Chapter 142 No Good Death

With Sa Wuling's soft sigh.

The smile on Yun Chengping's chubby face froze: "Daoist, what are you saying?"

Whoosh, whoosh~

In the night, a squad of armored soldiers drew their swords in unison, glaring at Yun Chengping with fierce eyes. Runes flickered on the blades.

Clearly, these were excellent weapons.

In fact, these were swords worn by the Dharma Protector Warriors of the Heavenly Will Sect, capable of breaking magical force fields and cleaving through Buddhist golden bodies; they were blades bordering on magical artifacts.

Hoo~

Yan Xiake slowly raised his head, ghostly flames flickering in his eye sockets.

Beneath his cloak, faint traces of blood vessels appeared on the silver skeleton.

Hoo~

An invisible aura of chilling intent suddenly filled the mountain peak, and even the sound of the rain seemed to vanish.

"Heh heh~"

The smile completely vanished from Yun Chengping's face, and he stared intently at Sa Wuling:

"As expected of a disciple of Perfected Taiji, you actually noticed."

"The Wu family's Soul-Controlling Worms are truly well-deserved; they can even control the City Gods."

Sa Wuling's expression was grave, and murderous intent surged in his heart, but he forcibly suppressed it, coldly looking at Yun Chengping:

"What about the other City Gods?"

He had been stationed in Wu Prefecture for three full days and had not seen a single City God. He already had an ominous premonition in his heart, but he still held a glimmer of hope. But at this moment, he feared that the other City Gods had already fallen into these people's hands.

"Why does Daoist Sa ask the obvious? Now that I'm here, those wandering spirits will naturally be..."

Yun Chengping coldly said:

"Turned to ashes!"

Turned to ashes!

Sa Wuling's newly grown, almost-linear eyebrows rose:

"Very good!"

"Did you feel everything went smoothly on your way here? Did you feel like the popular sentiment was with you, and everyone bowed down to the King's army wherever it passed? Do you think your mere Destiny Realm cultivation was enough to accomplish all of this?"

Yun Chengping smiled, his teeth gleaming coldly:

"A Yuan Shen strike travels thirty thousand *li*. So what if that Perfected Taiji is incomparably powerful? This place is more than sixty thousand *li* away from Qingdu. Let's see if he can save you!"

Before he finished speaking, he laughed again:

"Since you've all come, why don't you show yourselves?"

Rumble!

In the rain, streams of air exploded, and laughter echoed from all directions.

"What bullshit Perfected Taiji? Wanting to set the law for the world with a single word? He's not worthy!"

"We were born free! Wanting to shackle us is just wishful thinking!"

"We've killed most of the one hundred and sixty-eight ghosts and wild spirits in Wu Prefecture; we're not afraid to kill a few more!"

The laughter seemed far away at first, but it quickly approached, and the swirling rain splattered against everyone on the desolate mountain.

Clang clang clang clang~~~

The whistling raindrops struck harder than any powerful crossbow in the mortal world. The armored soldiers in their raincoats couldn't help but wave their swords, cutting down the raindrops that came from all directions.

In the rain, the wind howled and the rain poured.

However, the group of people waved their swords, forcibly repelling all the raindrops, displaying extremely high martial arts skills.

Hoo~

As soon as the laughter stopped, the rain around the desolate mountain was occupied by figures.

There were Daoists, monks, and chilling sword intents, but without exception, they all concealed their faces with magic, not revealing their true appearances, and it was not even known whether their disguises were real.

Although they had decided to take action, they had no intention of exposing themselves.

In this world, besides innate numerology, there were still many supernatural powers that could trace back to the source. They only wanted to kill people, not to perish together.

The deterrence of a Yuan Shen Perfected One was extremely great for anyone.

"None who have cultivated supernatural powers?"

Seeing the number of people who had come, Sa Wuling was not only not surprised, but shook his head, with a mocking sneer:

"As you said, Wu Prefecture is more than sixty thousand *li* away from Qingdu. What are the people behind you afraid of?"

He was very calm in his heart.

After several years of training, even without 'Hand-Master's' guidance, he would not panic when things happened.

Yan Xiake was even calmer.

But beneath the calm was a deep murderous intent. They had been promoting the new laws all along, and anyone who violated them, be it human, demon, ghost, or even a City God, would be killed.

However, compared to demons and ghosts, City Gods mostly did not have much sin.

On the contrary, the City Gods of various states and prefectures had contributed greatly in the process of promoting the new laws.

Now, upon hearing that the City Gods of an entire prefecture had been killed, how could there not be murderous intent in their hearts?

"Humph! You're about to die, yet you're still so stubborn."

Someone sneered.

The gazes of the others were also colder, but no one took the lead in attacking.

They had been poked where it hurt.

No one wanted to offend a Yuan Shen Perfected One. They concealed their whereabouts precisely because they were afraid.

After all, the person in front of them was one of the only two disciples of that Perfected Taiji.

Killing him would inevitably lead to backlash, even a Yuan Shen Perfected One taking action to hunt them down.

"Alright, let's not waste any more time! According to the plan, I'll kill this old Daoist Sa, you block off the surroundings, and you can deal with everyone else!"

Yun Chengping suddenly spoke, coldly sweeping over everyone around him, and then looking at Sa Wuling:

"Your master killed my Wu family's ancestor; this is an irreconcilable feud. Don't blame me when you die; blame your teacher!"

Boom!

Before his voice faded, his entire body lunged forward, suddenly blooming like a black lotus in the rain.

Dense swarms of Soul-Controlling Worms buzzed softly, enveloping Sa Wuling like a black cloud.

"Kill!"

The others also roared coldly, unleashing spells in the rain, instantly erupting and enveloping everyone except Sa Wuling.

They didn't dare to kill Sa Wuling.

They didn't care about anyone else!

Rumble!

Beneath the rain, streams of air surged into the sky, and the heavy rain was blown high into the heavens.

Yan Xiake's body moved, about to meet the attack, but suddenly stopped.

Because he heard a soft chime in his ear.

Buzz~

The sound of a sword, like flowing water, slowly echoed in the rain.

Sa Wuling sat cross-legged, a yellowed talisman burning in his palm. Visible light flowed from his fingertips, transforming into an invisible Daoist sword.

In the rain, the Daoist sword shone brightly, reflecting the murderous intent flashing in Sa Wuling's eyes.

At Liang Prefecture's Taiji Mountain, after An Qisheng used the spiritual objects of the City Gods to forge the 'receptacle' of the Kingly Authority Sword, the Kingly Authority Sword was able to unleash its power.

And as An Qisheng's realm became higher and higher, this Kingly Authority Sword also became more and more powerful.

Even if this Daoist sword was only a trace of the Kingly Authority Sword that Sa Wuling had imprinted with a Daoist talisman.

Its appearance caused a terrifying sword light, beyond description.

Hoo~

The moment the Daoist sword appeared, the desolate mountain suddenly stagnated, as if the heavy rain had frozen for an instant.

"What the hell is that?"

Someone exclaimed, feeling a chill down their spine, as if a sword was pointing at their forehead, and couldn't help but be horrified.

"Not good, retreat!"

"This, this is a life-saving object bestowed by that Perfected Taiji?! No, he clearly said that this old Daoist doesn't have any life-saving objects!"

"He tricked us!

Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

The attacking cultivators all changed color, thinking that the Yuan Shen Perfected One had bestowed some life-saving object, and immediately fled in all directions.

Whoosh whoosh~~~

Yun Chengping, transformed into countless Soul-Controlling Worms, sensed a great crisis, and with a thought, countless Soul-Controlling Worms scattered and disappeared into the heavy rain.

"Somewhat wasteful."

Yan Xiake shook his head slightly and lowered his raised arm.

"This talisman is not easy to make; using it here is not a waste..."

Sa Wuling flipped his palm, and as the sword light flowed like water, he flicked his finger, and the Daoist sword soared into the sky:

"They, shouldn't have a good death!"

Boom!

The sword light pierced the air, emitting thunderous sounds.

In an instant, the rain on the desolate mountain was filled with sword light. Wherever the invisible and chilling sword energy passed, everything was silently cut open by the extreme sharpness.

The sword light was as vast as an ocean, spreading out from the desolate mountain like a lotus, its outstretched branches reaching the sky and the earth.

Amidst screams, it submerged all the attackers.

.......

"Truly generous; they're willing to casually throw out talismans of this level..."

In the drizzling rain, a group of people stopped in the distance to watch, faintly seeing the sword energy soaring into the sky, sweeping away everything.

"Don't you see who their teacher is? Perfected Taiji replaced the Heavenly Will Sect and only has two or three disciples. A mere talisman is naturally nothing?"

Someone was envious and jealous. Thinking of their current situation, they couldn't help but shed a tear of sadness.

In the cultivation path of the world, there are different methods of receiving talismans. Some wield them as swords, some refine them with cauldrons, and some even use a 'golden pill' to receive talismans. Naturally, some also use 'talismans'.

There is no distinction between high and low among the various cultivation methods, but the path of talismans is too complex, and few people in ancient and modern times have achieved Yuan Shen with it.

It is said that Master Wen San, one of the Eight Lords of the Netherworld, seems to cultivate a similar path...

This path is not easy to cultivate. However, if one has many talismans on their body, they truly have the power to fight beyond their level. And obviously, that old Daoist Sa has no shortage of talismans.

Reverend Liansheng ignored Huang Qing'er and the White Lotus Daoist's taunts, looked into the distance, and sighed slightly in his heart:

"An Perfected One's disciple is no ordinary person..."

In his opinion, that Daoist Sa was only at the Destiny Realm. Even if he was more advanced, he had only touched the Dao and was far from becoming a True One.

But this sword talisman already had the power of supernatural powers.

Below a True One, I'm afraid no one can resist it.

"With such a teacher, this is only to be expected."

The White Lotus Daoist retracted his gaze, the cinnabar between his eyebrows flashing a blood-red color:

"As for you, coming to this Wu Prefecture, are you going to travel from Wu Prefecture to the Eastern Continent?"

The White Lotus Daoist asked.

Huang Qing'er and the Tongueless Daoist also shifted their gazes.

Whether they wanted to or not, they had to make the trip, but that didn't mean they were willing.

"That's not it."

Reverend Liansheng shook his head slightly: "Wu Prefecture is backed by continuous mountains, with many fierce beasts and dangerous places inside. Beyond that lies a Heavenly Abyss, not a good route."

"Then are you here to help this Sa Wuling?"

The White Lotus Daoist's expression was not good:

"Are you really treating yourself as that Daoist's servant? Let me tell you, I, the White Lotus, will never be a slave. We agreed to send you to the other four continents, and I won't do anything more!"

"We don't need to take action either."

Reverend Liansheng didn't care and stepped into the rain:

"Sixteen thousand *li* south of Wu Prefecture is Ting Prefecture. There, there is a road to the Eastern Continent..."

........

An Qisheng may or may not know what happened in Wu Prefecture, but he had no intention of interfering.

After sending Sa Wuling and Yan Xiake out of the capital, he seemed to not care about anything anymore, leaving the imperial court to Huang Gou, while he deduced the path of cultivation.

Possessing the method of entering dreams, his daily cultivation time was far more than anyone else.

But after entering dreams one after another, he finally discovered the 'hidden dangers' of the method of entering dreams.

Those clusters of spiritual imprints each contained the lifelong learning, experiences, and insights of a True One who had cultivated supernatural powers. Entering dreams and receiving such insights was naturally incomparable to painstaking cultivation.

But at the same time, the impact of countless people's memories and experiences on oneself was naturally immense.

If someone with little experience suddenly bears hundreds or thousands of years of memories, and your own memories are less than that, under the impact, are you still you?

If An Qisheng had not lived two lives, crossed three realms, combined his essence, qi, and spirit, gathered the three flowers at the top, and had a strong and pure self-spiritual light far exceeding ordinary people, and if he had not fully accepted the lifelong experiences of those with spiritual imprints, he would have long been unable to bear it.

Even so, he felt the limit of his soul.

The spiritual imprints of these hundred or so supernatural power True Ones and Tribulation Transcending True Ones were naturally not something he could not bear, but he was also wary.

He slowed down the process, removed the dross, and then slowly digested it, transforming it into his own, in order to maintain the 'purity' of his self-spiritual light.

Therefore, he roamed the streets every day, experiencing the changes in people's hearts, digesting what he had gained in previous years, and in his spare time, went to the Tathagata Temple to discuss profound doctrines of Buddhism with the As-You-Wish Monk, who had mastered the art of 'patience'.

He would even leave Qingdu City and roam among the mountains and rivers, watching the sunrise and sunset, looking at the sea and stars, sleeping in the clouds, and soaring in the wind.

His heart merged with nature, using his own small Taiji to touch the great Taiji of heaven and earth.

In this way, time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, fifty-eight years had passed.