8: Kill an idea and get through it (please collect and read)

(The plot of this chapter is related to the previous Chapter 5, and the plot of Chapter 5 has been slightly altered. We ask for the reader's understanding.)

The main gate of the sub-Altar exploded open.

A tall, straight figure stepped inside.

"Who dares to trespass—"

The patrolling guards awoke, shouting in alarm.

A flash of Sword Qi whistled through the air.

It pierced directly through the neck of one of them.

That person clutched his neck, falling down in terror.

The other guards were instantly startled and blew their whistles.

With a stomp of his foot, that figure instantly transformed into a cannonball, charging inward.

Fist Qi vibrated, carrying a violent and fierce aura, whistling and tearing through the air.

Most of these guards were at the Skin Refining and Bone Tempering stages.

Upon encountering the Fist Qi, even those with copper skin and iron bones were instantly blasted into a bloody mess.

Then, flashes of Sword Qi severed their heads.

For a moment, flesh and blood flew, and screams echoed through the air.

The patrolling cultists one by one became headless corpses.

The newcomer slaughtered twenty to thirty people, from the main gate to the central hall, in just a few breaths.

The cultists were terrified by the slaughter.

Soon, an enraged roar came from the inner courtyard.

"Who are you?"

A bald, burly man, like an iron tower, descended like a cannonball, his leopard-like eyes fixed on the young man before him.

"Protector!"

"Protector!"

The cultists' panicked shouts revealed the newcomer's identity.

This person, along with the black-robed man he had just killed, was a Protector of this cult.

Another person at the Major Achievement of Qi Refining Realm!

Chen Yuan's brocade robes were stained with blood at this moment, making him look like an unparalleled fiend.

With a fierce look between his brows, he spat out a mouthful of blood that had splattered in.

"The one who will kill you."

Without further ado, he charged forward.

The iron tower-like man roared in fury, a faint glow emanating from his body.

He pounced on Chen Yuan.

Soon, the two began to fight.

After a moment, the iron tower-like man indeed transformed into a demonic form, his aura surging.

However, he discovered that the newcomer's aura also surged simultaneously.

Chen Yuan engaged him in close-quarters combat.

After a few rounds, the iron tower-like man was greatly alarmed; his demonic form was actually no match.

A desire to retreat arose in his heart, and his momentum immediately collapsed.

He turned to flee!

Chen Yuan spat out Sword Qi.

"Slay!"

The Sword Qi directly struck the iron tower-like man.

The big man was horrified and cried out.

"Altar Lord, save me!"

At this moment, a dangerous aura.

Erupted from the inner courtyard.

A blood-red light streaked across the sky, directly striking Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan's expression turned stern, his True Qi surging throughout his body.

He did not stop.

The Sword Qi directly struck the iron tower-like man.

"Pfft!"

A head flew into the air.

Chen Yuan grabbed it.

The blood-red light arrived simultaneously.

"Boom!"

Chen Yuan was sent flying backward by the impact.

His internal organs felt as if they had been displaced.

But he let out a joyful laugh.

Killing one more was a gain!

He used the force to retreat, beckoning with one hand.

He collected all the scattered heads.

Then, he no longer lingered.

He flipped and leaped, disappearing into the dim night.

Only his laughter remained, echoing in the night sky.

"Chase!"

A furious roar came from the Feixian Sect sub-Altar.

.....

Wulimiao.

At this moment, dawn was breaking.

Flames soared into the sky.

Staining half the sky red.

The entire village, thirty-nine households, one hundred and forty-five people, were all consumed by a great fire.

In front of the bonfire, thirty-one gruesome heads were displayed.

A blood-stained figure, silhouetted by the fire, departed.

Soon after, hunters entering the mountains to hunt saw the flames and came to investigate.

When they saw the scene inside the village and the heads, they were scared out of their wits.

Soon, news spread.

On the Wuxu day, Wulimiao, all villagers died.

A chivalrous warrior built a Jingguan of thirty-one heads as a sacrifice, among which were demons!

And not long after, in Qingshan County.

In an alley in the East Market.

In front of a household's door.

People were pointing and talking.

Occasionally sighing.

Saying, "How pitiful."

Inside the house, everything was in mourning white.

A woman knelt before a brazier.

Burning paper money.

Before her were two coffins.

"Cough, cough."

The woman's cough grew increasingly severe.

She felt a burning pain inside her body, and her vitality was slowly ebbing away.

She could barely hold on.

She didn't know if she could wait for that adult?

Perhaps that adult wouldn't come at all!

Indeed, she was just a common woman.

How could a great figure from a storybook remember her?

The woman gave a bitter smile.

She seemed to feel that her time was almost up.

In her mind, she began to recall bits and pieces of her harmonious life with her husband.

Just then, a commotion came from outside the door.

The crowd scattered in fright.

Following closely, a young man in blood-stained brocade robes, carrying a cloth-wrapped bundle.

Walked in!

Chen Yuan walked up to the woman and handed her the cloth-wrapped bundle.

"Fortunately, I'm not too late!"

"These are the heads of those demons!"

The woman stared blankly at the adult before her, his body covered in blood.

All her grievances and pain turned into tears.

It turned out that someone was fighting demons for the sake of common people like them.

Chen Yuan said nothing more, turning to leave.

The woman, clutching the blood-stained bundle, prostrated herself, kowtowing in the direction Chen Yuan had left.

"Adult, thank you, take care!"

With that, the woman breathed her last.

.....

Chen Yuan returned to his own courtyard.

Without disturbing anyone.

Back in the courtyard, he shook off his blood-stained clothes.

Then he cleaned himself again.

On his right chest, several ribs were broken, causing his internal Qi and blood to stagnate.

This was caused by the final red light at the Feixian Sect sub-Altar.

That person should have been the Altar Lord of that sub-Altar.

Why was he willing to take this risk?

Firstly, the information he obtained by interrogating that Human Demon gave him some understanding of the sub-Altar's strength.

The strongest Altar Lord was at the Perfection of Qi Refining Realm.

Secondly, it was to achieve a clear mind.

Trouble had already found him.

Since these guys had already extended their reach here.

There was no escaping.

It was better to nip the danger in the bud as much as possible.

As his thoughts drifted, his gaze deepened.

Closing his eyes, his consciousness sank into his Mud Pill.

With a thought, his current information appeared in his Minds Eye.

"Chen Yuan: Patrolling Mountain Commandant"

"Realm: Major Achievement of Qi Refining [Jade Pillow Pass]"

"Luck Points: 10"

"Cultivation Technique: Dragon Subduing Post (Perfection), Demon Subduing Fist (Perfection), Taoist Internal Scripture Diagram (Major Achievement)"

"Techniques: Animal Creation, Demon Subduing Fist, Sword Qi"

"Divine Ability: Food Consumption, Minds Eye (Cultivable)"

"Main Quest: Hundred Demon Scroll is 12% complete."

Chen Yuan looked at his Luck Points.

This was considered a sudden windfall.

Indeed, risk and reward are directly proportional.

His night of slaughter, killing one demon seed and two Human Demons, earned him a total of 13 points, a rich battle.

Three of these points were used to break through when fighting the black-robed Human Demon.

Now, these ten points, without a doubt.

Would all be added to the Internal Scripture Diagram.

As his thoughts moved, Chen Yuan's Dantian at this moment was like oil boiling over a fierce fire.

A large amount of True Qi appeared out of thin air, swelling his Dantian.

Chen Yuan felt like he had eaten himself into a fat man in one go, feeling a bit numb.

He had never fought such a rich battle before.

He immediately focused his mind, subduing the chaotic True Qi in his body.

It took a full stick of incense for the agitated True Qi to calm down.

The next step was to proceed to the final stage of Qi Refining.

Passing the Lesser Heavenly Cycle!