"You want to obtain the treasures left behind by the founder of the sect so that you can wreak havoc on the world?"
You devil, let me tell you, don't even think about it!
Even if it costs me my life, I will never tell you where that thing is!
The white-bearded old man, his face filled with grief and indignation, shouted sternly.
"Little Jianwen, why are you doing this?"
The disheveled figure sighed, "You can't use that thing anyway, so why cling to it?"
"Although I cannot use that treasure, I absolutely cannot let it fall into the hands of you, you demon, and harm the common people."
Otherwise, how could I possibly face the patriarchs of past generations in the afterlife?
The white-bearded old man remained uncompromising.
"If everyone in the Qingyun Sword Pavilion were to die and their lineage to be severed, would you still have the face to face your worthless ancestors?"
The disheveled figure, seeing the white-bearded old man so stubborn, finally lost patience.
With a casual grab, he pulled a young disciple next to him away.
The disciple cried out in terror, "Master, save me! Save me!"
The disheveled figure did not stop the young disciple from shouting, but instead looked at the white-bearded old man.
"Little Jianwen, I remember this little guy was your last disciple not long ago, right? Can you really bear to see him turn into a human skin like the people under my feet?"
"You monster, you are utterly depraved and inhuman!"
When the white-bearded old man saw his beloved disciple being taken away, he couldn't help but curse angrily.
"That's more like it." The disheveled figure revealed a cruel smile. "Little Jianwen, if you don't want me to drain his life essence and turn him into human skin, then tell me right now where that thing is!"
Seeing his beloved disciple struggling in the devil's hands, tears streaming down his face, the white-bearded old man's face showed pain.
"It seems that you are really heartless, Xiao Jianwen. For the sake of your own sense of justice, you are not even willing to save your disciple whom you love like your own child."
The disheveled figure revealed a fierce glint in his eyes. Without another word, he channeled his energy into his hand, and blood immediately appeared on the young disciple's head.
Being subjected to having one's blood and marrow extracted while still alive, and having one's essence drained, is obviously an extremely painful experience.
The young disciple immediately let out an extremely shrill scream.
It was as if a demon had reappeared, eerily unsettling.
"Stop! I'll talk! I'll talk!"
The white-bearded old man, unable to bear watching his beloved disciple die tragically before his eyes, cried out in despair.
"Now you can finally speak, little swordsman."
The disheveled figure, a smug look on his face, released the young disciple, letting him fall to the ground.
However, in just a short while, the young disciple's face had turned ashen, and his hair had become somewhat dry.
In just a few breaths, he looked as if he had aged ten years.
Seeing this, the white-bearded old man felt even more pain in his heart, and regretted not having made a decision sooner.
"Little Jianwen, tell me, where is that thing?"
The disheveled figure spoke calmly.
"Junior Uncle wants to know the location of that treasure? Fine, but I have one condition," the white-bearded old man said weakly.
You want me to let these good-for-nothings go?
With his disheveled hair, he instantly discerned the other person's thoughts.
“That’s right. If you release them, I will tell you, Junior Uncle, where the treasure is hidden.”
Otherwise, even if you kill us all, you'll never get that treasure!
Seeing the resolute look in the white-bearded old man's eyes, the disheveled figure knew that what the other man said was true.
He knew the old man with the white beard's temperament very well.
If he continues to pressure him, this old guy will probably really be more willing to die than submit, and there will be no room for compromise.
"Fine, these few good-for-nothings are useless to me anyway."
I feel that absorbing their essence and blood would taint my cultivation.
With a wave of his hand, the disheveled figure unleashed a burst of black energy that severed the ropes binding the remaining individuals.
"Get out of here, all of you."
"metropolitan!"
The group of people who had been freed from their restraints all looked at the white-bearded old man.
The white-bearded old man closed his eyes: "Go, the situation is hopeless. If you leave, at least you can leave behind some of the legacy for our Sword Pavilion."
The group of people trembled and knelt down, kowtowing three times to the white-bearded old man.
Then, supporting each other, they carried the young disciple who had fallen to the ground and staggered towards the mountain gate.
They were both seriously injured in their previous fight with the disheveled old man and could only walk with difficulty.
After the group slowly disappeared outside the mountain gate, the disheveled figure turned back and said, "Little Jianwen, I've released the person. Now can you tell me where that thing is?"
"Junior Uncle is joking. With your supernatural powers, you can catch up with them in the blink of an eye after they've gone this far. How could your junior nephew dare to take the risk?"
"Alright, after half an hour, when Jianming and the others are truly safe, I'll tell you where the item is."
The white-bearded old man remained expressionless.
"Little Jianwen, so in your heart I am such a fickle and untrustworthy person?"
The disheveled figure sighed.
The white-bearded old man remained silent, his expression cold and stern.
But his attitude said it all.
The disheveled figure's gaze turned cold upon seeing this: "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 training ground fell silent.
The flickering torches, coupled with the terrifying aura of the disheveled figure and the human skins scattered on the ground, created an incredibly horrifying and eerie scene.
Elder You lay prostrate on the mountain gate of Qingyun Sword Pavilion, carefully concealing his aura and daring not to make the slightest movement.
The extraordinary treasure in his arms emitted a wisp of energy, covering his body.
This allows it to blend completely with its surroundings.
The disheveled figure below didn't seem to have a very high cultivation level, but he gave off a very dangerous feeling.
In addition, there was the terrifying and bizarre demonic art that the other party had previously used.
This made him extremely cautious, even though he possessed extraordinary treasures.
As expected, the original poster's estimate was correct.
As the world changes and spiritual energy revives, not only are there chosen ones with destiny, but also peerless geniuses born with destiny.
Many demons and monsters also emerged, stirring up trouble.
This strange demon should be that kind of being.
Time passed slowly, and the agreed-upon half hour was drawing ever closer.
The atmosphere in the training ground became increasingly oppressive.
Finally, the disheveled figure spoke, "Half an hour has passed, Little Swordsman, tell me, where is the item?"
"Yes, half an hour really flies."
The white-bearded old man said in a mysterious tone, "Junior Uncle, do you think I'll tell you where that thing is?"
"You dare lie to me?!"
The disheveled figure opened his eyes wide, and a terrifying aura suddenly emanated from his body.
"Little Jianwen, as the head of a sect, you have broken your promise. How can you face your ancestors?"
“I committed a great sin by listening to your slander and releasing you.”
What does it matter if I'm branded as untrustworthy now?
But don't even think about taking my Sword Pavilion's ancestral treasure to wreak havoc on the world!
"Good, very good!"
The disheveled figure laughed in exasperation, reached out and grabbed the white-bearded old man's body, pulling it into his palm and pinching his head.
"Little Jianwen, you asked for this, so don't blame me. I'll let you taste the effects of the Soul Refining Technique!"
As he spoke, black energy appeared in his hand, transforming into small snakes that burrowed into the white-bearded old man's head.
The small black snake seemed to contain some terrifying meaning. As soon as it burrowed into the white-bearded old man's head, even with the composure of this sect leader, he could hardly bear it and immediately let out a horrifying scream.
It seemed to be enduring unimaginable pain, causing it to scream uncontrollably.
"How was it? My Soul Refining Technique, not too pleasant, right, Little Swordsman? If you tell me where the item is, I'll give you a quick death!"
The voice of the disheveled figure possessed a certain magic, and even under these circumstances, it still clearly entered the mind of the white-bearded old man.
"Don't even think about it. Even if my soul is scattered, I... I won't tell you..."
The white-bearded old man gritted his teeth, as if the words were uttered from the depths of hell.
"Hmph, you're asking for death!"
The disheveled figure witnessed this moment, but the other party was still unwilling to speak, and a ruthless look appeared in his eyes.
Without holding back any longer, the black energy in his hand surged, completely enveloping the white-bearded old man's head.
"ah!!!"
The white-bearded old man let out another terrifying scream, his body twisting and trembling, a sight that was truly horrifying.
Even though he was tormented by unimaginable pain, the white-bearded old man did not beg for mercy, nor did he reveal any intention of possessing the treasure.
Finally, under the ravages of the black energy, the white-bearded old man's body gradually stopped twisting, and his life force slowly dissipated.
He was tortured to death.
"He was in so much pain that he was losing his soul, but he didn't even want to say anything. Little Jianwen, you're something else!"
That old codger once praised your strong will, and he wasn't wrong about you.
Looking at the white-bearded old man lying limp on the ground, lifeless, the disheveled figure could only accept the outcome, no matter how unhappy he was.
"However, I don't believe you can really hide that thing so well."
"I'll burn this dilapidated Sword Pavilion down and see if it ever reappears!"
The disheveled figure would absolutely not give up so easily.
That thing was just an ordinary object to him before his reincarnation.
But for him, who is now penniless, it is extremely important.
Therefore, he must obtain it.
Having said that, the disheveled figure no longer hesitated and immediately began setting fires everywhere, since that thing was not afraid of being burned anyway.
The raging flames gradually engulfed the entire Qingyun Sword Pavilion.
The disheveled figure stood in the center of the training ground, eyes closed, sensing the movements of the entire Qingyun Sword Pavilion.
That object contained a trace of spirituality; as long as it revealed even the slightest aura, it would not escape his perception.
The disheveled figure strained to sense the flames, but it wasn't until the fire was almost extinguished that the problem was resolved.
He still couldn't sense the aura he was trying to detect.
"Damn it, where did that old guy hide it?!"
Finally, the disheveled figure, enraged, kicked the white-bearded old man's corpse into the flames.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his aura was extremely violent, as if he was about to explode completely at any moment.
But in the end, he suppressed the murderous intent in his heart and did not unleash it.
His aura even inexplicably weakened and quickly returned to normal.
"Cough cough, damned brat, I'll avenge that stab you that day sooner or later!"
The disheveled figure coughed twice and said fiercely.
That day in the Holy City, he was injured by Lu Qing's sword energy, forcing him to use the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique to barely escape.
Not only was his vital energy severely depleted, but more importantly, Lu Qing had just survived his tribulation and still had remnants of lightning within his body.
This caused the sword energy to contain a trace of calamity energy.
For a demonic cultivator with disheveled hair, the aura of lightning tribulation is something they despise most.
So even though so much time has passed, he has devoured the essence and blood of many people along the way after leaving Zhongzhou.
However, he was never able to fully recover from his injuries.
This is one of the reasons why he was determined to get his hands on the item.
If he can refine that object, he will not only be able to fully recover from his injuries, but also reach a higher level and initially condense the foundation of his demonic body.
Unfortunately, this plan was destined to come to nothing.
Looking at the Qingyun Sword Pavilion, which was burned to the ground, the disheveled figure prepared to leave.
He also realized that even after setting the fire, he still couldn't find that thing.
Clearly, that thing must have been moved out by that old bastard Jianwen beforehand.
No wonder he insisted on letting those people leave earlier; the item was very likely on them!
Upon realizing this, the disheveled figure suddenly understood that he had probably been tricked by Jian Wen.
He actually handed the item over right in front of me!
"However, Little Jianwen, do you think you're the only one who's scheming? I've already imprinted demonic energy marks on those people beforehand."
"Even if it's just a half-hour run, I'll find them no matter where they are in the world!"
The disheveled figure spoke softly towards the location of the white-bearded old man's corpse.
Then he strode out and walked away without looking back.
After being tricked by the white-bearded old man, he decided that he would not only retrieve that item, but also...
He also wanted to wipe out the Qingyun Sword Pavilion completely, severing the sect's lineage!
The disheveled figure emerged from the mountain gate and immediately used his movement technique to rush down the mountain.
The Azure Cloud Sword Pavilion fell silent once again.
Only the still-burning flame crackled and popped.
It wasn't until much later that a black figure slowly climbed down from the mountain gate of Qingyun Sword Pavilion.
Elder You looked at the completely burned-down Qingyun Sword Pavilion before him, a hint of regret in his eyes.
He also knew something about the Qingyun Sword Pavilion sect.
This is also an ancient sect that has existed for thousands of years.
According to information passed down from their ancestors, this sect even participated in the operation to annihilate their Wujianlou sect.
Unexpectedly, they were easily destroyed by a mysterious and terrifying being.
"Who exactly is that person? He possesses demonic powers, which are strange and terrifying. He is even more frightening than the legendary demonic cultivators."
Elder You still felt a chill run down his spine when he recalled the scene he had witnessed earlier.
He had never seen such a demonic technique in his ancestors' records: the ability to directly absorb the bone marrow and essence of others to strengthen oneself.
However, at that moment, a sinister voice suddenly rang out not far away.
"No wonder I always felt something was wrong; it turns out there really were some rats hiding in the shadows."
Upon hearing this, Elder You immediately shuddered.
A chill ran through me, rising from the depths of my heart and reaching the top of my head.
