Chapter 602: Should be Decisive

Lin Gu Linggu Lanying's words were somewhat out of the blue, but they made the crowd change their expressions slightly, pushing Si Yuanli to the forefront of the storm.

He didn't need to think much. Just looking at the hateful faces of this crowd, he understood that the orders and actions of Chi Zhiyan had long been spread by the aristocratic families as if they were unintentional. The crowd had shallow inheritance but were not fools. Who didn't hate them in their hearts?

Rescue Bianyan Mountain?

If Lin Gu Linggu Lanying hadn't brought this matter up in public, Si Yuanli wouldn't have taken it seriously at all! Although the northern cultivators had retreated, the southern strength was ultimately inferior, and Li Xuanfeng was about to die. Who dared to act rashly?

Si Yuanli originally only needed to disperse the crowd, privately send a few people north to investigate, and face the Chi family saying it was a rescue. The riverbank had just been guarded, and there were no orders from the south. Who could point out it was wrong?

The crowd on the shore dispersed, and these actions would only be known to a few aristocratic family direct descendants. But Lin Gu Linggu Lanying asked so directly, and Si Yuanli was watched by everyone, feeling like he was on pins and needles.

'It's not just as simple as giving me an embarrassment...'

The riverbank was silent. Si Yuanli stood sideways, looking at the green-clothed woman in front of him. There was no aggression in her eyes, nor any indignation, only calmness.

He felt the long sword in his hand was cold. Si Yuanli was much more calculating than his brother Si Yuanbai. Just meeting this gaze, he felt a slight suffocation in his heart.

Within Qingchi, any aristocratic family that could survive for a hundred years didn't just represent itself, but symbolized the huge power behind it—sometimes even representing the words of a kind of person:

"Early Zifu."

In such a scene watched by everyone, when the Li family spoke, Si Yuanli had to consider whether it was "Xiao Chuting" speaking. When the Yuan family made a move, he had to suspect whether Bu Zi had returned.

And the Lin Gu family, as a tribe of Shanyue assimilation, could remain motionless for three hundred years. It was not just that the Lin Gu family was deeply rooted, but the key point was that the Lin Gu family was the in-law of the True Person of the Great Huikui Temple!

Lin Gu Linggu Lanying's move not only represented the Lin Gu family, but also represented the meaning of the Jichuan County and the various cultivators of the South Sea, and even the figure of the Huikui Lin family.

He passed through his mind like lightning. Lin Gu Linggu Lanying and even the various cultivators of the South Sea had no conflict with him, Si Yuanli. These words were not aimed at him, Si Yuanli, but a confirmation, just wanting an attitude from him: whether it was procrastination... or ambiguity.

Which cultivator on the field couldn't see the look of evasion? As long as he, Si Yuanli, was not a die-hard loyalist of the Chi family, this resentment wouldn't fall on him... But were the Chi family members stupid?

This sword cultivator sheathed his sword, his expression flat:

"Chi Zhiyan gathered the elite, stationed in Bianyan, and had the protection of a great formation, making the northern cultivators detour. Bianyan Mountain is several times safer than this place, so it should be fine."

He set the tone in one sentence, acting as a side confirmation for the rumors of the various aristocratic families, nailing the resentment on the Chi family. Only then did he change the subject:

"But the demonic cultivators' intentions are unpredictable, and their methods are strange. Who knows if there is any scheme? Failure to rescue is a crime. I will personally lead people to check it out, also to prevent demonic cultivators from killing their way back."

He was crisp and neat in two or three sentences. Lin Gu Linggu Lanying nodded smoothly. Several peak masters and Daoists close to the Lin Gu family stood behind her thoughtfully. The crowd whispered to each other, looking over.

Si Yuanli said warmly:

"Everyone, rest for a while. The Suiyuan Pills and spirit objects promised by the sect will definitely be gathered within three days. As long as I, Si Yuanli, am here, I will never be short of yours!"

A burst of joy came from below. Si Yuanli stood on the riverbank, looking at Lin Gu Linggu Lanying's smiling face. His eyes narrowed slightly, seeing the woman before him say softly:

"Senior, rest assured, there is no vision in the sky, and no one has been defeated and fled back for such a long time. It must be safe."

These words reminded Si Yuanli. He didn't believe in any safety at all. The various lords had seized the opportunity, and Bianyan Mountain being broken was inevitable. At the moment, there was no situation, it must have been covered up.

"Chi Zhiyan is finished."

Si Yuanli was probably the person on the shore who knew best how many people were on Bianyan Mountain. Precisely because of this, he still felt a sense of disbelief in his heart.

"The Chi family's main line is second only to the Sect Master Chi Zhiyun. The seven direct descendants of the main line, from Chi Liangzhe to Chi Dongqing... the various peak masters and Daoists who are direct descendants or in-laws of the Chi family... and even Ning family's Ning Heyuan."

And the two most talented younger generations of the Chi family were specially left in the sect, but were taken out by Si Boxiu and died in the cave together!

The situation on Bianyan Mountain was different from the riverbank, and Chi Zhiyan was not Li Xuanfeng. He suddenly realized that Lin Gu Linggu Lanying's question was an inevitable thing, and his heart became clear as if enlightened:

"There is no room for mediation in sect struggles and faction disputes. From the moment of guarding the riverbank, I have already taken this step. Whether it is the Li family or the Lin Gu family, the direction of the people's hearts is clear."

Si Yuanli finally showed a decisive expression on his face, muttering in his heart:

"The way of changing power must be fast and ruthless! If you try to reconcile, you will be doomed! Should be decisive!"

Bianyan Mountain.

Rolling demonic smoke brushed over the mountain top full of bloodstains. The black-robed youth's brows were sharp, and he looked toward the sky full of blood rain before him.

The green-clothed cultivator in front had a handsome face. It was originally an immortal-like attire, but because of the gloomy color in his brows, it added a few points of terror. He stood with a sword, covered in blood.

The magic robe on his body already had several wounds, and his complexion was extremely pale and gloomy. He breathed deeply, laboriously spitting out the cold air that had invaded his lungs.

"Chi Zhiyan..."

The black-robed youth laughed and muttered. The pool of blood at his feet trembled with his voice. Yu Jiang stood with his arms crossed, the three-sided tooth plates circling his body. He smiled:

"Brother Yu Jiang, why bother talking to him!"

"Why bother talking to him, Brother Yu Jiang!"

The Xu Wang Mage laughed loudly, but there was anxiety in his eyes. The magic spells in his hands became increasingly fierce, beating Chi Zhiyan until his bones were broken. If it weren't for the good magic robe on his body, how could he still stand?

Several heads rolled at his feet, all with looks of terror. Chi Zhiyan breathed deeply, blood rolling down his collar drop by drop.

He had used up his trump cards in a quarter of an hour.

Chi Zhiyan's talent was okay, but his strength was not strong, and he didn't need to fight usually. He was at a disadvantage against the several people before him. If it weren't for several trump cards, how could he still be beaten to death?

As a very critical direct descendant of the Chi family, he naturally had Early Zifu talismans, and more than one. But after a quarter of an hour of fighting, he had only used one, and it was jointly dissolved by the several people before him.

But Yu Jiang's witchcraft slowly took effect. When he went to touch the brocade bag at his waist for the second time, the brocade bag had already turned into a brocade-furred mouse, furry and wet, its long tail tied to his waist, making a few shrill squeaks.

"How strange!"

Chi Zhiyan not only had Early Zifu talismans, but also a Mysterious Talisman that could briefly escape into the Great Void, tied to his wrist. He communicated with it several times, but didn't see this Mysterious Talisman light up.

Chi Zhiyan's gaze crossed the people before him and looked toward the horizon, his heart gradually calming down. The Great Void here had been blessed, and if a Early Zifu could still come and go freely, he couldn't escape relying on the talisman.

"Decree!"

The black-robed youth before him cast a spell again. The long sword in Chi Zhiyan's hand turned into a colorful lizard, struggling to bite his wrist. Chi Zhiyan no longer had the energy to dissolve the spell, touching his waist with one hand, wanting to simply change a weapon.

"Squeak squeak!"

The fat brocade-furred mouse squeaked again. Only then did Chi Zhiyan remember that the brocade bag could no longer be used, and despair rose in his heart:

"Actually died here!"

He didn't know what had happened in the south, but the countless demonic cultivators who had surged over had surrounded Bianyan Mountain tightly, and there was demonic light everywhere.

To be fair, the garrison of Bianyan Mountain was not bad. There were more than ten peak masters, none of whom were ordinary goods. Only four of the demonic cultivators were powerful characters, and the great formation only had a few openings, so it still had the strength to fight.

But there were more than just the four people of Yu Jiang in the north, and many demonic cultivators surged from the south. Although these people were not strong, they were merciless in slaughtering the many Qi Refining cultivators on Bianyan Mountain. The four only needed to drag them down, and the few formation points of the great formation were quickly pulled out, completely losing their brilliance.

Thus, the various peak masters were executed one by one. Chi Liangzhe, Chi Dongqing, and others died before him one by one. Chi Zhiyan gradually had an epiphany, thinking he had miscalculated:

"Should have opened the riverbank, let these demonic cultivators move south, instead of surrounding this Bianyan Mountain! That way there would still be a chance to escape!"

Chi Zhiyan's heart was cold. Clearly, there were pills and talismans in his storage bag, but he was maintained by Yu Jiang's spell and difficult to break. The Xu Wang before him was aggressive, and he finally saw green rain falling from the sky.

This green rain was mixed with blood drops, fluttering all over the ground. The Hook Snake seal that had been floating in the air returned to its true form, floating quietly in the air.

"The 【Xinyou Luzer Seal】 is broken!"

He didn't see Ning Heyuan's figure in the hazy rain, only seeing the feminine man in python robes appear, holding a long whip in his hand, striking out a patch of cold light.

"Puff!"

Chi Zhiyan could only use both hands to block. The last trace of magic power in his body was exhausted, and the brilliance of his magic robe dimmed. The scorching colorful light pierced through his chest, and his heart was cold to the bottom.

Xu Wang's palm pierced through his chest, straight upward, even shattering his face. His remaining consciousness passed through his brain in an instant:

"Actually messed up my brother's big matter!"

"Boom!"

Following his fall, several golden lights mixed with colorful light shot into the sky. Xu Wang rose into the high sky, and the countless bones beneath his feet flew up against the blood, glowing with golden light.

Streams of clear Qi like souls shot into the sky, throwing themselves into his body. Xu Wang sat down in the air, a golden lotus appearing beneath his feet, his face full of joy:

"The fate has arrived!"

In the Great Void.

Huge colorful light condensed in the Great Void, layers of colorful clouds like smoke. The purple-black Buddhist bowl stopped quietly in the air. This treasure trembled slightly, but couldn't move.

A point of purple light fell on the bowl, slightly crystalline, but it was motionless, suppressing this treasure that Jinlian Mohe had refined for a long time in the Great Void. The Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl couldn't advance or retreat, stopping in a daze.

Before it stood a purple-clothed female cultivator, her black hair pinned up, only held by an ordinary white hairpin. She raised her brows to look north, her gaze stopping on the huge circular Anhuai Heaven in the Great Void, not speaking.

"Zipei..."

Jinlian Mohe's voice was far and near, mixed with some anger, resounding in the Great Void like everyone speaking in unison:

"You ruined my good deed, that's all! You still won't stop, what is your intention!"

Li Xuanfeng carried the fate of the north-south struggle. This Jinlian Mohe was originally waiting for the changes in the Anhuai Heaven in the Great Void. Seeing such a delicious meal, he couldn't hold back.

'The fate is so thick, if I could take it, wouldn't it be beautiful!'

Although Jinlian Mohe couldn't make a direct move, there were still a group of Mages in the north! He summoned the Mages and bestowed the 【Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl】, just to refine a subordinate of compassion.

Once a Mage killed Li Xuanfeng and achieved the position of compassion under his command, it wouldn't be an ordinary character. Not only would there be an extra capable assistant, but the fate of compassion would also be in his hands, which could nourish himself, saving a lot of cultivation effort.

He had three changes in the Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl in his hand. He had only used two so far. Although it was summoned by the Mages and not cast by himself, it was enough to deal with Li Xuanfeng!

He originally thought about spending more time, letting those Mages die a few more, gathering the fate. Who knew that Zipei would intervene, actually letting the fat meat in his mouth run away!

"This bitch actually didn't enter the Anhuai Heaven! How is it possible!"

To put it bluntly, with the departure of Shang Yuan and others one by one, Zipei was already the True Person with the widest supernatural powers in the south of the river. If she entered to compete, she would have a share of all the benefits. Who could have known that she wouldn't be tempted at all?

His treasure was suppressed by Zipei's supernatural powers again, unable to come out. This Jinlian Mohe couldn't retreat or advance, looking over with secret anger, secretly feeling a bit guilty.

He took advantage of the fact that there were no Early Zifu in the south to summon the two changes of the Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl. Although it was not a personal move, how could those Mages have any changes? He was truly a bit guilty, not knowing what to say.

Zipei True Person finally spoke:

"The bald donkey truly cast a good magic tool, all kinds of changes, used to target a Foundation Establishment!"

She turned slightly, and saw a point of purple light on the bowl turn. The Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl shook violently, making bursts of wailing sounds. This Jinlian Mohe's voice shook greatly, angry:

"Fellow Daoist, do you want to break the rules!"

Zipei watched coldly, her supernatural powers sucking out a patch of gray Qi. This gray Qi scattered, transforming into three types of fire, falling into Zipei's hands one by one. She raised her head, cold:

"Your 【Zhelu】 is only a Jinlian Mohe of two generations, and you dare to talk about rules in front of me? 【Zhelu】 still doesn't dare to say much, get out early!"

Zhelu Jinlian Mohe's colorful light flickered in the Great Void, having a bit of a taste of swallowing his anger. He actually didn't dare to say more, put away the wailing Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl, and the eye gathered by the colorful light turned into a patch of colorful clouds and retreated, fleeing back to the north.

Ordinary compassion was only at the Early Zifu early-stage strength, without supernatural powers to protect the body, and was a cut weaker. And some accumulated compassion was only on par with the Early Zifu early-stage.

By the time they achieved Jinlian Mohe, three generations had Early Zifu middle-stage strength, and five or seven generations were comparable to Early Zifu late-stage. To put it bluntly, Zhelu was not enough for this one to beat, so he could only swallow his anger and flee.

Zipei lowered her eyes, looking quietly at the Anhuai Heaven before her. This cave heaven was fading bit by bit, the golden aura flickering, erupting with a roar. ===== CHAPTER 603 =====