darknovel Chapter 50 Old Demon Han is inexplicably implicated
Chapter 50 Old Demon Han is inexplicably implicated
The sarcastic words, each one piercing to the heart, utterly crushed Wang Chan's last shred of dignity.
He had cultivated for nearly thirty years. As the only young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, he had held a high position and been respected by others since childhood, and had roamed freely. He had never been so publicly humiliated and treated with such utter contempt.
After days of scheming backfiring and suffering defeat after defeat, his beloved Daoist partner, whom he had been obsessed with, was now being publicly taken advantage of and had lost all face. The pent-up anger finally broke through its shackles, and he could no longer suppress the overwhelming killing intent surging in his heart.
Humiliation! Revenge for having my wife stolen!
In an instant, Wang Chan's eyes turned bloodshot, and his body surged with a frenzied, dark red aura of malevolence. His killing intent had consumed all reason, and he acted recklessly, disregarding everything else!
In an instant, a green flying fork appeared in his right hand.
A flash of blood! He directly activated the Blood Spirit Great Art secret technique, unleashing the unparalleled speed of the Blood Escape Technique. His figure transformed into a scarlet rainbow, tearing through the air, and rushed straight towards Su Mixin, who was at the forefront of the opposite crowd, intending to launch a sneak attack and avenge his humiliation.
Just as his blood-red rainbow was about to strike and killing intent was about to descend, a figure suddenly flashed out from Su Mixin's side.
Li Chongyue moved with ease, instantly blocking Su Mixin's path. His expression was indifferent and calm. Facing Wang Chan's sudden attack, he neither dodged nor avoided, but casually pushed out a palm.
What seemed like a casual strike of magical power actually carried a powerful and refined Core Formation stage magical power, crashing into the oncoming green flying fork artifact.
Bang!
A muffled, loud bang rang out, and the violent aura of bloodlust was instantly crushed and dissipated.
Wang Chan's all-out sneak attack was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, utterly vulnerable.
He was violently thrown back by this immense force, his body tumbling and rolling in the air, his blood surging, looking extremely disheveled.
In mid-air, the Li brothers, who were locked in a stalemate with the Crimson Serpent Demons, were shocked to see this and lost all will to continue the confrontation. They immediately turned into two streaks of scarlet light and rushed back down, landing in an instant beside Wang Chan and steadily supporting him as he flew backward and landed on the ground.
The two looked down and saw that Wang Chan's face was pale, his breathing was disordered, and his eyes were still bloodshot, full of resentment and madness.
But everyone present knew perfectly well that Li Chongyue's attack just now, though seemingly simple, was actually perfectly timed and controlled. He merely knocked the opponent back without actually killing them, clearly indicating that he had been instructed by Su Mixin to deliberately hold back and not deliver a fatal blow.
Su Mixin turned her head to the side, her gaze sweeping over Yan Yan, the patriarch of the Yan family, with a subtle hint in her eyes.
Yan Yan understood immediately and nodded slightly in response. He then stepped out of the crowd and walked straight to the open space at the very front of the venue.
His long, unrestrained, fiery red hair shone brightly in the morning light, making him stand out among the crowd and instantly capturing everyone's attention. More than two hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators from various forces, large and small, in the Yue Kingdom all focused their gazes on him, and the entire place fell silent.
Facing the cultivators from all directions, Yan Yan remained composed, raising his hand to gracefully bow to everyone, displaying impeccable manners and an air of authority.
The next moment, he activated his powerful divine sense to enhance his voice, and the clear sound spread out, steadily enveloping the entire western hill and reaching everyone's ears.
"Fellow practitioners of Yue Kingdom, I am Yan Yan, the current head of the Yan family. Today, I hereby publicly declare the truth behind all the changes that have occurred during this treasure-hunting event."
"The root cause of this sudden chaos at the grand event lies not with my Yan family, but with the Ghost Spirit Sect."
"Recently, the Ghost Spirit Sect has been trying to coerce and win over my Yan family to submit to them. They are secretly plotting a vicious scheme to set up a deadly trap during this treasure-hunting conference, intending to wipe out all the cultivators from the four directions of Yue Kingdom and use the Yin Fire Array to sacrifice their souls and satisfy their own selfish desires for cultivation."
"Our Yan family will never stoop to such heinous acts of wreaking havoc on the common people and slaughtering our fellow practitioners. We have repeatedly refused the coercion and enticement of the Ghost Spirit Sect."
"However, the Yan family is weak and isolated, with only me, a Core Formation cultivator, in charge. We are powerless to confront the Ghost Spirit Sect head-on. We can only pretend to be compliant and patient, feigning acquiescence and watching from the sidelines, just to protect the lives of our clansmen and wait for an opportunity to break the deadlock."
"Today, thanks to the great masters of the Thousand Illusions Sect and the Joyful Union Sect who came from afar to provide assistance and stepped forward, we were able to completely expose the Ghost Spirit Sect's insidious scheme, thwart this shocking conspiracy to slaughter cultivators from all directions, and save the lives of everyone present."
"In addition, I hereby announce to the world: the Tianluo Kingdom's demonic alliance is fully prepared and the flames of invasion are imminent. The Yue Kingdom is in turmoil and its fate is about to collapse."
"Our Yan family is powerless to resist the tide and is unwilling to make a futile sacrifice like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Therefore, we have decided to take advantage of the time before the war to migrate peacefully and evacuate the entire clan, so as to withdraw from the conflict of Yue Kingdom and avoid the calamity of war."
After he finished speaking, a huge commotion erupted in the room.
These words contained a tremendous amount of information, like thunderbolts exploding in everyone's hearts, causing all the Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Yue Kingdom present to be greatly shaken and filled with fear.
It was only after a long time that everyone realized that what seemed like an ordinary competition venue was actually a long-planned trap!
Unaware of their own existence, they had just narrowly escaped death, and in a matter of moments, they would have all become the blood sacrifices of the Yin Fire Array, their bodies and souls scattered and their spirits dispersed.
A chill ran down the spines of countless people, and a sense of lingering fear swept over them.
If it weren't for the Yan family's patient planning and timely intervention in conjunction with the two major sects, none of the cultivators present today would have been able to leave this mountain alive.
Meanwhile, another, more pressing question lingered in everyone's minds—was war about to break out in Tianluo Kingdom?
This means that the peace of the cultivation world in Yue Kingdom is over, chaos is coming, the world is about to change, and the whole world will probably be completely transformed!
In the far corner of the crowd, Han Li stood quietly in the shadows, his eyes flickering with turmoil, his mind in turmoil. Ever since the situation was exposed and the two sides began to confront each other, he had repeatedly considered retreating, wanting only to immediately extricate himself from this dangerous and deadly place.
However, he remained rational, and all the cultivators in the room remained silent and did not make any rash moves. This was not because they were slow to react, but because everyone knew the truth.
At this moment, there were still Core Formation cultivators from the Ghost Spirit Sect guarding the airspace. Their terrifying divine sense pressure locked down the entire area, and no one dared to be the first to step forward.
Once someone tries to escape first, they will be instantly locked onto by a Core Formation expert and become a sacrifice to scare the others.
Of course, at that time, all the cultivators would scatter like birds and beasts, and chaos would ensue.
Therefore, everyone suppressed their desire to escape, stood frozen in place, held their breath and watched, not daring to overstep their bounds in the slightest.
After several exchanges, Wang Chan's raging anger subsided slightly, but Yan Yan's words, which exposed him in public and hit the nail on the head, still made his face under the mask so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water, and the murderous aura surrounding him became even more chilling.
Now that things have come to this, the entire plan has been broken and all our cards have been revealed.
The only hope to turn the tide lies in the Yin Fire Array, which has already been set up and is ready to be unleashed.
He suppressed his surging anger, his gaze darkening slightly. He was about to secretly transmit his voice to the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators who were controlling the formation at the rear, ordering them to immediately activate the formation and forcibly sacrifice the entire area with blood.
But at this critical moment, Su Mixin suddenly released her right hand that was gently caressing Yan Ruyan's slender waist, took two steps forward alone, came to the front, and calmly locked her gaze on the disheveled Wang Chan.
Amplified by divine sense, a clear voice resounded throughout the entire mountaintop, carrying undisguised mockery and contempt: "Wang Chan, I called you trash. Aren't you very resentful?"
Wang Chan raised her eyes, her gaze filled with a surge of malevolence, replaced by a cold indifference. She gave a cold laugh, then fell silent, unwilling to linger any longer.
Seeing this, Su Mixin shook her head slightly, her tone even more sarcastic: "You dare to be unconvinced?"
His gaze shifted downwards, landing on the green flying fork tightly gripped in Wang Chan's right hand, publicly exposing his true identity: "What? Isn't this green flying fork magic weapon in your hand the same one used by that Foundation Establishment cultivator from your Ghost Spirit Sect who participated in defeating my sect's Su Han and ultimately won the Soul Tempering Pill during the arena competition at the Ghost Spirit Sect's Soul Shattering True Person's birthday banquet half a year ago?"
"Now it's fallen into your hands, young master. Could it be that you coveted your disciples' treasures and forcibly demanded and seized them? What is this behavior if not the act of a good-for-nothing?"
He abruptly changed the subject, his words piercing to the heart of the matter: "Or is it that your second uncle, Wang Tiangu, the Nascent Soul stage cultivator and deputy sect leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect, is unwilling to part with even a mere Soul Tempering Pill?"
"How could a Nascent Soul cultivator be so narrow-minded?"
"Has the Ghost Spirit Sect fallen so low? Yet it still clings to its pride and tries to maintain its prestige, even stingy with a single pill to aid in Core Formation. It can only make you, the young master, resort to borrowing a disciple's magic weapon to recoup a Soul Tempering Pill. How utterly ridiculous."
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room became subtly tense.
Tian Buque, who was standing to the side, first trembled slightly on the shoulders, and then could no longer hold back. He burst out laughing and then laughed loudly, making no attempt to hide his mockery.
Li Chongyue, Lu Xin, and the Core Formation cultivators from the two major sects, including Madam Yulan and the Chen Twin Demons, all smiled and looked at Wang Chan with mockery, as if they were looking at a huge joke.
The mocking gazes of the crowd completely shattered Wang Chan's last bit of forbearance.
Enraged, he gritted his teeth and growled, "You're talking nonsense! It was clearly you who was outmaneuvered by me first! Your junior from the Su family fell into my trap, lost an arm and was defeated, and your young master of the Thousand Illusions Sect also lost face in the bet, suffering a crushing defeat! What does this have to do with the magnanimity of outsiders in my Ghost Spirit Sect!"
Su Mixin's sarcasm grew stronger, and her tone was extremely contemptuous: "That's all you've got. All you can do is resort to these underhanded and dirty tricks. You're petty, narrow-minded, and utterly useless."
"Further discussion on cultivation and innate talent."
His words were firm and resounding: "You and I both possess different spiritual roots and hold the position of young master of one of the six major sects of the demonic path. Our cultivation techniques and sect resources are equal."
"But you are more than ten years older than me, yet your cultivation level is still only at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage. I have completely caught up with you, and have even surpassed you."
"With your talent and progress, do you even deserve to be compared to me? Do you even deserve to scheme against me based on a vulgar outsider's claim of equal standing?"
Wang Chan's face turned ashen, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word of rebuttal.
Facts speak louder than words. The undeniable difference in cultivation level and progress was laid bare before everyone, leaving him speechless and all his struggles appearing pale and laughable.
Su Mixin persisted, adding with a faint sarcasm: "I called you a piece of trash, yet you're still unwilling to accept it and stubbornly insist on your point."
"Don't compare yourself to me."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed to Han Li, who was silently hiding in the corner of the crowd, avoiding trouble.
"Take a look at that Fellow Daoist Han from Yellow Maple Valley."
"As far as I know, Fellow Daoist Han only has the lowest grade of pseudo-spiritual root. His talent is far inferior to yours, and he is also several years younger than you. However, his cultivation has improved rapidly and he is about to catch up with your level."
"The Ghost Spirit Sect possesses a vast foundation and endless resources, all dedicated to your cultivation. Yet you squander your exceptional talent and top-tier resources, indulging in laziness and wasting time. Your cultivation progress is even slower than that of a mere pseudo-spiritual root cultivator. If you're not trash, then who is?"
This comment was like a sharp blade, piercing deeply into Wang Chan's heart.
Wang Chan suddenly turned her head, her crimson, furious eyes filled with a chilling aura, staring intently at Han Li in the corner, her overwhelming malevolence locked onto this innocent Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Han Li, who was standing in the corner of the crowd, froze on the spot, feeling completely bewildered and confused.
He inwardly groaned: What exactly does this young master Su mean? Did he investigate me? Calling me out in public—is he deliberately trying to use me to intimidate others and bring trouble upon himself? What grudge do they hold against me? For no reason, I've become the center of attention and suffered this undeserved misfortune!
In an instant, the eyes of all two hundred or so Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Yue Kingdom converged on Han Li, their probing, scrutinizing, and astonished gazes pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe.
Han Li felt a chill run down his spine, and every hair on his body stood on end. An extreme sense of crisis instantly enveloped his entire body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.