Chapter 985: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 985 Xu Zhangqing's Fury!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Not long after, Yu Caiqing took Huo Huo's hand, and together they walked into the Sect Master Hall.

Seeing Xu Zhangqing, Huo Huo's tears, which she had been holding back, burst forth instantly; she struggled free from Yu Caiqing's hand and ran forward at once: "Uncle Xu, Uncle Xu, please save my parents!"

"Please, save them quickly!"

Xu Zhangqing hurriedly asked: "Huo Huo, don't cry.

Tell Uncle Xu, what exactly happened?

Your... your parents, what happened to them?"

Huo Huo said intermittently while crying: "Uncle Xu, Yanguang Sect... Yanguang Sect is in internal strife.

A bad man named Zhu Hong brought many people and bullied my parents.

Father told me to escape first and come to Qingmu Sect to find you.

Uncle Xu, I'm afraid... I'm afraid I'll never see my parents again!"

Hearing this, Xu Zhangqing's face darkened instantly, and a piercing pressure emanated from his whole body.

Hu Bugui was his closest friend; to encounter danger in the internal strife of Yanguang Sect, and for Zhu Hong to dare harm fellow disciples—utterly lawless!

Mo Qiu Shui and the others beside him felt this pressure, and all their faces changed drastically.

Know that almost everyone present was at the Golden Core Stage, and Mo Qiu Shui was even at the Nascent Soul Late Stage.

However, Xu Zhangqing's pressure even made Mo Qiu Shui's body tense up, his expression shocked.

"The Sect Master's cultivation..."

"Compared to the Sect Master, we are like mayflies facing the ocean!"

"The Sect Master's strength has definitely become even stronger!"

For a moment, everyone's expressions were subtle.

Especially Yu Caiqing, who stared wide-eyed.

At this time, Xu Zhangqing gently patted Huo Huo's back and comforted her: "Don't worry, Uncle will definitely save your parents."

After speaking, he stood up and looked at Yu Caiqing beside him: "Senior Sister Yu, long time no see, I hope you are well.

Thank you for escorting Huo Huo all the way to Qingmu Sect; you've worked hard."

Hearing this, Yu Caiqing recovered from her shock and nodded slightly: "Xu... Sect Master is too polite, it was merely a small effort."

The words "Junior Brother" could no longer be spoken at this moment.

Once, the person who needed his protection had now grown up.

He had already become an existence that stood between heaven and earth, becoming the mainstay of everyone in Qingmu Sect.

Xu Zhangqing said seriously: "Senior Sister, you've worked hard all the way; stay here and rest first.

If you are willing to stay, I will have someone build a Pill Refining Pavilion for you in Qingmu Sect."

Yu Caiqing smiled, neither agreeing nor refusing, her expression subtle.

Xu Zhangqing said no more, turned to look at Li Sancai, and called out: "Senior Brother, come with me to Yanguang Sect!"

Li Sancai responded: "Yes!"

The two moved, suddenly soaring into the air, transforming into two streaks of light, and flew toward Yanguang Sect.

Two streaks of light cut across the horizon; in less than half an incense stick's time, Yanguang Sect appeared before their eyes.

As a sect in Dongyu primarily composed of those with Fire Spirit Roots, this place was always surrounded by scorching Fire Spirit Qi, the mountain ranges all crimson red, but now it was in utter disarray.

The mountain ranges were smoked to charred blackness, and glazed fire tiles were shattered all over the ground.

Scattered magic tools still emitted faint sparks.

In the air, a strong smell of burnt and blood permeated.

Xu Zhangqing and Li Sancai landed; the clods of earth underfoot still carried residual warmth, crumbling with a rustling sound when stepped on.

"Junior Brother, this place..."

Li Sancai's brow was tightly furrowed, struck speechless by the scene before him.

The entire Yanguang Sect was empty of people, and corpses lay everywhere in the courtyards.

Xu Zhangqing said nothing and walked toward the Discussion Hall; the gate had been smashed, the tables inside were broken in half, and the totems on the walls were riddled with holes.

In the center of the hall, two corpses lay quietly; they were Hu Bugui and Lin Xiaoyan.

Hu Bugui had a fatal axe wound on his chest, and his hand still tightly gripped Lin Xiaoyan's hand.

Lin Xiaoyan's purple robe was soaked in blood, and tear stains remained on her face.

The two leaned against each other; even in death, they had not let go of each other.

"Old Hu..."

Seeing this scene, Xu Zhangqing's voice was terribly hoarse, the anger in his eyes ignited instantly, and a pressure far more piercing than before erupted.

He did not deliberately control it; merely the residual waves leaking out caused the buildings of the entire Yanguang Sect to begin trembling violently.

Crimson halls, charred mountain ranges, scattered rubble—under this terrifying pressure, they instantly turned to powder.

Li Sancai stood to the side, the whole person stunned, his face filled with disbelief.

He had followed Xu Zhangqing for many years, but never imagined the other's strength had reached such a level.

This power was simply terrifying.

Li Sancai opened his mouth but could not utter a complete sentence; he could only stare blankly at the scene before him, his heart filled with awe.

Xu Zhangqing slowly squatted down, gently closing Hu Bugui and Lin Xiaoyan's eyes, his gentle magic power protecting the two corpses, then he opened his mouth, his tone cold as if without a trace of warmth: "Zhu Hong, I will cut you into ten thousand pieces!"

Although, his current cultivation was only Threefold Spirit Transformation Early Stage.

But after the Six Spiritual Roots Convergence, his strength had long surpassed cultivators of the same stage.

Even facing an existence at Spirit Transformation Peak, he had the power to fight.

Immediately, Xu Zhangqing closed his eyes, his Divine Sense spreading out in an instant, like an invisible great net, spreading in all directions.

The range covered actually exceeded a thousand li.

However, throughout the Yanguang Sect, inside and out, the auras were quite chaotic.

Li Sancai hesitated for a moment, but still chose to open his mouth: "Junior Disciple Brother, are you alright?"

Xu Zhangqing opened his eyes, his expression still cold: "The auras here are very mixed; I cannot distinguish which one is Zhu Hong."

He turned to look at Li Sancai, ordering: "Senior Disciple Brother, you immediately go to the Great Feng Dynasty and issue a Reward Mission.

Just say that the Qingmu Sect offers a reward for Zhu Hong and his confidants; anyone who can provide useful clues may exceptionally join the Qingmu Sect as a Formal Disciple.

If they can assist in capturing Zhu Hong and the others, besides the position of Sect Disciple, they can also obtain rich rewards such as Spirit Pills, Spirit Talismans, and Spirit Plants."

"This... alright."

Li Sancai took a deep breath: "I'll go do this now, you take care yourself!"

As the sound fell, his figure moved, transforming into a streak of flowing light and departing.

After Li Sancai left, Xu Zhangqing carefully put away Hu Bugui and Lin Xiaoyan's corpses, temporarily placing them into his Personal Space, then following the aura all the way away.

He transformed into a streak of flowing light, weaving through the mountains and rivers of Dongyu.

Along this way, it could be said he personally witnessed the miserable state of Dongyu under the double ravaging of the Tu Soil God and the Xuan River water, his mood growing heavier and heavier.

The once continuous and undulating mountain ranges now had collapsing mountain bodies, rocks transforming into turbid mud clumps, with not a blade of grass growing around, and a pungent earth smell permeating the air.

The originally ceaselessly surging rivers either flooded into disaster, destroying villages on both banks, or were blocked by Tu Soil, drying up and cracking, revealing riverbeds full of silt.

The once flat ground was now full of huge cracks.

The towns where humans lived were even more dilapidated.

Houses collapsed, and among the broken walls and ruins, refugees who had lost their homes could occasionally be seen.

One by one, they wore tattered clothes, were sallow and emaciated, and their eyes were full of despair.

The originally prosperous Dongyu had now become a hell on earth.

As for the regions where cultivators gathered, these people were not doing well either.

Many cultivators either had their cultivation regress or were half-dead!