299: Fu Ling

"Demon Lord of Suffering..." Zhou Xiangyu's heart tightened.

He quietly took a step forward and respectfully performed a salute.

"This Junior has long heard of Senior's great name."

"I never expected to be able to see Senior's true face here today. What incredible fortune!"

Zhou Xiangyu's tone was filled with admiration and awe.

Although he had never actually heard the name Demon Lord of Suffering before.

Beside him, Jiang Ningchan glanced at Zhou Xiangyu with a strange look.

"It was this Junior's fault for mistakenly entering this place and disturbing Senior's cultivation."

"However, the two of us Juniors were coerced by others and had no choice."

"We can only boldly request Senior to guide us and tell us where the exit is located."

Zhou Xiangyu spoke respectfully, various thoughts flashing through his mind.

A powerful expert bearing the title Demonic Lord.

His moods were impossible to gauge.

Even if his current state looked precarious, he was not someone they could provoke casually.

"I don't know if these words will have any effect..."

"I can only do my best and leave the rest to fate..."

"Cough..."

The middle-aged-looking Nascent Soul face lightly coughed, just about to speak.

Suddenly, the Illusory Nascent Soul flickered, and a bitter, aged face appeared before Zhou Xiangyu and Jiang Ningchan.

"Venerable Patrons, this place is an absolute formation; there is no other exit."

Bitter Heart's tone was sorrowful.

Zhou Xiangyu and Jiang Ningchan were startled by this change.

"Senior, this..." Zhou Xiangyu was dumbfounded.

"This is a long story."

"If the two Venerable Patrons wish to leave, they can only return the way they came," Bitter Heart continued.

"That damned Bald Donkey."

"How dare he interrupt this Lord's questioning."

The Nascent Soul changed again, and the face of the Demon Lord of Suffering reappeared in front.

"Venerable Patron..."

"..."

Zhou Xiangyu's heart kept sinking.

"Return the way we came..."

"It's over..."

"Ning Chan, I have harmed you."

Zhou Xiangyu stopped looking at the constantly changing face of the Nascent Soul enveloped in golden light and spoke bitterly to the girl beside him.

Jiang Ningchan gently shook her head, remaining silent.

Only one thought flashed through her mind.

"I won't let anything happen to you..."

Thoughts kept flashing through Zhou Xiangyu's mind as he tried to find other ways to save themselves.

Just as the two faces continued to argue and switch, two more Auras rapidly approached from the heart-crossing bridge.

"Damn it!" Zhou Xiangyu gritted his teeth.

He looked at the golden light barrier ahead, which was covered in swastika symbols.

He pulled Jiang Ningchan's hand and rushed forward.

They crashed into it without resistance.

At this point, he couldn't worry about the Demonic Lord's Nascent Soul.

They were caught between a wolf and a tiger.

Only by using the tiger to devour the wolf was there a sliver of hope.

"Heh heh~"

The Illusory Nascent Soul stopped changing.

The face of the Demon Lord of Suffering glanced at the pair and chuckled.

It was unclear whether it was self-mockery or something else.

Just then, two figures flew down from the heart-crossing bridge.

One old, one young.

They were precisely Old Man Han and Xing Wuye.

"Hmm?"

"You two are actually still alive?" Seeing the pair hiding inside the golden light barrier, Xing Wuye's tone was strange.

His eyes swept over the two corpses and the floating Nascent Soul.

Xing Wuye's mind raced.

Seeing the situation here, he connected it to the rumors he had heard.

Coupled with everything he had encountered before, Xing Wuye composed himself and ignored Zhou Xiangyu and Jiang Ningchan.

He saluted the Illusory Nascent Soul and spoke respectfully:

"Senior Demon Lord of Suffering, my father sent this Junior to rescue you."

"Greetings, Senior Demonic Lord!" Old Man Han also performed a salute.

"Oh?"

"Rescue me?"

"Heh heh~" The Demon Lord of Suffering's tone was mocking.

"You all came for my Legacy, didn't you?"

It sounded like a question, but he didn't seem interested in getting an answer from the four people.

The Demonic Technique cultivated by Xing Wuye and Old Man Han was clearly visible.

When the two appeared, Bitter Heart behind them remained silent, the sorrow in his eyes growing deeper.

"Senior, the two of us Juniors have dull aptitude and dare not covet Senior's Legacy."

From within the golden light, Zhou Xiangyu quickly spoke.

Outside the golden light, Old Man Han's heart stirred.

He sent a sound transmission to Xing Wuye.

Xing Wuye's expression subtly changed.

"Senior must be joking."

"We truly were ordered to come and rescue Senior."

"We hope Senior won't make things difficult for this Junior."

Xing Wuye relaxed, his tone casual, as if victory was assured.

Old Man Han, being a Golden Core True Person, and having accompanied Xing Wuye for many years, had many opportunities to see Immortal Masters.

Thus, he discerned some of the truth.

The Demon Lord of Suffering's Nascent Soul had long lost its power.

It was not enough to pose a threat to him.

This was why Xing Wuye gradually became bolder.

"junior, when this Lord traversed the heavens and earth, you were not yet born. How dare a mere child threaten this Lord!" The Demon Lord of Suffering's tone was chilling.

"Heh heh~"

"Senior, why be like this? This is originally a mutually beneficial matter."

"This Junior rescues you from this cage, and you take this Junior as a Disciple. Wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone?" Xing Wuye smiled faintly, seemingly oblivious to the Demon Lord of Suffering's anger.

"Alas~" Behind him, Bitter Heart sighed softly.

In the corner, Zhou Xiangyu shielded Jiang Ningchan behind him, not daring to speak.

Sweat dripped down his forehead.

His heart was filled with anxiety, yet he was helpless.

Behind him, Jiang Ningchan sighed quietly in her heart.

"Heh, you want it, but this Lord refuses to give it."

"Threaten this Lord? Are you worthy?" The Demon Lord of Suffering sneered.

"Demonic Seed, condense!" He immediately shouted in a deep voice.

The Nascent Soul's Aura suddenly swelled.

Outside the golden light, Old Man Han and Xing Wuye saw this change and retreated rapidly.

They activated all their protective measures, treating the situation as a major threat.

However, as the two retreated, they saw a Demonic Seed emitting black Qi condense upon the corpse of the Demon Lord of Suffering on the ground.

The Demonic Seed plunged into Zhou Xiangyu's body with lightning speed.

"Venerable Patron, you!" Behind him, Bitter Heart's expression changed.

"buddha heart, go!"

A swastika symbol quietly rose from Bitter Heart, enveloping a golden heart, which followed the Demonic Seed and merged into Zhou Xiangyu's heart.

This series of changes occurred in an instant.

By the time Zhou Xiangyu recovered his senses, everything was already over.

Even Jiang Ningchan behind him did not have time to react.

"Bald Donkey, you are severing the Legacy of your Kushan Temple lineage." The Demon Lord of Suffering saw Bitter Heart's action, and his tone was somewhat shocked.

That buddha heart was extraordinary; it was the foundation of the Legacy for successive generations of eminent monks at Kushan Temple.

Moreover, the Kushan Temple lineage was passed down through a single successor.

If Zhou Xiangyu died here, the Legacy of Kushan Temple would be broken.

"It is fate and destiny."

"This old monk cannot stand by and watch this Venerable Patron fall into the Demonic Path." Bitter Heart's tone grew increasingly sorrowful.

"Seeking death!" In a flash of lightning, Xing Wuye was furious.

The Demon Lord of Suffering's Legacy was given to an ant in the Qi Refinement Stage rather than to him.

This filled Xing Wuye with overwhelming humiliation.

"Old Man Han, kill him!" Hearing Xing Wuye's words, Old Man Han's withered right hand suddenly struck out.

An incomparably massive hand of white bone materialized in the air.

"Boom!"

The giant bone hand pressed down on the swastika-covered golden light barrier.

The golden light barrier shattered instantly.

The giant bone hand fiercely slapped toward Zhou Xiangyu and Jiang Ningchan.

The Aura of a Golden Core was fully displayed.

"Pfft~"

As the golden light barrier shattered, a massive force struck, and Zhou Xiangyu spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to his knees.

"Fu Ling!"

Behind him, Jiang Ningchan flew up.

She communicated with the fu ling sword seed in her heart.

In the southern part of the Sword Domain.

In the land of extreme cold.

High atop the Heavenly Forging Peaks.

Inside a solemn and massive ice palace, upon a tall altar.

A three-foot-long sword, pure white with a bloody Aura permeating it, suddenly vanished from the palace.

Before the massive bone hand, Jiang Ningchan turned her head and moved her lips toward Zhou Xiangyu below.

"I am very happy..."

Zhou Xiangyu saw it clearly, and an extreme pain suddenly surged in his heart, just like what he had experienced earlier at the entrance.

A long sword, pure white and permeated with an eerie bloody color, abruptly appeared in the air.

Jiang Ningchan reached out and grasped the sword.

She swung a sword strike toward the giant bone hand and Xing Wuye's location.

"Snow Drifting in the Mortal World!"

The true Snow Drifting in the Mortal World!

"Buzz~"

A pure white sword light tore through the Void Realm, piercing through this Demon-trapping land.

The sword light flashed and disappeared, and the earth quietly split, dividing into two.

Snow flew everywhere.

Pristine white snowflakes covered the entire Ancient Battlefield Ruins.

Beautiful yet deadly.