Chapter 43

As soon as Dugu Sheng exited, he stirred up monstrous waves. With one move, he wiped out a first-class martial arts family. This Nangong family of the Northern Sect had existed for four hundred years and had always been very low-key in the martial arts world, not outstanding, but now, overnight, it completely disappeared.

The Nangong family, after all, had four first-class martial artists, but unfortunately, they faced the Demonic Cult, and it was the Demonic Cult that possessed the number one expert in the world.

Overnight, the entire Northern Jianghu was in a state of panic.

The Hengshan Sect even sent people to the Huashan Sect, requesting help, because the Nangong family was not far from the Hengshan Sect.

In their view, the Demonic Cult's actions were intended to attack the Five Mountains.

Facing the Hengshan Sect's plea for help, the Huashan Sect also had a headache.

They were still investigating the traitor within the sect and simply did not dare to be distracted, because it was not easy to narrow the target. If they gave up, it would not be so easy to investigate again.

And if a righteous-evil war truly occurred, this traitor would definitely be a time bomb.

And the current Huashan Sect did not want to stand at the front anymore. As long as the Demonic Cult did not attack the Shaanxi Huashan Sect territory, the Huashan Sect did not want to continue consuming with the Demonic Cult.

This had no benefits for the Huashan Sect. In the previous two righteous-evil wars, the Huashan Sect had earned enough reputation.

Now, even if they had more reputation, so what? Could they replace Shaolin and Wudang and become the leader of the righteous path?

Impossible.

This had no benefits, but instead would cause trouble, and the Huashan Sect did not want it.

But to say they would not save them, then the organization of the Five Mountains Alliance would probably scatter. And once it scattered, if the Demonic Cult truly attacked the Huashan Sect.

Relying on the Huashan Sect alone, they might not be able to block it. After all, in the previous two great wars, the other few sects also tried their best, and the losses were not small.

However, before the Huashan Sect could respond, the Demonic Cult stopped, seemingly stopping after wiping out the Nangong family.

They did not continue to advance, but instead returned to Black Wood Cliff.

This also left all parties in the Jianghu confused.

On the Zhaoxia Peak of Qipan Mountain, in the early morning, the golden sun rose, and a wisp of morning purple clouds filled the sky.

Su Fan sat cross-legged, swallowing the sun, and only when the last wisp of purple clouds between heaven and earth slowly dissipated in the sky did Su Fan slowly finish his cultivation.

Feeling his spirit becoming increasingly refined, a satisfied expression appeared on Su Fan's face.

This "Zixia Divine Skill" was worthy of being the signature skill of the Huashan Sect, especially the Spirit Refining Chapter in the fourth volume, which swallowed the morning purple clouds to nourish the body, refine the spirit, and practice qi.

With daily diligent practice, Su Fan could feel his spirit becoming increasingly high. Even if he cultivated internal energy all night, the next day's morning spirit refining could also relieve the mental fatigue of the night's cultivation, and then continue to cultivate internal energy.

"Plainly added two hours of cultivation time."

Martial arts cultivation, especially polishing internal energy, was extremely mentally consuming, especially when opening up the meridians and acupoints of the whole body, which consumed even more mental power.

So ordinary martial artists cultivated internal energy for only two or three hours a day, of course, provided they had sufficient resources.

And Su Fan's original soul, because of the fusion of two lives, was naturally stronger than ordinary people. The time for cultivating internal energy was also longer. Now, after cultivating the Zixia Divine Skill, he could add two hours of time to polish internal energy.

One could imagine that his cultivation time was twice that of ordinary people, plus the Spirit Nourishing Soup and the cheat, so naturally, his cultivation speed was several times faster than ordinary people.

"Then, with such great effects of the Zixia Divine Skill, why was the old Yue's strength so poor, and clearly having such a good martial arts treasure, he still peeked at the Pixie Sword Manual?"

Doubts suddenly appeared in Su Fan's mind.

"Could it be that the Zixia Secret Manual that old Yue obtained was an incomplete volume, and did not have the final fourth volume? Otherwise, why was his cultivation so low?"

Any Huashan Sect Sect Leader who cultivated the Zixia Divine Skill would not have low cultivation. As long as resources kept up and aptitude was not too bad, reaching the peak of super first-class was definitely possible.

Then why couldn't old Yue do it?

After thinking for a while, Su Fan roughly guessed it. First, the other party's personality was not very suitable for cultivating Daoist martial arts, especially martial arts like the Zixia Divine Skill that contained Daoist true meaning.

Old Yue's personality was a bit like those old pedants of Confucianism, somewhat rigid, and not very compatible with Daoist martial arts.

Secondly, it was the lack of guidance from predecessors in the sect, plus the decline of the Huashan Sect, insufficient resources, and distraction, leading to his cultivation not being very good.

Of course, this was just Su Fan's speculation.

The current Yue Buqun's cultivation was indeed not very outstanding among the inner sect second-generation disciples. Although he was a descendant of Yue Su, just relying on this name was not very good.

At most, it allowed him to become a disciple of the Sect Leader.

If it weren't for this time, reopening the Huashan Branch, he showed his face in the south, he would probably still be a transparent person.

In the original timeline, he could become Sect Leader, probably because of the Sword-Qi Conflict, the elites of the second generation all died, plus his surname was Yue, so Ning Qingyu had to choose him.

Now it was impossible for him. Because of Su Fan himself, the Sword-Qi Conflict could probably be changed. After all, Ning Qingyu and the others had already noticed the traitor and Shaolin's conspiracy. If you wanted to stir up trouble and trigger the Huashan Sect's Sword-Qi Conflict, that was simply impossible.

"Junior Brother, I knew you were here."

Just as Su Fan was lost in thought, a loud voice came from afar.

"Senior Brother Zhang."

Su Fan heard the voice and came back to his senses, seeing Zhang Meng, somewhat confused.

On weekdays, Zhang Meng liked to stay in the hundred-household office at the foot of the mountain. As a man from the Northwest, Zhang Meng was originally from a military household, but his father was a hundred-household, and later he was sent to the Huashan Sect.

But he was also very familiar with the military camp. Ever since Su Fan built the firearm camp, this guy fell in love with it, especially the cannons built by the craftsmen, which he could not put down.

Because his cultivation broke through to first-class, he did not have much pursuit, because he was clear that with his talent, being able to break through to first-class was thanks to Su Fan, and wanting to break through further was not possible.

Therefore, he put all his heart into Su Fan's firearm camp. If he did not remember that he was a Huashan Sect disciple, he would probably want to ask Su Fan to be the main official of the firearm camp.

"Senior Brother, is there anything?"

"Junior Brother Lu sent a letter, wanting to hand it to you personally."

Zhang Meng held the letter.

"Troubling Senior Brother."

Su Fan heard this, thanked him, and then took the letter with a serious expression. Lu Hua now took over Fan Ming's position, in charge of the martial arts school in Shenyang.

Generally speaking, if there was anything, just passing a message would do. Sending a letter and letting Zhang Meng deliver it personally, it seemed it was not simple.

Sure enough, after reading it, Su Fan's expression became increasingly heavy.

"Junior Brother, what happened?"

Zhang Meng asked.

"Demonic Cult leader Dugu Sheng exited, and the next day he wiped out the Northern Nangong family."

"What? Dugu Sheng exited? Did he break through?"

Dugu Sheng's great name—the entire Jianghu probably knew no one who did not know.

"Probably not. Otherwise, he would not have wiped out Nangong, but Shaolin, Wudang, or the Five Mountains."

Su Fan shook his head, but his heart was still very heavy. The Nangong family was very close to the Hengshan Sect. If the other party wanted to wipe out the Hengshan Sect, probably before other sects could support, the Hengshan Sect would not be able to hold on.

Among the Five Mountains, only the Huashan Sect could block it for a while. Other four sects could not block the Demonic Cult's attack.