Chapter 509: Tianyong City Has Completely Fallen, Fuyu Goes to the Eternal God Cult!

"It shouldn’t be too late — let’s go to the sect master now. A major incident has occurred at the martial arts academy. I think he’ll forgive us for disturbing him at this hour."

Fuyu led Wu Xian into the academy grounds via a mountain trail.

The two moved through the darkness, making their way toward the mountain range where the sect master闭关修炼.

They were discovered by the guarding disciples halfway there.

"Who goes there?!"

"It’s me, brothers..."

Fuyu had no choice but to step out of the shadows.

When the two disciples saw it was Sister Fuyu, their wariness eased — but their eyes soon fell on the strange man behind her.

"So it’s Sister Fuyu indeed. But who is this stranger? What is he doing here..."

"Don’t be alarmed. He’s from the Youdu Nuwa Temple, from—"

Before Fuyu could finish, a figure in a black disciple’s robe came walking up from the foot of the mountain.

The man carried a deep red sword.

His expression was grim as death itself.

"What’s the matter, Sister? Why don’t you keep talking?"

Baili Tusu wore a ghastly smile as he walked up to them.

If Fuyu hadn’t understood that the guarding disciples were already under his control, she would have been a complete fool.

In an instant, the girl spun and ran toward the mountain peak, screaming as she fled:

"Help! Sect Master, please come save us! Baili Tusu is a monster — please come out quickly!"

"Youdu... I recall that the fool I attacked was also from Youdu..."

Baili Tusu said indifferently, then drew the Fen Ji Sword from its sheath.

A savage aura radiated from him.

Then the two sword slaves, their bodies wreathed in crimson hostility, charged toward Wu Xian.

Though Wu Xian’s strength had been consumed by Ouyang Shaogong, he was more than enough to deal with these disciples!

Three strikes, five exchanges — he knocked them both to the ground.

Baili Tusu’s eyelids twitched. He hadn’t expected Wu Xian to have any real strength. Far better than Feng Guangmo, at any rate.

In truth, Feng Guangmo had only joined Nuwa Temple recently — there was a natural gap in power.

Against Wu Xian, the situation was altogether different.

"It seems you’ve completely devoured your own mind with the Burning Jiejian, slaughtered your parents, and controlled your elders. You’ve fully embraced the demonic path..."

"Talk, talk, too much talk! Just watch me kill you and raise Fen Ji’s power to the next level!"

Baili Tusu’s crimson light flashed as he lunged straight at Wu Xian.

Facing Fen Ji at full force now,

Wu Xian finally understood how the opponent had controlled so many people with the power of merely a Crown-level cultivator.

When Baili Tusu attacked, every soul of every person he had killed materialized within a ten-meter radius.

Thousands of them.

They wailed and lunged toward Wu Xian.

Among their voices was Feng Guangmo’s.

"Go to hell... just die already..."

Countless eerie sounds filled the air without end.

Wu Xian was struggling to hold on.

Careless!

This monster’s power was too overwhelming — he couldn’t sustain the defense much longer.

The spells of Nuwa Temple flew out one after another.

But still he couldn’t defeat this scrawny young man; instead, his range of movement was being steadily compressed!

All he could do now was pray that Fuyu from Tianyu City had managed to rouse the sect master — otherwise, death was certain!

Meanwhile...

Han Su, the head of Tianyong City, had spent years in hard cultivation and had finally stepped beyond his bottleneck.

"Since I’m the one running the shop, and Ziyin is imprisoned, I should find a suitable successor and pass the position to him sooner.

Ling Yue is a very capable child — she should be able to bear this heavy responsibility!"

Han Su Zhenren, emerging from the training ground, muttered to himself as he walked outside.

At that moment, a girl’s cry rang out in his ears.

"Sect Master, come out quickly... there’s a demon in the sect! He’s already controlled so many people!!!"

"You must come out! The real Ziyin is imprisoned — Tianyong City is truly finished!"

"Waaah..."

Han Su Zhenren’s heart lurched. Wasn’t that the voice of that little girl, Fuyu?

A demon? And Ziyin is imprisoned?

He dared not think further and flew out of the cave at once.

When the real Han Su rushed outside, he saw that Tianyong City had long since lost its former serenity.

The entire sky was cloaked in a suffocating malevolent energy.

"This is bad!!! Something truly has happened..."

The evil qi ahead, though not particularly strong, had its grip firmly around Tianyong City’s lifeline — and it would not release for half a year.

All disciples within range of this energy would fall under its enchantment.

The consequences would be catastrophic.

The real Han Su clenched his teeth and called out to Fuyu: "My child, wait here. I will slay this demonic villain!"

With that, he gripped a fairy sword and surged violently toward Baili Tusu.

Hundreds of sword auras enveloped Baili Tusu.

The latter heard the sound of the incoming attack and smiled evilly: "So the old dog has woken up at last. But these flashy moves are useless against me!

Come, taste the power of Fen Ji! Hmph..."

Boom!

The evil spirit dwelling within Fen Ji surged toward the real Han Su.

The Qingling Sword Qi was instantly corrupted and stripped of its power.

Han Su Zhenren’s eyes went wide. He had never expected Fen Ji’s power to be so terrifying.

In truth, Fen Ji had never possessed such overwhelming might — but because Baili Tusu went out hunting victims every single day, the sword’s power had been escalating unceasingly.

To finally feel the power of an immortal today — how could he not be thrilled!

At this moment, Wu Xian had already been infiltrated by the ferocious demonic air.

His entire person seemed disoriented.

Seizing the opportunity while the sect master clashed with Baili Tusu, Fuyu made her choice without hesitation — she turned and ran down the mountain, grabbed Wu Xian, and fled beyond the sect’s borders.

It was only shortly after they left.

Ling Yue and the other sword slaves appeared one after another.

Many disciples influenced by Fen Ji drew their swords and joined the battle.

On the highest peak of Tianyong City,

Sword qi raged like a violent storm, sweeping across the entire city.

"Ah... you don’t need to worry about me. Take my token and seek out the Eternal God Cult. These people here cannot stop the demon Baili Tusu.

Fen Ji was too terrifying — it was a demon that devoured people’s hearts without restraint.

Han Su Zhenren is no match for it. Just now, I sensed a great number of people heading toward the mountaintop. Can he possibly suppress so many alone?

They are all disciples loyal to Han Su!

If he makes a single mistake, Tianyong City will be utterly finished! Go and deliver this news... I... I’m already suffocating. There’s no way I can be saved..."

In a short time, the crimson sword aura

began to invade Wu Xian’s spiritual platform, attempting to seize control of his body.

He couldn’t hold on much longer.

Fen Ji’s devouring power was far too terrifying — it was simply beyond anything he could resist!

Fuyu burst into tears. "Can’t you really be saved?!"

"If there were any way, would I say something like this? Fen Ji’s demonic nature is far too strong — even ordinary immortals cannot counteract it. Go..."

The girl had no choice but to mount the crane and depart.

It was only moments after she left.

With a pained cry, Wu Xian finally became Fen Ji’s next vessel. His eyes turned murky.

His entire body’s aura was smothered beneath the demonic spirits.

At this moment, Han Su Zhenren found himself in a desperate predicament. The appearance of Ling Yue and a host of disciples was beyond anything he could have imagined.

Most of the disciples in Tianyong City were already under Baili Tusu’s control.

And the little demon holding the Fen Ji sword was remarkably resistant — even when pierced by sword qi, it barely registered.

Conversely, the longer the battle raged, the more fearless he became.

"Ziyin, Ziyin... what the hell did you do!"

The current Han Su Zhenren was consumed with regret. If he fell today, Tianyong City would be destroyed.

Though it had long been regarded as the foremost martial academy in the world,

against the evil of Fen Ji, there was nothing he could do. Just now, he had seen disciples rushing over after hearing the news — and watched them all fall under Fen Ji’s sword aura, reduced to sword slaves.

What a terrifying demonic sword.

No mortal could withstand it!

Even he, in the continuous battle against Fen Ji, had gradually fallen into disadvantage.

Though he was only an ordinary Immortal,

he was not truly immortal enough.

Had it not been for the immortal energy protecting his body, he would have already become a slave of Fen Ji.

"Stop struggling, old dog. Just let me devour your soul — the soul of an Immortal... now that’s something worth savoring..."

All the disciples spoke in unison with Baili Tusu.

Eerie demonic sounds echoed ceaselessly in Han Su Zhenren’s ears.

Then he heard hallucinations — Ling Yue and the others weeping.

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