195: Chapter 195 The Li family colluded with demonic cultivators and has been...exterminated by me!

That flash of gold was even faster than sound.

Gu Changfeng did not panic at all, not even blinking an eye.

Poof.

The golden needle pierced through his "center of the forehead" without any resistance, but it didn't bring out a single drop of blood; instead, it felt like piercing through a layer of illusory mist.

The afterimage slowly dissipated.

Three feet away, Gu Changfeng stood with his hands behind his back, his robe not even lifted half a bit by that sharp edge.

Thud.

The golden needle's momentum remained unabated as it deeply embedded itself into the obsidian pillar behind him, its tail end trembling violently and emitting a tooth-grating hum.

"Geng Gold Qi carrying a core of yi wood, sinister and vicious."

Gu Changfeng turned his head and glanced at the still-vibrating golden needle.

If it were an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator, even one at Foundation Establishment Perfection, facing this close-range sneak attack, they would likely have died on the spot with their brains splattered.

But what was contained within this Clone was a Soul of the Purple Mansion Realm.

That kind of premonition of danger had long been etched into the depths of the Divine Soul, being even three points faster than instinct.

"Trivial tricks."

Gu Changfeng turned around to face the "cangwu listening to the rain painting" hanging on the crossbeam again.

The originally aggressive green pine in the painting seemed to have exhausted all its spirituality at this moment; its branches and leaves were withered, and the ink on the paper had become dull and lifeless.

It was afraid.

Gu Changfeng could clearly perceive an extremely human-like emotion of fear emanating from within this inanimate object.

"Since you have already gained spirit, why bother playing dead?"

Gu Changfeng raised his right hand, and within his palm, the gray Wither and Flourish Qi suddenly condensed, turning into an invisible giant hand that grabbed toward the scroll from a distance.

Buzz!

The scroll shook violently, actually trying to roll itself up and turn into a streak of light to escape through the roof.

"Freeze."

Gu Changfeng spoke the true word.

An invisible giant hand instantly enveloped the entire ancestral shrine.

Space seemed to freeze.

The scroll was like a fly trapped in amber, frozen in mid-air, unable to move.

Gu Changfeng took a step forward and instantly appeared before the scroll.

He showed no mercy, his fingers like hooks as he directly gripped the edge of the scroll.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle.

A layer of green Restriction light erupted from the surface of the scroll, attempting to corrode the invading palm.

But before the Divine Ability of "Withered Meets Spring," this vibrant yi wood spiritual power was nothing more than the best nourishment.

"Devour."

Gray mist surged in Gu Changfeng's palm, instantly swallowing that layer of green light completely.

Crack.

The scroll emitted a shrill wail, like a broken withered branch.

The green pine on the paper began to twist and deform, and finally, it was forcibly stripped from the paper, turning into an azure-gold current that was only as thick as a finger but pure enough to make one's heart palpitate.

Innate Yimu Essence Qi.

This was the true Opportunity that the Li Family ancestor had brought back from some ancient Secret Realm years ago, and it was also the foundation that allowed this painting to be passed down for three hundred years.

Gu Changfeng opened his mouth and inhaled.

Whoosh—

The azure-gold current had no room for struggle and was swallowed into his stomach in one gulp.

The painting paper instantly turned to dust and fluttered down.

Boom!

A muffled sound came from within Gu Changfeng's body.

After entering his stomach, that Essence Qi did not run wild; instead, it was like a traveler returning home, instantly merging into his Meridians, which had long been modified by the "wood chess game" dao seed.

Gu Changfeng closed his eyes, feeling the endless power within his body.

His Meridians, which had been somewhat dry from forcibly activating the Wither and Flourish Qi, were now like a long drought meeting sweet rain, becoming tough and wide.

The sword wound on his left shoulder pierced by Zhao Kun healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving not even a trace of a scar.

"Good stuff."

Gu Changfeng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid Qi; the airflow actually appeared faint emerald green, and as it landed on the ground, it instantly sprouted a tender green seedling.

He clenched his fist.

Not only had the combat power of this Clone improved, but even the proficiency of his main body's Divine Ability had slightly increased, and his comprehension of the Law of Life had deepened.

But this was not enough.

Having taken the benefits, he still had to clean up the mess.

Gu Changfeng looked around.

This ancestral shrine, which had carried the incense of the Li Family for three hundred years, was now as gloomy as a grave.

The painting on the beam was gone, and the spirit tablets on the offering table were scattered all over the ground.

"The Li Family colluded with demonic cultivators and intended to rebel, which was discovered on the spot by this seat."

Gu Changfeng muttered to himself, his voice as flat as if he were stating an established fact.

He flipped his wrist.

Several strangely shaped Magical Artifacts emitting a foul stench appeared in his hand.

There was a poison hook carved with centipede patterns, as well as two black round beads filled with poisonous smoke.

These were the spoils of war scavenged from the corpses of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect on the battlefield earlier.

Clang.

The poison hook was thrown beside Li Heping's pile of ashes that had not yet completely dissipated.

The poison smoke beads were stuffed into a hidden compartment under the offering table.

After doing this, Gu Changfeng took out several forged letters from the depths of his Storage Pouch.

The paper was yellowed and the handwriting was scrawled, and the content was even more explicit.

"...The Paris Polyphylla is ready, awaiting the good news from Brother Poison Hand..."

"...The Taiqing Sect's defenses are empty, it is the perfect time for an inside-outside coordination..."

At the signature, Li Heping's personal seal, which had long since disappeared, was impressively stamped.

Snap.

The letters were casually thrown on the ground, and Gu Changfeng lightly crushed them with his toe, creating the illusion of being dropped in a panic.

"Ironclad evidence."

Gu Changfeng nodded with satisfaction.

With these things, even if other families wanted to make an issue of it, they could only suffer in silence.

After all, anyone who wears the heavy hat of colluding with demonic cultivators is doomed.

He turned and walked out of the ancestral shrine.

It was currently dusk.

The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the entire Qingqiu Mountain a tragic and beautiful red.

The mountain wind howled, carrying a heavy smell of blood.

Those already dead Li Family Cultivators were still hung upside down in mid-air by vines, swaying gently with the wind like strings of withered wind chimes.

Gu Changfeng stood on the ruins and slowly drew the black Flying Sword named "spirit swallower" from his waist.

The sword body trembled, emitting a hum that longed to drink blood.

But he did not swing the sword to kill anyone.

Instead, he slashed down fiercely at the Main Peak of Qingqiu Mountain beneath his feet.

Rumble!

A hundred-zhang-long green Sword Qi fell like heavenly punishment.

The entire mountain peak trembled violently.

Rocks crumbled and soil surged.

That ancestral shrine, which had stood for three hundred years, along with all the secrets and "ironclad evidence" inside, collapsed with this single strike.

Dust filled the sky.

More than half of the mountaintop was forcibly leveled.

Those hanging corpses were buried under the rubble, and the original cause of death could no longer be seen.

Only the few Ten Thousand Poisons Sect Magical Artifacts and letters specifically left behind "luckily" flew out of the ruins under Gu Changfeng's exquisite spiritual control, scattering in conspicuous positions.

A perfect scene.

A tragic "fierce battle," a righteous "cleansing."

Gu Changfeng sheathed his sword.

He tidied his somewhat messy robes, and the cold killing intent on his face instantly vanished, replaced by a paleness and exhaustion after being drained of strength.

Just like a hero who had just experienced a fierce battle and was physically and mentally exhausted for the sake of eliminating evil for the Sect.

He turned and walked toward the mountain gate.

The setting sun stretched his shadow very long, projecting it onto the ruins, making it appear exceptionally lonely and dangerous.

Buzz.

The communication Jade Slip at his waist suddenly vibrated.

Gu Changfeng's footsteps paused slightly.

He took down the Jade Slip and sent his Divine Sense into it.

A slightly anxious yet somewhat probing voice sounded in his mind.

"Elder Gu? I heard there was an anomaly in the direction of Qingqiu Mountain, and even poisonous fire soaring to the sky... Could it be that the Li Family encountered a demonic cultivator attack?"

"I, Chen Yuanqing of the Chen Family, have assembled the elites of my clan and am about to head there to provide support. I wonder how the Elder's safety is?"

The Chen Family.

Under the Taiqing Sect, it was the largest cultivation Family second only to the Li Family.

Usually, they were like grass on a wall swaying with the wind, but now seeing the Li Family in trouble, they couldn't sit still and wanted to probe for information.

They said it was support, but they were likely coming to see if they could get a share of the spoils or to see if Gu Changfeng was dead.

"Support?"

Gu Changfeng looked at the shimmering Jade Slip in his hand, and a cold arc slowly formed at the corner of his mouth.

He did not reply immediately.

Instead, he let the Jade Slip vibrate for three breaths before slowly injecting a stream of spiritual power.

"No need."

"The Li Family colluded with demonic cultivators and has been... exterminated by this seat."

Two simple sentences.

Yet they carried a smell of blood so thick it could not be dissipated.

Gu Changfeng could imagine what kind of terrified expression Old Ancestor Chen Yuanqing would have at this moment in the distant Chen Family estate upon hearing these words.

He put away the Jade Slip and did not look back.