Chapter 155: My Name Is Fang Yu

Fang Yu flew through the void and saw hundreds of demonic spirits attacking eight female disciples, yet still unable to break their defense.

The eight female disciples each wore the Daoist robes of Yuhua Sect, forming a circle, with two women playing a qin and a flute, their melodies drifting and lingering—both were spirit artifacts.

Among spirit artifacts, flying swords and magic robes are most esteemed, for they are the most practical—one delivers immense killing power, the other supreme defense—but this flute and qin, though inferior to flying swords and magic robes, were perfectly suited to combat demonic spirits.

Demonic spirits are merely streams of energy; the sound waves emitted by flute and qin of spirit artifact grade could precisely halt their invasion.

Clearly, these outer sect disciples had meticulously planned ahead, preparing thoroughly for the demonic spirit battlefield examination.

The sound waves from the qin and flute surged through the air like a raging ocean tide, dazing the demonic spirits, rendering them unable to fly, and some even shattered into pieces from the vibrations.

But more demonic spirits rushed in to replace the fallen, charging straight through the sound waves.

"Sister Yue, why are there so many demonic spirits this time? It's nothing like previous exams—I don't know if the Songtao Qin and Shuiyun Flute can suppress them. If they can't, the consequences will be dire."

Xu Yue'er sat on the ground, a weathered, ancient qin before her—the wood was lightning-struck timber. Her fingers danced across the strings, sending out concentric rings of yang magic power that blasted the charging demonic spirits away.

At that moment, hearing a junior sister speak, she quickly replied: "Don't lose focus. This time I borrowed these two spirit artifacts from Senior Sister Long. As long as we hold out, we will succeed."

"Sister Yue, I fear we're in grave danger now. Whether the sect sends reinforcements is uncertain, but we can't hold out much longer."

Just then, the flute player suddenly stopped playing and handed the flute to another woman to take over.

"Don't say such things, Yu'er. To fight demonic spirits, you must hold onto belief. Lose your belief, and you're finished."

Xu Yue'er suddenly shouted loudly: "Sisters, take turns playing. Each of you must hold for one hour, using sound waves to block the demons. This demonic spirit battlefield has changed drastically—the Paiyiding Society must come to rescue us. As long as we hold here and fight the demonic spirits, we will succeed. Realms are won through peril!"

"I fear even stronger demonic spirits may arrive. This change in the demonic spirit battlefield may summon a Demon King."

The woman named Yu'er said with difficulty: "Even one Demon King breaking in could seize our bodies—we'd all die in unbearable humiliation."

The eight female disciples trapped in the battlefield were all beautiful and graceful; hearing this, they involuntarily shuddered.

"Chirp, chirp… Female disciples? Perfect—we'll seize them and replenish our spirits!"

"Capture them all, torture them brutally—the more suffering they endure, the more negative spirits they generate, and the stronger we become!"

Just then, several powerful demonic spirits forcibly squeezed through the weakened sound waves, instantly filling the air with thick, viscous demonic energy, their semi-transparent bodies now visible.

These were demonic spirits second only to Demon Kings—equivalent to experts at the 10th Stage of Physical Body, Divine Transformation Realm.

These demonic spirits laughed loudly, their laughter filled with malice and evil. In an instant, they transformed into towering, burly men and charged straight forward.

"Major invasion! Defend with all your strength!"

Xu Yue'er and Yu'er let out piercing cries—the qin's melody abruptly shifted, ringing like clashing swords and armored horses, swallowing ten thousand miles like a tiger.

The sound waves turned deadly, violently shaking, aiming to hurl the demonic spirits back.

"Little ones, unite and crush these little wenches!"

The transformed demonic spirits sneered coldly. Instantly, the other demonic spirits obeyed, their dark winds coalescing into a single, violently spinning vortex—a colossal wind drill that slammed into the sound waves.

Pop, pop, pop…

The sound waves collided. Xu Yue'er, playing the qin, shuddered violently—the Songtao Qin leapt off her lap, uncontrollable, while the flute-playing junior sister cried out "Ah!" and was flung to the ground.

With the sound waves broken, the demonic spirits surged in.

"Fight to the death—slay the demonic spirits!"

Shhh.

Dozens of magic swords shot forth, talismans ignited—the female disciples burned talismans called Zhenling Fu, a type of magic artifact. Once ignited, pure yang flames rose around their entire bodies, capable of slaying yin demons.

But such talismans could last no more than half an hour—after that, their power vanished.

"Hand over your body! How dare you resist me, a mighty man like me?"

The demonic spirits cackled, immediately lunging at one female disciple. In an instant, her magic sword was snatched away, and the aura of true fire surrounding her flickered as if about to die out.

Just then.

From high above, torrents of azure flame Daoist Gang Qi descended. Wherever they passed, every demonic spirit burst into flames, shrieked once, and turned to ash.

The Azure Flame Seven-Cultivation Glow revealed its supreme power to annihilate yin demons—in an instant, Fang Yu slaughtered all hundreds of demonic spirits.

Heaven and earth returned to peace.

"Ah! It's the Azure Flame Seven-Cultivation Glow—who among the true disciples saved us?"

"The Azure Flame Seven-Cultivation Glow—one of Yuhua Sect's Eight Great Divine Arts—is it Senior Brother Jin Shitai? No, he's not Jin Shitai."

"This senior brother is too powerful—slaying so many demonic spirits in the blink of an eye!"

Xu Yue'er and Yu'er, the leaders of the female disciples, studied Fang Yu, overwhelmed with gratitude, tears nearly spilling from their eyes.