Chapter 392: Ten Thousand Poisons and Plagues Arise, Yin Gui Sect's Response

The Spirit Sword Daoist stared intently at Xinran Zhanglao, making her inner heart panic, and she kept retreating.

"Senior brother, your gaze is frightening."

The Spirit Sword Daoist smiled faintly and asked, "Junior sister, being able to ask that shows you invited him and offered many conditions; he refused, right?"

Xinran Zhanglao looked up in astonishment and gave a bitter smile: "Yes, Junior sister promised him entry into the Spirit Sword Sect, that the next Sect Master would be him, yet it could not move him; he is set on staying in Longshe Shan, going nowhere."

"Senior brother, how about you…"

Before she could finish, the Spirit Sword Daoist raised his hand and cut her off.

The Spirit Sword Daoist walked forward, stopped about a meter in front of Xinran Zhanglao, stared at the Spirit Sword Daoist, shook his head: "Since he refused, it shows he doesn't wish to join the Spirit Sword Sect; Junior sister, if it's not the Spirit Sword Sect's destiny, don't force it."

"Moreover, didn't his sister already join our Spirit Sword Sect? The reasoning is the same."

Just bind Chen Chuyang; whether he joins the Spirit Sword Sect is up to him.

The Spirit Sword Daoist had few conditions for Chen Chuyang; even the position of Holy Son couldn't sway him, let alone the promise of the Sect Master seat, he remained unmoved. The Spirit Sword Sect has nothing more to offer Chen Chuyang.

Continuing the invitation also fails; rather than being rejected, it's smarter to give up.

"Senior brother, aren't you afraid he'll join another sect? Then it will be a great calamity for our Spirit Sword Sect."

Xinran Zhanglao wasn't being alarmist; Chen Chuyang truly has that ability.

If Chen Chuyang joins another sect, then this world can only permit one sect; with his talent and thirty years of cultivation time, he will surely unify and seal the world—it's that simple.

Chen Chuyang's talent and strength have already proven this.

Perhaps, thirty years aren't needed.

Xinran Zhanglao remained conservative; this is her greatest internal limit.

The Spirit Sword Daoist pressed his hand and said, "Junior sister, rest assured. Since our Spirit Sword Sect has already offered this price and couldn't move Chen Chuyang, other sects can't match such terms; do you think Chen Chuyang would join another sect?"

"You don't understand those sects' nature, Junior sister."

The Yin Gui Sect, Heavenly Heart Sect, and our Spirit Sword Sect, plus the royal family of the Great Qi Dynasty and many families, hidden lineages, all cannot offer this price; Chen Chuyang rejected them, so he will naturally reject others as well.

They need not hurry; Chen Chuyang's sister is in their Spirit Sword Sect, a little cultivation will also bind Chen Chuyang.

The Spirit Sword Daoist said, "From now on, pay more attention to Chen Churan, double the resources."

"Junior sister, you must be more attentive, don't delay them."

Xinran Zhanglao quickly understood the senior brother's meaning, hurriedly clasped her hands and said, "Junior sister understands."

If we can't bribe Chen Chuyang, then bribe his sister, let Chen Churan be grateful to our Spirit Sword Sect, treat this place as a second home; he still doesn't believe we can't handle a Chen Churan.

Your Chen Chuyang is proud and can refuse us.

But his sister cannot.

Xinran Zhanglao stepped back, the Spirit Sword Daoist looked into the distance, his eyes passing through countless clouds.

He landed on Longshe, gave it a glance, and quickly returned.

Longshe Shan's Chen Chuyang, interesting; I didn't expect such a talent within the sealed world, I wonder if you can live until then.

"I look forward to it."

"But don't die too early."

Great Qi Dynasty.

Some corner.

Two figures stood together.

Watching the village before them fall into boundless silence, everyone collapsed.

Evil black aura emanated from their bodies.

Those auras attached to people's bodies, forming pus blisters inside.

When these blisters swell to a certain size, they explode.

The corpses lying on the ground gradually swelled; their bodies bore disgusting blisters, countless, the largest as big as a fist, still expanding.

The whole village was permeated by this aura.

Anyone who inhaled this aura would develop blisters.

Some survivors headed toward villages in all directions, seeking any means to survive.

And these people became the best vectors of infection.

A gray figure clasped its hands, watching the scene, its face full of smile.

"The speed is a bit slow, but it's fine."

"Soon those humans will experience despair."

"Longshe Cheng, do you think you can escape? Soon it will be your turn, Longshe Cheng Chen family."

The black figure beside him heard the words and coldly laughed, "A mere Longshe Cheng cannot trouble you."

"Just a Chen Chuyang, an inexperienced frog in a well; if you act, he certainly cannot survive."

"Actually, you don't need to go through so much trouble."

The gray figure shook its head, coldly saying, "Don't you think this is wonderful? Watching these humans die in despair, I will let Chen Chuyang watch his family die helplessly, one relative after another falling before his eyes; that feeling must be delightful."

"Wan Du, if you wish to kill Chen Chuyang, you may go directly."

"I will help you suppress other condensed pills, how about that?"

The black figure coldly sneered, "Hehe, Mu Longhao, you are so calculating, trying to make me go to my death; that kid Chen Chuyang's cultivation is unknown, his strength unfathomable, my men cannot approach Longshe Shan, let alone discern his exact power."

"You want me to test, hmph."

He is not a fool and would not do such a thing.

There are many ways to kill Chen Chuyang; this is not lacking.

The foreign Demon King before us has considerable strength and malicious mind, not easy to get along with.

Mu Longhao pressed his hand and smiled, "Comrade Wan Du, why be angry? If you don't want to go, you may not go."

"That kid Chen Chuyang's strength is indeed not bad, but he's definitely no match for Fellow Daoist Wandu. Could it be that you're afraid, Fellow Daoist Wandu?"

The Ten Thousand Poison Demon King said disdainfully, "Since you're not afraid, you can go make trouble for Chen Chuyang."

Neither of the two, unwilling to show weakness, wanted to go.

And both hoped the other would go.

It just so happened they were short of someone to probe with—they didn't know Chen Chuyang's true strength. If the other party went, it might force Chen Chuyang to reveal some of his trump cards. Even if the other party died, it wouldn't matter; they were going to die anyway, and dying sooner or later made no difference.

"Alright, since you and I have chosen to join forces, why must we suspect and scheme against each other?"

Mu Longhao said with a grin, "If neither of us makes a move, we can let others make a move. Didn't a true transmission disciple of the Heavenly Heart Sect die in Longshe Cheng? Do you think the Heavenly Heart Sect can swallow this insult?"

"That old fellow from the Heavenly Heart Sect is no easy lamp to trim. Having him deal with Chen Chuyang—wouldn't that be delightful?"

Hearing this, the Ten Thousand Poison Demon King laughed loudly: "Mu Longhao, you underestimate that old ghost Tianxin. He won't act rashly. That old ghost has been in seclusion for years; his mind is not on the sealed world, but on the outside."

"The death of a mere true transmission disciple isn't enough to make him show himself."

Mu Longhao said with a grin, "What if someone else died?"

"Who?"

"Hehe."