Chapter 643: The affairs of the past, settled today

Dushen.

The most senior among the four great sect leaders of the Demon Sect.

Hundreds of years ago, the Demon Sect and the righteous path of the world fought a great battle on Qingyun Mountain, a battle that turned the sky dark, obscured the sun and moon, and turned the rivers into blood.

In the end, the Demon Sect was defeated and suffered heavy losses. Among the four great sects, three changed their leaders; the current Ghost King assumed the position of Ghost King Sect leader at that time.

Yet among the four great sects, only the old monster of the Myriad Poison Sect, Dushen, survived.

Over these years, he has acted contrary to his arrogant and prominent style of the past, maintaining a low profile for years; even ordinary disciples find it difficult to see this old monster.

Bi Yao had also heard Qinglong speak of Dushen in the past. If calculated by age, this Dushen was likely nearly five hundred years old. Although he could not compare to the mother fox with a thousand years of cultivation beside her, he was still rarely long-lived among humans.

She sized up the old man galloping from afar; his hair was white as snow, his body slightly hunched, and his demeanor peaceful, giving one the feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze.

Judging solely by his appearance, no one would guess that this person was the Dushen who once made the righteous path of the world tremble with fear.

Behind Dushen was a young man in his early twenties with a fair complexion, looking like a young gentleman well-versed in poetry and books.

If she guessed correctly, this person should be Dushen's closed-door disciple, Qin Wuyan. According to her father, Dushen's first three disciples could only be considered ordinary, but this Qin Wuyan had received Dushen's true teachings.

Besides them, the top experts of the Myriad Poison Sect, such as the Dumen Sire, Baidu Zi, Xixue Laoyao, and Duanmu Laozu, also appeared behind Dushen.

Even Bi Yao had to admit that compared to the Myriad Poison Sect, which was teeming with experts, their Ghost King Sect was indeed a notch weaker.

A moment later, Dushen stopped at a distance of seven or eight zhang from Yu Liancheng and the others, twisting his beard with a smile: "May I ask for your honorable name, and why you would strike at the people of my Myriad Poison Sect?"

"This seat is Yu Liancheng. I imagine Senior Dushen has not heard this name. But you may have heard of my other name."

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly, suddenly pressing his palms together, his brows and eyes gentle, a picture of compassion: "This humble monk is Puzhen of Tianyin Temple. Greetings, Senior Dushen."

"So it is the White-robed Divine Monk who has graced us with his presence; this truly makes my humble dwelling shine." Dushen also pressed his palms together and bowed: "Looking at the Divine Monk's current appearance, have you returned to secular life?"

"That is correct. This junior's worldly ties remain, and I am attached to the red dust. I am now merely a Lay Disciple of Tianyin Temple. I hope Senior Dushen will not take offense." Yu Liancheng laughed: "I came to Dushegu today precisely to settle a past grievance. With Senior Dushen's Zhihui, I imagine you can easily guess it."

Dushen pondered for a moment and said: "Could it be regarding the matter of the Divine Monk Puzhi?"

"Exactly so." Yu Liancheng nodded.

Dushen sighed: "I have always admired the Divine Monk Puzhi, but it is a pity..."

Yu Liancheng interrupted: "My senior brother saved all living beings and brought many back to life, truly achieving the status of a Buddha to ten thousand families. He had his own grand vow and the courage to give his life for it; I have always admired him deeply. Now that he has entered Nirvana, all I, his junior brother, can do is inherit his grand vow and help him take revenge."

Dushen pondered for a moment and said: "The Divine Monk Puzhi did indeed die within my Myriad Poison Sect, but there are hidden circumstances involved. I hope the Divine Monk will listen to me explain in detail."

Yu Liancheng shook his head: "No need, I do not wish to hear it."

Dushen raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

"Those capable of dealing with my senior brother are limited to you, Senior Dushen, and the few behind you. Perhaps you all participated, or perhaps one of you plotted against him; I only need to send you all away, so why be pedantic about any one person?"

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly and suddenly plunged the Qianduo Modao in his hand into the ground, the tip entering five inches deep. When he pulled the magic blade out, a palm-sized centipede was on the tip, its tail split into seven forks, looking as if it had seven tails. Moreover, each one was a different color, brilliant and vivid.

"A Seven-Tailed Centipede, how nostalgic. Back then, Cangsong Zhenren of the Qingyun Sect used a Seven-Tailed Centipede to plot against Senior Brother Puzhi, and as a result, he was killed by me. Today, I will send you down to reunite with him."

While smiling, Yu Liancheng exhaled Qi into the magic blade, and the still-struggling Seven-Tailed Centipede fell to the ground, torn to pieces: "Senior Dushen, let's not play such little tricks; they are useless against me."

Dushen's gentle expression stiffened.

The Seven-Tailed Centipede is a rare poison in the world, and only one pair remains today.

He had lent one to Cangsong, but he did not expect the news of Cangsong's death to spread later; that Seven-Tailed Centipede had likely met with misfortune, which pained Dushen greatly.

The reason Dushen had spoken with Yu Liancheng earlier was to stall for time, manipulating the Seven-Tailed Centipede to crawl slowly to the latter's feet to launch an attack.

He did not expect it to have been seen through by the other party, who instead stabbed the Seven-Tailed Centipede to death, leaving not even the last one.

"Are you all coming to die together, or one by one?" Yu Liancheng's gaze swept indifferently toward Dushen and the group of Demon Sect experts behind him.

"Brat, how insolent! I, Baidu Zi, alone am enough to deal with you."

A person walked out from behind Dushen; he was a dwarf with a fierce appearance but a very short stature.

This person was called Baidu Zi, and he was also an expert who had participated in the battle of the Qingyun Sect a hundred years ago.

Bi Yao was quite knowledgeable about Baidu Zi and said to Xiaobai: "Aunt Xiaobai, this person's magic treasure is the 'Black Pole Divine Needle', which is extremely fast and poisonous. Every time he strikes, he releases hundreds at once, making it impossible to guard against. Let us retreat for now and keep our distance to avoid being accidentally injured."

Yu Liancheng, however, suddenly said: "No need to retreat."

Bi Yao said: "No need?"

Yu Liancheng gently stroked the Qianduo Modao in his hand and said coldly: "I can guarantee that his damn needles will never be able to be launched."

"Arrogant junior." Baidu Zi's face turned cold; his divine needles were swift and shadowless.

Every time he used them, hundreds would fall like raindrops, making it difficult for the opponent to dodge.

During the great battle between righteousness and evil back then, it was precisely by relying on the weapon in his hand that he was able to break out of the encirclement and even make the righteous path tremble with fear.

And Yu Liancheng actually said his divine needles could not be launched?!

But this time, Baidu Zi's 'Black Pole Divine Needle' indeed could not be launched.

Just as he formed the incantation, a streak of black light swept over like lightning.

No one could describe the speed of this blade.

This blade was simply too fast.

The blade light flashed and vanished.

It was as if it had never appeared at all.

Yu Liancheng was still examining the Qianduo Modao in his hand, while Baidu Zi was still standing there, not having moved at all, yet his face had already stiffened.

And at Baidu Zi's neck, a thin red line appeared, just like the one on Duan Kaishan earlier.

Then his head, like Duan Kaishan's, flew up, and the person fell down.

Dushen, Xixue Laoyao, Duanmu Laozu, and the others changed color slightly.

Immediately after, countless rays of light appeared; the evil cultists, having a tacit understanding, unleashed their magic treasures and charged at Yu Liancheng together.

Yu Liancheng looked at the sky full of light and seemed to murmur: "The affairs of the past, settled today."