Chapter 597: Kongxi Subdues the Demon

The clothes on this man were the standard Jing-style robes of the Fei family, and the spear in his hand was tattered and broken. Decades of hardship and the collapse of his house had worn away the color from his face, yet one could still discern the remnants of a young nobleman. He was none other than Fei Tongyu, the current head of the Fei family on the north bank of Moon-Watching Lake! For decades, the Fei family had been silent and in decline, as if their spine had been snapped. Fei Tongyu's life had been the hardest; every night when he closed his eyes, that ethereal sword light would always surface before his eyes.

The scene of that person casually killing his grandfather, Fei Wangbai, as if he were slaughtering a dog, would repeat in his mind. From then on, the Fei family could no longer practice the "Brocade of the Intermediary Dao" that had been passed down for generations. A century of accumulation vanished in an instant, forcing them to start over and plunging them into endless torment...

He had woken up in a cold sweat from his dreams too many times; he could not possibly be mistaken! It was that person in the sky! Fei Tongyu's status was too lowly now; he wasn't even qualified to know the identity of this person, but he was not in a hurry. He muttered to himself, "Such a big matter... Qingyi can investigate... Good... good..."

This man, usually as hesitant as a white weasel, watched the vast, colorful light in the sky with calm composure. Even though a mere ripple of that power could have torn him to shreds, he felt no fear. He whispered in his heart, "If there is a place for my hatred to go, then I do not fear being annihilated without a trace. You beheaded my grandfather, leaving his corpse in the snow for all to see, his head unable to be rejoined for three months..."

"The Fei clan still has three thousand people, all weeping blood and harboring hatred for our ancestor. Even the three-year-old children in the peaks are drawing wooden talismans to curse you. Just wait... just wait..."

Those eyes sank into the black smoke, submerging into the darkness. The golden light in the sky brightened once more. Si Yuanli was fully focused and noticed nothing.

His green robes fluttered, his sword techniques were ethereal, and he wielded them with free and easy grace in the air, forcing the two mages to retreat incessantly. Si Yuanli had been kept in reserve by the Yuan cultivators for many years; now that he had drawn his sword, he felt a sense of exhilaration.

The 【Song-White Complete Yuan Sword Art】 had a deep lineage, tracing back to Sima Jun, who had guarded the riverbanks for the Wei Kingdom. The sword Qi in his hand was snow-white, echoing with the Huaijiang Map beneath his feet, becoming increasingly fierce. The mages were forced to pause by his strikes; the jade rings on their wrists flickered on and off, then suddenly detached, and they raised their brows to look at Li Xuanfeng.

Li Xuanfeng had already exchanged several blows with the mages, causing the sky to boom; he was at a critical juncture.

The six mages in the air glared with rage, their Sanskrit chants growing loud. Some had three heads, some six arms, some had eyes burning on their chests, and others had four ears vibrating on their sides, each manifesting their true form.

By the time one reached the level of a Mage, excluding two special traditions, most high-cultivation Mages were androgynous. Their faces shifted between male and female, the male and female aspects intertwined in a rather eerie fashion.

Their arms, holding weapons, were muscular and graceful, shimmering with gold powder. They gripped their magic tools tightly, all of them landing on the golden bow. Intertwined in brilliance, the ferocious golden bow hooked the blades of the various weapons, holding them steadily in the air.

Li Xuanfeng was restrained by the six practitioners of Buddhism, his body's Gang Qi rolling like clouds. In the air, he transformed the virtual into the real, condensing it into sharp rays of light that intertwined and appeared bit by bit, spiraling around his body along the edges of his Heavenly Gold Armor.

His hand, braced against the golden bow, was as steady as a mountain, yet streams of golden light flowed from between his fingers. A white scroll unfolded once more beside him, drifting like a long snake, and Li Xuanfeng abruptly vanished from where he stood.

The magic tools in the hands of the six practitioners simultaneously went empty. Six pairs of eyes, as if carved from the same mold, looked south in unison, just in time to encounter the man in white-gold armor manifesting his form, his long bow drawn like a full moon, pointing straight at them.

"Clang..."

The three golden rings in the air jumped violently, radiating great light, as if they had caught something struggling fiercely. They made frantic metallic clashing sounds in place, but Li Xuanfeng's bowstring never stopped.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang..."

The three practitioners holding the golden rings turned pale, vomiting blood in unison. The remaining nine hurriedly pinched seals and cast spells, each chanting incantations in low, complex voices that confused the mind, whispering in the air:

"Respectfully inviting the 【Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl】!"

The great formation actually shook incessantly. The Great Void was shattered with a boom, and a point of golden light shuttled through, landing in the center of the twelve people. Like a small stone falling into water, it rippled, rapidly gathering and condensing into a large purple bowl.

This purple bowl was rimmed with two black bands. It had no incantations, yet it was mysterious and solid. The bowl's mouth was a pitch-black hole, drawing in the countless golden rays flying toward it and suppressing them steadily.

"A Purple Mansion-level spirit tool!"

Si Yuanli's expression sank in an instant. His mind vibrated with alarm as he secretly sensed terrifying news.

This 【Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl】 could be seen at a glance to be a possession of Jinlian Mohe. It must have been summoned by one of the Seven Aspects, and its arrival here meant that at least one Jinlian Mohe was watching this place right now!

"Hahahaha!"

While Si Yuanli was highly vigilant, the twelve people had brought out a magic tool specifically to target Li Xuanfeng. The frustration of twelve people failing to take down one man was somewhat relieved, and they all laughed, their voices overlapping and resounding through the long sky: "A mere Southern Barbarian Shanyue tribe, daring to test our orthodox holy law? The World-Honored One is merciful; today, you shall fall here."

This voice shook like thunder, causing the crowd of cultivators to look over one after another.

No matter how powerful Li Xuanfeng was, he was ultimately just one person, and before him were twelve orthodox 【Kongwu Dao】 Mages! Each one of them was at the top level of Foundation Establishment. Not only could they borrow power from above, but they also had an extremely brilliant great formation. How could one person block them?

At this moment, even Li Qinghong had a look of worry, contemplating how to abandon her current enemy to go and assist. She figured that even if she suffered more injuries, she could still threaten these people by fully activating the Long Sky Danger Sparrow...

Li Xuanfeng, however, had no change in expression. He said softly, "Just watch!"

As soon as Li Xuanfeng's voice fell, the golden string in his hand flickered. That scroll actually emerged from his side, jumping upward as it unfolded, turning and twisting in the air like a swimming dragon, shining with silver light.

Countless golden rays surged from his hand, like a dam collapsing or a flood gushing forth. For a moment, one couldn't tell how many rays of Taiyin Xuanguang flew out, all pouring into that bright, clear silver light.

This golden light touched the silver light and instantly turned into two colors, gold and silver. It split into two, then four, gushing out, leaping into the high sky and deep into the clouds:

"Clang!"

The Taiyin Xuanguang filling the sky rushed toward the heavens. Before it could fall, the silver light had already swept across first. The purple bowl was still fine, but the three golden rings were hit as if by a speeding comet, swaying crookedly.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang..."

The three practitioners controlling the golden rings turned pale, but by using the great formation to harmonize their magic power, their complexions quickly warmed up again. The twelve practitioners, however, hesitated for an instant.

This great formation had a long lineage and was miraculously extraordinary. The twelve people could not only harmonize their magic power to share the damage, but they could also communicate their minds within it. At that moment, they communicated their thoughts within the formation: "This demon is extremely powerful. The 【Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl】 has limited capacity; how can we waste it easily? It is better to put it away first and deal with him using the formation!"

The several practitioners were not simple people. Not giving Li Xuanfeng a chance to test this 【Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl】, the purple bowl vanished instantly. The twelve people returned to the formation simultaneously, shouting in a thunderous voice:

"Mi!"

A golden great formation appeared, spanning across both banks. Countless golden incantations flowed and manifested. The circular formation was as large as a mountain, slightly tilted, dispersing the clouds and the various demons, its power extremely heavy.

"What a powerful great formation."

The cultivators from the north and south had fought to this point and had gradually lost their will to fight, but they were each under the jurisdiction of their superiors and definitely had no intention of stopping. Sensing this movement, they looked up one after another. Before they could look closely at the great formation, they vaguely saw a flickering light behind it.

Si Yuanli finally lost his composure, the sword light in his hand slightly chaotic. Fortunately, the opponent had already been beaten to the point of being unable to fight back, so this chaos caused no consequences. He was horrified in his heart and whispered, "Thirty-two thousand seven hundred and sixty-eight..."

As his words dissipated, the sky above actually revealed a sky full of stars, gold and silver intertwined, flickering uncertainly. They slowly magnified in the pupils of the cultivators, turning into a sky full of Taiyin Xuanguang, descending from the sky. Before it had even fallen, a sharp aura rushed toward their faces, aggressive and pressing.

"This... what is this!"

"Is this Foundation Establishment?!"

The cultivators below had already lost color. Li Qinghong's eyes turned slightly red, and she secretly said, "Second Uncle must have used a secret technique that damages his lifespan and cultivation..."

The sky full of Taiyin Xuanguang fell like a rainstorm. The small cultivators on the ground immediately fled in panic. Fortunately, this Taiyin Xuanguang gathered on its own halfway down, rushing toward the great formation in the center, as if the Heavenly River had fallen, suppressing it.

The twelve practitioners were suppressed on the pass, unable to move. Their eyes were filled with gold and silver. The great formation was like a lotus leaf in the rain, swaying from side to side. But after all, there were twelve of them; although someone vomited blood from time to time, the formation was never broken.

The twelve Mages were suppressed for a moment, and the sky full of Taiyin Xuanguang did not fall to the ground. But the small cultivators who had shrunk back on both sides could not be restrained, fleeing toward both banks one after another. Even the Foundation Establishment cultivators had no heart to manage them...

Amidst the sky full of Taiyin Xuanguang and golden rain, the offensives on both the north and south sides had to temporarily cease. The cultivators on both sides had no will to fight. The Embryonic Breath and Qi Refining cultivators retreated one after another, leaving only the Foundation Establishment-level cultivators still restraining each other.

Things had reached this point, and almost everyone on the field understood that the situation now rested on Li Xuanfeng and these twelve practitioners...

Either Li Xuanfeng would kill the twelve people, forcing the north to be unable to move south, or the twelve Mages would kill Li Xuanfeng, and this Huaijiang Map would naturally collapse, giving the northern cultivators a chance to move south!

As ten thousand people looked up, the golden string in Li Xuanfeng's hand was drawn to a full moon, his eyes shockingly bright. Even with the blessing of the ancient spirit tool, he felt it was not enough. The two Immortal Foundations in his body evaporated without regard for the damage, gushing out thin golden mist.

Li Xuanfeng naturally had methods to damage his essence and lifespan after all these years, called 【Sacrificing Yuan to Fix the Law】, which was a thing of the Ning family. He had used it once when he killed Tang Shedu back then.

This secret technique originally had heavy aftereffects, often causing cultivation to collapse if thirty or forty percent of the Immortal Foundation was overdrawn. He had been able to be safe and sound in the Great Ning Palace after killing Tang Shedu with this method, firstly because the Yuan cultivators had intervened, and secondly because of his current state.

His current cultivation was placed in the Talisman Seed, with nearly half detached from his body, almost borrowing from the Talisman Seed. However, it had an unexpected benefit—the Immortal Foundation was maintained by the Talisman Seed. Unless he drained it all at once with the secret technique, Li Xuanfeng would not collapse no matter how he extracted his cultivation with the secret technique.

Therefore, using it again now, he did not begrudge his cultivation at all. Taking advantage of the twelve people being dragged down, the golden-red arrow in his hand became increasingly condensed, surging magic power and Gang Qi congealing in his hand.

"Hum..."

The sky full of Taiyin Xuanguang was maintained for a full several dozen breaths. When this gold and silver brilliance vanished, the golden-red in Li Xuanfeng's hand vanished almost simultaneously. The twelve people shook in unison, but it was too late to summon the 【Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl】.

Only those three golden rings floated up alone, suddenly catching something. The three circular golden rings paused slightly, and one corner twisted abruptly. After only one breath, this magic tool made a harsh tearing sound in the air.

"Crack... Clang..."

The three magic tools exploded in the air instantly, turning into a sky full of golden fragments falling down with a clatter. The three practitioners had long since severed their connection with the magic tools, but they still vomited blood, all of them pale as gold paper.

Fortunately, after such a delay, that purple-gold bowl appeared in the air again, swallowing the golden-red arrow that had broken free. It shook twice and began to flicker on and off.

The twelve practitioners hurriedly seized the opportunity, decisively leaping out from their positions and dispersing the bowl. The remaining nine practitioners changed positions, the great formation condensed again, and they shouted in unison:

"Seeking the Su Xikong! Orthodox Law Subdues the Demon!"

In an instant, voices resounded in the air. The remaining nine practitioners' bodies radiated great light, and a pair of eyes opened on their chests in unison, calm and indifferent. Golden patterns erupted on their faces; they were no longer human in appearance.

These eyes looked at Li Xuanfeng simultaneously. There was no colorful light or golden light, nor was there any brilliance breaking through the air, but the bright light beneath their feet shook, causing the cultivators to stumble.

The bright light on Li Xuanfeng's body dimmed for an instant, and he was actually fixed in place. The nine practitioners followed suit, leaping from their positions in unison. The great formation beneath their feet dispersed as soon as it was said, and they struck together, blessing the Su Xikong true form.

"Boom!"

For a time, gold and stone collided, like a mountain collapsing or a sea roaring. All the brilliance in the sky dimmed, and both the north and south banks choked simultaneously.

The ten practitioners struck with combined force, and with the Su Xikong true form summoned by the great formation, the power had already stacked to a terrifying level. Si Yuanli stood to the side, a premonition of death rising in his heart, horrified:

"Underestimated them!"

The bright pass beneath his feet shook, and Si Yuanli broke out in a cold sweat. He looked up in panic, seeing a hint of red through the gaps where the various weapons' golden light and colors intertwined.

"Ding-dang..."

Scattered blood beads were like a broken curtain of jade beads, each round and crystalline, scattering in all directions. They hit the magic tools stacked by the several Mages, actually making the sound of pearls and jade.

"Clatter..."

Blood dripped down, turning into golden rain in the dark mid-air. Amidst the gazes of ten thousand people, some anxious and some relieved, the golden bow and Li Xuanfeng's figure vanished.

"Where is that fierce man?"

"Could he have been reduced to ashes..."

Si Yuanli watched the blood rain fall with his own eyes, and suddenly heard a crisp sound of metal clashing. A cold, hoarse voice echoed in the air, passing from high above to the ears of the cultivators on both the north and south sides.

"Stem values Ren and Gui, Gold uses its extreme..."

As this voice fell, the crisp sound of metal clashing grew louder, almost more thunderous than thunder itself, but the cold, hoarse voice grew lower:

"Shen and You are the proper positions of Gold, I invite you to wield the Gold!" ===== CHAPTER 598 =====