Chapter 432 - 176: Qi Molong: The Demon King’s Feast, Rearing in the City

’The Venerable Lord... is truly a Saint...’

A thousand thoughts and a million stray ideas finally melted into a long, profound sigh.

The Netherworld Daoist Temple had, since ancient times, revered the Eight Sovereigns of Netherworld, including Lord Youmo.

But never had they felt such intense gratitude, reverence, and worship as they did now...

’What incredible grace has Da Yu, the Central Continent, and indeed the entire world received from the Venerable Lord?’

’Sweeping away Demon Fiends and ghosts, pacifying the world, Sealing the Seven Heroes and Three Li, carving out the Netherworld, establishing the Yin Department Divine System, and Sealing all the Demon Ghosts in the world...’

Each and every one of these deeds now left an impression in Huaisheng Daoist’s heart, thousands of times stronger than ever before.

"AH!"

Suddenly, a shrill, miserable scream filled with endless fury echoed through the darkness, shattering Huaisheng Daoist’s thoughts.

He snapped back to his senses, only to realize that he had unconsciously returned to the place where he first entered.

Not far off, in a pitch-black, filthy, and foul-smelling swamp, a figure whose face was obscured was running for their life, splashing up waves of filth and excrement.

It was accompanied by roars of anger, each louder than the last.

"I’ll kill you! I’ll kill all of you!"

"I won’t spare a single one! Not one! NOT A SINGLE ONE!"

The owner of the shrill voice sounded as if she was about to go insane.

From more than a dozen li away, Huaisheng Daoist could feel her rage and killing intent.

His expression changed, and he hurriedly turned and hid behind a pillar.

This person was none other than Chen Qin’Yin.

That old woman who, despite being thousands of years old, insisted on maintaining her ageless beauty and eternal youth.

That old woman who, even in mortal danger, had to keep her appearance immaculate.

And at this very moment, she was running wildly through a cesspool of filth.

Even Huaisheng Daoist didn’t dare show his face, hearing her screams grow louder and more miserable.

His cheeks twitched uncontrollably!

’If that old woman sees me, she’ll probably try to kill me...’

Huaisheng Daoist shuddered involuntarily.

He absolutely did not dare to show himself.

"AHH!"

"AHH!"

Outside the swamp, Chen Qin’Yin seemed to have gone completely mad, her shrieks sounding like they could pierce eardrums.

After a long while, Huaisheng Daoist poked his head out and peeked.

Chen Qin’Yin had already shaken off the filth covering her body and was standing outside the swamp, her expression dark and uncertain as she waited.

Sure enough, a moment later, three more figures came tearing through the swamp, splashing up a storm of filth and waste.

It was a replay of the earlier scene, its impact diminished tenfold.

The Confucian Daoist Venerable, the White Lotus Daoist, and the Iron Sword Young Venerable had all been captured.

And now, even the Iron Sword Young Venerable, who was always expressionless, had a face green with disgust.

Cultivators of their level—how revered were they?

Even the princes and generals of the secular dynasties couldn’t compare to them.

No matter how far they had fallen, they had never suffered the indignity of being thrown into a cesspool!

At this moment, who among them could possibly be in a good mood?

Cultivators were people, too.

The four gathered, all of them seething with rage.

Their collective killing intent was so thick it seemed almost tangible.

After a very long time, just as the four’s anger had subsided a little and they were preparing to leave...

...Huaisheng Daoist slowly walked out.

His body swayed as if he were gravely injured, and with a deathly pale face, he called out to the four of them.

"You old bastard!"

"Damned old scoundrel!"

"You old relic!"

At his appearance, Chen Qin’Yin nearly exploded again, and even the White Lotus Daoist cursed loudly.

Even the Confucian Daoist Venerable and the Iron Sword Young Venerable shot Huaisheng Daoist unfriendly looks.

It looked as if they were about to charge forward and kill him with a single punch.

"Cough!"

"You... you were captured, too?"

Huaisheng Daoist coughed lightly, feigning weakness.

"That Demon King... he’s too powerful, far beyond any ordinary Feathered expert. I was careless. My attempt at Invoking Gods failed, and he defeated me..."

"Tell me, did you come here just to get yourself killed?"

"And if you wanted to die, you just had to drag me down with you! You’ve really outdone yourself!"

"Just great!!"

Chen Qin’Yin ground her teeth so hard they audibly clicked, her eyes practically shooting flames.

In her entire life, she had never suffered such a great humiliation.

The expressions on the others’ faces were just as foul.

A moment ago, they had been constructing the God-Sealing Platform.

Suddenly, a group of Great Demons descended from the sky. Despite their fierce resistance, they were nearly beaten to death on the spot.

They were all simmering with suppressed rage!

"The entire Eastern Continent has become a gathering place for Demon Ghosts. They’ve already targeted us; a conflict is inevitable."

Huaisheng Daoist sighed softly.

’These four are not of one mind with me. Our thoughts and goals are completely different.’

’I want to eliminate this future threat, to ensure the God-Sealing Platform won’t be destroyed by someone after we leave.’

’And now, I’m more determined than ever to wipe out this horde of Demon Ghosts.’

’But the Confucian Daoist Venerable, Chen Qin’Yin, and the others just want to follow me, finish building the God-Sealing Platform quickly, and complete Elder Su’s command.’

’As for what happens afterward, they don’t want to get involved at all.’

’They never had any intention of provoking these Demon Ghosts.’

In fact, for over a year, he was the only one who had taken the initiative to clear out Demon Ghosts.

Take Chen Qin’Yin, for example. She had entered the mountains with him, but she never had any intention of actually fighting.

Therefore, to get them to act, he had to use some... methods.

And now, it was clear that their hatred had been maxed out.

Once they escaped, he wouldn’t even have to say anything; they would never let this group of Demon Ghosts off the hook.

Especially Chen Qin’Yin!

"Is that so?"

"Somehow, I feel like you just wanted to drag us into this mess."

The White Lotus Daoist’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot; he could no longer maintain his dignified facade.

His tone was quite hostile.

"You don’t have to ’feel’ anything!"

"This damned old scoundrel absolutely wanted to drag us into this!"

Chen Qin’Yin gritted her teeth, advancing menacingly with her fists clenched tight.

"Either way, we’re dead! So I’ll just kill you first, by drowning you in this very cesspool!"

The Confucian Daoist Venerable and the Iron Sword Young Venerable said nothing, but they also closed in with the other two.

"Why would we die?"

Watching this, Huaisheng Daoist’s heart skipped a beat, but he forced a calm expression and said slowly:

"If you listen to me, not only will we not die, but we can turn the tables and slaughter this horde of Demon Fiends and ghosts!"

"And you think I’d believe you?"

Chen Qin’Yin sneered and raised her fist to strike.

But in the next moment, the White Lotus Daoist grabbed her by the wrist.

The White Lotus Daoist looked at Huaisheng Daoist, his voice dangerously low:

"If you dare deceive me, then even if that Elder Su punishes us for it later..."

"...I will kill you first!"

"What exactly do you want to do?" the Confucian Daoist Venerable asked, his face expressionless.

"Daoist, I hope you’re not lying to us, or else..."

The Iron Sword Young Venerable said nothing, merely staring coldly at Huaisheng Daoist.

"Of course not."

Huaisheng Daoist took a deep breath.

Halfway through, he abruptly stopped.

The foul stench in the air almost made him choke to death.

He quickly held his breath, composed his Heart Spirit, and then continued:

"First, I will teach you the Summoning Technique..."