Chapter 258: All Trumps Revealed (Requesting Monthly Votes)

"What an incredible body cultivator—indeed, the cultivation world hides tigers and dragons everywhere..."

"They never show themselves until the critical moment."

Yu Yu Zhenzi sent a mental message to Gu Gu Shenzi and Xue Yuanzi: "Six Spirit Infant Fruits—two are already claimed; one has astonishing teleportation, the other has an invincible physique... Both will be hard to take, meaning only four remain."

"Next time, we must truly act."

"That body cultivator is suspicious—I suspect the disappearance of Wan Xiang Mozi is connected to him."

Xue Yuanzi's gaze grew solemn.

They all knew the Linlang Linlang Fudi was perilous beyond measure; if Wan Xiang Mozi didn't even come to seize the Spirit Infant Fruits, he was either trapped or dead—and the latter was far more likely!

But among the demonic cultivators, nature is cold and heartless; a dead Wan Xiang Mozi meant nothing to them. Even if vengeance were sought, it was Wan Xiang Sect's own affair.

Moreover, though two Spirit Infant Fruits had been taken, two major rivals were gone—and several top Cultivation Foundation Late-stage cultivators had been lured away!

"If we act, who will claim the Spirit Infant Fruit?" Xue Yuanzi asked another crucial question.

"I propose I withdraw—I won't compete for this one."

Yu Yu Zhenzi smiled faintly, radiating supreme confidence: "But the one who claims it must make compensation..."

"Agreed." Gu Gu Shenzi glanced toward Fang Xing's direction: "I'll stay here to watch how that man screams as he dies... Xue Yuanzi, you've gotten lucky—you owe me three hundred jin of 'Purple Poison Eggs' as compensation..."

"I don't have that much, but I can add you two pieces of 'Ten Thousand Blood Stones'..." Xue Yuanzi replied with a gruff mental tone.

"Deal."

Not long after.

A strange fragrance filled the air.

The third 'Spirit Infant Fruit' ripened and fell.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Streams of teleportation light shot skyward, each displaying unique abilities.

At the Cultivation Foundation Late-stage, cultivators could master many rare and secret techniques of the cultivation world.

Now, fighting for their Dao path, they spared no effort—every hidden trump card was revealed.

Fang Xing saw at least three Cultivation Foundation Late-stage cultivators perish before his eyes!

"Tsk tsk... Master Mangshan is nearly five hundred years old—why is he still fighting for this? His death will end Mangshan Sect's thousand-year legacy..."

Bai Bai Xiaoshu shook his head, commenting aloud while swiftly recording: "Is that 'General's Annihilation Immortal Qi'? Amazing... This technique was originally used by the Supreme Elder of Wu Yun Sect... Back then, the 'Drifting Cloud Immortal Lady' was abducted and drained to death—the killer used 'General's Annihilation Immortal Qi'—case solved..."

"I feel..." Fang Xing warned uneasily, "if you keep this up, you'll eventually be killed."

"Hah... I have no children, no family, no disciples..."

Bai Bai Xiaoshu smiled faintly: "My lifespan is nearing its end—who would bother a decrepit old man like me? Besides... this was the Wu Yun Sect's Supreme Elder himself exposing his technique—so many witnesses saw it. Can they kill them all? Sigh... It's just that the Drifting Cloud Immortal Lady came from an ordinary family, merely a Foundation Establishment clan, and hasn't declined in recent decades. Had she been backed by a Nascent Soul sect, the Wu Yun Sect's Supreme Elder would never have dared be so brazen..."

"Huh?"

His old eyes brightened: "The orthodox and demonic sides are unleashing everything!"

"Kill!"

The orthodox and demonic Foundation Late-stage cultivators moved in perfect unison, forming a joint formation like two opposing camps, blocking off lone cultivators and clan disciples.

In the center lay the battlefield of the Ten Orthodox and Demonic Disciples!

Jin Gangzi led the charge, his body faintly surrounded by a golden bell, covered in flowing Sanskrit inscriptions.

Cultivators from Banruo Sect excelled in dual cultivation of body and method.

He activated a fourth-rank defensive talisman, boosting his defense to an astonishing level.

Even against that powerful body cultivator earlier, he might still stand a chance!

Jin Gangzi clasped his hands together, then suddenly parted them—a golden dragon claw appeared, reaching for the Spirit Infant Fruit.

"Dream on!"

Gu Gu Shenzi laughed loudly, glancing at Fang Xing standing afar, secretly furious—yet in his hand materialized a five-colored, mottled spider: the quasi-fourth-rank 'Ten Thousand Calamity Wurm'!

At that moment, the spider unleashed a terrifying ferocity, and a spectral image of a four-winged golden silkworm emerged, chirping shrilly before turning into a streak of golden light, hurtling toward Jin Gangzi.

"'Ten Thousand Calamity Wurm'? No—has it devoured the Five Poisons and the Golden Silkworm to ascend to quasi-fourth rank? Even a Nascent Soul body might not withstand a single bite..."

Zheng Zheng Qi Zi's face changed—he slowly unfurled his scroll.

"I nurture the Vast Righteous Qi!"

He cultivated a supreme Confucian technique secretly passed down by the Profound Heaven Sect: the great art known as 'Vast Righteous Qi'!

This 'Vast Righteous Qi' could suppress the Five Elements and quell all methods!

Legend said a Confucian master who reached Nascent Soul Late-stage could, with a single shout, exterminate an entire demonic Nascent Soul sect—all cultivators tainted by demonic qi perished instantly!

Zheng Zheng Qi Zi, of course, lacked such mastery—but after centuries of accumulation, his Vast Righteous Qi erupted in a shout, instantly dissolving the colorful magical lights around him.

Many Cultivation Foundation Late-stage cultivators felt their inner energy slow and stagnate, staring in horror at 'Zheng Zheng Qi Zi'.

The golden light formed by the four-winged golden silkworm shattered instantly upon colliding with the white Vast Righteous Qi.

The spectral image of the four-winged golden silkworm vanished.

But the spider-like 'Ten Thousand Calamity Wurm' was ferocious—it shrieked again, spitting out a scorpion, a gecko...

Countless venomous insects surged like a storm, engulfing Jin Gangzi, gnawing at the golden bell until it rang violently.

"Audacious!"

Hun Yuanzi snorted, raising his hand as a torrent of Five Element Divine Thunder rained down, relentless and explosive.

Each bolt of divine thunder carried terrifying power—enough to severely wound a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

Splash!

A river of blood surfaced.

The crimson river engulfed heaven and earth; countless Five Element Divine Thunders fell into it without a single splash.

From within the blood river emerged wave after wave of blood ghosts, snarling hideously.

"Blood Spirit Banner? Quasi-fourth rank?"

Hun Yuanzi summoned a Five Element divine shield to guard himself, frowning slightly.

A quasi-fourth-rank treasure was already astonishing—especially in the hands of Foundation Late-stage cultivators like them, capable of unleashing half its power!

For cultivators, a treasure wasn't necessarily better for being higher-ranked.

Take the 'Burnt Tail Qin'—its rank was too high; in Mu Mu Qinglan's hands, it could only strike twice.

Like a child swinging a giant axe—it might injure the wielder.

But Xue Yuanzi was a true Immortal Golden Core cultivator, at Foundation Late-stage, with formidable energy and a cultivation method perfectly suited to the 'Blood Spirit Banner'—he could unleash nearly half its power!

"You think you're the only one with treasures?"

Yan Yan Yanzi sneered, pulling forth a green banner and swinging it fiercely.

Jiu jiu!

A clear, melodious birdcall rang out.

The green banner's spirit patterns flared—revealing a fourth-rank spiritual treasure!

Countless spirit patterns converged into a majestic, azure bird, its feathers blazing with azure flames like flowing tassels.

"Divine Bird Qing Luan? That's the Sacred Treasure of Fen Tian Valley—the 'Qing Luan Banner'?"

Bai Bai Xiaoshu's eyes bulged: "The 'Qing Luan Banner' emits Qing Luan True Fire—repelling all evil!"

Before he finished speaking, the azure flame-bird flapped its wings—countless Qing Luan True Fires fell like meteors, striking each blood ghost precisely.

The blood ghosts couldn't even scream—they vanished instantly into wisps of azure smoke.

"Jiu jiu!"

The divine Qing Luan spread its wings and spat a ball of azure flame from its beak.

Originally only a few feet wide, the flame suddenly drew in vast amounts of spiritual energy, swelling to dozens of feet—like a miniature azure sun plunging into the blood sea!

"Damn!"

Xue Yuanzi was overwhelmed—he pulled out a crimson pill and swallowed it instantly.

His energy surged violently; his eyes turned blood-red.

Shing!

A flying sword traced a strange arc, slicing through layers of blood sea, aiming for his forehead—but a blood claw seized it firmly.

The attacker was Fu Fu Hongyi.

His sword art was peerless—he was certain that two more strikes would shatter the blood claw and kill Xue Yuanzi.

Though he didn't know why Wan Xiang Mozi hadn't shown up, these three demonic Foundation Late-stage cultivators were top-tier masters.

Exactly the kind of opponents a swordsman loved!

"This time, we must cripple the demonic side!"

Yan Yan Yanzi activated the 'Qing Luan Banner', feeling his energy drain rapidly—he immediately took a sip from a bottle of 'Thousand-Year Stone Milk', feeling his energy recover swiftly, his killing intent surging.

These three demonic elites had somehow tapped into hidden reserves—their energy and techniques now overshadowed the five orthodox disciples.

In single combat, he might already be defeated.

He could not let this divine opportunity slip away!

"Now that Xue Yu Jianzi has acted, if Zheng Zheng Qi Zi only..."

As he thought, Yan Yan Yanzi's spiritual sense swept upward—and his expression changed drastically.

Above, beneath the restrictions, a mass of black mist tangled with white light.

It was Zheng Zheng Qi Zi and Yu Yu Zhenzi locked in battle.

But at that moment, a terrifying black demonic flame suddenly ignited atop the black mist.

The righteous qi that had always effortlessly suppressed demonic energy was now ignited by the pitch-black demonic flame and steadily retreating!

Zhengqi Zi let out a muffled grunt and was blasted backward hundreds of zhang, clearly taking a minor blow.

"Soul-Annihilating Demonic Flame?!"

He stared at the pitch-black flame, his eyes filled with wariness: "I never expected that after all these years, Ziyang Sect has finally produced someone who can master a fourth-rank demonic fire even at the Golden Core stage!"

"Not only that—this Soul-Annihilating Demonic Flame was specifically cultivated to counter you, perfectly suited to shatter your righteous qi technique!"

Yuzhen Zi pressed forward aggressively, yet inwardly sighed.

His prediction was correct: after mastering the Soul-Annihilating Demonic Flame, he now possessed the strength to defeat Zhengqi Zi and claim the title of top Golden Core cultivator.

Unfortunately, defeating him was easy—killing him was difficult.

If the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Prince had joined now with the Ten Thousand Forms Inconstant Array, he could have confidently slain several of the Five Righteous Disciples and delivered a brutal lesson to the righteous sects.

But now, he could only settle for a lesser goal. With this thought, his gaze instantly darkened…

…

"Tsk tsk… Indeed, only the battle between the Ten Disciples of Righteous and Demonic can truly reveal the hidden depths—each one is a sleeping tiger, a coiled dragon…"

Fang Xing, standing afar and watching the spectacle, muttered in awe.

If he hadn't held back and revealed his Nascent Soul power from the start, the righteous and demonic factions would have united to attack him now.

Seeing how these elite warriors from both sides constantly unleashed fourth-rank spiritual treasures, talismans, and demonic flames, even a Nascent Soul True Lord would suffer terribly if surrounded.

Especially that pitch-black Soul-Annihilating Demonic Flame—one of the Ten Great Spiritual Flames of Great Jing—no Nascent Soul True Lord would dare let even a single strand touch their Lower Dantian.

Plainly put, with this fourth-rank demonic flame, Yuzhen Zi now possessed the power to threaten a Nascent Soul True Lord!

Beside him, Baixiao Shu had stopped nodding, his brush darting like a dragon's flight as he frantically recorded everything.

At that moment, a sudden transformation erupted in the arena!