Chapter 50: Fellow Daoist, This Magic Treasure Is Truly Dangerous

Upon hearing the cry "Acting on behalf of Heaven to execute justice," Chen Ye decisively praised himself: "I indeed guessed correctly."

This formation drew in a rather large quantity of heavenly and earthly spiritual energy; it was truly too lively.

Moreover, many had died here, and this soaring resentment was directly awakened by Chen Ye's noise, shining like a torch.

Mo Ci had reminded him more than once that killing people to cultivate could not be done on a large scale; this was no longer the era where that former Demon Lord called the shots.

Back when demon heads flew everywhere, killing people to cultivate was perfectly normal; wiping out a village here, penning up an entire city there, human lives were as cheap as dogs, which only resulted in forcing even more demon heads into existence.

Later, when killing mortals barely sufficed, the Demon Lords finally issued orders for the lesser demon heads to restrain themselves slightly.

At that time, when demon heads met, their greeting was always like this.

"How many have you killed?"

"Several hundred, perhaps."

"And yesterday?"

What soaring resentment? Back then, one glance with spiritual eyes would reveal that the entire world was filled with resentment.

Those days are gone now, impossible to return to.

Whenever demon heads caused any disturbance, it was like splashing ink dots onto a sheet of white paper, clearly visible from hundreds of miles away, so attracting the attention of other cultivators was only too normal.

However, the Fenxiang Sect?

They were seemingly one of the five great orthodox sects, rumored to be the most eclectic lineage among the prestigious orthodox schools, specializing especially in pill refinement.

Seeing that this person's magic treasure was a pill furnace, it seemed the rumors were true.

Since he was from a prestigious orthodox sect, Chen Ye did not wish to fall out with him and was preparing to explain, but the newcomer gave him no chance to speak.

A jet of flame erupted from that bronze pill furnace, flying toward Chen Ye like a long snake.

Chen Ye reached into his storage bag and grabbed two "Summon Wind" talismans.

Chen Ye had prepared many such talismans to deal with Jiang Shiyue, never expecting they would still be useful even after Jiang Shiyue's death.

However, these two talismans of Chen Ye were not intended to blow away that fire snake.

Before understanding the principles behind an opponent's spell, one must avoid rashly choosing a countermeasure; if the wind failed to disperse this fire snake, he would be in trouble.

Therefore, Chen Ye used these two talismans on himself.

Chen Ye lightly tapped his toes, causing the two "Summon Wind" talismans in his palms to explode; the violent gust pushed him backward through the air for thirty feet, just barely dodging the crimson fire snake spewed from the bronze pill furnace. The flame brushed his clothing hem, scorching a ten-foot patch of ground black, instantly filling the air with the acrid stench of sulfur and burnt bone ash.

"Hm? Is that all?"

Observing the trail left by the fire snake, Chen Ye felt slightly surprised; its power was far less than he had anticipated.

Not flexible, incapable of exploding, nor possessing high temperatures that ignite everything instantly... wasn't this just ordinary fire?

Chen Ye reckoned he could produce such fire himself, albeit less conveniently; was this really the level of a Fenxiang Sect disciple?

Perhaps he had subconsciously taken Su Su Chunyi as the average standard for disciples of major sects, and having recently eliminated two individuals at the Tongxuan Realm, Chen Ye's judgment regarding the combat proficiency of normal cultivators had become severely skewed.

But Wei Wei Changsheng did not think so.

He only felt that his single strike had forced this little demon head into a panicked flight.

Although the fire was merely mortal fire, striking a cultivator who had not yet tempered their body with Gangsha would still result in scorched flesh and blackened skin; the excruciating pain of burning flames was sufficient to render one incapable of resistance.

One glance at Chen Ye's aura-lit appearance told Wei Wei Changsheng he was merely at the early stage of the Qi Sea Realm, not even having completed spiritual energy body tempering, so how could he possibly be a match for himself?

After the first strike missed, Wei Wei Changsheng activated his magic treasure again, sending out another fire snake that circled around to slam into Chen Ye's waist.

But Chen Ye did not repeat his previous trick; instead, he unleashed the Summon Wind talisman, and a fierce gust blew the fire snake off course.

"Indeed, it is just mortal fire."

Regardless of whether this person was underestimating him or feigning weakness, Chen Ye decided to counterattack.

Under Chen Ye's mental control, the green-faced evil ghost swung the chains in its hand toward Wei Wei Changsheng.

The rust-covered iron hook flew faster than the fire snake, appearing utterly merciless as it hooked directly toward Wei Wei Changsheng's heart.

Wei Wei Changsheng merely sneered with disdain; how could a body tempered by Gangsha fear a mere iron hook?

However, he was not arrogant enough to withstand a Demon Sect spell with his bare flesh; Wei Wei Changsheng slapped the Five Immortals Furnace beneath him, shifting his position to block the green-faced evil ghost's iron hook with this pill furnace.

In Wei Wei Changsheng's view, at worst he would suffer some impact, for this Five Immortals Furnace was no ordinary magic treasure; even within the Fenxiang Sect, it counted as a superior treasure.

As a furnace used for pill refinement, aside from other qualities, sturdiness was its primary attribute.

Wei Wei Changsheng had sufficient confidence in the sturdiness of the Five Immortals Furnace; even Su Su Chunyi's sword might not necessarily damage his magic treasure, let alone a mere Qi Sea Realm spell...

As the iron hook collided with the Five Immortals Furnace, Wei Wei Changsheng's confident smile instantly froze.

There was no expected impact, nor any sound whatsoever.

The iron hook simply passed straight through the Five Immortals Furnace, arriving before Wei Wei Changsheng's face.

Wei Wei Changsheng initially thought the hook was an illusion, yet the metallic stench and rotting odor rushing toward his face were so distinct.

Now it was too late to dodge.

Wei Wei Changsheng's pupils constricted sharply; he instinctively leaned back, yet the iron hook still pierced into his shoulder blade.

Wei Wei Changsheng had originally expected this object to pass through his body as well, but he only felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, having actually taken a solid hit.

A body tempered by Gangsha should be incredibly tough, difficult for ordinary blades to harm, yet this iron hook effortlessly pierced his bone, hooking him right off the Five Immortals Furnace.

The excruciating pain robbed Wei Wei Changsheng of his ability to think.

He could swear to Heaven that this agony rivaled the pain endured during his initial Gangsha body tempering; no, it was even more painful, even more terrifying.

Disregarding his dignity, Wei Wei Changsheng rolled wildly on the ground, emitting bursts of miserable screams.

But the more he rolled, the tighter the chains bound him; although clearly illusory, they managed to lock Wei Wei Changsheng firmly in place until he could not move at all.

The Five Immortals Furnace, losing control, crashed down heavily, smashing a large pit into the ground.

Yet it was indeed sturdy enough; it appeared not only undamaged but seemingly without even a scratch.

Chen Ye looked at Wei Wei Changsheng rolling on the ground, his brows furrowed tightly.

The power of this iron hook and chain was calculated based on sin; for a little demon head like Chen Ye, it would feel like a punch to the chest, so why would a disciple of a prestigious orthodox sect be rolling on the ground in agony?

Who exactly was the demon head here?

Could it be that this fellow was an impostor?

Chen Ye paid no heed to his frantic shouting; with a wave of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, he commanded the resentful souls to rush forward and strip him bare.

He merely did not expect that these fierce and violent resentful souls would hesitate when facing this green-faced evil ghost; even Yang Yang Chongguang, a veteran who had once fought bloody battles on the battlefield, dared not advance.

Yang Yang Chongguang even stated directly: "Benefactor, your miraculous art is so frightening; my body feels weak, I cannot move."

Chen Ye had not expected that the evil ghost condensed by this secret technique would also have the effect of intimidating resentful souls, so he could only withdraw the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and run over to this person himself.

But due to this delay, the pain on Wei Wei Changsheng's body had lessened considerably, allowing him to move with difficulty.

Chen Ye hurriedly controlled the green-faced evil ghost, using the chains to bind this fellow several more times.

Then, he howled even louder.

Chen Ye smiled and said: "Fellow Daoist, do not take offense; I did this merely for self-preservation."

"Damn demon head!" Wei Wei Changsheng roared with a hoarse voice: "I will definitely kill you!"

Chen Ye smiled and extended both hands toward him.

"What are you doing?!"

Unable to move, Wei Wei Changsheng could only watch helplessly as Chen Ye removed his storage bag.

"You dare rob treasures belonging to my Fenxiang Sect?!"

Wei Wei Changsheng struggled fiercely, but these chains suppressed him so tightly that he could not even shift his body.

Chen Ye explained: "Fellow Daoist, do not take offense; after all, no one knows what treasures might be pulled from a cultivator's storage bag; this is merely self-preservation, nothing more."

After saying this, Chen Ye also removed the jade pendant from his waist.

"This jade pendant is full of wood-attribute spiritual energy; corresponding to Kun above and Dui below, forming the Ze Di Cui hexagram, it might summon wooden thorns to pierce through my body, so I shall temporarily keep it safe for you."

Wei Wei Changsheng shouted loudly: "Nonsense, this is for self-defense..."

But how would Chen Ye listen to him; he then removed his hairpin as well.

"Made of yin-sunken wood, a good item... ah no, a very dangerous magic treasure."

"This clothing of yours, made of fire-washed cloth and heavenly silkworm silk, is impervious to fire and water... hmm, it might also wrap a person inside, turning them into pus and water within three quarters of an hour; I shall put it away for you first."