248: Chapter 248 Eighth Brother, please accept my condolences!

A visible energy wave of a thousand feet kicked up dust to fill the sky, rippling out from the point of impact like water waves!

Jiang Lan and the black-robed man were both knocked back by the shockwave of the battle. Their feet plowed furrows a hundred feet long into the ground like rakes before they could steady themselves and stop!

Both Jiang Lan and the black-robed man were shocked in their hearts!

Jiang Lan was shocked because the Golden Core he had formed was the [five dragons perfect golden thunder pill], and his Physique was the [Ancient Desolate Sacred Body], tempered by devouring ten thousand miles of tribulation cloud. Now, his physical strength could at least rival an [Integration Realm Peak Perfection] Body Cultivator.

The black-robed man before him had a cultivation level of only [Nascent Soul Stage Peak Perfection]. Logically, Jiang Lan should have been able to kill him with a single punch. Yet, after that fierce exchange, they were only evenly matched. How was this possible?

The black-robed man was shocked because his [Nascent Soul Stage Peak Perfection] cultivation was a full major realm higher than that of Shu Mountain's Virtuous Cloud Child. Crucially, he had completely entered a frenzied demonic state, making his strength at least ten times that of a Cultivator of the same level.

His earlier [Wind Demon Punch] should have been fatal even if a [Spirit Transformation Realm] old monster had taken it head-on!

But he had only fought to a draw with Shu Mountain's Virtuous Cloud Child. How was this possible?

Neither Jiang Lan nor the black-robed man would back down. The two turned into afterimages, engaging in close-quarters combat—fist to flesh, every strike drawing blood!

The sounds of their impact, like a summer night's rainstorm pounding on the cold ground, exploded densely in the Void Realm above the [Demon Wind Sect], echoing continuously across the land of the [Demon Spirit Realm]!

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The [Demon Wind Sect]'s protective grand array operated slowly, blocking all the shockwaves from the battle between Jiang Lan and the black-robed man outside the array!

Everyone in the [Demon Wind Sect] was dressed in mourning clothes. Everywhere the eye could see was painted snowy white!

Wailing and howling cries occasionally drifted out from the main peak's hall, making one's scalp tingle!

The reason was simple.

The mentor of the [Demon Wind Sect]'s Old Ancestor [Master Mo Fengzi], [Demon Spirit Daoist], had died tragically last night at Shu Mountain in the [Taixu Realm], leaving not even a bone behind!

The entire [Demon Wind Sect] was setting up a funeral hall for the [Demon Spirit Daoist], wearing mourning clothes to commemorate the deceased!

In the funeral hall of the [Demon Wind Sect]'s main peak, two ancient bluestone coffins lay quietly in the center of the hall, motionless!

In front of the ancient bluestone coffins were two mounted paintings.

One depicted an old man in a python-patterned black robe with blood-red eyes. Wisps of ink-black Devilish Qi rose from his body. His robes fluttered, and the python-patterned black robe snapped like a war flag. His silhouette overlapped with the cold moon, looking like a Demonic Lord descending upon the world!

It was indeed the [Demon Spirit Daoist]!

The other painting depicted a Young Maiden wearing a thin purple gauze dress, her exquisite face covered by a thin white veil.

Above the two peaks on the Young Maiden's chest was a faint pink tenderness unique to young girls. The night wind lifted her skirt, revealing a pair of long, fair legs!

The Young Maiden was the Eighth Wife of the [Demon Spirit Daoist], and [Master Mo Fengzi]'s sister, [Feng Xueying]!

[Feng Xueying] had dressed up glamorously last night and was sent into the [Azure Eagle]'s secret room along with several other wives, where she was brutally ravaged to death!

Like a late begonia in a summer night's rainstorm, she was ruthlessly beaten down by the storm, tragically falling onto the cold ground, crushed by wheels, and merged into the soil!

"Revered Master... you died such a miserable death!

Revered Master! How can I live without you?!"

A man in his twenties, somewhat handsome, with wisps of Devilish Qi rising from him and a black whirlwind mark burning on his forehead, was draped in white mourning clothes. He knelt before the bluestone coffin, his face full of grief, wailing on the ground!

This somewhat handsome man in his twenties was the [Demon Wind Sect]'s Old Ancestor, [Master Mo Fengzi].

[Master Mo Fengzi]'s eyes bulged and were bloodshot. Pearl-like tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, dripping "patter, patter" onto the cold ground, creating small blooms of icy mist! His body couldn't help but twitch and tremble with sobs!

Seven figures stood behind [Master Mo Fengzi]. The leader was an old man with white hair and a white beard. The old man's silver hair draped over his shoulders, and a small nine-colored flame burned at his brow. He wore a white robe with the words "Mo Yan" written in blood on the back!

Indeed!

The old man with white hair and a white beard was the eldest Disciple of the [Demon Spirit Daoist], [Daoist Mo Yan].

[Daoist Mo Yan]'s old eyes were now red and moist, shimmering with tears!

A few days ago, four of [Daoist Mo Yan]'s Personal Disciples had all died tragically in the [Taixu Realm], and last night, his Revered Master had also died there.

Losing five loved ones in just a few days was like a thousand-ton iron hammer striking five times against this elderly man's fist-sized heart in his twilight years!

But [Daoist Mo Yan] knew now was not the time for sentimentality. After learning of their Revered Master [Demon Spirit Daoist]'s tragic death in the [Taixu Realm] last night, the seven of them had flown over a hundred thousand miles overnight to reach the [Demon Wind Sect]!

However, the seven of them hadn't come to mourn their Revered Master, but for the [boundary crossing fee]!

While the [Demon Spirit Daoist] was alive, because he doted on his Eighth Wife, he had handed over all the [boundary crossing fee] collections of the [Demon Spirit Realm] to his eighth Disciple, [Master Mo Fengzi].

One must know that the [boundary crossing fee] could bring in at least ten million Spirit Stones a day!

Although the other seven Senior Brothers had objections in their hearts, they didn't dare say anything on the surface, as it was their Revered Master's arrangement after all.

But it was different now. Their Revered Master was dead, and the [boundary crossing fee] should naturally be split equally among the eight of them!

The seven of them had traveled all night without closing their eyes. As soon as they entered, they stood there, watching [Master Mo Fengzi] cry before the spirit tablet for six full hours as if they'd seen a ghost!

[Daoist Mo Yan] wiped the corners of his moist eyes.

"Old Eighth, you've been crying at Revered Master's spirit for six hours since we arrived. You must restrain your grief. After all, Revered Master, he..."

"Sister, you died so miserably!

Without you, how can I live..."

[Daoist Mo Yan] and the others were completely stunned! After waiting for six hours with great difficulty, just as Old Eighth had finished crying for their Revered Master, he had crawled over to the Eighth Wife to cry!

[Daoist Mo Yan] and the others could finally sit still no longer. They exchanged looks and signaled each other. The pressure of the [Spirit Transformation Realm] suddenly erupted from the seven of them. Working together, they forcibly dragged [Master Mo Fengzi] out of the funeral hall!

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting several dappled spots of light in the [Demon Wind Sect]'s meeting hall.

Eight figures sat in the meeting hall, where the sound of a man sobbing could be heard faintly. In the main seat of the meeting hall sat a somewhat handsome man in his twenties, his body emitting wisps of Devilish Qi.