Chapter 306 - 204: Slaying Sunx Yu
Wei Tu remembered Sun Yu well.
Fifteen years ago, it was Sun Yu who had led the Immortal Sect Law Enforcement Team to take him from the Xiaya Mei Family and issue him a Recruitment Order.
If it had only been that—strictly official business—Wei Tu wouldn’t have held a grudge against him.
But Sun Yu had gone beyond his duties, taunting and mocking him.
Furthermore, Sun Yu had used his position as a pretext to bully and extort the Xiaya Mei Family, draining them of much of their resources.
’I’ll watch first and see if a good opportunity to strike presents itself.’ Harboring this old resentment, Wei Tu was in no hurry to leave. His eyes flickered as he used the Seven-Colored Illusion Moth to observe the battle ahead.
It was a testament to Wei Tu’s skill and daring. He possessed several powerful Magical Artifacts and was a Dharma and Body Dual Cultivator, confident he could escape unscathed even if Sun Yu’s group discovered him.
At this moment, in a valley several miles away from Wei Tu...
The battle was growing tense.
Sun Yu commanded a shimmering silver Crescent Blade, facing off against the Demonic Cultivators from a distance.
For a time, neither side could gain the upper hand.
Just then, the situation suddenly changed.
A withered dwarf among the Demonic Cultivators suddenly produced a silver Treasure Pearl the size of an egg. He sneered and began chanting at it.
Instantly, several streams of sinister, blood-red wind erupted from the silver Treasure Pearl, sweeping toward Sun Yu and the other Righteous Cultivators.
The sinister wind was incredibly potent. Just as a few Righteous Cultivators tried to block it, they were frozen solid into blood-colored ice sculptures.
After killing the cultivators, the wind lost none of its momentum and continued toward Sun Yu and the others, as if it wouldn’t stop until all the remaining Righteous Cultivators were dead.
"The Ten Thousand Blood Demon Wind?" Sun Yu recognized the origin of the blood-red wind, his face filled with shock and disbelief.
However, Sun Yu wasn’t so frightened by the "Ten Thousand Blood Demon Wind" that he was rooted to the spot.
The moment the Ten Thousand Blood Demon Wind swept toward him, he narrowly managed to fly to the other side of the valley, dodging the attack.
"You’re actually carrying a sliver of the Earth Yin Elder Demon’s Magical Power? How is that possible? Who are you people?" Once he was safe, Sun Yu stared at the withered dwarf, his voice laced with shock.
It was common knowledge in the Cultivation Realm that while Talisman Treasures were easy to make, sealing a Golden Core True Monarch’s Magical Power was incredibly difficult.
Compared to Talisman Treasures and Incomplete Treasures, a sealed sliver of a Golden Core True Monarch’s Magical Power was far more potent, even if it could only be used once. After all, a casual strike from a Golden Core True Monarch was more than any ordinary cultivator could withstand.
And the "Ten Thousand Blood Demon Wind" happened to be the signature Divine Technique of the Earth Yin Elder Demon from the Righteous Demon Battlefield.
Wei Tu was taken aback when he heard this. He hadn’t expected that even in such a perilous situation, Sun Yu would still waste time talking nonsense with this group of Demon Cultivators.
In truth, Sun Yu had a grievance he couldn’t voice.
Every member of their Law Enforcement Team was well-connected. The few cultivators who had just died were all Golden Core Descendants, and he would have to answer for their deaths when he returned.
He couldn’t let these "well-connected" individuals die for nothing.
’Once I get some concrete information, I’ll retreat immediately. I won’t get tangled up with them,’ Sun Yu thought to himself.
"Heh heh, how utterly foolish. Did you really think we would just openly tell you who we are?" Hearing Sun Yu’s words, the group of black-robed Demon Cultivators burst into cackling laughter.
"So naive," one of the Demon Cultivators sneered.
Clearly, they didn’t share Sun Yu’s polite habit of asking for an enemy’s name.
"Kill them!" The black-robed Demon Cultivators exchanged a look, split up, and in an Instant Body flicker, surrounded Sun Yu and the others who had been lucky enough to survive the Ten Thousand Blood Demon Wind.
This time, the Demon Cultivators’ attacks were far fiercer than before, with each of them fighting at the level of a Late-Stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.
It was as if they had been hiding their true strength in the earlier fight.
BANG BANG! CRACK!
The roar of Magical Artifacts rang out once more.
After a dozen or so rounds, the besieged Righteous Cultivators were slain by the Demon Cultivators using a variety of vicious Secret Skills, Divine Techniques, and Magical Artifacts.
Soon, only Sun Yu and a beautiful woman in a short skirt remained on the field.
The two of them had only survived this round of attacks thanks to the powerful Defensive Magical Artifacts they possessed.
’How are these Demon Cultivators so ferocious? I should have retreated earlier.’ Gazing at his fallen companions, Sun Yu’s courage shattered. He no longer had any intention of fighting back.
’I’ll deal with you all after I get back to the Sect and bring reinforcements.’
Sun Yu thought viciously as he crushed a Jade Talisman hidden in his sleeve.
The moment the Jade Talisman shattered, Sun Yu’s figure vanished, his aura reappearing over six miles away.
His Defensive Magical Artifact, no longer sustained by Magical Power, spun in the air before clattering to the ground.
Like Sun Yu, the woman in the short skirt followed suit, also vanishing from the Demon Cultivators’ encirclement.
Seeing the two disappear, the Demon Cultivators stood stunned and speechless for a moment.
"It seems we nearly caught some big fish this time. To think that two among this group of Righteous Cultivators possessed a Small Shifting Talisman." The dwarfish Demon Cultivator stepped forward, picking up the Defensive Magical Artifacts left by Sun Yu and the woman, a cold smirk playing on his lips.
The Small Shifting Talisman was a Tier Three Talisman. Even Golden Core True Monarchs had few of them, let alone enough to bestow upon their descendants.
Without exception, any Foundation Establishment Cultivator who possessed a Small Shifting Talisman was a descendant deeply cherished by a Golden Core True Monarch.
"Still, it’s not bad. We killed so many Righteous Foundation Establishment Cultivators this time. The Demon Lord will surely reward us when we return to the Demon Palace..." another black-robed Demon Cultivator chimed in.
"But letting those two escape... I wonder if it will affect our grand plan in Zheng Country?"
"What if they return to their Sect and bring a Golden Core True Monarch to hunt us down..."
one of the Demon Cultivators worried aloud.
"Don’t worry about that. Before we set out, the Demon Lord already predicted we would encounter Righteous Cultivators." The dwarfish Demon Cultivator chuckled, taking several black cloaks from his Storage Bag and handing them out.
As the Demon Cultivators donned the cloaks, Wei Tu’s Guardian Map Divine Sense, which he had left in the Seven-Colored Illusion Moth, could no longer sense their trail. Even their conversation became indistinct.
Fortunately, however, the Seven-Colored Illusion Moth could still see their figures with its naked eye.
Seeing this, Wei Tu withdrew most of his Guardian Map Divine Sense, leaving only a sliver behind to control the Seven-Colored Illusion Moth and tail the group.
...
’Demon Palace? Demon Lord?’
Hiding in the shadows, Wei Tu mulled over these two terms, a thoughtful expression on his face.
He had spent ten years at Chaning Cliff, but he had never heard of a power in the Demonic Realm called the "Demon Palace," nor of a major figure known as the "Demon Lord."
’I’ll worry about that later.’
’Hunting down Sun Yu is more important.’
Wei Tu shook his head, suppressing the urge to investigate the origins of these Demon Cultivators.
A competent cultivator should know which risks are worth taking and which are not.
This group of Demon Cultivators was so vicious they were clearly not to be trifled with. Though Wei Tu had many tricks up his sleeve, he wasn’t necessarily stronger than Sun Yu’s group had been...
A Small Shifting Talisman could transport someone over six miles in an instant.
Because of this, it would be difficult for Wei Tu to track Sun Yu’s escape route.
However, Wei Tu knew something the Demon Cultivators didn’t. Fifteen years ago, he had learned from Sun Yu himself that he was a cultivator from Qingzhu Mountain.
’What goes around, comes around.’
A cold smile touched Wei Tu’s lips as he set off for a location Sun Yu would have to pass through to return to Qingzhu Mountain.
...
With the help of the Sky-Splitting Carving, Wei Tu traveled at a speed comparable to a cultivator at the Peak of Foundation Establishment. He soon arrived at Qingsong City, located nearly a hundred miles from Qingzhu Mountain.
Qingsong City was the final checkpoint on the way to Qingzhu Mountain.
Wei Tu was certain that while Sun Yu might take detours elsewhere, he would never bypass Qingsong City.
Without passing through Qingsong City, Sun Yu could not return to Qingzhu Mountain.
After waiting for several days, Wei Tu, hidden underground, used the Sky-Splitting Carving’s vision to spot an agile, middle-aged man flying at a low altitude in his direction.
The man would fly for a moment, then glance back, as if worried about pursuers.
Only when he saw the towering walls of Qingsong City did the man finally breathe a sigh of relief, the wary look on his face gradually fading.
’Sun Yu’s aura?’ Wei Tu’s Divine Sense Perception identified the agile, middle-aged man as none other than Sun Yu, who had escaped from the Demon Cultivators.
Seeing this, Wei Tu laughed inwardly at Sun Yu. Used to lording his status as a Golden Core Descendant over others in Zheng Country, Sun Yu had clearly neglected his Disguise Technique. He couldn’t even mimic another person’s aura.
Otherwise, this ambush would have required a lot more Hard Work.
’As soon as I reach Qingsong City, I’ll contact my grandfather. This time, I probably won’t be severely punished by the Righteous Alliance...’ Seeing Qingsong City, Sun Yu let his guard down, losing the vigilance he had maintained on his journey.
After all, he never would have imagined that someone would dare to ambush and kill him right outside Qingsong City.
However—
At that very moment, an Emerald Green Needle erupted from the ground, shooting straight for the back of Sun Yu’s head.
Sun Yu reacted instantly, alarm bells screaming in his mind. He immediately summoned a Tier Two Middle Grade Defensive Magical Artifact to protect his back.
But that was only the first attack.
Immediately after, the faint sound of Sanskrit chants echoed as a massive sonic wave descended from the sky.
"I don’t want to die." Sun Yu looked up at the three blood-red Buddhas above him, terror filling his eyes.
The next moment.
The Demon Buddha Bell’s attack struck.
A crater several dozen feet deep appeared in the ground. Sun Yu was embedded within it, his Flesh and Blood mangled into a bloody pulp.
"Go!" Wei Tu collected Sun Yu’s Storage Bag, took out Lü Yuanli’s Essence Blood, infused it with Demonic Qi, and drove it into Sun Yu’s corpse.
From killing Sun Yu to planting the false evidence, the entire process took Wei Tu less than two breaths’ time.
Thus, by the time the cultivators from Qingsong City heard the sounds of Magical Combat and rushed over, Wei Tu was already long gone, having vanished without a trace.
"Demonic Cultivator aura?"
"Has a Demon Cultivator infiltrated our Zheng Country to ambush Righteous Cultivators?"
"This aura... it feels a bit like a Demon Slaughter Sect cultivator. Did a Demon Slaughter Sect cultivator kill this Fellow Daoist?"
The cultivators discussed animatedly amongst themselves.
Just then, in a Cave Mansion on Qingzhu Mountain, a brocade-robed elder who had been in Seclusion suddenly snapped his eyes open. His body shot out like an arrow, speeding toward Qingsong City.
"Who killed my grandson?" A quarter of an hour later, the brocade-robed elder arrived, his face contorted with rage as he glared at the surrounding cultivators.