Chapter 323: The Mo Sect

Slash—slash—

Fierce combat sounds erupted from the entire peak of the Mo Sect.

Blood nearly pooled into streams, bodies falling one after another.

The thick stench of blood spread out, stimulating every brain, stirring emotions to frenzy and melting the threads of reason.

He Chong of Kunlun Sect transformed into a being of pure crimson flame, leaping into the ranks of the Mo Sect.

In an instant, the blue stone tiles melted into lava; wherever he passed, the flames clung like a malignant sore.

Even a single splashed ember that touched the skin would rapidly spread across the entire body, until finally reducing it to ash.

"You bald-faced monk, die!"

In a furious shout from a Mo Sect female bandit, a silver spear tore through the fire curtain and stabbed from behind He Chong.

The spear tip shot through the air trailing a tail of pure white light.

Without dodging, He Chong's burning head was instantly pierced and exploded by the spear tip, blood spraying everywhere.

But then, before the Mo Sect's widened eyes, flame gushed from He Chong's neck cavity.

The exploded head was immediately refilled with flame, reforming into flesh and blood.

In the blink of an eye, as if nothing had happened, he turned back with a mocking gaze.

"You've reached First Transformation—surely you've heard Kunlun Sect's Ice-Fire Twin Supreme possesses immortality?"

As soon as he spoke, the blood that had sprayed from his exploded head instantly became ten thousand tongues of flame.

Every Mo Sect disciple touched by the blood screamed in agony, then turned to ash within seconds; the stench of charred flesh mixed with sulfur filled the battlefield.

Far away, He Chong's junior sister transformed into a five-meter-tall being of pure ice, sprinting through the Mo Sect ranks.

Any disciple who entered within ten meters had their body rapidly frozen solid.

Mo Sect disciples corroded by the cold remained frozen mid-swing, then shattered into powder when struck by rushing martial artists.

Dozens of meters away, the figure of Kongdong Sect's leader, Guan Weiliang, had blurred beyond recognition.

That was an ultimate physical form vibrating tens of thousands of times per second, utterly indestructible.

Any blade, spear, sword, or halberd striking her shattered on impact; nothing could breach her defense.

Nearby, some Mo Sect disciples fell silently, clutching throats spurting blood.

Along the winding path of blood, the Abbot Xuanxu stood with a solemn Dharma form.

Each swing of his gilded staff stirred a hurricane; three or five Mo Sect brutes leaping up were slammed into the rock wall by the gale, dark red fluid seeping from the shattered stone.

In this martial world, due to world suppression, every martial artist's physical limit was nearly identical, with additional constraints on stamina.

In pure hand-to-hand combat, even a Grandmaster could not withstand the combined assault of dozens of Tuifan bodies.

But that was without invoking the Heart-Phase inheritance.

With a Fourth Transformation-level inheritance, as long as the Heart-Phase remained, these Wu Lin Grandmasters were invincible.

Under the ferocious assault of the righteous factions, they had stormed from the mountain's base all the way to its mid-slope in one breath.

"Something's wrong…" Abbot Xuanxu frowned as he retreated into the righteous ranks to replenish his Qi: "We've smashed through everything so far, but all we've faced are low-level resistors of only First or Second Transformation."

"The Mo Sect's Dharma Kings, Protectors, and Four Symbols Flag Masters haven't shown themselves at all—they're barely putting up token resistance."

The Yuduan Jushi of Emei appeared beside him: "Perhaps they're planning to exhaust our strength first, preserving their elite forces to decide victory at the summit."

"Regardless, today the Liuda Sect has moved—today we will utterly exterminate the Mo Sect," said Zhang Yuanqiao of Wudang.

"But… have we found Young Master Fang Can yet?" Abbot Xuanxu asked, frowning with concern.

Shortly after the Demon Extermination Assembly ended last midnight, they received word from the Yanfeng Sect leader: Fang Can had vanished from his room, possibly captured, and still had no trace.

"Almost certainly one of the Mo Sect's Four Flags—the Qiankun Yi Qi Bag," Zhang Yuanqiao frowned. "Fang Can's Shadow Divine Map was left behind at the scene."

"The Qiankun Yi Qi Bag can only be used once every ten years. After engraving a target's likeness and tossing the Shadow Divine Map inside, the target subconsciously senses it—once they utter even a sound, they're sucked into the bag and swapped with the map."

"Wei Yixiao saw Young Master Fang's face. He's inexperienced, probably unaware of the Qiankun Yi Qi Bag's power—that's why he fell for it."

"Such Mo Sect tricks! They've cost us a great general—utterly impossible to guard against!" He Miao sighed.

…

Outside, Wei Yixiao scratched his head, staring at the deflated bag: "Did that kid even get in? Why's the bag still so flat?"

"The Qiankun Yi Qi Bag's interior is a self-contained space. Once the Shadow Divine Map is placed inside, if the target dares make a single sound within a day, he'll be sucked in."

"I've already felt something inside. Just wait half a day—the bag will auto-unseal, and then I'll drag him out."

The Shuobude Nun chuckled: "I don't get why you're so obsessed with this kid—you're wasting your once-in-a-decade chance just to catch him."

"The Sect Master will soon unleash his divine art and wipe out the enemy army."

Wei Yixiao chuckled dryly: "You don't know how annoying this kid is—I'm afraid you'll all be so stunned when you see him you won't be able to move, so I grabbed him outright to keep as a long-term blood slave."

"You and I have the closest ties in the Holy Sect—I'll let you play with him for a few days."

The Bat King's words earned only a smiling shake of the head from the Shuobude Nun.

Meanwhile, in a space devoid of light.

No up or down, no left or right—like the primordial chaos of heaven and earth's birth.

Fang Can's body floated in this chaotic void…

Snoring loudly??

No gravity, no sense of time, no air—but the boy's expression was utterly serene.

Do what you must when the time comes.

At night, after a satisfying session, you should sleep soundly—that's what healthy living means.

Since mysteriously arriving in this space last midnight, Fang Can had simply fallen asleep here.

He had to admit that floating in space while sleeping was a first for Fang Can, and the experience was quite novel.

As for getting out or anything like that—Fang Can, utterly relaxed, decided to consider it after he woke up.

Working so hard without pay, and there's no danger here—of course he'd just keep sleeping.

At this moment, even the boy's sleeping posture was one of utter relaxation.

His four limbs stretched out naturally, showing not the slightest discomfort even in an airless environment.

Meanwhile, several li away, gazing at the peak rising with smoke, a fierce-looking middle-aged woman in full armor gently pulled the wild grass from between her lips.

"Pah!" Spitting out the remaining bits of grass, she ordered in a loud voice: "All troops hear my command—surround the foot of Mo Sect's mountain."

"Whether righteous or demonic, anyone coming down from the mountain—leave none alive!"

"Those who use martial arts to break the law!" the fierce woman sneered:

"Starting today, we trample the jianghu! Let those so-called heroes learn what 'all under heaven belongs to the king' truly means!"

With this command issued, discipline was instant—ten thousand troops silently surged toward the mountain's base.

Their movements kept to the absolute minimum, crossing over a dozen li in utter silence and encircling the mountain's base.

Meanwhile, the righteous faction's camp, completely unaware of what was happening at the mountain's base, had already killed until their eyes were red.

Along a path lined with the corpses of fallen Mo Sect underlings, with the Four-Turns vanguard clearing the way, they had lost only a hundred or so men while pushing their formation all the way to the mountaintop.

At this point, the strongest forces of both righteous and demonic paths finally met at the peak.

Over ten thousand from each side had gathered atop the mountain.

Due to the sheer numbers, to prevent congestion, most of them held their positions within the passageways.

They only awaited a single command before charging into slaughter, letting blood dye the entire peak.

Gathered above the sea of clouds, Xuanxu's eyes burned with fury as he surveyed the Mo Sect crowd before him.

Just as he had anticipated, all of Mo Sect's top experts were waiting at the mountaintop.

Compared to the Liuda Sect's eight Grandmasters, the number of Mo Sect's top experts was far fewer.

The Four Symbols Banner Lords were only at the Third Turn; among the Grandmaster-level figures who showed themselves, there were only the Four Dharma Kings, while the remaining Vice Envoy had vanished without a trace.

"Mo Sect witch, now that our six sects have ascended the mountain together, your Mo Sect Sect's doomsday has arrived." Emei's Yuduan Jushi said coldly, sword in hand.

Wudang's Zhang Yuanqiao also chimed in: "We advise you to surrender without resistance—we will only execute the ringleaders; those who resist will be killed!"

"Where is your Vice Envoy Yang Xiao? Why don't we see him? Has he already vanished and gone into hiding?"

"Go to hell!" Wei Yixiao sneered coldly: "Hahahahaha, today is not my Holy Sect's doomsday—it is the doomsday of you self-styled Wu Lin righteous fools."

"Did you think we let you come up the mountain so easily for no reason? It was to restrict your movements." Golden Mane Lion King Xie Xun sneered coldly: "This way we can wipe you all out in one fell swoop!"

Facing Mo Sect's provocation, the righteous side merely sneered again and again, dismissing it as a dying duck's stubborn quack.

Even the demonic side was now as if in mourning, having already resolved to die, prepared to perish together and drag a few down with them.

Crack-crack—

And just as both sides were hurling insults at each other, faint sounds came from behind the Mo Sect Grandmasters.

A few from the righteous side sensed something was off, and the clamor gradually died down.

They saw the previously missing Left Vice Envoy Yang Xiao, dressed in white as pure as snow, slowly stepping forward pushing a wooden wheelchair.

The faint grinding of the wheel axles over the green bricks drew everyone's gaze.

But there, slumped in the chair, sat a withered old crone—her grey-white disheveled hair like dead grass covering her face, her deeply wrinkled face bearing cloudy, unfocused eyes, while saliva soaked her front lapel from a crooked mouth.

That shriveled, curled-up body was wrapped in a wide black robe, looking just like a candle guttering in the wind.

The moment their gazes fell upon that old crone, the sect leaders of the major factions all changed color: "Dongfang Wuji!"

With his words, the scene fell silent once more, and everyone looked toward the old crone in the wheelchair.

This person was actually Dongfang Wuji, who over a decade ago had shattered two thousand six hundred armors in a single breath!!!

Wasn't this person supposed to be dead already?

In an instant, a storm of shock surged through the hearts of everyone present, Mo Sect included.

No one had expected to see the legendary Mo Sect Leader in this place.

What made them even more bizarre was that this Dongfang Wuji showed none of the bearing of a master described in the legends.

Her gaunt, feeble body slumped in the wheelchair, her head tilted slightly to one side, her gaze listlessly fixed ahead, saliva even drooling from the corner of her mouth.

Where was the terrifying might of the Mo Sect Leader? This looked more like an elderly widow unable to care for herself.

If not for the fact that her appearance truly hadn't changed much from over a decade ago, even the various sect leaders wouldn't have dared to acknowledge it.

Emei's Yuduan Jushi immediately sneered: "Dragging out this dying old thing at a time like this—could it be you mean to frighten us into retreat?"

"Even if Dongfang Wuji isn't dead, she probably only has a few days left."

"Dragging a sickly body like that to fight us—even if she still has one breath left, how long can she possibly hold on?"

(End of chapter)