Chapter 240: Dim Stars Obscured and Impermanence

Mai Dong has been back at the Yuanqing for quite some time now. Although her injuries were not light, they were handled properly, and she is now able to get out of bed and hop around.

However, although Fuyin Zhenren felt sorry for Mai Dong's injuries, he was very annoyed by her leaving without saying goodbye. A grounding was certainly inevitable, and he even punished her by having her copy the "Dao Theory" one hundred times.

This made Mai Dong miserable. In the past, when Fuyin Zhenren punished her, it was nothing more than copying Daoist techniques or scriptures, which was manageable, but this time it was the entire "Dao Theory," which was three fingers thick!

It seems that this time Fuyin Zhenren was truly angered.

A group of disciples had just finished sweeping the practice grounds, and the bright, high sun made the bluestone slabs outside Wuji Hall shine black and bright.

Yet inside Wuji Hall, it was dim. Shangqing Zhenren looked full of worry, staring motionless at the Hunyuan Instrument. Looking at the Hunyuan Instrument, the Seven Red Army-Breaking stars flickered on and off, with nebulae rolling all around and stray electricity like snakes.

"Senior Brother..." Qianyuan Zhenren, who was to the side, could not help but speak, his face full of worry.

Ever since Lingxiang was taken away, the Hunyuan Instrument had been in this state. So many days had passed, yet that mass of black mist had lingered and refused to dissipate. Even Shangqing Zhenren, who was usually unflappable, now felt some anxiety in his heart.

"Calculating the days, Hanyang and the others should have arrived by now," seeing Shangqing Zhenren's brows slightly furrowed, Qianyuan Zhenren spoke to comfort him: "With Brother Chiyanzi accompanying them, and the Third Junior Brother also going along, I imagine Lingxiang will surely be safe and sound."

Although he said this, Shangqing Zhenren still could not set his mind at ease. He only looked at that mass of black mist, his eyes dark and unclear.

The Demon Race is making moves again now; what exactly do they intend to do...

Lingxiang did not expect that Bai Wuchang would arrive so quickly. Seeing Long Qi and the others being beaten into a rout by Huiwu, she could not help but panic. What she could not understand was how this Huiwu had become so powerful.

If the feeling Huiwu gave people before was gloomy, then now he had added a bit of ruthlessness, his eyes sinister and filled with killing intent.

And Long Qi had actually fallen into a disadvantage, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, covered in wounds, lying on the ground and unable to crawl up for a long while.

There was also another person whose background was unknown, who was actually able to hold back Xin Yi and the other three. It just looked like he wasn't using his full strength, but rather playing with prey.

And Bai Wuchang was shaking his fan, at ease on the side, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"What exactly do you intend to do?" Lingxiang hurriedly rushed toward the fallen Long Qi, forming seals to condense an array, and asked Bai Wuchang fiercely.

"Hehe, I just want to invite Fucang Elder to have a cup of tea, why get so worked up?" Bai Wuchang smiled on his face.

"Have tea? Ha!" Lingxiang gave a cold snort, her hand seals changing, protecting the injured and fallen Long Qi within the array. "The winter cold is biting and I see you fanning yourself; it is only late spring now, and you are still fanning yourself. With such foolish behavior, what good tea could there be! Truly, you failed to imitate others and instead became neither fish nor fowl. 'Drawing a tiger but ending up with a dog' is exactly what describes you!"

This stark sarcasm made Bai Wuchang pause, the fan in his hand neither folding nor fanning, and he was actually somewhat embarrassed. However, he was able to see it, and after only a moment, his expression returned to normal.

"Fucang Elder truly has a sharp tongue; you have left me somewhat at a loss."

As soon as the words fell, with a glance, Huiwu immediately roared and rushed toward Lingxiang. But because Lingxiang had cast a Dharma Array, he seemed to have crashed into a wall and could not get close at all.

However, Huiwu did not seem annoyed. Only a savage laugh was heard as he changed his sharp claws and smashed them into the invisible wall. The sharp claws made a "hissing" sound, and the Dharma Array shattered like cracked river ice, the cracks spreading and fracturing from the point of impact.

Lingxiang was greatly alarmed at the sight. Since when did Huiwu have such power?

Even so, she did not dare to let her guard down, gathering Qi and twisting seals, only striving to maintain the Dharma Array. But it was all in vain. Huiwu tore it with a light rip, and the invisible wall of the Dharma Array shattered. The fragments fell, burning with strange fire and disappearing in mid-air.

And right within those clusters of flames, Huiwu rushed over violently, and it looked like he was about to reach Lingxiang. Long Qi was burning with anxiety at the sight, struggling to stand up with his sword, but he could never muster the strength and could only spit out a mouthful of blood and kneel on the ground.

At this critical moment, only a humming sound was heard, sparks splashed, and Zhao Wuyang gathered Qi into a sword, blocking in front of Lingxiang and Long Qi.

Is this still that frail Zhao Wuyang? He was actually able to take this move, and even Huiwu was astonished. But it was only for a moment before the two began to fight.

Could it be that the Eternal Firmament has occupied Wuyang's body again? That doesn't seem right, though?

If it really were that old fellow, I fear Huiwu would have long since been reduced to ashes; how could he still have this arrogant appearance now? Looking at it this way, it is indeed little Wuyang.

I didn't expect that a round of Seeking Qi would actually stimulate his potential for Body Movement. Not only could he take such a heavy blow from Huiwu, but he could also reach the front in the blink of an eye without a sound.

I really didn't misjudge him back then; Wuyang is indeed a good seedling for cultivation!

Lingxiang observed for a moment, then hurriedly took a Pill from the small bag at her waist and gave it to Long Qi to take, then gathered Qi at her fingers and pressed on the vital points all over his body.

Right now, it is just these two, and it has already made everyone flustered. If Bai Wuchang were to make a move, I fear he could defeat the few of them in the turn of a hand. It is just that I don't know why he has not made a move, and I don't know what kind of ghost ideas he is plotting.

Forget it, forget it. I cannot worry about that much now; healing Long Qi is the proper thing to do.

The appearance of Zhao Wuyang actually made Huiwu inexplicably excited. Evil wind swirled around his claws, and every move he made became even more ruthless.

And facing Huiwu's violent moves, Zhao Wuyang was actually able to parry and break them one by one. Under their entanglement, between every move and stance, he could occasionally find gaps to form seals and cast spells. For a time, they were evenly matched.

While Zhao Wuyang and Huiwu were locked in a stalemate, Xin Yi and the other three were also unable to distinguish a winner with the other person. I saw that person in Mysterious Armor, a black cloth hood, a piece of cloth covering his face, only seeing angry brows flying horizontally, eyes revealing fierce light, the blade in his hand shimmering with purple light, extremely bizarre, Evil Qi overflowing—it was a Demon Blade!

That person, relying on his own strength, held back both Xin Yi and Liu Xia, and was even able to easily dodge the Talisman Method secretly released by Banxia. Thus, it can be seen that the person's cultivation is profound.

Xin Yi naturally knew the power of this person, and that person also seemed to know his methods. Every time Xin Yi wanted to perform the Lu Family Secret Technique, before he could even form the fingers and twist the seals, he would be interrupted by that person.

This is somewhat passive.

But fortunately, Liu Xia seized a momentary gap. I saw his left hand changing complexly, and the Huasheng Sword in his right hand immediately changed its appearance.

The blade instantly turned into individual willow branches, surging like waves, moving like snakes. Those countless willow branches were of different thicknesses, and their leaves were actually individual blades, shimmering with cold light, clinking and clanking, entangling and rushing toward the black-clad person.

This move came with great momentum, either scattering and surrounding, or drilling into the ground, unexpected and difficult to guard against.

Even so, the black-clad person did not look panicked. With a few flashes and shifts, he dodged it easily without any effort, and not even his robe hem was touched.

However, it was precisely because of this that it gave Xin Yi an opportunity to perform.

I saw a darkness covering the sky and sun, and in the blink of an eye, Xin Yi had disappeared without a trace. And just as that black-clad person was dodging, a cold light flashed, and a blade was right before his eyes.

However, that person was no pushover; with a force from his waist, his body leaned backward.

But it was still a bit late.

A string of blood beads sprayed out, and the face mask was also knocked off.

"It's you!"