Chapter 121: Seeing the Asura Again, Four Seats Stunned

"What does the Sixth Junior Brother think? After all, matters of punishment should be decided by you." Qianyuan Zhenren said, looking toward Fuyin Zhenren.

Upon hearing this, Fuyin Zhenren hesitated for a moment before speaking: "It is not that I am soft-hearted, but if we abolish his cultivation and send him to Siguo Cliff, I fear he will lose his life. It would be better to..."

Before he could finish, Lingxiang immediately interrupted him.

"Sixth Senior Brother is kind-hearted, but others may not necessarily appreciate your kindness. In this world, a life for a life is the righteous principle. You are being kind, but have you thought about those who died? If it were Guanchen, Guanyue, or Maidong who had been killed by this wretch? If that were the case, could you still be this kind-hearted?"

"If the injury is not on one's own body, one will never know the pain, but once it is, neither leniency nor compassion will remain. Does the Sixth Senior Brother intend to strike such a ridiculous pose? Who is not born of parents? Those were two human lives!"

Fuyin Zhenren remained silent for a long time after hearing this, and in the end, he could not say a single word.

Seeing Lingxiang like this, Qianyuan Zhenren knew she was truly angry this time, so he hurriedly spoke to Shangqing Zhenren: "Since that is the case, let us decide it this way."

Shangqing Zhenren kept his eyes closed and said nothing, but Qianyuan Zhenren knew this was tacit approval.

He glanced at Guanxu, and Guanxu understood, raising his hand to strike at Huiwu's crown. But the moment he raised his hand, Huiwu suddenly began to laugh, only this laughter sounded entirely like a different person.

"Truly Tumi's daughter; at such a young age, to have such a state of mind."

After Huiwu finished speaking, an invisible energy around his body instantly repelled Hanwu, who was nearby, and the Binding Spirit Curse on his body was actually broken as well.

Shangqing Zhenren and the Elders were greatly shocked, only to see a purple Curse Seal light up on Huiwu's forehead, and then he began to change starting from the Curse Seal, and before long he had turned into—

Bai Wuchang!

The Elders immediately flew down from the Hunyuan Platform, and seeing this, Bai Wuchang burst into another fit of laughter.

"So that is the Hunyuan Instrument crafted by the ancestors of the Yuanqing Sect; truly exquisite." As he spoke, he shook his robes and took a folding fan from his sleeve to fan himself.

"I have long wanted to observe your sect, but never found the opportunity. Now that I have finally come, why must you all be so enthusiastic as to welcome me in unison? I, Bai, am truly unworthy of such an honor!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, a Dharma Array appeared beneath his feet; it was none other than Zhaoming Zhenren's Five Elements Subduing Demon Array.

The Dharma Array emitted a burst of golden light, instantly wrapping Bai Wuchang within it, but Bai Wuchang merely smiled indifferently, flashed to the side, and dodged it.

Just as Bai Wuchang had dodged, Chengxin Zhenren thrust his sword forward; a cold glint flashed, but it only grazed the corner of Bai Wuchang's robe.

At this moment, two talismans flew toward his face; they were the Heavenly Origin Demon-Driving Talismans thrown by Donghui Zhenren. Bai Wuchang had nowhere to hide, but he only gave a soft laugh, turned his folding fan, and steadily caught the two Talismans.

Looking at the torn fan surface in his hand, he sighed softly: "It was my favorite one; who would have thought it would end up like this? Truly a pity, a pity indeed..."

After speaking, he turned and reached out to attack Fuyin Zhenren, who was about to make a move. Fuyin Zhenren was in the middle of chanting the Heavenly Dipper Formula and, caught off guard by Bai Wuchang's sudden strike, had no way to dodge. In that moment, Shangqing Zhenren flashed from the Hunyuan Platform to stand in front of him, steadily receiving Bai Wuchang's move.

A confrontation of Spirit Power ensued between the two, and the surrounding Spirit Qi surged to form an energy shield, preventing the Elders from getting close for a time.

After only a moment, the two withdrew their moves.

"Guests have arrived, why must you all be like this?" Bai Wuchang retreated to the edge of the gate, shaking the broken fan in his hand, his face showing not the slightest trace of panic.

The Elders were about to step forward to fight again, but Shangqing Zhenren reached out to stop them.

"When the Military Advisor came last time, you destroyed our sect's grand martial arts event. What is your intention in coming this time?"

Bai Wuchang laughed: "Little Shangqing, do not be nervous. I have only come this time to take this person away; I have no other requests."

"However, I now find that young lady to be quite interesting."

He said this while looking at Lingxiang, who remained calm and motionless on the Hunyuan Platform. Lingxiang gave a soft laugh upon hearing this, which actually made Bai Wuchang pause—these brows and eyes were very similar to the Tumi Fairy in his memory.

"To be praised like this by the Demon Lord's top strategist really doesn't make me happy at all." Lingxiang said, slowly walking down from the Hunyuan Platform, "I wondered who it was, so it was you. It seems that our previous encounter was something you had premeditated, was it not, tutor to the Gao family—Master Wei Chang!?"

Hearing this, Bai Wuchang immediately burst into loud laughter: "There is no constancy when there is no permanence; you have a good memory to be able to recognize me at a glance. Interesting, interesting."

"I said that Liu Yaoyi was merely a minor demon, so how could she possess such soul-stealing witchcraft? I suppose that was also your doing?" Lingxiang was now standing alongside the Elders.

Seeing this, Fuyin Zhenren hurriedly reached out to block her and protect her behind him. Seeing this, Bai Wuchang smiled again, shaking the broken fan in his hand and saying:

"Everyone, do not be nervous. Although I am interested in this young lady, there is nothing I can do to her; after all, I am currently only possessing this person's body."

"For a fool like you who doesn't know the seasons and still fans himself on a cold winter day, what is there for us to be nervous about?"

Lingxiang was startled at first upon hearing this, then couldn't help but laugh out loud:

"Fourth Senior Brother says it well. Usually, I just thought you were reticent, but I never expected you to be so good at sarcasm. It is true; this fan is an object of the human world. He is a member of the Demon Race, yet instead of being a proper strategist in the Demon Realm, he insists on learning to act like a human, and does it so unlike a human that he doesn't even realize it himself. It is truly laughable."

The crowd had been braced for battle, but hearing Lingxiang say this, they all struggled to keep their composure, and the two True Persons, Danyang and Danzhu, had already laughed out loud.

Bai Wuchang did not feel embarrassed upon hearing this, but he did close the folding fan in his hand, though the fan surface had been scorched by Donghui Zhenren's talisman, making it difficult to close for a moment.

"What a sharp tongue, truly formidable. Very well, I only came to take someone away this time, so I will not entangle myself with you all any further. When the time is ripe, I will certainly come to visit again." As he spoke, he flicked his robe sleeve, and the Curse Seal on his forehead acted like a wind tunnel, sucking the entire person inside, and in a moment, he had vanished without a trace.

As soon as he stood still, Huiwu immediately raised his hands, clenched his fists, and knelt down.

"Many thanks to the Envoy for the great kindness of saving my life!"

Bai Wuchang, however, had his back to him and did not speak. After a long while, a person walked out from the shadows; it was none other than the wolf-headed man who had previously been hunting down Chiyanzi and Wu Yuan.

And in his hand, he was holding a dagger.

Seeing this, Huiwu felt somewhat panicked, but with Bai Wuchang in front, he dared not speak, only keeping his head lowered, his whole body trembling like chaff.

"What? You boasted earlier about wanting to enter the Demon path, yet now that the moment has arrived, you are afraid instead?" Bai Wuchang said as he turned around, and his face was no longer as it usually was; instead, his white brows flew upward, his eyes were yellow like gold, his ears were like a fierce tiger, and he had a green face and fangs!

"This is my true form. If you wish to enter the Demon path, you must also change into this. What? Are you afraid?"

Hearing this, Huiwu hurriedly shook his head, but his body was still trembling.

He was not trembling from fear, but from joy—it was madness!

Just as he shook his head, the wolf-headed man lifted him up, and Huiwu felt a pain in his heart. Looking down, he saw the dagger was deeply embedded in his chest.

He found it hard to believe, and just at this moment, he saw Bai Wuchang raise a hand, and he found himself suspended in mid-air.

Bai Wuchang cut his own hand and flicked a finger; a drop of blood flew toward Huiwu. Huiwu felt his blood boiling and his insides burning, and a moment later, he turned into a stone statue and fell to the ground!

About half an incense stick later, the stone statue cracked like an eggshell, and then a hand reached out, covered in eerie heat and mucus...