Chapter 642: To Hear the Dao in the Morning, One Can Die in the Evening Without Regret

Wandu Valley.

One of the four major factions of the Demon Sect.

In the past, after the decline of the Blood Refining Hall, which was once the most prosperous faction of the Demon Sect, the Wandu Valley rose to become the primary faction of the Demon Sect.

The Wandu Valley has always been unconventional within the Demon Sect. Although their cultivation methods originate from the "Heavenly Book" like those of other sects, what they have inherited and passed down is a method of cultivation that supplements the path of immortality with various exotic poisons; thus, for hundreds of years, the many experts who have emerged from this sect have often been great masters of poison.

The location of the Wandu Valley's main altar is a place called "Dushegu".

Since it is called Dushegu, there is naturally no shortage of venomous snakes in the valley.

When Yu Liancheng, Xiaobai, Bi Yao, and Jin Ling'er arrived in Dushegu, they suddenly heard a hissing sound—the sound of venomous snakes flicking their tongues—emanating from the grass by the side of the path, continuous and unending; one could not tell how many hundreds or thousands of venomous snakes were hiding there.

Ordinary venomous snakes, no matter how poisonous, are always afraid of humans as long as they have not attained sentience.

But the venomous snakes in this valley, upon hearing human voices, actually hissed as they crawled out, raising their heads and flicking their tongues, with no telling how many staring at Yu Liancheng and his group in unison, as if they were about to bite at any moment.

Bi Yao, who comes from the Ghost King Sect, possesses high-level magic power, yet upon seeing the countless colorful venomous snakes, she also revealed a sense of fear and hurriedly hugged Yu Liancheng's arm.

Xiaobai smiled artfully without changing her expression, while Jin Ling'er's eyes remained indifferent.

Yu Liancheng rubbed Bi Yao's head and lightly stomped his foot; the ground trembled slightly, and a burst of force swept outward like ripples.

With just this light stomp, the venomous snakes within a radius of a hundred zhang were all shaken to death.

"Stop, who are you?"

His stomp, while not particularly large in scale, was not small either, and it was easily discovered by others.

One could see lights of various colors streaking through the air; they were a group of Wandu Valley experts.

The Wandu Valley is famous for its poison, and poison is something that is never easy to control. Once a mistake is made, the result is at best ruined skin, and at worst, a threat to life. Therefore, most of this group were strange in appearance and unsightly. The person who spoke earlier had a face full of flesh, a fierce expression, and a centipede tattoo on his cheek; he was none other than Fan Xiong, the eldest disciple of the Wandu Ancestor.

"Greetings, everyone." Yu Liancheng wore a smile, his expression calm and composed, as if he were not in the venom-infested Wandu Valley, but in his own back garden.

"Who are you?"

Another person stepped forward; this man had no meat on his face and a figure as tall and thin as a bamboo pole. He was Cheng Ruya, the second disciple of Dushen, and he shouted coldly: "How dare you trespass into the Wandu Valley! This is a monstrous crime. Surrender and bind yourselves, or you will suffer the agony of ten thousand poisons devouring your heart."

"Hmph, you two senior brothers talk too much. Let's capture them first."

The third disciple of Dushen is called Duan Kaishan; this man was born with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and was exceptionally burly.

At this moment, with a roar, he pinched a seal with both hands, and his magic treasure, the "Qianduo Modao," transformed into a black streak, carrying a thick, fishy stench as it swept toward Yu Liancheng.

"Oh? This is a saber? A rare item indeed."

Yu Liancheng's eyes lit up, and he flicked his robe sleeve; somehow, the Qianduo Modao was already gripped in his hand.

He curiously examined the magic treasure in his hand; in the worlds of the past, sabers and swords were among the most common weapons for walking the martial arts world.

But in the "Zhu Xian" world, the sword remains the mainstream and orthodox path, especially for the Qingyun Sect, where most use swords as magic treasures, and they are even known as the Qingyun Sword Sect.

Yet the saber has almost completely vanished; not a single famous expert is renowned for the saber.

Now, suddenly seeing a saber, a hint of eagerness faintly arose in Yu Liancheng's heart.

The Divine Weapon Dao can control all divine weapons in the world and bring out their maximum power, and the saber is naturally no exception.

Perhaps today, with the saber in hand, I can level the entire Wandu Valley.

"How is this possible?"

Duan Kaishan was surprised that Yu Liancheng caught the saber with his hand without any reaction to the poison. One must know that his saber is extremely poisonous; even he himself has to be very careful when using it.

Immediately afterward, he discovered that no matter how he urged the magic treasure, the "Qianduo Modao" remained motionless, as if its connection to him had been severed.

"Attack!"

"Take him down together!"

Fan Xiong and Cheng Ruya also realized that the situation was not right.

Although these fellow disciples do not get along on ordinary days and stop at nothing to fight for power and profit.

But now that someone had come to their door, they still acted in concert with great tacit understanding.

The two called upon the subordinates of their respective factions, and one magic treasure after another emitted strange lights, bombarding Yu Liancheng wildly. The light of every magic treasure was extremely eerie, clearly all quenched with deadly poison.

"Kid, watch closely."

Yu Liancheng's expression remained unchanged; he looked at Duan Kaishan and smiled slightly.

His True Qi billowed, and the saber in his hand seemed to sense his killing intent, humming and vibrating as if it were excited.

"The saber is used like this."

The magic saber in his palm was raised high toward the sky, as if borrowing strength from the vast firmament, stirring up a howling gale, and then he slashed down with the saber.

There was nothing flashy about it, but the power of this slash was unimaginable.

One saw the pitch-black saber light transform into a massive curtain of blades, slashing down with an overbearing posture that seemed to sever the long sky. It gave one the illusion of meeting a God and slaying the God, meeting a Buddha and killing the Buddha.

The magic treasures flying toward Yu Liancheng collided with this huge curtain of blades; one only heard a series of clanging sounds, and all the magic treasures were shattered and knocked away.

Many Wandu Valley experts were swept by the saber light and were instantly sent flying, their bodies torn asunder, a sight too horrible to look at.

Yet all the cuts were smooth and flat, and they were strangely covered by a biting cold, eerily without a drop of blood.

The remaining few people were pale-faced, their legs trembling, their eyes revealing endless terror as they screamed in a state of collapse.

Yu Liancheng flicked his hand, and a streak of saber light swept out like a black Flood Dragon.

And so the screaming stopped, and there was another pile of shattered corpses on the ground.

Yu Liancheng looked at Duan Kaishan and smiled: "Do you know how the saber is used now?"

Duan Kaishan nodded blankly, his expression numb.

"To hear the Dao in the morning, one can die in the evening without regret." Yu Liancheng smiled: "Then you can go die now."

When these words fell, a red line appeared on Duan Kaishan's neck; with a faint sound like tearing silk, a fine head left his neck and flew into the sky, still without a drop of blood.

Those three great disciples of Dushen, as well as the crowd of Wandu Valley members, were by no means mediocre. Yet in front of Yu Liancheng, they were like toddlers, with no power to fight back.

Xiaobai frowned slightly: "You, must you make it so bloody?"

"Bloody?" Yu Liancheng laughed: "Knowing that you three women are here, I thoughtfully used cold energy to seal their wounds; there isn't the slightest scent of blood."

"I know not which expert has arrived! Why must you lay hands on my disciples?" Just then, an aged voice drifted over from afar.

"Heh, I am merely teaching your disciples how to use a blade." Yu Liancheng raised the Demon blade in his hand, examined it closely, and smiled: "It is just that the tuition fee is rather high."