Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me-Chapter 731 - 320: Did Wandao Sect Turn Into Demon Sect? — Refine Them All!_2

As the words fell, he was the first to rush out eagerly.

As for Guan Wen's words, he didn't take them to heart.

The Saint Heir just spoke like someone from the Demon Path but hadn't done anything demonic.

Besides, he always felt it was great that Lu Jin'an was the Saint Heir, compensating for the kind-heartedness of the Sect Master, the elder.

Moreover, to defeat the Demon Path, one must sometimes be more 'demonic' than the Demon Path.

Lu Jin'an also stepped forward, consuming a lot of the Spirit Crystals in his storage space again.

Li Jingfu asked him how many Spirit Crystals he had... at any rate, he hadn't used them all yet.

However...

Lu Jin'an's eyes scanned the scene dimly, and the mysterious black robe was nowhere to be found.

It disappeared without a trace.

But it didn't matter; after all, they had caught many big fish this time.

Li Jingfu also realized afterward that the black robe was missing, so as loud as his voice had been earlier, his head was now bowed low.

"Seal their Spirit Seas, Demon Storages, then check their storage spaces and heal them."

Lu Jin'an wanted slightly injured Corpse People and Corpse Demons; otherwise, he'd still have to heal them after refining.

This way, he'd save a lot of spiritual power after they were healed before refining.

Lu Jin'an's junior brothers and sisters obediently followed, stripping off their Storage Rings to take out the Healing Pills inside and forcibly feeding them.

Seeing this, a disciple of the Lin Yuan Sword Sect opened his mouth: "Saint Lu, isn't this inappropriate?"

Swinging his robe and sitting casually on a large rock, Lu Jin'an gave him a glance: "The seventh direct disciple was taken in by the Lin Yuan Sword Sect since childhood, yet no one in the vast Sword Sect noticed anything strange?"

The disciple of the Lin Yuan Sword Sect fell silent.

Suddenly, Li Jingfu spoke: "Lu Jin'an, just now I used only one person. Tell me, are there any people from my Upper Realm among you?"

The atmosphere went silent.

"Haha, your approach is similar to Lan Cangjun of the Roc Clan back then, trying to play suspicion, huh?"

"Alright, I'll humor you."

Lu Jin'an suddenly clapped his hands, soft hair floating by his forehead, smilingly looking at this group of Upper Realm cultivators: "Then you tell me, which ones among these are your people? Speak one by one, I'll listen slowly."

Times have changed.

Back then, when facing Lan Cangjun in the Mist River Cave Heaven, trying to incite suspicion among Lower Realm cultivators, he decisively killed Lan Cangjun.

Because back then, his cultivation was only at the Harmonization Realm Stage.

Although the Harmonization Realm was considered upper-tier combat strength, it was still far off.

But now, he's invincible below Immortal and truly unafraid of Li Jingfu's attempt to create suspicion.

Whether someone truly exists or someone is falsely accused, it doesn't matter. Lu Jin'an wouldn't mind killing them all.

"Speak up!"

Lu Jin'an's voice deepened: "Giving you a chance to speak is a courtesy, if I give you face, and you don't reciprocate..."

He gave Deng Shu a look, and Deng Shu immediately grinned, walking the Shura Sword Path; though not a mindless killer, he indeed didn't have a good reputation.

"Kid." Deng Shu pressed Li Jingfu's nape and slammed him to the ground: "Our Saint Heir is asking you a question."

Being smashed like this with his energy channels sealed, though Li Jingfu wasn't injured or bleeding, the pain didn't dissipate.

Once again forced to look up with his hair grabbed, Li Jingfu's face turned iron-blue, "When had he, a prince of the Tongtian Immortal Dynasty, ever suffered such humiliation?"

In the hands of Lower Realm peasants no less...

"Lu! Jin! An!" Li Jingfu gritted his teeth and glared at Lu Jin'an: "Today's grievance..."

Smack!

Deng Shu slapped him at once: "Is the Saint Heir asking you to spout nonsense?"

Li Jingfu, breathing heavily and clenching his fists tightly, still glared at Lu Jin'an, choosing to swallow his anger rather than burst out in rage.

He gradually lowered his head.

Guan Wen leaned close to Jiang Wuya, greatly surprised: "Second Senior Brother, not to mention Junior Brother Deng, does the Saint Heir also have this side to him?"

Jiang Wuya pondered and said: "This is my first time seeing it too."

Since the Saint Heir arrived, his mood didn't seem too good, but now it seemed much lighter than before.

But how to say it... still pretty intimidating.

"Senior Sister Zhou, does this need recording too?"

"Hmm..." Zhou Lan, recalling the Holy Daughter's demeanor when mentioning Saint Lu, hesitated and said: "The Holy Daughter might possibly... like it."

"Really?"

The little junior sister from Qingmiao Palace didn't understand but felt a mysterious shock.

The Holy Daughter likes this kind of personality?

But...

She sneakily glanced at Mu Jianxian, somehow feeling like Mu Jianxian preferred this kind of Saint Lu too?

That unblinking gaze, as if it could draw silk.

"Saint Heir." Deng Shu saw Li Jingfu sulking with his head down and couldn't help but say: "How about we..."

"Forget it." Lu Jin'an raised his hand slightly, discreetly glancing at Mu Qingyue. If this were in Taichu Hall, with that look of hers, she'd surely have the Collar ready to put on his neck again.

But, it felt somewhat peculiar.

Lu Jin'an jumped down from the rock: "Since you can't mention a single name, I'll use my way then."

Li Jingfu suddenly raised his head, finally speaking: "What grounds do you have?"

"You'll know soon enough."

By now, Lu Jin'an wasn't afraid of word about his technique spreading.

If anything, he was quite pleased to let it spread.

Because once it spread, those possessors from the Upper Realm and their accomplices would find no rest at night.

Besides...

Lu Jin'an started from those whose wounds had healed, taking them down with a single sword strike.

The intelligence gathered from these Upper Realm cultivators was immense; the first thing to do after leaving the Southern Great Realm was to capture them all.

Before they could rebel and indiscriminately slaughter innocents, round them all up!

Death Qi and Yin Ming Qi surged in the array like black mist, and Li Jingfu looked on in horror. As if recalling something: "You've been to the Netherworld too!?"

Too?

Lu Jin'an glanced at him but didn't ask further. He'd soon know what needed knowing anyway.

"On what grounds!?" Li Jingfu roared: "On what grounds does he grant you such authority!?"

Smack!

Deng Shu slapped Li Jingfu on the back of the head: "Quiet down, can't you see our Saint Heir is busy?"

Li Jingfu looked extremely frustrated, unable to conceal his envy and terror as Lu Jin'an gradually approached.

Wanting to say something, yet unable to utter a word.

Seeing the power Lu Jin'an wielded, bestowed by Emperor Fengdu, he understood everything.

But precisely because he understood, he knew any plea would be futile.

Because Lu Jin'an would know everything in the end.

Li Jingfu took a deep breath, trying to suppress his inner fear, but his body couldn't stop shaking slightly.

Looking down at his legs that entered his vision, he heard Lu Jin'an ask lightly: "Your Nine Yang Immortal Body as a prince descended here; is your emperor father really that assured?"

Li Jingfu jerked his head up, as Lu Jin'an was shrouded in death rules: "Or do you need to feel death to trigger this protection?"

"You can try." Li Jingfu seemed to have some newfound confidence.

Lu Jin'an chuckled: "I guess even if there's protection, it isn't any Immortal Law, but a wisp of your emperor father's split consciousness.

Guess whether I have the Sect Master's protection on me, and would your emperor father choose to lose a wisp of consciousness on such an occasion just to get feedback on wounds to his true body?"

Li Jingfu opened his mouth, his apparent confidence evaporating swiftly.

As a prince, he knew best what kind of character the supreme sovereign sitting on the throne possessed.

Be it Upper Realm or Lower Realm, Immortal World or mortal world, emperors are inherently selfish.

Lu Jin'an raised the Netherworld Validation in his hand: "Watch closely, see if he shields you."

Li Jingfu felt the pain of the sword nearing his heart, yet deep down, he let out a sigh of relief.

Because his father truly hadn't protected him.

Did this mean he had confidence in him?

Unfortunately...

In his remaining view, Yin Ming Qi spiraled.

Lu Jin'an moved on to the next; he didn't have the Sect Master's protection either, but he had the ace given by his Master.

However, it wasn't something to be used right now.

After handling the last Roc, Lu Jin'an turned to face Mu Qingyue before the Parasol Tree.

"Senior Sister, if all the Phoenix Clan is killed, the opportunity will be all yours, the Phoenix Ancestor has no choice."

Listening to the Saint Heir's words, Jiang Wuya couldn't help but chuckle.

This behavior... indeed resembles the Demon Path.

"But, three people need to be dealt with first."

Lu Jin'an's tone shifted as he smiled grimly.

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