even if they didn’t, their senses told them Wei Fan could wipe them out instantly.
"Can you escape?"
Wei Fan controlled the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle with a sweeping motion, the terrifying ripple instantly caught up to them, Li Tianming and Sun Wu didn’t even have time to scream, vaporized on the spot, leaving no trace behind.
Even their top-level Martial King Divine Soldiers turned to ash, not a speck remaining.
The Martial Saints are extraordinary, and although the Beiding Continent is full of Martial Kings, only a few are Martial Saints, showing how rare they are.
Even Wei Fan was stunned by the spectacle, even with his current strength, at most he could leave some fist seals on a top-level Martial King Divine Soldier, not destroy it in a single blow, let alone turn it into ash.
Cutting off the power infusion, the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle’s ripples calmed down.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Wei Fan was surprised, as the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell inside him emitted a slight resonance, a ripple only he could feel was radiating outward, sweeping over the spot where Li Tianming and Sun Wu were obliterated.
There seemed like nothing was there initially, but after this wave swept over, it was as if something began to coalesce, then flowed into him along the ripple from the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell.
In the next moment, a glint of essence flashed in Wei Fan’s eyes, and two vague human shadows appeared on the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell’s surface.
Though indistinct, a closer look revealed these two shadows were indeed the just-slain Li Tianming and Sun Wu.
"Is this nourishing the Ten Thousand Spirits?"
Or enslaving them?
With the shadows of Li Tianming and Sun Wu now on the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell, the Tiger Soul and Dragon Soul were emitting joy, moving around the bell’s surface, and the Three-legged Golden Crow fluttered its wings, flying above the two’s heads.
The two were in a kneeling position, seemingly worshipping an unknown entity.
"Are they the real Li Tianming and Sun Wu, or just traces of their existence in the world absorbed by the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell?"
Wei Fan’s heart was shaken, the wonders wrought by the Golden Bell Shield had grown more marvelous. Li Tianming and Sun Wu had indeed been turned to dust by the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle, none of them left, but the wondrous Ten Thousand Spirits Bell seemed to forcibly gather their existence imprint from the world, drawing it into the bell.
"The Ten Thousand Spirits Bell has grown stronger, become more spiritual!"
Wei Fan also sensed a change in the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell; with Li Tianming and Sun Wu’s shadows now present, it felt more alive to him, more sacred, a slight vitality seemed to appear on the desolate land.
He released his Heart Spirit to attach to the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell, attempting to communicate with the shadows of Li Tianming and Sun Wu, but received no feedback. The intelligence of the two was not even comparable to the Tiger Soul and Dragon Soul, they just stood there reverently.
"It’s good that it’s not their true selves!"
Wei Fan sighed in relief, fearing that if the shadows of Li Tianming and Sun Wu on the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell had intelligence, it would be hard to determine if they were real or evil spirits.
The people on the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell had the likeness of Li Tianming and Sun Wu, but were clearly just empty shells, merely imprints.
As for nurturing the myriad spirits, more observation was necessary.
"Looks like I need to kill more demon fiends!"
With the imprints of Li Tianming and Sun Wu appearing on the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell, the change was already palpable.
"What are you thinking about?"
Feng Hua flew over, seeing that Wei Fan had remained in place after killing Li Tianming and Sun Wu.
Wei Fan snapped back to reality: "I want to send Zhi Hua to the wilderness!"
Zhi Hua was clearly implicated by him, and staying together wasn’t suitable. The Yang Family’s strength was too weak to continue getting involved with him.
Today it was Fire Cloud Cave; tomorrow it might be an even stronger force.
Even without his involvement, with his and Feng Hua’s cultivation increasing, Zhi Hua would not gain much from just accumulating merits by following them.
As friends, it was better to send Zhi Hua to the wilderness where, in the underground tomb-like existence suspected to be Qi Daozhen’s mausoleum, he slew a group of Demon Kings, acquiring numerous secret treasures to traverse the Dao Collapse Barrier, sending some to Feng Hua wasn’t an issue.
Moreover, he had been away from the wilderness for nearly two months; those old friends might think he perished in the mausoleum, and someone needed to report his safety.
Other people aside, Huo Tianzheng, Long Xueyi, and Ji Qingyue would surely be worried about him.
"That’s a good idea!" Feng Hua nodded, also feeling that Zhi Hua shouldn’t stay with them, not out of concern of dividing the merits, but for Zhi Hua’s sake.
The two quickly returned to Yun Jin City to inform Zhi Hua of Wei Fan’s plan.
Though she felt a bit disheartened, she understood the stakes involved, realizing that the benefits of staying with Wei Fan and Feng Hua were far less than entering the wilderness. Otherwise, why would Martial Saints and Saints from Beiding Continent flock to the wilderness?
"It seems the Three White Horse Heroes must disband on the spot!"
She was a bold person and quickly put such thoughts behind her.
Wei Fan took out the secret treasure to cross the Dao Collapse Barrier, handed it to Zhi Hua, along with a letter he personally wrote, and the Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill.
The Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill had its lineage broken at the Martial King Realm; it was of no use to him now. With changes coming to the wilderness, he naturally wanted to lend a hand to Long Xueyi and these old friends, even giving Zhi Hua the Guangling Martial Arts Manual, which he no longer needed. He also entrusted some Martial King Divine Soldiers to her to take to Long Xueyi and others.
These items merely occupied space in his Storage Gourd but would be very useful to Long Xueyi and others.
Though he wasn’t aiming to cultivate his own power, supporting some friends would be beneficial for the future, if not to defeat enemies, then at least to gather intelligence.
Few people across the Five Great Domains could be trusted, but those who grew with him in the wilderness posed no immediate moral issues.
After arranging these things, Wei Fan and Feng Hua bid farewell, leaving Yun Jin City to head to the nearest Transmission Domain Gate.
Five days later, they appeared at the Demon Hunter Sub-Hall in Celestial Star City, seeking the place responsible for merit exchange.
It was a closed room designed to prevent others from hearing missions that could have significant impacts, and the Demon Hunter Organization took great care in maintaining confidentiality.
They first submitted the task from Ghost Mountain City. The person initially doing the registration and merit verification had a normal demeanor, but upon witnessing Wei Fan produce the corpse of the Qilin Ape Race Saint Son Yuan Jie, he finally lost his composure, rushing out from behind the counter.
"How could you possibly have killed Yuan Jie..." The person had a skeptical look.
Although Feng Hua had previously warned the organization about Yuan Jie’s death, evidently not every member of the Demon Hunter Organization was aware.
It was no wonder this person doubted their ability to kill Yuan Jie; no one in Beiding Continent had accomplished such a feat—slaying a Demon Fiend Saint Son—in decades, especially with Feng Hua and Wei Fan in disguise, suspicion was natural.
"You can summon someone more powerful to verify if this is Yuan Jie!"
Feng Hua sneered.
"Wait here!"
Upon hearing this, the person quickly reacted, eagerly opening a secret door to call for someone. For figures like Saint Sons, the Demon Hunter Organization had specific identification methods, but he wasn’t qualified to wield such power.
Shortly after, the elder Zhou Shen, whom they had met before, appeared with his hands behind his back.
"You may leave now; I’ll take charge here!"
He waved his hand, and the previous person closed the secret door and departed.
"Reveal your true forms. Tsk, tsk... you two little fellows truly exceeded expectations, actually slaying the heart and soul of that old ape. If he returns and learns of this, there will surely be a bloody pursuit."
He clearly recognized Wei Fan and Feng Hua, as Feng Hua had once contacted him to report Yuan Jie’s death.
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