273: It's you! The little devil who destroyed my Dharma image!

He Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze piercing, and his right hand was tightly gripping a black saber with golden threads.

Visible to the naked eye, scorching white mist swirled and rose from the blade.

Such scorching heat twisted the surrounding air.

The cold Aura that had filled the hall instantly weakened by more than half under the impact of the rolling heatwaves.

"Just as this old man predicted."

He Yan's gaze was fixed on the gradually condensing darkness within the mansion, his brows furrowing slightly: "E Level weird Yin Qi!"

No sooner had he spoken than the temperature within the mansion plummeted to freezing.

In an instant, a bone-chilling cold swept over him, quickly penetrating He Yan's flesh and reaching deep into his bone marrow.

In the blink of an eye, visible white ice crystals began to condense from the air throughout the hall.

These ice crystals shimmered with a chilling light in the dim hall.

And countless blurry, strange dark figures slowly converged from all directions.

Amidst the swirling black mist, they gradually condensed into the form of a hunched old man.

The old man was gaunt, his face withered, his eyes deeply sunken, and his skin as pale as paper, like an ancient corpse that had crawled out of a tomb.

He wore a tattered long robe, its corners fluttering without wind, emitting a suffocatingly cold Aura.

If Yan Chengping were still alive, he would certainly recognize this terrifying old man.

He was none other than the Feng Family Patriarch, Feng Jin, who had long since been killed!

The hunched old man slowly raised his head, his empty eyes staring directly at He Yan, a strange smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

This extremely eerie gaze sent shivers down He Yan's spine.

He Yan did not hesitate in the slightest, his eyes suddenly widened, and the black saber with golden threads in his hand trembled slightly.

The scorching white mist on the blade grew even more intense, as if it would ignite the surrounding air.

The next moment, He Yan's Aura erupted without reservation.

The pressure of a Major Achievement Inner Energy Realm Martial Artist swept out, like a scorching torrent, directly pressing towards the strange old man, in order to resist his terrifying Yin Qi.

After doing all this, He Yan showed no intention of stopping; he chose to strike first!

Immediately after, He Yan swung the saber in his hand fiercely, flying towards the terrifying old man in front of him.

The saber light was like a rainbow, scorching like fire, and the hot blade pressed directly towards the strange old man's body.

However, just as He Yan swooped down, the strange old man's body suddenly trembled.

Countless blurry, strange dark figures surged out from his body, rushing towards He Yan.

Those dark figures twisted and deformed, like grotesque faces, carrying endless resentment and killing intent, charging directly at He Yan.

They seemed to want to devour He Yan completely!

"Hmph!"

He Yan let out a cold snort, the saber in his hand vibrated violently, and the scorching white mist on the blade erupted instantly.

The incomparably powerful Inner Energy transformed into a scorching saber light, heading directly towards those strange dark figures.

"Boom!"

After the saber light and the dark figures collided in mid-air, a deafening roar erupted.

The dark figures were torn apart by the saber light, emitting shrill screams, as if they had been ignited by raging flames.

Subsequently, in less than a dozen breaths, most of the strange dark figures were burned into wisps of white smoke, completely dissipating into the air.

However, the number of strange dark figures was beyond imagination, dense and seemingly endless.

Even though the Saber Qi unleashed by He Yan's saber could easily annihilate this Yin Qi.

It was difficult to eliminate them all in an instant.

After He Yan's Saber Qi struck, although it could burn away most of the strange dark figures, new strange dark figures would appear in a flash to replace them.

At the same time, more mysterious dark figures, as if surging from an endless abyss, continuously gushed out from the strange old man's body.

The strange dark figures, like a surging, endless tide, poured down on He Yan, attempting to completely engulf him.

Seeing this, He Yan's eyes showed no fear or retreat; instead, his Aura grew even stronger.

He twisted his wrist, and the blade flowed freely like a nimble Dragon.

In an instant, dozens of scorching Saber Qi, carrying rolling heatwaves, roared out from the blade.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Scorching saber light, fierce sword gleams, and bone-chilling, strange dark figures collided violently without pause.

A deafening roar erupted in the hall, as if it would completely shatter the dilapidated house.

The air throughout the hall produced a sharp, piercing whistle.

The walls, already covered with scorched marks, continuously peeled off and crumbled under the impact of this violent energy.

The charred stone slabs on the ground finally could not bear the weight and were shattered, turning into countless tiny pebbles that splattered everywhere in the strong wind.

He Yan stood not far from the strange old man, his gaze cold and profound.

The black saber with golden threads in his hand trembled slightly, and the scorching white mist on the blade grew even more intense.

The next second, He Yan's gaze suddenly focused, seemingly having caught a glimpse of a flaw in the strange old man.

His figure suddenly flickered, like an invisible ghost, instantly appearing behind the strange old man.

He Yan looked on indifferently, the muscles in his right arm instantly tensing, veins bulging.

The black saber wrapped with golden threads in his hand quickly rose, carrying immense force, and swung down with the momentum of thunder.

In an instant, saber light flashed, afterimages overlapped, carrying an unstoppable Aura, vertically splitting down towards the strange old man's skull.

"Crack!"

The blade sliced through the air at high speed, emitting a harsh tearing sound.

The scorching white mist on the blade shot up into the sky, and the air temperature soared to its highest point.

Even the strange old man's hunched, decaying body in front was twisted by this scorching power.

A cold glint flashed in He Yan's eyes, and with a low shout, he raised his arm high.

The saber in his hand, imbued with surging Inner Energy, chopped down fiercely in mid-air.

The action was fluid, from raising the hand to dropping the saber, and the blade sliced through the Void Realm, emitting a sharp whistle.

As a Martial Artist of Major Achievement Inner Energy, He Yan's full-power strike was terrifying.

The strange old man had no time to put up any resistance, and his hunched, decaying body was instantly split in two by the sharp saber light.

The next moment, thick, inky black mist began to violently churn and twist in the middle of the strange old man's severed body.

It was as if an invisible force was attempting to piece and re-condense it.

These black mists, like living creatures, continuously twisted and struggled, trying to restore the strange old man to his original form.

Just then, a "sizzling" sound suddenly rang out, and wisps of scorching white smoke slowly rose from the cut.

It was the scorching Inner Energy that He Yan had imbued into the blade, which was now taking effect.

The intensely hot Inner Energy was relentlessly burning the churning Yin Qi.

Under the scorching heat of this terrifying high temperature, the Yin Qi on the strange old man's body continuously dissipated and flowed away, making it impossible for him to fully restore to his original state.

Finally, the strange old man could only struggle in agony amidst the scorching white mist, emitting a "sizzling" wail.

Immediately after, a tearing roar, audible only to He Yan, was heard.

The sound was shrill and painful, like a wail from the depths of Hell, carrying endless resentment and unwillingness.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Mechanical, emotionless voices echoed in He Yan's ears, filled with endless killing intent.

He Yan's gaze was cold and profound, the saber in his hand suddenly vibrated, and the scorching white mist on the blade grew even more intense.

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes!"

Before his words faded, He Yan's saber had already swung out again, the saber light pointing directly at the strange old man who had been split in two.

Although the old man's body had been severed, it still emitted an unsettling cold Aura.

It seemed to be struggling, unwilling to completely dissipate between heaven and earth.

The blade sliced through the air, bringing with it a wave of scorching Qi.

The old man's hunched, decaying body began to gradually disintegrate in He Yan's saber light, then turned into specks of ash, scattering in the air with the breeze.

He Yan stood in place, the saber in his hand still emitting a high-temperature Aura.

Silence finally returned to the surroundings of the hall.

Only the rising white smoke slowly dissipated in the air, as if nothing had ever happened.

He Yan slowly sheathed his saber, the scorching white mist on the blade gradually dissipated, and the surrounding cold Aura completely vanished with it.

His gaze was stern as he scanned the surroundings, until he confirmed that there was no longer any Yin Qi present.

Only then did He Yan turn to look at Su An, Liang Cheng, and Lu Yunqing outside the door.

"Su An, the three of you will go to the County Office tomorrow to handle the case of the Feng Family's annihilation, then return to Fu City!"

"Yes!"

Liang Cheng and Lu Yunqing responded almost in unison, their eyes sparkling with excitement, agreeing very quickly, as if afraid He Yan would change his mind.

For the past half-month, they had been cooped up in Fu City, either practicing Cultivation Techniques.

Or sparring in Martial Arts, their lives monotonous and boring, their nerves stretched to the limit.

Now, going out on a mission with Big Brother Su An was an unexpected delight for Liang Cheng.

Perfect, after dealing with that Fu Songde, I'll go find a place to relax with my cousin Yunqing and Big Brother Su An.

As Liang Cheng thought this, he paid no attention to the fact that He Yan had already seen through their thoughts.

However, He Yan did not say much; he turned and left.

Liang Cheng watched He Yan's retreating figure and couldn't help but whisper to Lu Yunqing: "Cousin Yunqing, we can finally catch our breath."

"These past two weeks have really been exhausting."

Su An stood quietly to the side, his face unperturbed, but in the depths of his eyes, a hint of contemplation subtly revealed itself.

He tilted his head slightly, glancing at the excited Liang Cheng and Lu Yunqing, and spoke in a calm tone: "You two, do not relax too much."

Then, Su An paused slightly, and continued with a heavy heart: "This world is becoming increasingly unpredictable."

"Those ghostly things originating from heaven and earth have been continuously appearing recently."

"But if it were just these ghostly things, then so be it."

"However, even the number of resentful human souls, who died unjustly and are filled with grievances, is increasing daily."

Having said that, Su An sighed softly, the sigh filled with helplessness and worry.

The most crucial and fatal point was that those ghostly things, which reappeared in the human world carrying immense resentment, possessed extremely terrifying Yin Qi.

The lowest strength of those ghostly things transformed from humans was Li-level Yin Qi.

That is to say, whenever these ghostly things appear, several Blood Refinement Realm Blackbird Guards need to act simultaneously to ensure foolproof safety!

However, what made Su An feel slightly relieved was that.

The Celestial Capital Xuan Bird Guard headquarters also planned to dispatch more Blackbird Guards who were Inner Energy Realm Martial Artists to support the Fu Cities in various regions.

At the same time, the Martial Dao resources that each Fu City Blackbird Guard could obtain had also increased several times over.

This major change was said to be the intention of the Empress in the Imperial Palace.

"Alas!"

"I truly don't know when these harmful ghostly creatures can be completely eradicated, and peace restored to the human world."

Finally, Su An sighed helplessly, feeling very lost about the future.

Su An pondered to himself, if there truly was someone who could fundamentally resolve this ghost disturbance, it would be none other than that one.

At this moment, Lu Xuan's face clearly appeared in Su An's mind.

Lu Xuan!

Lord Lu!

This man, who looked down upon the world, could remain composed and calm even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.

In the eyes of this Lord Lu, it was as if all things in this world were trivial matters not worth mentioning.

At least Su An thought so, and of course, including his Revered Master He Yan, also had such thoughts.

Lord Lu's Martial Dao cultivation was unfathomable, reaching through heaven and earth; whether it was the evil spirits born of heaven and earth, or the ghostly things revived by resentment.

In front of Lord Lu, they were merely like ants, easily extinguishable!

After listening to Su An's reminder, Liang Cheng and Lu Yunqing's expressions also became a bit more serious, and the relaxed look on their faces faded slightly.

But Liang Cheng was, after all, a free-spirited person, and he quickly waved his hand, speaking with a casual expression.

"Hey, Big Brother Su, you're just too cautious."

As he spoke, he shrugged indifferently and continued: "When the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up!"

"Why should we little people worry about the big affairs of the world!"

At this point, Liang Cheng's eyes sparkled with pride, and his tone was filled with extreme pride.

"And!"

Liang Cheng raised his voice, and the smile on his face grew even brighter.

"If those tall people can't hold up the sky, isn't there still my cousin!"

Liang Cheng then walked up and patted Su An's shoulder, saying confidently: "Big Brother Su, just put your heart at ease."

"With Xuan Ge around, this sky will absolutely not collapse!"

"With him here, what are these ghostly things!"

...

Yunze County, Taiping Town!

On the banks of the Jinlin River, the once bustling scene was long gone.

Now, it was utterly desolate, with no one in sight, only desolation as far as the eye could see.

Within a thousand meters radius of the Jinlin River, numerous puddles were scattered like stars.

The residual water in the puddles reflected a chilling light under the sunlight.

The damp ground and muddy tracks seemed to indicate that the area had recently suffered a flood.

At this moment, in the sky above the Jinlin River, the invisible air suddenly rippled with a mysterious undulation.

Immediately after, a chasm as black as an abyss suddenly tore open in mid-air.

A foot slowly extended from the inky black opening, its movement unhurried.

It wasn't until the person's entire body had stepped out from the torn spatial opening.

The Nether Python at the bottom of the Jinlin River seemed to sense something, and it suddenly opened its massive eyes!

"It's you!"

"The little devil who killed Red Scale and destroyed this Lord's Dharma Idol back then!"

Undoubtedly, the man hovering above the Jinlin River was Lu Xuan!