396: Chapter 396 Not a Single Bit Left

A cyan-black streak of light tore through the dark red clouds.

Chen Mu shot up from the ground, leaving the dilapidated mountain gate of the Corpse Yin Sect far behind.

High-altitude gales howled, mixed with a stench of blood so thick it was nauseating.

The ley lines of the Southern Border were in complete chaos.

The continuous mountain ranges below had collapsed over vast areas, exposing the dried-up rock layers beneath the earth.

The once-rushing rivers flowed backward, their water vapor evaporated into pungent blood mist.

That mad dog from Wan Sha Hall was sparing no cost to squeeze out the very last bit of potential from this land.

Chen Mu looked down at this living hell.

Cyan-purple vines writhed restlessly beneath his robes, emitting a teeth-gritting friction sound.

Ling Yunzhi.

That Son of the Demonic Path was currently hiding behind the scenes, frantically stealing the fortune of the Heavenly Dao.

Chen Mu gripped his sword hilt tightly with his right hand.

But he was powerless to stop it; he could only take advantage of the fact that the opponent was currently tied up, and bring all the resources of the Southern Border to the Old Ancestor.

Three hundred li ahead was Peach Blossom Ferry.

This place had once been a money-draining den where the Hehuan Sect raked in gold daily.

Now, the surface of the water was covered in dense layers of white-bellied dead fish.

The originally sticky and alluring pink peach blossom miasma had been scattered by the violent winds of Evil Qi.

A few hundred more li ahead was the mountain gate of the Hehuan Sect.

At this moment, the Hehuan Sect's Sect-protecting Formation was tottering on the brink of collapse.

The dark red Evil Qi was like maggots on a bone, biting tightly onto the Formation's light barrier.

The surface was covered in spiderweb-like black cracks.

It could shatter at any moment.

Chen Mu stopped in mid-air.

He raised his right hand, forming his fingers into a sword shape.

Cyan-black Wither and Flourish Death Qi surged out, transforming into an invisible sharp cone.

It silently pierced through the broken light barrier.

The light barrier melted, creating a gap large enough for several people to pass through.

Chen Mu stepped inside.

The main hall of the Hehuan Sect.

Pink curtains danced wildly in the bloody wind, exuding a sense of impending doom, as if the building were about to collapse.

The atmosphere in the main hall had dropped to freezing point.

Three old hags at the Purple Mansion Initial Stage stood in a triangular Formation.

They were blocking the white jade steps tightly.

Su Mei leaned against the wide Sect Master's chair.

Her crimson gauze dress was tattered, revealing large patches of snow-white skin.

She had just returned to the Sect and learned that her master had died in battle at the Blood Lake.

More than half of the Sect's elites had been lost, and now only these spineless cowards who feared death remained.

" Su Mei, hand over the Sect Master's jade seal. "

The white-haired old hag at the lead heavily thumped her dragon-headed cane.

The cane struck the crystal floor, emitting a dull thud.

" Your master overestimated her abilities by trying to block the Wan Sha Hall's blood Formation, and ended up with no corpse left. "

" You have just broken through to the Purple Mansion, and your Realm hasn't even stabilized yet. What can you use to fight? "

Su Mei sneered.

Her chest heaved violently.

" Surrender to Wan Sha Hall? "

" That mad dog Ling Yunzhi even extracted the souls and refined the spirits of his own grandfather. "

" You old bones are just delivering yourselves to the door; you are only fit to be fertilizer in the mass grave. "

The white-haired old hag was unbothered, and instead took a step forward.

" That is the fate of male cultivators. "

" Our Hehuan Sect practices the Dao of Harvesting. "

" As long as we strip the female Disciples under our Sect and send them to the Wan Sha Hall camps, allowing them to be harvested, "

" we can always trade for a way to survive. "

" Preserving the lives of us old bones is the foundation for the Hehuan Sect's Legacy to continue. "

The fat old hag on the left immediately chimed in.

" Exactly, as long as the green hills remain, there is no need to worry about firewood. "

" What does sacrificing a few hundred low-level Disciples matter? As long as we are alive, the Hehuan Sect still exists. "

The old hag's calculations were very shrewd.

Sacrificing low-level Disciples to buy a miserable existence for those in high positions.

Su Mei laughed in extreme anger.

The purple-black demonic flower within her Dantian was faintly restless.

To save their own lives, these old things were actually going to sell all the Disciples of the Sect as livestock.

Did they really think the demonic cultivators of Wan Sha Hall would keep their word?

Once the jade seal was handed over, they, these high-level members, would also be fish on someone else's chopping block.

She was about to forcibly urge her magic power to suppress these traitors on the spot.

Boom!

The two carved agarwood doors exploded into smithereens.

The loud noise shook the entire hall, making it hum.

Hundreds of sharp wooden spikes, wrapped in cyan-black Death Qi, slammed into the hall like a rainstorm.

The white-haired old hag hastily propped up a pink light shield.

The wooden spikes struck the light shield.

The Death Qi instantly corroded the spiritual power, creating large holes.

The light shield was like paper, shattering inch by inch.

Several wooden spikes pierced directly into the old hag's shoulder, bringing up a spray of blood.

Chen Mu stepped over the threshold.

The terrifying Spiritual Pressure, comparable to the Purple Mansion Perfection, slammed down without reservation.

The three old hags' knees went weak.

Bang, bang, bang.

They all hit the ground simultaneously, their kneecaps shattering on the spot.

Screams echoed in the main hall.

The black-robed old man led the elites of the Corpse Yin Sect into the hall, quickly sealing off all exits.

The old man held his head high, his face full of the arrogance of a fox assuming the tiger's might.

With the Old Ancestor backing them, flattening the Hehuan Sect was but a snap of the fingers.

" Who goes there! "

The white-haired old hag lay on the ground, ignoring the blood flowing from her shoulder, and shrieked shrilly.

Chen Mu didn't even glance at her.

He walked straight towards the steps.

Su Mei stood up abruptly.

The Soul-Absorbing Bell had been destroyed, so she flipped her wrist and summoned a crimson soft whip.

" Chen Mu of the Corpse Yin Sect? "

Su Mei recognized that iconic vine left leg.

The news that the Corpse Yin Sect had been breached by Wan Sha Hall had long since spread throughout the Southern Border.

" Your Corpse Yin Sect has become a stray dog. "

" You cripple, you still dare to come to my Hehuan Sect to loot during a fire! "

Su Mei gritted her teeth, preparing to fight to the death.

Chen Mu stopped at the foot of the steps.

His right hand pressed against the sword hilt.

He did not draw the sword.

A point of cyan light suddenly lit up at the center of his brow.

A cyan lotus flower mark slowly bloomed.

The extremely pure life force of the Zhen Xun primordial wood spread through the air.

Su Mei shuddered violently.

The soft whip clattered to the ground.

The dormant [ Parasitic ] demonic flower deep within her Dantian instantly fell into a frenzy.

The roots of the demonic flower swayed frantically.

Greedily devouring the life force drifting in the air.

That absolute majesty, transcending all things and controlling life and death.

Smashed directly through Su Mei's psychological defenses.

Master!

This is the aura of the Master!

A tempest raged in Su Mei's mind.

Chen Mu of the Corpse Yin Sect was actually also one of the Master's people!

And judging by the concentration of this aura, the other party could even invoke the Law Origin of the Master.

With this kind of weight, he was definitely a core confidant of the Master.

Her defenses vanished in an instant.

This was not looting during a fire at all.

This was a heaven-defying thigh sent by the Master to break the deadlock.

Su Mei's legs went weak.

With a thud, she knelt on the white jade steps.

The toughness she had shown just moments ago when facing the forced abdication had vanished completely.

" You ~ You were sent by the Master? "

Su Mei scrambled down the steps.

Ignoring her exposure, she knelt directly at Chen Mu's feet.

Her forehead pressed heavily against the cold crystal floor.

Chen Mu looked down at this woman from a position of superiority.

The Old Ancestor truly had heaven-defying means.

Even the new Sect Master of the Hehuan Sect had already been silently tamed.

The white-haired old hag lying on the ground was stunned.

She simply could not understand the scene before her.

The dignified Sect Master of the Hehuan Sect, a Purple Mansion great cultivator.

Was actually kneeling to a cripple from the Corpse Yin Sect!

And calling him Master!

" Su Mei! You are crazy! "

The old hag cursed loudly, spitting out a mouthful of bloody foam.

" You actually dare to collude with the Corpse Yin Sect! "

" Do you have the face to face the ancestors of the Hehuan Sect! "

" You are forcing the Sect onto a path to death! "

Chen Mu turned his head.

The vines suddenly surged.

Piercing directly through the old hag's chest.

The [ Ember-Born Flower ] Divine Ability was unleashed with a roar.

The old hag couldn't even let out a scream.

The essence blood and Lifespan of the Purple Mansion Initial Stage were frantically extracted.

Dark golden patterns flowed rapidly along the vines.

In just half a breath.

A living person shriveled into a skeleton.

Crashing into a pile of bone powder.

As the wind blew, the bone powder sprinkled all over the faces of the other two old hags.

The two were scared out of their wits.

They kowtowed desperately for mercy, their foreheads smashed until they were covered in blood.

Chen Mu retracted the vines.

" The Old Ancestor's decree. "

Chen Mu spoke very slowly, carrying absolute pressure.

" The Southern Border is about to be drained dry. "

" Any resources that can be looted, not a single blade of grass can be left for Wan Sha Hall. "