75: Chapter 75 Beset by Trouble

The other constables exchanged glances. An older constable shook his head and lowered his voice, "Boss, are your eyes playing tricks on you? Wasn't that kid from the Liu family said to have been found by a Cultivator from the Xuanyi Sect in Qingshi Town and killed already?"

"The official documents from above have already been issued; how could he possibly be in Long City?"

The head constable's brow furrowed into a knot. He stared at the youth's retreating back for a long time, until the figure disappeared around the corner of the street.

He was silent for a moment, then shook his head violently, his voice low and firm, "I definitely didn't see wrong."

"It was that Liu family kid. I'd advised him before that he just had to accept his bad luck regarding his sister's affair. That kid learned some moves from somewhere, and he even tried to fight me."

He turned around and strode toward the Immortal Market, his voice urgent, "Quick, go to the Immortal Market and tell the people from the Xuanyi Sect about this."

The few constables exchanged glances; although they were confused, they still followed him.

The group hurried through the streets, rushing toward the Immortal Market.

...

Over here.

After leaving Long City, Wu Li controlled the youth as he walked along the official road. All around, there was the rustling sound of people and merchant caravans passing by.

At this moment, Wu Li's blood-red pupils narrowed slightly, and he was still cursing Su Wanyue in his heart.

That unreliable thing had been dead for who knows how many years, and she didn't even know her maiden home had been razed, causing him to make a wasted trip.

As he walked, Wu Li suddenly felt something was wrong.

There was a faint sound of something breaking through the air above his head.

Then.

"Boom~"

Four figures descended from the sky, landing in front of the youth and blocking his path.

The leader tossed something aside, and a corpse hit the ground with a "thud," kicking up a cloud of dust.

The corpse was wearing a faded green shirt, was about thirty years old, and still had an expression of terror on its face. Its eyes were wide open, unable to close even in death. It was none other than Lu Tongli, who had been leading the way for Wu Li.

Wu Li's gaze shifted slightly.

The four people were dressed in uniform black dharma robes, with jade plaques hanging from their waists, and their auras were sharp.

The leader was a young man of twenty-seven or twenty-eight with a cold face and a cultivation level of the ninth stage of Qi Refining.

He looked down at the corpse on the ground, then looked up at the youth, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned in a playful smile, "Liu Ye, you are truly tenacious."

"You didn't die in Qingshi Town, and yet you dare to run back to Long City?"

Wu Li did not speak.

He did not know these people, but it was obvious that the owner of this body did.

A Disciple behind the leader stepped forward and lowered his voice.

"Senior Brother Zhang, you almost made a mistake. If Senior Brother Huo finds out this kid isn't dead, it will be troublesome."

The leader, called Senior Brother Zhang, sneered. His gaze swept over the youth and then fell on the crow on his shoulder. His tone was casual, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"Hehe, I really don't know how you kid managed to survive."

"But it doesn't matter..."

"I'll just kill you again."

He raised his hand, and a mass of dark cyan spiritual light condensed in his palm. The spiritual light exploded, turning into a sharp blade of light that shot toward the youth's chest.

"Troublesome..."

"Caw caw caw~~"

Wu Li's wings snapped open, and a terrifying Demonic Qi exploded from within his body, spreading in all directions like a tidal wave.

Colorless Profound Light surged from beneath his feathers, instantly enveloping the surrounding area. Wherever the Profound Light touched, all things lost their color.

The four Xuanyi Sect Disciples only felt the world go black before their eyes, as if they had been locked in a dark cage with no light, no sound, and no perception whatsoever.

They could not hear each other's voices, could not see their own hands, and could not even feel their own bodies. Their spiritual sense was suppressed, and their magic power could not circulate.

"How..."

"What is this..."

No one could finish a sentence; after the Colorless Profound Light covered them, a terrifying refining power descended.

"Hum~"

"Hrg hrg..."

"Save..."

One Disciple opened his mouth wide, wanting to scream, but the sound from his throat was like air leaking from a broken bellows. The Profound Light coiled around his body, and as it moved, his dharma robe melted, and his Physical Body disintegrated...

The four felt the pain bit by bit, until it reached its peak. They wanted to beg for mercy, but when they opened their mouths, their tongues melted first...

In less than a single breath.

When Wu Li retracted his Divine Ability, there were only four pools of blood in front of him...

"Hum~"

A flash of blood-red light.

The essence blood within the four pools of blood was once again collected by Wu Li into his Blood Pupil.

"I don't know if this is because you guys are unlucky, or if I am unlucky."

As he finished speaking, Wu Li stepped forward to where Lu Tongli's corpse lay. Lu Tongli's eyes were still wide open, staring hollowly at the sky.

"It seems you won't be able to drink chicken soup..."

Just at this moment, an angry shout exploded from the direction of Long City, like thunder rolling across the sky.

"Yao Race, how dare you!"

Before the voice had even faded, three streaks of light shot out from the city walls. Their speed was astonishing, and in the blink of an eye, they were closing in.

"They could sense it from this far away?"

Wu Li was somewhat surprised; this place was almost twenty li away from Long City.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~"

Three figures hovered in mid-air, dressed in various dharma robes, their auras sharp as knives. They were three Foundation Establishment Cultivators: two at the Early Stage of Foundation Establishment, and one at the Middle Stage.

Wu Li had seen one of them before; it was none other than Huo Xuan of the Xuanyi Sect.

His gaze swept over the four pools of blood on the ground that had not yet fully dried. His expression was terrifyingly gloomy, and the killing intent in his eyes had almost solidified.

"A mere second-rank crow dares to run wild in the territory of Long City?"

Wu Li did not hesitate.

He snapped his wings open and abandoned Liu Ye's corpse. The youth's body collapsed softly to the ground like a puppet with cut strings, his gray-white eyes staring hollowly at the sky.

Wu Li's figure turned into a streak of blood-red light, fast as lightning, shooting toward the direction of Taiyue Mountain.

"Where are you running!"

With Huo Xuan's command, the three streaks of light pursued closely behind, carving three dazzling trails of light across the night sky.

The three of them pursued relentlessly, getting closer and closer to Wu Li.

"Evil beast, don't run!"

"Go!"

The two Foundation Establishment Early Stage Cultivators on the left and right attacked simultaneously, each unleashing their Spiritual Artifacts.

The person on the left patted his waist, and a silver-white Flying Sword unsheathed. The blade was slender like a willow leaf, whistling as it shot toward Wu Li.

The person on the right whipped out a crimson long whip from his sleeve. The whip body was woven from the tendons of an unknown beast, and a copper ball the size of a fist hung at the tip, covered in spikes. The sound of it cutting through the air was sharp and ear-piercing.

The Flying Sword blocked the left path, and the long whip locked the right path. The two Spiritual Artifacts came from left and right, sealing off Wu Li's retreat.

Huo Xuan hovered in the rear, a mass of dark cyan spiritual light condensing in his palm. He was in no rush to attack, coldly staring at Wu Li, waiting for him to reveal a flaw.

Seeing this, Wu Li's blood-red pupils contracted slightly, and he simply stopped running.

"Break for me!"

He spun violently in the air, spread his wings, and flapped them with all his might. Two gusts of wind, laden with Demon Power, shot out from his wingtips—one colliding with the Flying Sword, and the other meeting the long whip.