Chapter 939: Welcome Banquet and Cleansing?

A loud bang!

The fanged man had no chance to cry out before Shi Yong, clad in stone armor, smashed him into pieces.

Shi Yong's feet slammed hard against the ground, but he couldn't stop his momentum—he kept sliding forward.

"Roar!"

One of the fanged men, seeing his companion killed, let out a furious roar.

He saw Shi Yong sliding toward him and immediately cast a spell.

Instantly, countless shards of stone surged into the air, swept along by a green demonic wind.

Fanged Demon Art: Shattered Stones Chaos!

This technique stirs up broken stones and summons a demonic wind to disrupt the energy flow of all targets within the area.

"Da Yong!" a woman cried out, watching the stone armor plates on Shi Yong peel away one by one.

The water armor hidden beneath the stone armor also became wildly unstable.

If this continued, wouldn't Shi Yong be forced to meet the fanged man's fang club with nothing but his flesh and blood?

After all, the Divine Being Shan Wei ranked fourth precisely because of its absolute defense!

Not only physical defense—Shan Wei's sect also specializes in spiritual defense techniques.

Even when deep in enemy lines, its followers never fear.

Our sect excels in defense—what can you do against us?

But the fanged clan doesn't break your armor.

They disrupt your spellcasting, rendering all Shan Wei defense techniques useless.

It's a kind of dimensional downgrade strike.

"Whoosh!"

The Shan Wei female disciple, clad in a "mini stone mech," brimmed with divine power.

Shan Wei Divine Art: Stone Power!

Her thighs taut, she stomped the ground hard and launched herself like a cannonball.

"Roar!" The fanged man roared, still fixated on the sliding Shi Yong, oblivious to his impending death.

The Shan Wei female disciple plunged alone into the storm of shattered stones and demonic wind—her armor peeled away too, but her fists were powerful!

It must be noted:

Techniques like Shattered Stones Chaos and Blood Sea Chaos only disrupt target spellcasting, causing the caster's divine power to run wild.

They do not prohibit spellcasting entirely!

Yet Stone Power and Fiery Heaven Power are techniques that rely on triggering divine power to boil within the body.

A strange situation emerged!

The more the fanged men disrupted spellcasting, the smoother the Shan Wei disciple's Divine Art: Stone Power became.

"Bang!!"

Shi Yong was still braking when the woman's small fist clenched and crushed the fanged man's skull.

Blood and flesh splattered across the woman's body.

"Fangling!" Shi Yong's heart jolted.

He saw Wan Fangling shoot past like an arrow and slam into a towering stone pillar.

Honestly, if an ordinary person had hit such a grand pillar at that speed,

They'd have been smashed into pulp!

Fortunately, Wan Fangling was a Jiang Jing powerhouse with formidable physical strength.

"Boom!"

Wan Fangling was a ruthless one.

To avoid being passively slammed, she chose to strike first!

Her small fists clenched tight, like Iron Arm Atom, she pounded the pillar relentlessly.

"Ugh!"

Wan Fangling let out a muffled groan.

Her momentum was too fierce, her force too brutal.

Her water armor had already nearly vanished while crossing the shattered-stone demonic wind zone—this impact shattered it completely.

Instantly, her fists were a bloody mess.

"Roar!" The fanged man's roar sounded again.

Two long fangs materialized midair, blocking Wan Fangling's flight path.

"Sword! Attack!!"

At that exact moment, a cry rang out.

Gu Zhang, the team leader, grimaced.

He immediately ordered: "Retreat! Exit the Wàn Rèn Mountain zone—ignore the fanged... hmm?"

Gu Zhang froze.

There was indeed a sword strike—but not from Jian Yi's sect. It was a black ice sword?

Divine weapon?!

Gu Zhang sensed danger.

But to his shock, the divine weapon didn't kill in the chaos—it pierced the skull of one fanged man.

And that fanged man was the one who had just cast the Demon Art: Fangs on Wan Fangling!

"Ssssh!"

The blade pierced the skull, driving the fanged man backward and pinning him to a grand stone pillar.

The two long fangs in the distance, still mid-strike, lost their master's control.

Wan Fangling narrowly escaped, zipping through the gap between the fangs.

"Kill." A cold female voice spoke.

Gu Zhang tensed and turned his head.

At the edge of Wàn Rèn Mountain, several Yu Fu disciples flew in like divine reinforcements, hurling white jade tablets.

"Bang!"

"Boom!" Fire talismans exploded in succession.

Fanged men were swallowed by flames and blasted away by shockwaves, spraying blood along their flight paths as screams rose everywhere.

In less than half a minute, all fanged men were dead.

Gu Zhang, with three companions, formed a defensive formation, watching the Yu Fu disciples.

Only Shi Yong ran to Wan Fangling's side and helped her up.

Eventually, all eyes fixed on a woman in a white dress.

She was ethereal, her aura staggering.

Though veiled in white, the upper half of her face revealed extraordinary beauty.

As the black ice sword slowly sheathed itself at her waist, Gu Zhang swallowed hard.

"Thank you for your assistance, fellow cultivator!" Shi Yong called out loudly.

Beside him, Wan Fangling nudged Shi Yong's elbow.

"No need for thanks," Jiang Ruyi hovered in midair, observing the small gesture.

What puzzled her was the intense hostility from this middle-aged woman with bloodied hands.

The four Shan Wei followers below also radiated hostility—bordering on murderous intent!

Why?

Yu Fu's team just saved them.

If they were merely cautious, that'd be understandable.

But this faint murderous intent—

Is this normal?

Below, Gu Zhang's eyes flickered as his thoughts raced.

Do these people truly harbor no murderous intent?

Judging by the torn state of their robes, they must have just arrived in this realm?

If so, everything made sense!

Gu Zhang's gaze swept over the black-and-gold sword scabbard and hilt, then bowed respectfully: "May I ask, fellow cultivator, are you new to this realm?"

Jiang Ruyi looked down at the man: "Why do you say so?"

Gu Zhang chuckled self-deprecatingly, gesturing to his tattered clothes.

Jiang Ruyi: "..."

Seeing her reaction, Gu Zhang understood. He added: "This place isn't safe to linger. Let's exit the Wàn Rèn Mountain territory first."

"Mm." Jiang Ruyi lifted her head, gazing at the dense forest of towering stone pillars.

So this "forest of pillars" is called Wàn Rèn Mountain?

It fits well.

Jiang Ruyi turned and flew westward.

Gu Zhang gestured to his team, his gaze inadvertently flickering to Jiang Ruyi's waist, where the divine weapon hung.

Soon, both groups exited Ten Thousand Blades Mountain and halted at a massive boulder several hundred meters away.

"Thank you all for your assistance!" This time, it was Gu Zhang who spoke.

Jiang Ruyi lightly waved her hand.

Usually silent and reserved, she broke her habit by speaking at length—and even more unusually, smiled warmly.

"We passed through here and saw our fellow humans fighting demons—how could we stand idly by?"

Her words left two Shengwei devotees with strange expressions.

One of them was Shi Yong.

He glanced at his wife, but she was already channeling her Water Armor to cleanse her wounds with divine power.

Jiang Ruyi's face remained calm, but her heart sank.

Something was wrong.

Her words seemed to clash with their beliefs?

At least two of the Shengwei disciples clearly disagreed.

Why?

Shouldn't fellow humans help each other?

Gu Zhang quickly laughed. "You've just arrived, so you likely don't understand Sacred Spirit Mountain well. If you don't mind, come back with us—we'll fulfill our duty as hosts, introduce you to the local situation, and welcome our fellow humans properly."

At this, Shi Yong turned to look at Gu Zhang.

Fulfill our duty as hosts?

Welcome our fellow humans?

Ridiculous! How could Sacred Spirit Mountain have such customs?

Gu Zhang has set his sights on this group!

Shi Yong wrestled internally, silent, then glanced again at his wife.

Wan Fangling continued washing her hands with her Water Armor, showing no reaction.

"Do any of you know which direction the sea lies?" Jiang Ruyi suddenly asked.

She didn't wait for an answer, changing the subject.

Gu Zhang paused, then shook his head. "When the Shengwei Lord teleported us here, we landed right here—we haven't gone far."

Jiang Ruyi fell into thought, hands clasped behind her back. "Are there any towns nearby? Or gathering places for our fellow humans?"

Gu Zhang shook his head again. "Probably not—at least, I've never found any."

As he spoke, he glanced left and right, then stepped back.

Gu Zhang opened his arms, embracing his two teammates like brothers in misfortune, and smiled bitterly. "We're too weak, and all around us is Ten Thousand Blades Mountain—we can't go far. Since the Shengwei Lord dropped us here, we've been clinging to life together."

Watching his gesture, Jiang Ruyi sneered inwardly.

She had already kept her hands behind her back; now her right fingertips trembled slightly, as if sketching something invisible.

The four behind their leader immediately noticed a faint spark flickering at the tip of her fingers.

An Xian couldn't help but frown.

The four standing behind the leader immediately noticed a faint spark appearing at the lady's fingertips.

What is the Lady doing?

Gu Zhang pressed urgently: "My lords, this place isn't safe—demons could burst out of Ten Thousand Blades Mountain at any moment. Please return with us first, settle in, then we'll discuss further."

"Fine." To everyone's surprise, Jiang Ruyi agreed.

Gu Zhang stared at the breathtaking immortal woman, and through her beautiful eyes, he sensed something.

Or perhaps—it was the reactions of a few behind her that gave him a clue.

"Fine." To everyone's surprise, Jiang Ruyi agreed.

The arrow was already on the string; he had to shoot.

Gu Zhang had a premonition: even if he wanted to stop, this unnervingly sharp and alert woman would never let him.

Jiang Ruyi nodded with a smile. "Lead the way."

Gu Zhang tilted his head slightly, gesturing behind Jiang Ruyi and her group. "That direction."

"Huh?" Jiang Ruyi feigned turning aside—and suddenly hurled her Explosive Spirit Talisman.

Gu Zhang's divine power surged—he acted instantly!

Divine Art: Stone Power!

Gu Zhang gripped his two teammates and hurled them like cannonballs straight ahead.

Gu Zhang's divine strength surged, and he moved at once!

The Explosive Spirit Talisman detonated.

A terrifying firestorm surged forward, its blast wave exploding outward.

Jiang Ruyi's eyes turned icy as she rapidly retreated; a string of golden-jade talismans stacked together, swelling into one-meter-wide golden-jade shields.

"Crack! Crack! Crack…"

The firestorm and blast wave only slowed the attackers—they couldn't stop the Shengwei disciples' assault!

Under the crushing force of Stone Power, the two Shengwei disciples shattered shield after shield.

When facing the Fang-faced demons, the Shengwei devotees trembled.

But when facing their own kind?

The Shengwei devotees were brutal, arrogant beyond measure!

Yet Jiang Ruyi's series of divine arts had already bought everyone breathing room.

All of them shot upward into the sky.

"F*** you!" Zhang Zhenghu exploded in rage, utterly breaking the icy demeanor of the Yu Fu sect, "We just helped you! Is this how you repay kindness?"

Jiang Ruyi's long skirt swirled, her hair streaming forward.

For an instant, her cold gaze mirrored someone else's chilling intensity.

Gu Zhang's face darkened with shame and fury.

If only I'd moved sooner—if only I'd acted earlier!

This wasn't supposed to happen!

At this range, with my Stone Power, I launched two heavy cannonballs—I should've shattered at least two of them!

According to plan, my two teammates should've crushed three or four!

But now—

Gu Zhang's pupils shrank slightly.

Above, the white-robed woman raised her hand—and dozens of white jade talismans plummeted like rain.

"Swoosh! Swoosh!"

(End of Chapter)

In the sky, the woman in the white dress waved her jade hand, and numerous white jade tablets shot downward at high speed.

"Swoosh~ Swoosh~!"

(End of Chapter)