Dashing Student-Chapter 1169: Natural Nemesis

"Wow, you vile creature, are you planning to protect these two little demons? As a member of the Human Clan, don’t you know that those who are not of our kind must have different hearts?"

"If you step aside and let me take these two little demons back, I can share an elixir with you once I’ve concocted it. My elixirs are unparalleled, even among the heavens and the earth!"

The old Taoist shouted in anger, his eyes bulging, glaring fiercely ahead. He even pulled out the grand justification of the Human Clan, mixing threats with enticing cajolery.

Chen Nan, however, merely gave a cold smile: "When I make friends, I don’t distinguish between the Human Clan and the Demon Clan. To me, some people are even worse than undeveloped demon beasts."

He never feared moral coercion, and even if the old Taoist invoked grand ideals, he couldn’t care less.

After all, his reputation in the Nine Provinces was already poor, with nicknames like Flame Demon and Killing Demon, none of which sounded like a good person.

"Moreover, what good could come from elixirs made from the Demon Clan? Why don’t you use the Human Clan for your concoctions?" Chen Nan rolled his eyes at him.

The old Taoist stroked his beard and retorted coldly, "I’ve tried, but the elixirs made from the Human Clan are far inferior to those made from the Demon Clan."

Chen Nan was taken aback, finally understanding why the old Taoist’s aura flickered with Blood Evil Qi—this old man used humans for alchemy!

"Hmph, since you refuse the toast only to drink a forfeit, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

With a cold snort, the old Taoist retracted all the silver threads from the horsetail whisk in his hand. Thick black fog began to surge around him like liquid.

From within the black fog, blood-colored phantoms flew out, each bearing a fierce and malevolent appearance akin to Hell Evil Ghosts—these were resentful souls from the people the old Taoist had killed!

"Go, devour him for me, and add another to the army of resentful souls!"

The old Taoist laughed maniacally, a bit unhinged, and the resentful souls around him flew out, emitting harsh, mournful wails that could disturb one’s heart.

Tuo Le and Song Ya were instantly affected, expressions twisted in pain, with blood trickling from their ears.

Chen Nan’s face was immediately filled with anger, and he coldly snorted: "Old man, you brought this upon yourself!"

Of all things, he feared resentful souls the least, for in his hand, he held their nemesis.

With a thought, the Demon Suppressing Sword flew out from within him, emanating a crimson glow toward the resentful souls, who halted abruptly.

Though they did not recognize the sword, an innate fear gripped them.

Even the old Taoist was dumbfounded, ceaselessly gesturing and shouting angrily: "You useless wretches, after all my sacrifices, how dare you defy my orders?"

But no matter how he spurred them, all the resentful souls merely stood trembling, preferring to be obliterated by the old Taoist rather than move forward.

"He who brings ruin upon himself cannot live!"

Just by seeing the countless number of resentful souls, Chen Nan knew how many people the old Taoist had killed—he was undoubtedly a demon cultivator.

Thus, Chen Nan showed no mercy, maneuvering the Demon Suppressing Sword to sweep through the army of resentful souls, instantly devouring all those close to it.

The longsword howled as it carved a path through the resentful souls, with Chen Nan following closely, arriving in front of the old Taoist in an instant.

Some resentful souls, avoiding the Demon Suppressing Sword, attempted to pounce on Chen Nan, yet a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed by, sending the soul flying.

Even the soul bodies became somewhat more transparent.

Chen Nan snorted coldly, blinding thunder appeared on his body, then he grasped the Demon Suppressing Sword in front of him, channeling his mana madly into the sword, causing a crimson brilliance to shine.

"Soul Destruction Slash!"

The sword blade swung down sharply, a blood-colored sword light shot forth, with all resentful souls along its path letting out agonizing screams before being engulfed by the sword light.

"Great Compassion Buddha Palm!"

He summoned the Buddhist Relics, enhanced by Buddha Light, striking out to leave a vacuum zone among the army of resentful souls with a golden Buddha’s palm.

Scarlet-gold flames surged, spreading outward in the blink of an eye, transforming the place into a sea of fire, with all resentful souls howling in pain under the scorching flames.

Even the old Taoist suffered backlash, feeling as if he too was being burned by the flames, in excruciating pain.

Chen Nan’s gaze turned icy as he looked at the resentful souls, causing them all to retreat under his scrutiny.

There was no choice; he was like a natural nemesis to resentful souls—both the Demon Suppressing Sword and the Buddhist Relics were lethal to them.

Seeing the resentful souls dare not move rashly, Chen Nan continued approaching the old Taoist, with expressions of disdain and mockery on his face.

"You wretch! You, a member of the Human Clan, dare not aid your kind, instead assisting the Demon Clan? It’s beyond comprehension. Aren’t you afraid of divine retribution striking you down?"

The old Taoist retreated as he cursed, but his expression betrayed him, revealing his fear of Chen Nan.

His greatest strength was his control over the resentful souls, often forcing even cultivators with higher realms to retreat.

Yet here was a cultivator who casually encountered such ferocity, armed with so many means to suppress resentful souls, indeed becoming his nemesis.

It wasn’t long before he backed into a large tree, unable to avoid further, and suddenly attacked, throwing out the horsetail whisk in his hand, causing the silver threads to grow rapidly, aiming to entangle Chen Nan.

But sadly, his silver threads paled in comparison to the Shadowless Silk, barely able to tear Chen Nan’s clothes, and unable to leave any mark on him whatsoever.

Even entangling Chen Nan’s legs couldn’t halt his steps, the terrifying power made the old Taoist tremble with fear.

Finally, Chen Nan stood before the old Taoist, slowly raising his fist.

"If you can take one punch from me, I’ll let you go."

"Alright..."

Bam!

Before the old Taoist could respond, Chen Nan delivered a punch that penetrated the tree behind, leaving a massive pit on the ground ten feet away.

With his chest shattered, the old Taoist’s only remaining Golden Core flew out, yet it bore a rich blood-red hue rather than a gleaming gold.

The Golden Core attempted to flee yet was snatched by Chen Nan, who engulfed it in lightning and flame, hearing a dissatisfied roar from within his grasp.

When he opened his palm again, only fragments of the Golden Core remained, quickly dissipating back into nature’s spiritual energy.

Chen Nan picked up the fallen horsetail whisk and the old Taoist’s storage bag, discovering an ancient text inside made from beast skin.

The text detailed the method of concocting elixirs using the Demon Clan, but it was severely damaged, with many parts missing. Surely, the old Taoist followed these instructions for his concoctions.

Regrettably, he overdosed on elixirs, leaving him mad and offering little outside of his army of resentful souls.

"So this is the true culprit."

Chen Nan remarked with a sigh, casually tossing the ancient text into the flames.