Chapter 435: The Holy Scripture

Inside the guesthouse's main hall, complete silence had fallen. Ah Xiu, the Fifth Elder, and the others all wore deeply complicated expressions, their overwhelming shock and quiet relief at having survived now giving way to nothing but anxious unease.

The blind man, unable to see, with his strength greatly diminished and his body severely wounded, could not witness what was happening in the sky above the guesthouse. Even so, his sharp senses still detected that something unusual was unfolding.

"What exactly is happening?"

The blind man, suppressing the urge to cough up more blood, leaned on his two broken sections of bamboo staff and asked.

But no one around him answered his question. Every single person's attention was fixed entirely on what was happening above the Yellow Spring Market.

At the same time, high above, Li Musheng hovered suspended in the air, the void abyss formed by the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art once again manifesting behind him. Beneath him hung the three Holy Lords of the Yellow Spring Tribe.

At this moment, the three Holy Lords, bound in the air, had completely lost the martial pressure and terrifying aura they had once radiated.

Even so, the Rakshasa Holy Lord and the other two clearly had no intention of giving up the struggle and surrendering. All three secretly strained to circulate the Yellow Spring Holy Technique with everything they had, hoping to break free of their bindings through their technique and their own formidable martial cultivation.

But no matter how hard they tried, it was simply impossible.

"Why are the three of you so distracted? Answer my question."

At this point, Li Musheng's voice came again. The Blood Spring Holy Lord and the other two instinctively looked up toward the young demon lord above.

There was no question that, in their current state, this young demon lord before them could end their lives with no more than the slightest twitch of a finger.

"Give us one more chance."

The Ghost Prison Holy Lord was the first to speak. Having now revealed his true form, his complexion was pale and bloodless, and he appeared to be roughly fifty years old, noticeably younger than the Rakshasa Holy Lord and the Blood Spring Holy Lord, but also considerably more attached to clinging to life.

Even so, after the Ghost Prison Holy Lord's words, neither of the other two raised any objection. They simply looked at Li Musheng and said, "If you will spare the three of us, whatever you want, we will agree to it."

At those words, Li Musheng gave a slight nod and waved a hand casually. The void abyss behind him vanished.

"Where are the other two of your Yellow Spring Tribe's five Holy Lords?"

Li Musheng swept the area with his eyes and asked. His interest was clearly still focused on the Yellow Spring Holy Technique.

The three of them had caused this much commotion here, and yet the other two Yellow Spring Tribe Holy Lords had been nowhere to be seen, which led Li Musheng to suspect they might have fled.

"My lord, to be candid, the other two Holy Lords of our Yellow Spring Tribe are not currently in the Yellow Spring Market. They departed for White Emperor City on business some time ago."

The Blood Spring Holy Lord spoke slowly, showing no intention of concealing this.

Recently, White Emperor City had produced a young prodigy whose talent was said to occur once in a thousand years, surpassing any in history, and all six great powers of the Western Desert had been eyeing him with intense interest.

A discipleship gathering had even been organized in White Emperor City for this purpose, with experts from all six powers who had interest in the young prodigy attending to compete for him.

The Yellow Spring Tribe's two remaining Holy Lords had also taken an interest in the young prodigy's potential, and had therefore traveled to White Emperor City as well.

"Not here?"

Li Musheng raised an eyebrow slightly, sweeping his gaze over the Blood Spring Holy Lord and the other two, then let his thoughts stir.

In the next instant, the three bound Yellow Spring experts' eyes suddenly went unfocused, their faces growing slack and vacant.

After a moment, the focus gradually returned to their eyes, and they came back to themselves.

Even so, the three Yellow Spring Holy Lords clearly had no idea what had just happened. The only thing each of them noticed, looking at one another, was a flicker of hesitation visible on Li Musheng's face.

Just moments before, Li Musheng had naturally used the Soul-Searching Technique directly, going through all three of their memories of the Yellow Spring Holy Technique.

As a result, he had naturally already learned the technique each of them had just used. But he found that the Yellow Spring Holy Scripture cultivated by the three Yellow Spring Holy Lords before him was actually incomplete.

Each of the three had cultivated only one of the Holy Scripture's five supreme divine arts, which meant Li Musheng had obtained only three of the five techniques from their memories, with the remaining two clearly belonging to the other two Holy Lords.

From their memories, Li Musheng had also gathered a general understanding that, while the cultivation and strength of the Yellow Spring Tribe's Five Holy Lords ranked among the very top tier of martial world experts throughout the entire Western Desert,

the Yellow Spring Tribe's true foundation actually lay in the combined power of all five Holy Lords working together. Only when the five supreme divine arts of the Yellow Spring Holy Technique were unified could the true power of the Yellow Spring Holy Scripture be unleashed, and this was the greatest trump card that allowed the Yellow Spring Tribe to stand as one of the six great powers.

What left Li Musheng somewhat hesitant was whether to simply devour these three with the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art right now, or spare their lives for the time being.

The former was simpler, but the Yellow Spring Holy Technique was, in truth, an art cultivated jointly by five practitioners, and the technique itself had certain peculiar qualities that suggested it was likely not as straightforward as an ordinary martial art, which was precisely why Li Musheng found it interesting in the first place.

But if he devoured these three now, he would have no way to witness the true power of the Yellow Spring Holy Technique unleashed by all five together.

Yet if he did not devour them, that would undoubtedly leave him with a complication of his own making. After all, if he wanted to witness the true Yellow Spring Holy Technique, he would need to bring these three to White Emperor City and have all five Yellow Spring Holy Lords combine their power there.

While Li Musheng was lost in this consideration, the Rakshasa Holy Lord and the other two below had their hearts in their throats, since they had clearly sensed a flicker of killing intent in Li Musheng's eyes a moment before.

At this point, none of the three dared even breathe too loudly, fearing to interrupt Li Musheng's thoughts, lest they provoke him and bring death down upon themselves.

The mental state the three of them found themselves in now was something they had almost never experienced before.

As Holy Lords of the Yellow Spring Tribe, they had always been the ones others feared and respected, and never before had they needed to read the expressions of a young demon lord like this, where even a single glance from him could leave them thoroughly terrified.

Just then, Li Musheng suddenly shook his head, as though having reached a decision in his mind, and said, "Never mind. I won't devour you for now."

In the end, Li Musheng decided to spare the three of them their lives for the time being. Though bringing the three of them to White Emperor City would be somewhat of a hassle, genuinely interesting things were not so easy for Li Musheng to come by these days.

Now that he had finally found something worth his interest, he could put up with a bit of inconvenience along the way.

At those words, the Ghost Prison Holy Lord and the other two all let out a heavy sigh of relief at once.

Though they remained bound and unable to move, the urgency to find some way of breaking free had eased considerably.

Of course, they also understood clearly that, given their own strength, there was no way they could break free of this young demon lord's hold on them anyway.

Even so, while Li Musheng not killing them meant they had been granted their lives back, for the three of them, this was far from over. What they needed to think about next was how to find an opportunity to escape.