Chapter 894

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Xu Zhangqing raised his hand and pointed to the teleportation array beside him: "Go, go avenge your wife and daughter."

Li Chuan trembled all over and immediately knelt on one knee before Xu Zhangqing: "Thank you, my lord!"

After speaking, his figure flashed, transforming into a black afterimage that flew into the teleportation array.

As the light of the teleportation array gradually faded, Fenglong frowned slightly: "My lord, this person Li Chuan is too extraordinary."

Xu Zhangqing glanced sideways at him, gesturing for him to continue.

Fenglong continued: "He was originally a body cultivator, yet refined poison within his body, his obsession deep enough to withstand the evil qi of the Corpse King Sword."

Now, with the added power of the Myriad Aspects Spirit Robe, his combat strength approaches the Spirit Severing stage.

Such a mindset and such fortune—he will likely be a major variable in the future."

Xu Zhangqing shook his head and said calmly: "It has come to this; regret is meaningless. We'll take it one step at a time."

He paused, a glint of resolve flashing in his eyes: "You need not worry that he will betray us."

Fenglong was slightly stunned, then reacted: "Understood. With the blood contract in place, this person dares not harbor divided loyalties."

"Not just the blood contract."

Xu Zhangqing's gaze fell toward the teleportation array: "The Myriad Aspects Spirit Robe he wears was refined by me with my own essence blood, and is linked to my divine soul."

Therefore, with a single thought, I can cause his divine soul to be annihilated."

Fenglong's heart stirred, and he asked tentatively: "My lord, with such a layout, could it be that you wish to leave Dongting Immortal Sect?"

Xu Zhangqing denied his guess: "No, it is not I who wish to leave."

"But in the future, the Immortal Sect will surely split apart."

Fenglong's face showed surprise and doubt: "What do you mean?"

Xu Zhangqing said in a deep voice: "You have also seen it—the hidden dangers underground are growing worse, yet the sect's high level refuses to resolve them, instead cooperating with the Outer Realm Foreign Races."

It is plainly clear they have other plots and are hiding other plans."

The foundation of Dongting Immortal Sect relies entirely on the underground spirit veins for support."

Once something happens, the spirit fields will become barren, the Spirit Beast Valley will surely be disbanded, the Water Controlling Pavilion will inevitably be cut off from its source, and even the flames of the Earth Fire District will be extinguished."

By that time, the sect will surely be in disarray."

And those elders and pavilion masters who hold real power will never sit and wait for death."

If all goes as expected, the future Dongting Immortal Sect will split into several factions."

After hearing this, Fenglong's heart trembled.

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One day later, Poison Evil Sect.

Outside the mountain gate, poison mist surged and miasma spread.

Everywhere were dry bones and remains discarded after testing medicines; the scene was too horrific to behold.

Li Chuan stood in midair, wearing the Myriad Aspects Spirit Robe and holding the Corpse King Sword. Evil qi like ink surrounded him; without doing anything, he pressed down on the Poison Evil Sect's Mountain Guarding Grand Array until it crackled and cracked inch by inch.

The gatekeeper disciples did not even have time to scream before being turned into flying ash by the corpse evil.

He advanced straight ahead, and no one could stop him.

Soon, he landed before the doors of the Main Hall.

The next second, the hall doors exploded open with a boom.

Then, an old man wearing a green robe with a sinister and grim expression appeared.

This man was precisely the Sect Master of Poison Evil Sect, Lu Han Zhou, a cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage.

The moment he appeared, he was startled by the evil qi and pressure emanating from Li Chuan, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He was secretly shocked and hurriedly operated his poison art with all his strength, only then stabilizing his own aura.

Lu Han Zhou's face, however, feigned calmness, and he asked with a smile that did not reach his eyes: "This Dao Friend, you rush into my Poison Evil Sect with such a fierce aura. I do not know what important business brings you?"

He clearly sensed that the strength of the person before him was unfathomable.

Therefore, he did not directly attack, but was instead courteous.

Li Chuan's eyes were black as an abyss, his voice icy and bone-piercing: "Decades ago, near Qingfeng Ridge, you captured a pair of mortal mother and daughter, using them as new medicine cauldrons for testing medicines."

Do you still remember this matter?"

Lu Han Zhou was stunned, then sneered: "Of the mortals and low-level cultivators I have captured, there are ten thousand or eight thousand; they are all merely medicine cauldrons. How could I remember a mere pair of mother and daughter?"

Afterward, he sized up Li Chuan from top to bottom, then asked: "What is your relationship with those two cauldrons?"

Hearing this, Li Chuan's lips moved slightly, and his hoarse voice was squeezed out from his throat with difficulty: "They were my wife and daughter!"

Hearing this, Lu Han Zhou's expression changed abruptly, a glint of realization flashing in his eyes. He knew the person before him was terrifying to the extreme and that he absolutely could not confront him head-on. He immediately suppressed his killing intent: "I see... May I ask your esteemed surname and name? Perhaps there is some misunderstanding in all this!"

Li Chuan opened his mouth, just squeezing out the character "Li" from his throat, when he suddenly paused.

Li Chuan opened his mouth, managing to squeeze out a single "Li" character from his throat, but then suddenly stopped.

In the eyes of this evil cultivator, his wife and daughter were merely cauldrons to be discarded at will, even ants not worthy of having their names remembered.

Even if he spoke the two characters "Li Chuan," what meaning would it have?

The former Li Chuan, who had gone mad for his wife and daughter and sought death but could not obtain it, had long since died.

The Li Chuan who had once gone mad for his wife and children, begging for death without attaining it, was long dead.

After a moment of silence, Li Chuan spoke again, his voice cold as ice: "I am called He Ran Ke!"

Lu Han Zhou had never heard of this name, yet he immediately plastered on a fake smile, gesturing invitingly, wanting to lure the man into the hall and poison him: "So it is the renowned He Ran Ke!

A misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding!

Why not come inside for tea, we can talk slowly……"

Before his words fell, Li Chuan moved.

Shrinking the Earth to Inches!

His figure vanished from the spot in an instant, the next moment he had already appeared before Lu Han Zhou.

No superfluous moves, not a word of nonsense, Li Chuan raised his hand and swept, the Corpse King Sword bringing overwhelming ferocity, crashing down.

Tsk!

A flash of black sword light passed in a blink.

Lu Han Zhou didn't even have the chance to activate his poison art or summon his magic treasure; his flesh body was split in two on the spot, the Nascent Soul inside his body just trying to escape when it was devoured by the ferocity on the sword, turning into a lump of stiff dead infant.

A generation's Nascent Soul poison cultivator, the Sect Master of Poison Evil Sect, just like that was killed in one strike, falling on the spot.

The great enmity was avenged.

But Li Chuan stood on the corpse, yet felt not a shred of satisfaction, only endless melancholy in his heart.

Decades of madness, decades of seeking death, decades of obsession, in the end, it was merely a matter of a casual sword strike.

This contrast was more suffocating than despair.

The earth-shaking commotion here attracted the notice of cultivators within a thousand li radius.

Figures flew over swiftly; seeing the Poison Evil Sect exterminated to the last, the sect master dead miserably, every single one of them had a drastic change of expression.

Someone immediately stepped forward to accuse: "What a ruthless demon, to dare slaughter so wantonly, aren't you afraid of Heavenly Condemnation!"

Another nodded in agreement: "Well said, the Poison Evil Sect inherited for hundreds of years, now gone just like that, truly excessive!"

The irony is, they ignored the dry bones and remains covering the mountains and fields all around.

These test-subject cauldrons, in these people's eyes, were as if dirt, air.

Li Chuan's gaze swept, confirming the speakers, the Corpse King Sword immediately swept.

Sword light flashed again.

The first person who spoke to accuse didn't even let out a scream, directly slashed into flying ash.

"Whoever speaks again, same fate as him!"

The icy voice echoed across the horizon, the whole scene instantly dead silent, not a single person dared to speak further.

After a while, an old cultivator ultimately couldn't hold back, urging in a trembling voice: "Dao Friend, put down the butcher's knife, turning back is the shore!"

"Hahaha!"

Li Chuan threw back his head and laughed wildly, his laughter full of bleakness: "I have long been in the center of the sea of suffering, turning back there is no shore!"

Words fell, he slashed horizontally with one sword.

Black baleful qi swept across all directions, the entire Poison Evil Sect's mountain gate, poison arrays, palace halls all collapsed, leveled to flat ground.

Those innocent dry bones and remains were all buried by sword qi, returning to dust.

Having done all this, Li Chuan sheathed his sword and turned, transforming into a streak of black light tearing through the sky and leaving.

The watching cultivators gazed at that back figure, hearts trembling, unable to calm for a long time.

"Just now… what did he call himself?"

"He Ran Ke."

"All sight is black, He Ran Ke!"