231: Chapter 231 Old Man in Ink Painting

The power of the talisman treasure was overwhelming, causing all the Cultivators on the periphery to feel a pang of palpitations.

Seeing this, Ye Tianhao gripped the sword in his hand, tossed a treasure box to Lu Shaoyou, and said, "Senior Brother, the aura in the distance seems to be from a talisman treasure. Could it be that the Cultivators over there have made a major discovery?"

Lu Shaoyou looked at Elder Yun Jian, who saw the surrounding Cultivators all rushing in that direction.

If there were treasures inside, it would be a pity to miss out.

However, Yun Jian did not dare to head there rashly. After some consideration, he immediately said, "The fluctuations of a talisman treasure are anything but ordinary. If we rush in blindly, we might get caught in a chaotic battle."

Lu Shaoyou put the treasure box into his Storage Pouch, staying alert for any nearby Cultivators.

"Elder is absolutely right, but currently more than half of the Cultivators are rushing there. If a truly great treasure has emerged, wouldn't our Sect fall behind? Moreover, the evil and sinister aura of that talisman treasure is extremely heavy; it's highly likely that a demonic Cultivator is behind this."

Upon hearing this, Yun Jian said in surprise, "Could it be those people from the Xuanyou Sect? Have they already found the so-called demon god inheritance?"

Seeing this, Ye Tianhao asked, "Elder, do you think the Sect Leader of the Xuanyou Sect might also be here?"

"It's very likely," Yun Jian said. "Xuan Yin has been plotting for so long, bypassing the blockades of the major Sects, all to find that demon god inheritance. Given his nature, he will definitely come in person, which means..."

At this point, Yun Jian's breathing became rapid.

Now that they were deep within the Minghai Realm, the cultivation of all Cultivators was suppressed to the Foundation Establishment Stage.

This meant that the Golden Core Middle Stage demonic Cultivator, Xuan Yin, was currently nothing more than a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. If they could kill him, wouldn't they be ridding themselves of a great menace?

But the situation was currently unclear, so a sharp glint flashed in Yun Jian's eyes as he immediately made up his mind.

He raised his hand to stop the Disciples who were about to set off: "Pass down my command: all Disciples of the Sect are to slow down and follow the crowd, but do not charge to the front!

If the righteous Cultivators and demonic Cultivators start fighting, we will wait for our chance to act, wipe out the demonic Cultivators, and secure the Opportunity. If it's a trap, withdraw immediately; do not linger in battle!"

"As you command!"

The group of Disciples responded in unison. They restrained their spiritual power and quietly retreated half a step, following at the end of the crowd while remaining on high alert.

Meanwhile, the residual power of the talisman treasure outside the secret chamber was still raging.

A black-gold evil wind swirled with gravel and debris, gnawing the ground here into a mess.

That bone-corroding sinister aura spread outward through the cracks of the secret chamber, instantly alerting the treasure-seeking Cultivators throughout the Minghai Realm.

"It's a demonic Cultivator's talisman treasure! What intense Evil Qi!"

"The people from the Xuanyou Sect must still be inside. It's possible they found something good and caused a major commotion!"

The eyes of the Cultivators from various Sects were both fervent and wary as they gathered toward the secret chamber in groups of three to five.

Flying Swords and Magic Treasures were unsheathed together, and fluctuations of spiritual power rose and fell.

The originally silent perilous land instantly became incredibly noisy, with hidden killing intent surging.

Inside the secret chamber.

Ye Jing flicked away the bloodstains on his hands.

The corpse of the demonic Cultivator at his feet had already turned into a pool of foul-smelling black blood.

The dense Evil Qi of the Xuanyou Sect soared into the sky, leaking out frantically through the cracks opened by the talisman treasure.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth. Surrounded by Hei Feng, his figure flashed, hiding in the shadows against the stone wall, his eyes fixed on the tightly closed palace door.

"Xuan Yin, do you think you can survive just by hiding in the hall?"

"Using a talisman treasure has exposed your location. Combined with this soaring Evil Qi, those Cultivators have likely surrounded this place so tightly that not even water could leak through."

Ye Jing now knew Xuan Yin's strength; facing the siege of so many Cultivators, he would likely find it difficult to escape.

Whether he was heavily injured or died, it was something Ye Jing would be happy to see.

The only trouble was that Ye Jing knew nothing of the situation inside, so while hiding his figure, he could only hope those Cultivators would arrive as soon as possible to break open the door.

Inside the door, Xuan Yin had a gloomy expression. Having finished absorbing his father, he said coldly, "Able to control Yao Beasts and possessing many Magic Treasures... is this man the head of the Ye Family, Ye Jing, who killed many of my Xuanyou Sect Disciples?"

Aside him, Ku Mu was trembling, not daring to look up: "Yes... Sect Leader!"

"Then why didn't you report it before? And that idiot Xuan Ming! To think he couldn't even figure out the background of a rural family after all these years—you're all useless!"

Xuan Yin roared in fury.

Ku Mu hurriedly said, "Sect Leader, it's all because that fellow Xuan Ming overdid things by thinking the Ye Family was too powerful. The people he sent were delivered right into the tiger's mouth, and now he's provoked him to come here. It's truly..."

"Enough! All of it is just excuses!"

Xuan Yin laughed out of extreme anger, his blood-red eyes churning with bone-corroding malice. Black-purple Devilish Qi surged around him, actually causing the bluestone floor beneath his feet to crack inch by inch.

He raised his hand to sweep a burst of violent Devilish Qi directly at Ku Mu. Ku Mu screamed as he was sent flying.

He crashed heavily against the stone wall, coughing up black blood. Most of the bones in his body were shattered, yet he didn't even dare to groan. He could only crawl on the ground, trembling and not daring to breathe loudly.

"We'll discuss the punishment once we're out. The trouble now is those Cultivators. There's nothing in this palace besides this Evil Qi. Where exactly is the so-called Legacy!"

Xuan Yin gritted his teeth. He swept around with his Divine Sense but still hadn't found the target, which was truly frustrating.

This palace was empty, the only thing there being an ink painting hanging in mid-air.

In the painting was an old man fishing, and the ink-painted water around him was slowly flowing.

Xuan Yin tapped his head as images of his father surfaced in his mind. In them, his father was also being besieged by a group of people, holding that jade token in his hand before diving in.

Eventually, he obtained that Legacy.

But the memory cut off there.

As a former Sect Leader of the Xuanyou Sect who had entered twice, he had brought out many good things. Even the Three Yin Spirit Devouring Art that Xuan Yin Cultivated and the Blood Soul Vein-Extinguishing Array that wiped out the Chen Family had come from within.

Calculated this way, this Soul Transformation demonic Cultivator was actually the Old Ancestor of their Xuanyou Sect.

Because the Cultivation Techniques they initially Cultivated were a perfect match for him.

Thinking of this, Xuan Yin gritted his teeth, looked at the painting, and reached out to touch it.

The moment he touched the scroll, it began to move without any wind. The old man in the painting instantly began to stir within it.

Xuan Yin's pupils shrank. He felt a vast and cold will crushing down from the painting. That was by no means an ordinary Magic Treasure, but a residual Divine Thought imprint of an ancient demon god!

Suppressing the panic in his heart, Devilish Qi surged from his fingertips as he pressed down hard on the scroll, attempting to forcibly refine this supreme treasure using the Three Yin Spirit Devouring Art.

But the Ink Painting Old Man only slowly raised his eyes. As that plain and ordinary gaze swept over him, Xuan Yin's whole body trembled, and the Devilish Qi around him rapidly melted away like snow meeting fire.

"Junior, how dare you lay a finger on this seat's Legacy?"

The aged and indifferent voice exploded directly in the depths of Xuan Yin's Divine Soul.

Xuan Yin hurriedly knelt: "Junior has no intention of disturbing Senior; I only came to seek the ancestor's Legacy and revitalize the Xuanyou Sect!"

His forehead pressed hard against the cold ground, and most of the Devilish Qi around him dissipated.

Even his Divine Soul was locked down by that vast will, unable to move.

The pressure from that single glance just now was far more terrifying than the several life-and-death crises he had experienced, as if with just a thought from the demon god, his Divine Soul would be destroyed, leaving nothing behind.