Chapter 323: Mount Wutong That Speaks Reason

"Junior Brother Shen, this is a blood feud."

Master Zhu Jue and Wu Dao'an descended behind the young man, whispering a reminder.

Since matters have been taken this far, there must be no lingering troubles.

That Qiuqiu Ancestor is surely doomed to die.

No matter the cost, we must not retreat.

But how to kill him, they currently have no plan.

"The Ancestor's mind is not yet clear; to rush over will take at least two days."

"Besides the Yaksha Dharma Form, we have brought two other Golden Bodies; command them as you see fit."

After Master Zhu Jue spoke, two figures descended from the sky.

They looked quite old, both unfamiliar faces.

The two stood behind Shen Yi, equally appearing ready to await orders.

Observing their cultivation, it was not profound, merely the Hunyuan Realm.

Yet, facing the fall of two Transformation of Spirit Realm fox demons, they remained calm; their methods must be extraordinary.

"Daoist Brother Shen, such heavy killing intent."

The last to arrive was Tang Yuan; he sighed, yet showed no intention of defending the fox demons.

After all, Qiuqiu came with the intent to replace Great Qian.

For any faction, this is intolerable.

If they lacked strength, that would be one thing.

Now it seems, with Shen Yi's backing, Great Qian, though not comparable to Mount Wutong or Xuan Guang Cave, is certainly not a power that can be provoked lightly.

However.

"Do not blame me for speaking out of turn."

Tang Yuan walked to Shen Yi's side and whispered: "Although it was True Person Nie who angered the Thousand Demon Cave, it is Great Qian that needs protection. The elders of Mount Wutong going to the Thousand Demon Cave took great risks."

"Now is precisely the time when personnel are urgently needed."

"Your slaughter might displease my Master."

Three Transformation of Spirit fox demons are nothing to True Person Qingfeng.

But if they are willing to join forces to resist the Thousand Demon Cave.

They can at least block two Demon Emperors.

Although the disciples of Mount Wutong have strong cultivation, their numbers are truly too few; they are all proud and arrogant, who would be willing to rush about daily to guard a place for another faction?

Shen Yi killed the fox demons who solved his worries.

Yet he cannot fill that hole.

If this offends the Master, and Great Qian encounters problems later, it will not be easy to summon aid.

Setting other things aside, take this Qiuqiu matter.

If Mount Wutong refuses to intervene, even if the Imperial City is stable, the Nine Provinces would long since have fallen into chaos.

"And that Qiuqiu Ancestor; if fighting truly breaks out, even if not comparable to Demon Emperor Qingling, he is a powerhouse of the same realm... you must be careful."

Shen Yi owed Tang Yuan a life-saving debt, but last time they met Demon Emperor Qingling, Tang Yuan had also extended a helping hand without hesitation.

However, this situation is different.

He cannot disobey his Master; it is better to clarify this beforehand to avoid hurting feelings.

"I understand, thank you."

Shen Yi opened his eyes and nodded slightly.

Hearing this, Tang Yuan also looked around, silently calculating Great Qian's chances of victory in his heart.

Even counting all the Golden Body Dharma Forms.

Based on the strength Daoist Brother Shen just displayed, there is still a huge gap to the Mid-Stage of Transformation of Spirit.

Unless the Ancestor of the Martial Temple can be summoned.

One can only hope there is enough time.

Just then, something on his waist suddenly began to flash.

Tang Yuan's face changed slightly: "It's bad."

He had time only to signal Shen Yi with a glance before summoning scorching flames, which turned into a blazing cloud beneath his feet.

He immediately soared into the sky, flying over a hundred li.

He was seen kneeling on one knee, hands clasped in a fist raised above his head: "Disciple Tang Yuan respectfully welcomes the Master's arrival!"

Amidst his loud voice.

Green clouds drifted slowly from afar.

A youth with a youthful face stood with hands behind his back, his Dao robe unmoving; an old man holding a cane stood hunched behind him, his face full of reverence.

"True Person Qingfeng, rest assured; we will wholeheartedly aid Great Qian in resisting demons and monsters, with no slacking, willing to die ten thousand times."

"Hmm."

True Person Qingfeng smiled indifferently.

Regarding the foxes' lies, he did not believe a single word, merely too lazy to expose them.

Mount Wutong is short on people.

Qiuqiu currently vaguely has the qualification to be useful, that is all.

"Rise."

The green clouds swept past Tang Yuan; True Person Qingfeng nodded slightly.

For this nominal disciple, he was still very satisfied.

It was not because of talent.

Mainly because on Mount Wutong he played the role of a errand boy, tidying up trouble for Senior Brother Nie all day, and this little disciple, though good at nothing else, had a temper as weak as his own.

No matter how troublesome the matter, he would not utter a single complaint.

Just like today's affair.

If not for the other party, he would have had to rush over in a panic; how could he be so comfortable now...

Wait.

True Person Qingfeng suddenly twitched his nose.

He smelled a faint trace of blood, and as they drew closer to the Qi Sect, this fishy scent was rapidly growing thick.

That group of foxes should not dare to refuse his face, right?

At this thought, the youth frowned and looked behind him.

But he saw the old man with the cane's face skin already trembling, and the palm gripping the cane shaking like a sieve.

Fine hairs grew between the skin, and the head transformed into a fox head at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"True Person... True Person! What is the meaning of this?!"

Crimson flashed in its eyes, yet it still struggled to suppress the demonic energy, emitting a trembling question.

True Person Qingfeng awkwardly withdrew his gaze.

He seemed to have guessed wrong about something.

He hurriedly kicked Tang Yuan: "Answering your question, what is the meaning of this?"

Tang Yuan hurriedly bowed: "Nothing major, this disciple has already clarified matters between Great Qian and Qingqiu; they were quite amicable... it's just that later they insisted on seeking a private grudge, but ended up losing, suffering heavy losses."

Hearing this, True Person Qingfeng kicked him again: "Exactly how many were lost."

"Should... should be all dead," Tang Yuan stammered in reply.

"Disaster," True Person Qingfeng muttered inwardly, turning to look again; this old fox would not think he deliberately delayed it, then arranged for people to ambush its descendants, would it?

If so, would he not be creating another sin of killing today?

"..."

The cane-wielding old fox was clearly too afraid to even guess in that direction.

It merely stared tightly at the mountain peak where Great Qian was located, staring at the figure sitting cross-legged.

Its pair of eyes were already crimson as blood.

It smelled the scent of the Qingqiu genealogy on the other party.

The next moment, vast power fell upon it, pinning it in place.

"Don't rush, let me go ask first."

True Person Qingfeng casually shook the bell, and in the process comforted the other party.

"Woo! Woo!"

Qingqiu Shenxu Laozu struggled to roll its eyeballs, wishing to tear the youth apart with its bare hands, yet dared not reveal any emotion at all.

The other party killed its clan members, then controlled it first?

What the hell kind of logic is this!

(End of this chapter)