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After leaving the Pharmacy, Xu Feng bid farewell to Qiu Wuling and departed from the New Moon Sect.
Not long after Xu Feng left, Qiu Xiuqi appeared beside Qiu Wuling to report on inviting Xu Feng to serve as the Honorary Vice Master. Qiu Wuling inquired about some details and was quite surprised.
"In just a short time, his Alchemy has surpassed yours?"
"That's still a conservative estimate. His techniques may seem ordinary, but they are incredibly proficient; he must have extensive experience in Alchemy, which I can easily see. Among the Alchemists of Liuxiang Xian Dao, only Huafei Hua from Wuhua Island could possibly rival him."
"Although Xu Feng has killed many, he is not inherently bad. His level of Alchemy is certainly related to your guidance. You have done well; having Xu Feng as a friend rather than an enemy is a fortunate event for the New Moon Sect."
Xu Feng flew eastward towards Xian City. After a brief stop, he immediately set off for Wan Jian Sect.
Originally, he had planned to learn Refining Tool techniques from Long Ye at New Moon Sect, but after spending ten days on Alchemy with Qiu Xiuqi, he felt pressed for time. The Fog City Lin Family and his three Vice Leaders were still facing challenges, and Xu Feng was concerned about the two thousand pills he had left behind—he wondered if they had been used up. In Xian City, Xu Feng purchased a large quantity of Cinnabar and regular medicinal herbs for extensive Alchemy.
After the battle at Nine Dragon Pool, Wan Jian Sect had fallen into disarray, leaving only a few severely injured elders—like flickering candle flames that could extinguish at any moment. Gao Jingsong was attempting to break through but lacked the strength; although he wished to protect Wan Jian Sect, he found himself powerless. Xu Feng's visit was meant to assist Gao Jingsong so that he would have something to report once he emerged from his breakthrough.
At this time, Bailu Mountain was gathering two opposing forces: one was Black Wind Stronghold, and the other was Lan Xiao's Eight Directions Cave.
Half-Dead Bao from Black Wind Stronghold had been completely defeated at Nine Dragon Pool. The current Master of Black Wind Stronghold was the newly appointed Billy the Bull. He personally took action this time to seize Wan Jian Sect while the Six Major Sects were frantically vying for the Qinglong Mountain mine.
Lan Xiao had similar intentions; Eight Directions Cave was powerful and had already squeezed into the top six of Liuxiang. With Wan Jian Sect on the verge of destruction, it was an excellent opportunity for Eight Directions Cave to rise. However, Lan Xiao had been injured by Xu Ye during the battle at Nine Dragon Pool and only sent the Spirit Serpent Cave Master from among the eight Cave Masters.
Both sides had over ten members each, with their leaders being at the Late Stage of Golden Core, confronting each other in the square of Wan Jian Sect.
Billy the Bull was tall and robust with a scar running across his face that made him look quite intimidating. He was followed by a group of men in black, three of whom were also at Golden Core Mid-Stage.
The Spirit Serpent Cave Master was thin with triangular eyes resembling a venomous snake poised to strike; it was clear he was a cold-blooded character. Eight Directions Cave had two Golden Core Mid-Stage members and two Early Stage of Golden Core members, making their strength comparable to that of Black Wind Stronghold.
"No need for idle chatter; I'll give you ten breaths. If you don't withdraw from Bailu Mountain, Eight Directions Cave will ensure you have no way back."
"I didn't expect you to be so cocky despite your appearance. I'll only give you five breaths; if you don't scram, you'll meet your end."
Spirit Serpent Cave Master snorted coldly and began counting, "Ten, nine, eight..."
Billy the Bull started counting from five, "Five, four..."
Upon hearing this, Spirit Serpent Cave Master realized he couldn't fall behind in the count and quickly sped up his pace. By the time Billy the Bull reached two, he caught up.
"One." Both sides finished counting simultaneously. A roar erupted as the two groups clashed together.
The Foundation Disciples were all very Spirit Light. As soon as they collided, they quickly distanced themselves from the Golden Core experts to avoid being killed with a single blow. Several Golden Core Stage Cultivators also quickly found their opponents and engaged in fierce battles with their spirit swords.
In the misty Bailu Mountain, Xu Feng stood atop a tree three hundred meters away, using his exceptional eyesight to clearly observe the scene. However, the people from Black Wind Stronghold and Eight Directions Cave could not see Xu Feng.
After exchanging blows for a while without a clear victor, Spirit Serpent Cave Master and Billy the Bull suddenly stopped simultaneously.
"Let's not fight anymore. The terrain of Bailu Mountain is complex, and there might be someone waiting for us to weaken each other. Instead, let's take down a few of the old ghosts from Wan Jian Sect. Whoever kills their old ghost first will claim Bailu Mountain," shouted Spirit Serpent Cave Master in a sharp voice.
Billy the Bull agreed, saying, "Spirit Serpent Cave Master is right. We can't let others reap the benefits. Let's go into the forbidden area of Wan Jian Sect and find their old ghosts to kill first."
The "old ghosts" of Wan Jian Sect naturally referred to the injured Grand Elder Zhu Wanda. Having fallen from grace, how could Zhu Wanda, a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, endure such humiliation? Unfortunately, he had rushed out first with several experts from Wan Jian Sect, only to be struck hard by Xiang Ge, sustaining severe injuries. Now his strength was no better than that of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator.
With Billy the Bull and Spirit Serpent Cave Master leading their people into the forbidden area of Wan Jian Sect, they shouted insults and curses. The two factions that had just been fighting fiercely suddenly became like-minded allies.
The mischievous Foundation Disciples displayed remarkable creativity; some urinated in the main hall, others defecated on the altar, while some spat into the well...
Finally unable to hold back any longer, Zhu Wanda emerged. His face was pale as he watched these unruly individuals wreak havoc, trembling with anger. These people who could be crushed with a single finger now disregarded him entirely. Behind him were two severely injured Golden Core elders; their complexions were slightly better but their strength had greatly diminished.
Seeing Zhu Wanda come out, Billy the Bull shouted, "Old ghost, I won't make it difficult for you. Just roll away obediently and hand over Wan Jian Sect to Black Wind Stronghold. Remember, it's a gift, not a robbery; I never engage in such dishonorable acts."
Spirit Serpent Cave Master also refused to back down, saying, "With Mr. Lan at the helm of our Eight Directions Cave, you should consider your options carefully. If you voluntarily yield, we will treat you with respect and ensure you enjoy your later years peacefully. Otherwise... hmph!"
One elder from Wan Jian Sect, looking at Zhu Wanda, bitterly said, "Shishu, even if we give up Wan Jian Sect, they won't let us go. Please take your disciples and leave first; I'll hold them off." He resigned himself to death, hoping that his sacrifice could save Zhu Wanda.
Zhu Wanda shook his head and said, "As the Grand Elder of the Wan Jian Sect, I have allowed this group to destroy my Sect right in front of me. How can I face my ancestors? You two should leave; I will let these people die here."
Billy the Bull and the Spirit Serpent Cave Master instinctively stepped back. Even though the tiger was dead, its lingering power remained. Who would dare question a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator who could kill you?
Billy the Bull swung his sword and cut down a large tree, shouting, "You old fool, you're about to enter your coffin and still trying to scare people. I don't believe you can eat me... Li Jing, go deal with him." Billy the Bull called for a Golden Core Cultivator behind him to take action while he pretended to be brave but did not move.
Li Jing's face turned pale. "What? Are you sending me to my death? Everyone knows that old ghost is a Yuan Ying Cultivator. His essence will unleash a final strike, even fellow cultivators at the same level would keep their distance. Why should I deal with him? Why don't you go instead? What a joke."
Li Jing brandished her sword repeatedly but refused to step forward. Billy the Bull was embarrassed and angrily said, "You bastard, you're so cowardly that you're even worse than a disciple from Eight Directions Cave." He glanced admiringly at the disciples from Eight Directions Cave, hoping one of them would jump out as a hero.
However, the Eight Directions Cave disciples were not fooled; they all ignored him. A few even casually trimmed their nails with their spirit swords, appearing busy with their own matters.
The Spirit Serpent Cave Master also felt uneasy. The few old ghosts in front of him were all above the Golden Core stage. If they got desperate and self-destructed, they could get hurt too. They were all on the brink of death already; it wouldn't be worth it to be dragged down by them. But if he didn't act, it would be too embarrassing.
Suddenly, the Spirit Serpent Cave Master grabbed a Foundation Disciple from behind and threw him toward Zhu Wanda. The disciple had just been trimming his nails and was completely unprepared for this move. By the time he realized what was happening, he was already in front of Zhu Wanda.
There was no time to think about anything else; the disciple from Eight Directions Cave swung his sword down fiercely. With only Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivation facing a Yuan Ying expert, he dared not entertain any other thoughts and swung his spirit sword desperately, not even daring to open his eyes.
With a snap, Zhu Wanda reached out a hand and crushed the disciple's neck in one swift motion. Letting go, the disciple from Eight Directions Cave fell to the ground like a dead dog.
Blood dripped onto the ground as a spirit sword embedded itself deeply into Zhu Wanda's shoulder. Zhu Wanda had actually been injured by a Foundation Disciple!
"Shishu!" Two elders from Wan Jian Sect cried out in despair simultaneously. The Spirit Serpent Cave Master acted too quickly; they couldn't reach in time and allowed Zhu Wanda to be injured again.
"Don't worry; this little injury won't take me down," Zhu Wanda said as he flicked his finger, causing the long sword to fall to the ground and break into two pieces, blood spurting from his shoulder once more.
Anyone could see that Zhu Wanda was already at his limit.
The Spirit Serpent Cave Master looked at Billy the Bull with eyes full of mockery, implying that he had already taken action and even managed to injure Zhu Wanda. What about you from Black Wind Stronghold? Are you just sitting around doing nothing?
Billy the Bull's face alternated between white and red. When he saw that the disciples from Black Wind Stronghold understood what he intended to do, they all quickly retreated in fear. Billy the Bull's face turned green with anger. There was nothing he could do; no one wanted to die unnecessarily—if they had the ability, they should go themselves!
Billy the Bull stepped back ten paces, his gaze turning cold. He had just taken office as the leader of Black Wind Stronghold, and it wouldn't do to not achieve something. The Spirit Serpent Cave Master sensed that he was about to make a move and hurriedly led his disciples away.
Two elders from Wan Jian Sect protected Zhu Wanda, pleading, "Shishu, you should leave first. Once your injuries are healed, come back and help us take revenge." The two elders had resolved themselves to die.
Zhu Wanda did not respond, his vacant eyes staring into the distance, lost in thought.
Billy the Bull made a motion with his hand, and a talisman shot out, transforming in the sky into a blazing red fire serpent that lunged toward Zhu Wanda and the others.
Spirit Talisman!
This kind of powerful Spirit Talisman could have been easily blown away by the former Zhu Wanda in one breath, but things were different now. The fire serpent conjured by the Spirit Talisman drew closer, while the two elders held their spiritual swords, their faces resolute and determined.
One elder suddenly charged forward, raising his sword to strike at the Spirit Talisman. He aimed to break the talisman with a single blow; there were people behind him, so he couldn't dodge—he could only break it. However, he only made it halfway; just as he raised his sword, he came to a halt.
A more dazzling red light shot forth, accurately hitting the Spirit Talisman and exploding into brilliant sparks in the sky.
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