Chapter 510: Old Friend Reunion, the Sad Black Dragon!

"Help! Sect Master, cough... Our bodies are out of control! It’s unbearable... Why won’t you save us!"

"It’s all because you failed to manage the martial arts academy properly. This is what you deserve. You shouldn’t even be alive..."

"I hate you, I hate you... Sect Master... I hate you so much..."

Countless demonic voices rang without end.

After a series of failed assaults, Han Su Zhenren finally revealed a fatal opening.

All the disciples surged forward simultaneously, throwing their bodies around the sect master.

Puff.

A sword pierced through flesh.

Han Su Zhenren finally came to his senses. He looked down at the demonic sword buried in his heart and wore an expression of utter despair.

"No... how could this happen..."

"Trash is trash. Obediently become my sustenance..."

Baili Tusu — or rather, the demon of Fen Ji — spoke at that moment.

Having devoured so many souls,

the sword had finally awakened a will of its own!

With the infusion of a vast amount of light, Han Su Zhenren’s head finally drooped. He became the first Immortal soul consumed by Fen Ji.

In an instant, a terrifying demonic energy erupted from the peak of Tianyong City,

engulfing the entire mountain range.

Countless wailing cries filled the air!

The entire martial arts academy had turned into a ferocious hellscape. The spiritual veins of the earth had long since been corroded, and now the demonic energy was released madly.

The corpses placed in the spirit veins by Baili Tusu also began to stir.

Countless disciples lost their souls in their sleep, becoming nourishment for Fen Ji.

The foremost academy in the world — destroyed in a single night!

Elsewhere.

Riding on the back of the crane, Fu Yi flew without pause toward the destination Wu Xian had pointed out.

She dared not rest.

Because every time she closed her eyes, she was plagued by nightmares.

She, too, had been corroded by the demonic energy — the same hostile sensation she had felt when Burning Jiejian was activated.

An urgent force spread through her heart.

"Hurry... please, or I won’t be able to hold on..."

After a night of desperate flight,

just before dawn, Fu Hua finally reached the outskirts of the Eternal God Cult’s headquarters. By this time, her body burned with fever and crimson clouds colored her cheeks.

She was already beginning to succumb to the enchantment.

Fortunately, the flying crane was remarkably steady — she had not fallen.

In a moment, the crane broke through the clouds above the divine realm.

Several figures rose from the ground, blocking the crane’s path.

"Guh..."

The crane let out two clear, mournful cries,

flapping its wings and looking sadly at the approaching faces.

"There’s demonic energy on this person!"

"Given the clothing style, they’re from Tianyong City — they must have escaped from there!"

"Save the person first. Then report to the Chief Priest!"

"Understood."

When Fu Hua awoke, it was already three hours later.

The girl opened her eyes to find a girl her own age looking down at her — the other’s clothing had a distinctive quality, a raw and natural beauty.

"You are...?"

"My name is Feng Qingxue. Are you from Tianyong City?"

"Yes... may I ask where I am?"

"The Eternal God Cult!!!"

"I’m finally here — please let me see the Master Priest! Tianyong City has completely fallen! Baili Tusu, that monster... he’s too terrifying..."

"Calm down, calm down. From the demonic energy saturating your body, we already know something happened over there. Have you met a Wu Xian from Youdu?"

"Yes!"

"Where is he? Didn’t he come back with you?"

"To protect me, he was taken over by Fen Ji!"

Feng Qingxue’s expression instantly darkened. After a long pause, she said: "Is that so? So it came to this."

Though she had already suspected this outcome, it still felt like a weight in her chest.

Fu Hua had expected the long-haired girl before her to speak of vengeance.

Instead, the other’s attitude was eerily calm.

Aren’t they companions?

Why was she reacting like this?

Facing Fuhua’s confused gaze, Feng Qingxue explained: "I’m not as impulsive as you imagine. I know my own limits.

If even an Immortal couldn’t suppress that monster, what chance do I have alone?"

Fu Yi spoke up: "Then why not ask the Eternal God Cult for help?"

"And why would they help you?"

One sentence — it nearly choked Fu Hui to death.

But what she said was correct.

Why should they help?

Fu Yi scrambled to find a reason.

That was it — Fen Ji would inevitably become the enemy of the Eternal God Cult!

"If Fen Ji grows stronger, the Eternal God Cult will be attacked too..."

"Don’t entertain fantasies. Since the real Ziyin came here to attack and avenge his friends, Tianyong City has already become a hostile force to the Eternal God Cult.

The real Ziyin is still hanging on Tianzhu Mountain, suffering."

Feng Qingxue tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and turned to leave.

At the sight of this, Fuhua threw herself off the bed, blocked her path, and dropped to her knees on the floor with a thud.

"Wu Xian is your friend! Please... even if it’s only out of kindness, let me meet the Master Priest!"

"What are you doing?"

"Tianyong City is my home. Whatever the price, as long as the academy can be restored to what it was, I’ll do anything."

Looking at the stubborn girl whose tears streamed down her face,

Feng Qingxue felt a stirring within her.

A few days ago — wasn’t she just like this?

Weak and powerless.

Now she had received the gods’ blessing and gained extraordinary power, yet she couldn’t act without authorization.

"If crying could change anything, there wouldn’t be so many tragedies in this world. Come with me."

"Thank you, Sister."

Fu Hua wiped the tears from her eyes and followed Feng Qingxue to a grand hall.

Near the stone steps, many monks sat kneeling in meditation.

Everyone radiated a powerful aura. The weakest among them had reached the Immortal realm — Fu Yi was stunned.

When did Immortals become so... commonplace?

No wonder the Eternal Church had no fear of the Burning Jiejian.

Even if a few more of those came, they wouldn’t be taken seriously.

Soon, under Feng Qingxue’s guidance, Fu Hua was brought before the Chief Priest of the Eternal God Cult.

The man knelt before an idol, deep in prayer.

After Feng Qingxue entered the hall, she knelt on a cushion and softly said: "Master Priest, Tianyong City has been completely occupied. Wu Xian has also been taken over. It seems they cannot hold on any longer."

Ouyang Shaogong opened his eyes and sighed: "I said from the beginning that Tianyong City would face a great catastrophe — but Wu Xian didn’t trust me..."

"Master, shall we take action now?"

"No. Go and spread the news of Tianyong City’s fall to the other sects, and let them organize the rescue!"

Fu Hua could not believe her ears.

She had thought that once Feng Qingxue brought her here, the gods would dispatch troops. Instead, they were only going to spread word.

"Um... Master Priest, why not take direct action?"

Ouyang Shaogong heard this and smiled faintly: "Different paths — do not seek each other. Tianyong City and the other cultivation academies, all of them bow to the Emperor of Heaven. Should the Emperor take action in cases like this?

Therefore, they should petition the Emperor — not me!"

His logic was simple.

When Fen Ji came for him, it would naturally be seeking its own death.

So the other party would never come.

As for those who resist or even slander the faith — let them learn what suffering truly means.

As for the Emperor?

Hmph. That kind of trash only acted arrogant for a time.

Finally, Fuhua departed.

With faith, she headed toward a fine academy.

Feng Qingxue knelt in the temple and prayed devoutly.

After a long while, Ouyang Shaogong said to Feng Qingxue: "From now on, you may cultivate here in peace. I need to leave."

"Where are you going?"

"Going to find an old friend. The time has come — it’s time for me to act..."

Ouyang Shaogong’s eyes burned with resolve as he gazed at the blue sky beyond the doorway.

Once, because of his friend the Black Dragon, he had ended in utter misery. Now that he had gained strength, he would trample every fairy and god beneath his feet.

But this power was still not enough.

There was still a lacking — a power that could truly crush everything.

The altar was prepared. The offerings were nearly sufficient.

It was only lacking something substantive. This time, he would journey to the East China Sea Ancestral Island, following the intelligence provided by the gods.

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