28: The devil puts the blame on you

The Blackwind Stronghold's treasury had long since been blasted open by violent Spells.

The Spirit Stones and Medicinal Pills inside were almost completely looted by the Righteous Path Disciples who had rushed over upon hearing the news.

When Jiang Chen walked in, only a few Qingcheng Sword Sect Disciples remained, rummaging in the corners for any overlooked treasures.

They were startled when they saw Jiang Chen enter, then their eyes turned fierce.

“Where did this Devil Head come from, seeking death!”

One Disciple, without thinking, thrust a sword at him.

Jiang Chen didn't even look at him.

He merely raised his hand casually.

Pfft.

With a soft sound.

A tiny blood-hole appeared between the Disciple's eyebrows, the ferocity on his face instantly froze, and he fell straight down.

The remaining Disciples' pupils contracted violently.

They hadn't even seen how the other party had attacked!

Fear instantly seized their hearts.

“You…”

They were about to call for help.

But Jiang Chen's figure, like a ghost, flashed past each of them.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Again, several almost inaudible soft sounds.

Silence returned to the treasury.

Jiang Chen's gaze fell on a black iron treasure chest in the deepest part of the treasury, protected by layers of Restrictions.

This was the true core of the Blackwind Stronghold.

He stretched out his hand, and Formless Life Essence circulated.

Those Restrictions, which seemed quite troublesome even to Golden Core Cultivators, were easily dismantled under the analysis of his “Array Dao Heavenly Heart,” like they were made of paper.

The treasure chest opened.

A cold, evil aura soared into the sky from within.

A an ancient banner, entirely black, with countless painful, distorted human faces embroidered on its surface, lay quietly inside.

Soul Suppressing Demon Banner.

A powerful High Grade Demonic Path Magic Treasure, and also the key to unlocking a certain ancient Demonic Path Legacy.

This was Song Daoyi's, or rather, the three great Sects', true objective for this trip.

Jiang Chen picked up the Demon Banner.

A cold, violent, and murderous intent, following the banner pole, tried to invade his Divine Soul.

Any other Cultivator, even a Golden Core, caught off guard, would have their mind affected by this demonic intent.

But before Jiang Chen's “Undying Demonic Heart.”

This demonic intent was like a small stream flowing into a vast ocean; it couldn't even stir up a single wave before being absorbed, assimilated, and transformed into pure nourishment by his Demonic Heart.

Jiang Chen, holding the Demon Banner, walked out of the treasury.

He did not hide his figure.

Instead, he swaggered towards the Forbidden Ground in the back mountain.

Soon.

A team of Qingcheng Sword Sect Disciples, who were searching the back mountain, discovered him.

“Look! What is that person holding?”

“It's the Soul Suppressing Demon Banner! It's that Demonic Treasure!”

“Who is he? Li Tianxiong's son, Li Feiyang?”

The Disciples were both surprised and delighted.

They were about to go forward and surround him.

But Jiang Chen, as if startled by them, suddenly turned his head.

At this moment, Jiang Chen's face, using spiritual power, deliberately mimicked Li Feiyang's twisted and frantic expression of pain.

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with resentment and hatred.

“All you hypocrites! You all must die! My father is dead! You won't live either!”

He let out a hoarse roar, filled with endless hatred.

This performance was perfect.

In the eyes of these Qingcheng Disciples, this was completely and utterly a Young Lord of the Demonic Path who, having lost his family and home, with no way out, was forced into a desperate situation!

After shouting.

Jiang Chen ignored them, holding the Demon Banner, and rushed madly into the ruins in the back mountain, which were piled with debris.

“Oh no! He's trying to escape!”

“Quick! Quickly inform Elder Song! The Devil Head's son is trying to escape with the Demonic Treasure!”

One Disciple immediately crushed his communication jade slip.

The attention of the entire Righteous Path allied army was instantly drawn.

Song Daoyi, who was originally Encirclement and suppression the remaining forces of the Blackwind Stronghold, instantly burst with unprecedented brilliance in his eyes upon receiving the news.

Found it!

He unhesitatingly abandoned Li Tianxiong, who was already at the end of his rope, and transformed into a streak of azure lightning, speeding towards the back mountain.

“Stop!”

Behind him, hundreds of elite Disciples from the three great Sects also followed closely.

In their opinion, how could the merit of exterminating the remaining bandits compare to the merit of seizing the Demonic Treasure and capturing and killing the Devil Head's son?

When Song Daoyi arrived at the back mountain ruins.

He happened to see.

That “Li Feiyang,” amidst a pile of collapsed rubble, activated a faint, flickering teleportation array.

The light of the teleportation array was becoming unstable, as if it could close at any moment.

“You won't escape!”

Song Daoyi roared, his sword arriving before he did!

A thick, purple lightning Sword Qi, spanning a thousand zhang, did not strike Jiang Chen, but accurately blasted the edge of that teleportation array!

He actually intended to use his immense spiritual power, half a step into the Nascent Soul stage, to forcibly stabilize this Coming soon closing teleportation array!

He was afraid.

Afraid that if he killed “Li Feiyang” with one sword and the teleportation array closed, the Soul Suppressing Demon Banner would be lost forever in the spatial turbulence.

What he wanted was to capture him alive, to seize the treasure!

A hint of “panic” flashed across Jiang Chen's face.

He looked back at Song Daoyi, who was rushing towards him, as if he had made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and stepped into the teleportation light gate with the Demon Banner.

His figure instantly disappeared.

“It worked!”

Song Daoyi was overjoyed.

He immediately recognized that this was a one-way ancient teleportation array; once the target had teleported, he only needed to follow to catch them like a turtle in a jar!

“All Golden Core Elders, follow me in pursuit!”

“We must capture this fiend alive and retrieve the Demonic Treasure!”

Song Daoyi did not hesitate in the slightest.

He took the lead, being the first to rush into the teleportation light gate that he had forcibly stabilized.

Behind him.

Qingcheng Sword Sect, Golden Light Temple, Hundred Flowers Valley, a total of over thirty Golden Core Elders, as well as over a hundred Core Disciples in the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment, also scrambled to step into the light gate.

In their eyes, the other end of the light gate held immense merit and easily obtainable secret treasures.

Light flickered.

Everyone's figures disappeared from the teleportation array.

Silence returned to the ruins.

Only the stone platform, which had completely turned to dust due to energy depletion, proved everything that had just happened here.

A grand funeral, targeting a half-step Nascent Soul.

The feast had begun.