Zhuoxin Temple, one of the top three demonic sects on the Central Continent.
Though it had kept a low profile for nearly a century, as if hidden from the world,
no one present could have imagined
that the esteemed Saint Son of Tianshu Mountain was actually an infiltrator from Zhuoxin Temple.
If not witnessed firsthand, none would believe it.
After all, the title of Saint Son in a sacred land carried immense prestige.
They were valued by their sect leaders and revered by thousands.
Even after stepping down, they could at least become one of the highest-ranking elders of the sacred land.
They might even aspire to the position of sect leader someday.
With such privileged resources,
why would Zhou Qifan work for Zhuoxin Temple?
This was something Tianshu Mountain’s Saint Daughter, Zeng Ling, couldn’t comprehend.
How could her gentle, understanding senior brother—the Saint Son—possibly be a demonic infiltrator?
In disbelief, Zeng Ling took a hesitant step forward,
murmuring, “Senior brother, you...”
Before she could finish,
Zhou Qifan struck her heart with a single blow.
Zeng Ling died instantly.
And Zhou Qifan’s face still bore a smile.
He then cupped his hands respectfully to Lin Fengyuan, saying, “Senior Lin, here are the Saint Son Ye Yu and Saint Daughter Yun Roumu of Qingyun Sect. After taking care of them,
we can leave Demon Suppression Mountain.
My sect leader awaits outside, ready to assist.”
Lin Fengyuan turned his gaze to Ye Yu and Yun Roumu,
remaining silent.
Yun Roumu summoned a spirit sword, positioning herself in front of Ye Yu.
“Junior brother, I know your strength surpasses mine.
But against Lin Fengyuan, we have no chance.
You go; I’ll stay behind.
If possible, don’t forget me in the future.
I truly like you!”
Her voice was filled with resolve.
Swiftly, she attached several Instant Movement Talismans to Ye Yu,
preparing to send him away.
Ye Yu could see
that Yun Roumu had resigned herself to death.
This foolish girl was too naïve.
Once a high-level Ascension Realm cultivator locks onto a target, how could you possibly activate an Instant Movement Talisman successfully?
Before you can even channel your energy,
the surrounding sword aura would shred the talisman to pieces.
To an advanced cultivator, Instant Movement Talismans were useless.
Yet, he couldn’t deny feeling deeply moved.
Yun Roumu’s love was always so fierce and genuine.
So,
Ye Yu lifted his hand and knocked Yun Roumu out on the spot,
tearing off the talismans she had attached to him.
He had considered it carefully.
With his current Tribulation Realm early-stage power,
facing Lin Fengyuan, a mid-Ascension Realm cultivator, was not necessarily hopeless.
Victory wasn’t assured,
but if he played all his cards,
he might not lose too badly.
Ye Yu wanted to try.
But there were certain things he didn’t want Yun Roumu to see.
So, other than knocking her out, there was no other choice.
However,
Ye Yu’s actions left Lin Fengyuan and Zhou Qifan utterly dumbfounded.
It was clear they didn’t understand what Ye Yu intended to do.
Was he planning to sacrifice his ally to prove his loyalty?
Had his betrayal really come that quickly?
Ye Yu extended his right hand, gripping the air.
The enormous Soul Summoning Banner appeared, vibrating with lethal energy.
Instantly,
the temperature inside Demon Suppression Mountain plummeted, as countless specters surged forth, their chilling wails sending shivers down the spine.
As the script on the banner glowed,
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pale blue souls began to coalesce from the bodies of the fallen Saint Sons and Saint Daughters below.
They slowly rose,
only to be pulled in by the banner’s overwhelming force.
In mere seconds,
when they reemerged from the banner,
their eyes were crimson, and their bodies had solidified,
lining up respectfully beside Ye Yu along with the other specters.
At this moment,
Ye Yu appeared far more like a demonic cultivator than Lin Fengyuan.
Zhou Qifan felt his mind struggling to process.
No way! Could it be?
The Saint Son of Qingyun Sect was also an infiltrator from the demonic path?
Was this a stroke of luck, or a sign of doom for the righteous sects?
Ye Yu ignored Zhou Qifan’s astonished gaze.
To him,
a mere Nascent Soul cultivator had no place in this battle.
Once the fight began,
the specters from the Soul Summoning Banner could devour him completely.
The only real threat to Ye Yu was Lin Fengyuan!
Just as he prepared to launch his attack,
he noticed the surrounding sword aura suddenly converge,
then dissipate.
What was happening?
Lin Fengyuan clasped his hands behind his back,
his voice a raspy whisper. “It seems, even after thirty thousand years,
your Ye family hasn’t forgotten its promise.
Very well.
Let’s go.”
Hearing this,
Ye Yu was completely stunned.
What did he mean?
The Ye family?
What promise?
Lin Fengyuan offered no further explanation.
Without a word, he transformed into a streak of sword light and exited Demon Suppression Mountain.
Zhou Qifan frowned slightly.
From their conversation,
he deduced
that Ye Yu was also part of the demonic path and that the Ye family’s ancestor had some kind of agreement with Lin Fengyuan.
Their connection seemed far deeper than his own sect’s.
His smile grew even broader.
“Well, that was truly rude of me.
I didn’t realize we were still allies.
Let’s stay in touch more often in the future!”
With those words,
Zhou Qifan followed Lin Fengyuan out of Demon Suppression Mountain,
leaving Ye Yu standing there,
dazed in the chilly breeze.
What just happened?
At the summit of Demon Suppression Mountain,
the leaders of the five sacred lands had just arrived.
Before they could stabilize themselves,
they saw Lin Fengyuan preparing to leave as a streak of sword light.
In response,
Tang Shaojin, the leader of Tianshu Mountain, quickly formed a Dao seal with his hands.
Instantly,
a colossal mountain materialized,
anchoring itself solidly in place.
Atop it
stood two ethereal golden figures clad in armor,
each wielding a magical weapon, their gazes fierce and imposing.
Clearly,
Tang Shaojin intended to use this to force Lin Fengyuan back.
The other sacred land leaders didn’t remain idle.
If Lin Fengyuan escaped, he would be a scourge in the future.
Now that the seal was broken,
there was no turning back.
Luo Ze and Ning Ruyu, the leader of Xiaoyao Palace, combined their divine powers to fortify the mountain.
Their efforts transformed the mountain into a mystical stronghold, radiant under the starlit night, resounding with sacred chants.
The force was so powerful
that even the surrounding space appeared to warp.
But,
in the face of absolute strength, all of it was meaningless.
With a mere thought,
a fiery red sword materialized before Lin Fengyuan.
He gripped it with one hand and thrust forward.
The mystical mountain shattered instantly.
The radiance that had gathered burst like a fleeting blossom, disappearing in an instant.
The golden figures crumbled to dust under the sword aura.
One slash to vanquish all techniques!
Luo Ze, Ning Ruyu, and the others suffered a severe backlash from their magic.
They were thrown back, their faces pale as paper.
Tang Shaojin even spat out a mouthful of blood.
Standing with his sword, Lin Fengyuan was a true manifestation of a demon god.
He looked at Luo Ze and the others, ready to strike again,
when he suddenly shuddered.
Behind his mask, his beautiful face paled with pain.