203: Chapter 203 Void Beast King, Why Aren't You Panicking?

[The two teams converged in front of the underground palace.]

[Feng Qingyang walked out from another corridor with the Disciples who had been bringing up the rear. His body was covered in black dust, but his spirits were good, and there was even a hint of a smile on his lips.]

[Chu Sheng glanced at him, but didn't notice anything unusual.]

[Old Grandfather's voice drifted out from the ring, kept very low: "Be careful of that big guy. This Seat feels something is wrong with him."]

[Chu Sheng acknowledged in his mind.]

[He also felt something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.]

[The black light that had occasionally flashed in Feng Qingyang's eyes was something he had seen a few times before, but it was gone now.]

[It was as clean as if nothing had ever happened.]

[The palace gate was ten zhang high, cast from bronze, and its surface was covered with the emblem of the Taixu Divine Sect.]

[He didn't ask Old Grandfather what was wrong; some things were pointless to ask about.]

[The gate could only be opened by using the Taixu True Scripture in conjunction with the sound of the wendao bell.]

[Ye Cang's voice came through the communication Jade Slip, telling Chu Sheng the method of operation.]

[Chu Sheng walked to the gate, placed his palm on the cold bronze surface, and circulated the Taixu True Scripture with all his might.]

[An invisible force surged from his palm, like a key inserted into a lock, turning gently.]

[At the same time, the seventy percent refinement of the wendao bell within his body was also activated. The bell's toll echoed inside him, passing through his palm and into the gate.]

[The Taixu Divine Sect emblem on the gate began to glow, changing from a dull bronze to a dazzling gold.]

[The runes seemed to come alive, slithering along the cracks in the gate, one by one, like countless golden snakes.]

[Rumble—the gate opened.]

[As Chu Sheng displayed the Taixu True Scripture in front of everyone, the representatives of the various Sects had different expressions.]

[Some frowned, some narrowed their eyes, some cast their gazes toward Ye Gucheng, and some began to whisper.]

[The Taixu True Scripture, the Cultivation Technique of the Taixu Divine Sect, the Sect that had been wiped out by the combined forces of the major Sects in the Central Region.]

[The Lord of Destiny of Wendao Palace was actually using the Cultivation Technique of the Taixu Divine Sect?]

[Ling Wushuang stood beside Ye Gucheng and whispered: "Are you sure he really is from Wendao Palace?"]

[Ye Gucheng did not answer.]

[His face was devoid of any expression, like a stone statue.]

[Chu Sheng heard Ling Wushuang's words and chuckled inwardly.]

[From Wendao Palace?]

[But he kept his face impassive, simply standing by the gate to wait for the others to go in first.]

[The Jade Slip was suspended inside the hall.]

[It hovered in mid-air in the very center of the main hall, wrapped in a faint halo of light, like a sleeping heart.]

[The surface of the Jade Slip was carved with dense runes, each one slowly circulating, emitting a gentle but inviolable light.]

[The complete Legacy of the Taixu Immortal Master.]

[Surrounding the Jade Slip were dozens of Void Beasts.]

[They were of various sizes; the smallest were like cats, the largest like oxen. They were pitch black, without eyes or scales, their skin like solidified asphalt.]

[They floated around the Jade Slip, orbiting it slowly like satellites around a planet.]

[The Void Beast closest to the Jade Slip was the largest, and its aura was the strongest: Spirit Nurturing Middle Stage.]

[Chu Sheng cursed inwardly.]

[Old Grandfather said in the ring: "That big one is called the Beast King. I personally drove it away before; I didn't expect it to still be alive."]

[Feng Qingyang "volunteered."]

[He stepped forward, his voice as loud as thunder: "I'll take the Disciples to hold off the small ones; you few deal with that big one."]

[He pointed at Ye Gucheng, Ling Wushuang, and Chu Sheng.]

[Ye Gucheng glanced at him without speaking.]

[Ling Wushuang nodded.]

[Chu Sheng hesitated for a moment, then also nodded.]

[Feng Qingyang led twelve elite Disciples and charged toward the group of small Void Beasts.]

[His fists were wrapped in golden light, and he fought with great effort, taking one down with each punch.]

[The Disciples followed behind him, sword light, blade light, and techniques flying everywhere, cutting the small Void Beasts into pieces.]

[Ye Gucheng drew his sword; the moment the wentian sword left its scabbard, a sharp Sword Qi headed straight for the Beast King.]

[Ling Wushuang also made her move; her sword light was finer and faster than Ye Gucheng's, like a silver needle piercing toward the Beast King's eyes.]

[Chu Sheng did not attack; he was waiting for an opportunity.]

[When the Beast King's attention was drawn by Ye Gucheng and Ling Wushuang, he would go to take the Jade Slip.]

[During the battle, Feng Qingyang "accidentally" broke the formation.]

[He punched a small Void Beast, sending it flying; it crashed into the middle of three elite Disciples, knocking them off balance.]

[A gap appeared in the formation, and two small Void Beasts slipped through, pouncing on a lone Disciple.]

[The Disciple didn't have time to dodge and had his arm bitten by a Void Beast; his screams echoed through the great hall.]

[Feng Qingyang chased after them and killed one with a punch, but the other had already dragged the Disciple into the swarm of Void Beasts.]

[Three breaths later, the Disciple's screams stopped.]

[After a few more breaths, two more Disciples were swallowed by the Void Beasts.]

[Ye Gucheng frowned, but he did not turn around.]

[The Beast King's attacks became increasingly fierce, and several wounds had already appeared on his body; the black corrosive marks were particularly glaring on his white Daoist robes.]

[Ling Wushuang was no better off; her sword light began to slow down, like a person whose legs had gone weak after running until exhausted.]

[Chu Sheng noticed that after "breaking the formation," Feng Qingyang's lips had curled up.]

[It wasn't a smile, but that sense of relaxation that comes with "mission accomplished."]

[Chu Sheng's heart sank, but he had no time to overthink it.]

[The Beast King was stabbed in the flank by Ye Gucheng's sword and let out a sharp hiss, its body suddenly shrinking—revealing the Jade Slip behind it.]

[Chu Sheng moved.]

[He pushed the Taixu True Scripture to its limit, his figure turning ethereal, slipping under the Beast King's arm like a wisp of smoke, and lunging toward the Jade Slip.]

[He fully activated the Heavenly Venerable Duobao, and an invisible suction force surged from his palm, like an invisible hand reaching out to grab the Jade Slip.]

[The Jade Slip began to move.]

[Very slowly, but it was indeed moving, like iron being attracted by a magnet.]

[Three inches, two inches, one inch—just as Chu Sheng's fingertips were about to touch the Jade Slip, a terrifying gust of wind struck from behind.]

[Chu Sheng did not look back.]

[He cursed inwardly and forced his body to shift half a foot to the side.]

[Feng Qingyang.]

[No, it wasn't Feng Qingyang.]

[Feng Qingyang's fists were covered in black scales, not the scales of a Void Beast.]

[The scales shimmered with a faint black light in the hall's illumination, each one breathing, each one pulsing.]

[His eyes were red—not the red of bloodshot eyes, but that burning red like charcoal fire.]

[Ye Gucheng's sword blocked in front of Chu Sheng.]

[The wentian sword collided with Feng Qingyang's fist, emitting a harsh metallic screech, and Ye Gucheng was forced back three steps.]

[His arm was trembling, the web between his thumb and forefinger split open, and blood dripped onto the ground along the sword hilt.]

[Feng Qingyang stood in place, motionless.]

[Feng Qingyang let out a long howl toward the sky; the voice was not his own, but a low roar that sounded like it came from the depths of the earth.]

[The Void Beasts in the hall heard this sound and simultaneously stopped their attacks, prostrating themselves on the ground like subjects bowing to a king.]

[Ye Gucheng's pupils contracted.]

[The sword in Ling Wushuang's hand trembled.]

[The representatives of the various Sects retreated a few steps, and some began to inch toward the door.]

[The voice of the Void Beast King squeezed out from Feng Qingyang's throat: "Ye Gucheng! Today is your death day!"]

[Chu Sheng stood beside the Jade Slip, his fingers only an inch away, but he did not reach out any further.]

[He looked at Feng Qingyang's twisted face, looked at those burning red eyes, looked at the black scales covering his fists, and only one thought crossed his mind. Was he possessed?]

[And not possessed by an ordinary Void Beast, but by the Beast King.]

[Old Grandfather's voice exploded in the ring, with unprecedented urgency: "That Beast King! When I sealed it back then, it tried to invade my Divine Sense, but I beat it back.]

[It learned how to possess!]

[It set its sights on Feng Qingyang's obsession!"]

[Chu Sheng cursed inwardly, saying, why didn't you say so earlier?]

[Old Grandfather said, I just remembered too.]

[The Void Beast King spoke the truth through Feng Qingyang's mouth.]

[Its voice squeezed out from Feng Qingyang's throat, every word like stone grinding against glass: "A hundred years ago... this person came to reinforce the Seal for the first time...]

[He stood in front of that skeleton... thinking about how to kill your Master, thinking about how to steal your sword, thinking about how to prove he was stronger than you...]

[And I woke up."]

[Ye Gucheng's face finally changed.]

[The Void Beast continued: "I tempted him... gave him power, letting him be able to defeat you..."]

["But he was afraid."]

["He didn't dare to accept my power, only dared to let me plant a seed in his heart."]

["A very, very small seed... after waiting for over a hundred years, this seed has finally sprouted."]

[Feng Qingyang fiercely attacked Ye Gucheng.]

[Every punch carried black flames that devoured spiritual energy; wherever the fist wind passed, deep claw marks were left on the stone pillars of the hall.]

[Ye Gucheng fought while retreating; the wentian sword transformed into a silver light in his hand, blocking in front of him.]

[But Feng Qingyang's fists were too ferocious; each punch was like a mountain crashing down.]

[Several more wounds appeared on Ye Gucheng's body.]

[His left arm was grazed by the black flames, the cuff of his sleeve was burned away, and a black burn mark was left on his skin.]

[His right leg was swept by the fist wind, and he staggered.]

[His chest was struck by a punch from Feng Qingyang; although his protective spiritual energy blocked it slightly, he still let out a muffled grunt.]

[Chu Sheng stood to the side, watching all of this.]

[He did not move—not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't know if he should.]

[Help Ye Gucheng?]

[He was a Palace Building Early Stage facing a Spirit Nurturing Middle Stage; going up there would just be serving himself up as food.]

[Go take the Jade Slip?]

[The Jade Slip was right beside his hand, but Feng Qingyang could turn around at any moment and smash him into a meat patty with one punch.]

[He noticed Ye Gucheng's eyes.]

[He was waiting.]

[A thought suddenly popped into Chu Sheng's mind: Ye Gucheng knew Feng Qingyang was possessed.]

[He didn't just find out now; he had known for a long time.]

[He was waiting for Feng Qingyang to expose himself, waiting for an opportunity to strike legitimately, waiting for a chance to root out Feng Qingyang's lineage entirely.]

[Chu Sheng cursed inwardly: This old fox is even better at scheming than him.]

[Feng Qingyang threw another punch; Ye Gucheng blocked horizontally with his sword, and his whole body flew backward, crashing into a stone pillar.]

[Ye Gucheng slid down from the stone pillar, kneeling on one knee, blood from the corner of his mouth dripping onto the ground.]

[Feng Qingyang strode over, each step leaving a pit in the ground.]

[His fist was raised high, the black scales gleaming with a sinister light in the glow, like a giant hammer ready to strike.]

["Ye Gucheng! This punch is what you owe for your Master!"]

[Ye Gucheng raised his head, looking at that fist.]

[There was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, but his gaze remained unchanged.]

[It was still that gaze, calm to the point of coldness, like a hunter watching prey walk into a trap.]

[Chu Sheng stood to the side, his fingers still an inch away from the Jade Slip.]

[He did not move.]

[He knew that this battle was not his battle.]

[He was waiting, waiting for Ye Gucheng to make his move.]