Chapter 55: The White-Faced Asura, Demon Wuchang

Just as everyone was wondering where this sword array had come from, they saw Shangqing Zhenren and Qianyuan Zhenren fly down.

As soon as the two True Persons stood still, they hurriedly stepped forward to examine everyone's injuries.

It could be seen that among the six, apart from Liu Xia and Banxia, all were covered in wounds; although Zhao Wuyang and Chengkai only had superficial injuries, the Miasma Poison had already invaded their bodies, while Xin Yi was not only deeply affected by the Miasma Poison but also had internal injuries.

Long Qi was in the most serious condition, with his Qi channels in chaos and his heart pulse reversing; if he were not treated quickly, his path of cultivation would likely be cut short right here!

Shangqing Zhenren hurriedly sealed the vital points all over Long Qi's body first, and then proceeded to channel Spirit Qi into him and Xin Yi right on the spot.

Just at this moment, a sudden "pfft" sound was heard.

"Hahahaha... It has been many years, yet Qianyuan, you little brat, your Fumo Sword Array has actually become increasingly refined."

Hearing the voice, everyone looked toward the forest and saw a man in white walking out leisurely while fanning himself with a folding fan.

As soon as Qianyuan Zhenren saw that person, his eyes narrowed instantly.

"White-Faced Asura!"

Banxia did not yet know what had happened, but she saw a flash of golden light before her eyes, and Qianyuan the Adept flew out, his hand seals fluttering and his footsteps shifting, instantly unfolding a Dharma Array in front of everyone!

But before she could even blink, she saw a void golden sword fly toward the newcomer; the momentum was like a rainbow piercing the sun, yet...

The newcomer merely flickered and dodged it with ease!

Qianyuan Zhenren was about to strike again, but he heard that person say indifferently:

"Why be so angry? This is, after all, the borrowed body of a disciple from your sect; if it were to take a blow from your cultivation level, wouldn't it be reduced to ashes?"

Upon hearing this, Qianyuan Zhenren was greatly shocked; he hurriedly retracted his divine ability and squinted at the newcomer.

"A dignified strategist under the Demon Lord, actually taking a fancy to the physical body of a disciple of my sect? What? Do you no longer care about your reputation as the 'White-Faced Asura'?"

"Hehe! You are a sect Manager after all; these biting remarks really do come easily to you." The person called "White-Faced Asura" fanned himself calmly, his expression composed and at ease. "The Demon Race has always acted as they please. If I, Bai Wuchang, want to borrow someone's body, then I borrow it. What can you do to me?"

"You!" Qianyuan Zhenren was choked with anger for a moment, not knowing how to retort.

At this time, Shangqing Zhenren withdrew his technique, rose, and stepped forward.

"I do not know what my Yuanqing Sect still possesses that the Demon Lord cannot let go of, to the point of troubling his number one strategist to come in person."

"Ha!" That Bai Wuchang gave a cold laugh. "That is a way to put it. Shangqing, you little brat, I consider myself an old acquaintance with you all. I have merely come to pay a visit; since the guest has arrived, why be so confrontational? Is this the hospitality of a prestigious sect? Come to think of it, I even have some friendship with that boy lying there."

Lying there?

Qianyuan Zhenren frowned—what did that mean? There were three brats lying there; which one could have any friendship with him?

"Hehehe..." Shangqing Zhenren stroked his beard and laughed: "That is a joke. My sect is hospitable, truly hospitable; as for you people of the Demon Race calling yourselves guests, I find it hard to agree."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Shangqing Zhenren's wide sleeves fluttered, and a beam of green light flew out, striking Bai Wuchang directly.

And Bai Wuchang seemed to intentionally not dodge, continuing to fan himself leisurely.

"Hahahaha! To have the fortune of seeing the Demon-Extinguishing Clear Radiance is a trip worth taking. Let us leave it at this for today; when the Demon Lord leaves seclusion, I will certainly come to ask for instruction again..."

As the green light dissipated, Bai Wuchang's laughter gradually faded, and where he had originally stood, a person was now lying.

That person was wearing the brown robe of an Outer Disciple; it was none other than Huiwu!

The appearance of the Demon Race caught the Yuanqing Sect off guard; Elder Zhaoming specifically reinforced the mountain arrays of each peak for this, which truly consumed quite a bit of vital energy.

"The Mountain Guarding Array has no flaws; why must Fifth Senior Brother act as if facing a great enemy?" Lingxiang said, picking up a Juechen Pill from beside her and weighing it: Hmm~ the feel is not bad.

"Nonsense!" Zhaoming Zhenren snatched the treasure bead away and gently placed it back in its original spot. "Did you not hear what the Sect Leader Senior Brother said? The person who came was that White-Faced Asura, an elite among demons. Everyone saw his methods during the sect's great disaster many years ago. This person has always been calculating and elusive, and he never does anything without meaning. Coming to our door this time, he must have a motive!"

"Junior Brother Zhaoming is right," Qianyuan Zhenren looked toward Shangqing Zhenren. "This person appears calm, but is actually exceptionally cunning. If we do not make preparations early, I fear there will be further schemes."

Shangqing Zhenren did not speak, only squinting at the mirage on the Hunyuan Instrument; the Po Jun Star Position was already clear.

"Hi~ what is the use of defending? If he could enter the array once so silently, there will be a second time. Defense is definitely not foolproof. As the old saying goes, soldiers come to block, water comes to earth; even if we reinforce the mountain array now, we do not even know how he entered the array. Does this defense have any meaning?"

As Lingxiang spoke, she picked up a Wumu String and swung it around—it had been a long time since she came to Wuji Hall; she did not expect there to be even more treasures here.

Seeing her like this, Zhaoming Zhenren hurriedly snatched it away, pulled her up to the Hunyuan Platform, and then with a wave of his hand, the high-quality Wumu String landed steadily back in its original place.

"How are the injuries of those Outer Disciples?" Shangqing Zhenren asked with his eyes closed.

"The Miasma Poison injuries are likely difficult to recover from," Fuyin Zhenren glanced at Lingxiang and replied: "Moreover, Long Qi's blood reversal has damaged his foundation; I fear he will be bedridden for much longer and will need careful recuperation for a long time."

"What about the vine spirits and tree monsters of Yinyu Mountain?"

"There is still no effective method... For now, Senior Brother Zhaoming has used the Mountain-Arranging Array to isolate them. Time flows slowly within the array; we will wait until we find a way before releasing them."

Danyang Zhenren was also exceptionally anxious: it would be fine if ordinary trees were struck by Miasma Poison, but these spirits had already achieved Spirit Communication, so that would not work. Although it was a hurdle set up for martial exercises in the beginning, no one had expected them to protect a group of Outer Disciples from the claws of demon creatures.

"That is easy to handle," Lingxiang spoke up at this moment: "Since we have the Spirit Keeper Fruit, we only need to combine it with other Spirit Plants from Qingwei Peak to refine Quxie Pill, dissolve it in water, and then use the Huayu Technique to resolve it."

Upon hearing Lingxiang's words, Danyang's eyes lit up: That is right, he had forgotten about his little junior sister.

"In this way, it will be much easier to clear the Miasma Poison from those disciples, but..." Lingxiang said, suddenly putting on a pitiful expression, "Although this young woman has the heart to relieve the worries of the senior brothers, my cultivation is shallow; I fear it will be difficult to refine high-quality pills. If only Linglong were still here..."

She dragged out the word "here" with a sense of lingering sorrow, circling above Wuji Hall and refusing to dissipate, making Danyang Zhenren's whole body tense up.

"Put away those little schemes of yours," Qianyuan Zhenren laughed: "Do not use this to threaten us. Since you have brought up the matter of the pills, go and refine them. As for the Linglong Treasure Furnace, I advise you to give up that thought sooner rather than later."

Upon hearing this, Lingxiang immediately lost her pitiful posture, pouted, and sat down on the Hunyuan Platform in a huff.

"Then let it be so!" Whether Shangqing Zhenren did it on purpose or not, he added this sentence, which made Lingxiang's hair stand on end with anger.

Hmph! Old stubborn! Actually playing with me!