Yellow Court Daoist-Chapter 468 - 444: Demonic Might! Pressing onto ’Jinshan’!

"Feng Hanzi has been suppressed too!"

"He is invincible!"

"Two great cultivators at the Soul Emergence Realm joining forces, only to be easily suppressed ... It seems a change is upon us."

In the spanning void, all who witnessed this scene were profoundly shocked. They held their breath as they watched Lu Qingfeng use one Mysterious Skill after another, revealing powerful Magic Artifacts. Feng Hanzi, formidable as he was at the Soul Emergence Realm, found himself without a path to the heavens or a door into the earth.

It was truly terrifying.

Outside Jinshan.

"Huff, huff!"

"It’s finally done!"

Lu Qingfeng sighed in relief. After sealing Feng Hanzi, his heart finally settled.

Primordial Spirit Practitioners were formidable and even harder to kill.

Like Huang Su, the Eight-Armed Demon Lord of Qingluo Valley, barely at the Nourishing God Realm and not yet having achieved Primordial Spirit, he was difficult for even Primordial Spirit practitioners in the Third or Fourth Realm to stop, even a sliver of his Divine Soul from escaping.

Thousands of years later, he would inevitably return.

Facing cultivators who had refined their Primordial Spirits into the Soul Emergence Realm, like Huo Shanzi and Feng Hanzi, was incredibly difficult. To fight and win against them was truly arduous, let alone to kill them.

Even if Lu Qingfeng could kill them, he couldn’t prevent their Primordial Spirits from escaping.

If a Primordial Spirit managed to escape even in the slightest, it could rebuild its body, recovering its cultivation much faster than the likes of Huang Su. Qingmu Valley, being rich in Spirit Pills and wonderful methods, made recovery even quicker.

Hence, within the Three Mountains and Nine Waters, having a Primordial Spirit Practitioner in residence was a mark of a top immortal sect. Possessing a Great Cultivator at the Soul Emergence Realm for suppression was a sign of a peerless immortal sect.

Like Qingmu Valley.

Like Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Mountain.

The Primordial Spirit does not die unless one’s Life Span reaches its end without breakthrough. Otherwise, to completely annihilate it was to prepare for who knows how much and pay an unimaginable price.

The same was true for Lu Qingfeng at this moment.

He chose to directly suppress Huo Shanzi and Feng Hanzi.

With his arrangements within Jinshan, rescuing the two would require breaking the ’Five Prisons Mysterious Thunder Demon Suppression Array’ first, then dealing with Lu Qingfeng, and only by combining forces could one attempt an escape.

There was no other way!

...

Suppressing the two men.

Lu Qingfeng stood atop Jinshan, the Six Great Demon Gods arrayed around him. His gaze swept all around, lifting his eyes towards the Western Heaven.

He felt an intrusive gaze lingering in his heart.

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort in his heart and a grand sweep of his sleeve against the void, the space around him stirred, and the intrusive feeling instantly dissipated.

Without pausing.

Daluo Cave Temple’s surveillance of the void revealed five robust figures to Lu Qingfeng’s eyes—

"Not good!"

"Quickly, escape!"

Golden Light Supreme and Six One Daoist’s complexions changed, and without a word, they withdrew and fled.

The other three figures frowned slightly but also prepared to flee.

"Escape?"

Lu Qingfeng immediately laughed.

After the Green Wood King Ding’s avatar descended upon Jinshan, Golden Light Supreme and Six One Daoist often troubled him. Now was the time to capture them both. He still needed a few capable subordinates, and having them during the upcoming face-off with Qingmu Valley could prove advantageous.

Therefore.

Zhu Rong, Tian Wu, and Gonggong went after Golden Light Supreme.

Around Golden Light Supreme emerged flames, a flash of firelight, and he attempted to escape at high speed.

But Zhu Rong turned into flowing fire, faster even, and suddenly appeared directly in Golden Light Supreme’s path.

"Scram!"

Golden Light Supreme did not dare hesitate, bellowing in anger, he hurled a handful of Divine Sand— none other than the notorious ’Earth Lung Poison Fire Divine Sand’.

Acquired from deep within the Earth Lungs, continuously refined day and night, it was extremely venomous.

As soon as it was scattered, even cultivators at the Divinity Transformation or Soul Emergence Realm had to steer clear by miles, daring not to face it directly.

Zhu Rong Demon God did not dodge nor retreat.

"Roar!"

Instead, it roared, and inhaled the sand into its belly. Inside, there was a rumble, the poison fire swallowed, and the Divine Sand ground to dust.

Left unharmed.

"This is impossible!"

Witnessing this, Golden Light Supreme’s eyes bulged in disbelief.

His Earth Lung Poison Fire Divine Sand had always been unmatched, even the demons and cultivators far exceeding his cultivation level feared it. For many years, only when he faced Iron Umbrella Daoist did he encounter a check, his Divine Sand countered.

But he had never seen anything like Zhu Rong Demon God, who swallowed the Divine Sand in one gulp.

Poor Golden Light Supreme did not realize that Zhu Rong Demon God had dominion over all fires in the world, including Earth Lung Poison Fire. Once inside, it was instantly dominated and devoured by Zhu Rong Divine Flame, with no effect whatsoever.

Meanwhile Golden Light Supreme—

With the Divine Sand failing to clear the way,

His figure hesitated, and Zhu Rong Demon God intercepted him.

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"Waters surge!"

Tian Wu and Gonggong combined their powers to whip up a gale and sea, sweeping up Golden Light Supreme and propulsively hurling him into one of the prison cells at the southeastern corner of Jinshan. Above the prison door read—

Nine Springs Suffering Prison!

Once inside, a spring of wine poured down from heaven, filling him with anguish, completely unable to muster any resistance, and he was suppressed within.

"It’s over!"

Deep in the prison, Golden Light Supreme’s heart sank to the bottom.

On the other side.

Almost concurrently with Golden Light Supreme,

Six One Daoist was thrown by Ju Mang, Xizi, and Shebi Corpse into Jinshan—the door of another prison opening with the words inscribed—

You Platform Long Night Prison!

He too was suppressed.

Lu Qingfeng remained unmoved, his gaze upon three spots in the void.

In three different places,

three beings felt a shock in their hearts. They dared not hide any longer and revealed themselves.

The first was a youthful Buddhist nun, donning a magic diadem and stepping on cloud shoes, wrapped in a yellow satin robe, wielding a horsetail whisk. Her dignified appearance was solemn and beautiful as she pressed her palms together toward Jinshan’s direction, saying, "This humble nun, Ci Xin, pays respects to the two esteemed Daoists of Jinshan."

Another was a silver-haired beauty who appeared middle-aged, still charming and graceful, and bowed slightly to Lu Qingfeng, her voice crisp, "This unworthy one, Su He, pays respects to the two esteemed Daoists of Jinshan."

The last was a richly dressed, middle-aged man with a stern face, who greeted Lu Qingfeng with a fist and palm salute, "Zhou Yang of Nine Curves Mountain, pays respects to the two esteemed Daoists of Jinshan."

Poisonous Hand Nun Ci Xin!

Miao Yin Soul-Breaking Su He!

Cross-refining Vajra Zhou Yang!

These three, their reputations throughout the East Sea were in no way inferior to Golden Light Supreme or Six One Daoist.

Su He specialized in various musical instruments, one melody able to shatter the soul, most bizarre and known as "Miao Yin Soul-Breaking."

Ci Xin practiced the great methods of the Buddhist sect. Her fingers had been trained into the "Green Sun Divine Blade," a treasure forged from the essence of Yimu and Antarctic Mysterious Ice, her methods sinister and venomous, thus hailed as "Poisonous Hand Nun."

As for Zhou Yang,

cultivating on Nine Curves Island, he had forged his body through relentless training, his cross-refining rendering him invincible in defense, a fierce figure known as "Cross-refining Vajra."

Lu Qingfeng looked at the three and indifferently said, "Esteemed Daoists have traveled from afar. Why not enter Jinshan for a chat?"

"This Daoist friend, old Zhou has some minor matters to attend to back at Nine Curves Mountain—"

Zhou Yang began to refuse but stopped short when he saw the chilling gaze of Lu Qingfeng.

"A great honor indeed!"

With a glance toward Ci Xin and Su He, noting that they appeared unmoved, Zhou Yang internally bitter yet forced an ugly smile toward Lu Qingfeng and agreed.

Ci Xin and Su He, of course, had no reason to decline.

...

"Paying respects to Master!"

Within Jinshan, in the Zhu Rong Hall,

Lu Qingfeng sat elevated at the head, with Zhou Yang, Ci Xin, and Su He occupying the lower seats. Also present were nine generals and three Daoists who bowed before Lu Qingfeng, addressing him as "Master."

"These individuals are disciples of Jinshan’s Qingmu, so why do they call this man ’Master’?"

Zhou Yang and his companions felt uneasy, now with additional confusion.

Not just the three of them but even Wu Feng, Xie Daoyun, and Sikong Shangshui among the disciples were perplexed—

"Master has mastered the Body Separation Technique. Are both identities our Master?"

The Body Separation Technique was rare in the mortal world.

Wu Feng, Xie Daoyun, and about ten others had followed the Body Separation of the Green Wood King Ding for over forty years, practicing the Life and Death Skill. Despite their extraordinary talents, which had elevated them to Primordial Spirit experts equivalent to Jiedan True Man in just over forty years,

their cultivation journey was still short, with limited experience.

Even many Primordial Spirit True Ones were cloudy about the Body Separation Technique, which they had usually only heard in legends and never witnessed, let alone those younger cultivators with brief cultivation spans.

Lu Qingfeng’s gaze swept over them.

Although his true form had just arrived in Jinshan, he was deeply familiar with the ten disciples.

He and his incarnation were one and the same.

He had chosen these ten disciples from the many cultivators of Life and Death Skill in the territories of Upper Sun Country. Their temperament and talent were all top-notch.

Their growth from nothing to Third Realm experts in just over forty years also spoke to the disciples’ natural gifts.

"Qingmu is also your teacher."

Lu Qingfeng said, addressing his slightly estranged and restrained disciples.

With a thought,

the incarnation of the Green Wood King Ding outside Zhu Rong Hall approached Lu Qingfeng and merged back into him, disappearing from view.

"Such sublime mastery of the Body Separation Technique!"

The disciples’ eyes widened in disbelief, unable to discern the intricacies. Zhou Yang, Ci Xin, and Su He felt a tremor in their souls, growing even more curious about Lu Qingfeng’s origins and felt unease in their hearts.

With the Body Separation technique of the Green Wood King Ding revealed by Qingluo Valley, there was no longer a need to conceal it. Lu Qingfeng used it to intimidate the three visitors.

Seeing they were subdued, Lu Qingfeng continued, "I am Dutian, once known in the Biyang Lake Territory as ’Changqingzi,’ and hold enmity with Qingluo Valley. The Qingmu of Jinshan is my incarnation, stationed in the East Sea’s Jinshan. I have long heard of the esteemed names of the three Daoists."

This was true.

Demons roamed the East Sea, and Primordial Spirit experts, not overly numerous or too few, were all considered living legends with various means and reputations spreading across the East Sea.

New to the region, Lu Qingfeng had earlier put in great effort to inquire about them.

Zhou Yang, Ci Xin, and Su He were closest to Jinshan, thus his information on them was most precise.

"So it’s Dutian Daoist!"

"Daoist friend is too kind. We are merely known on a few islands in the humble East Sea, not worthy of your praise," Zhou Yang said with a façade of roughness but was truly flattering.

Having seen Lu Qingfeng subdue two Soul Emergence experts outside Jinshan, even the impulsive and heart-eating ’Cross-refining Vajra’ Zhou Yang was inwardly wary.

Though Ci Xin and Su He remained silent, their brows twitched—

"Enmity with Qingluo Valley?!"

Despite its distance in the realm between Three Mountains and Nine Waters, far from the East Sea, who among the Primordial Spirit Great Cultivators in the world did not know of it? Not to mention the formidable Immortal Sect like Qingluo Valley.

This ’Dutian Daoist’ before them was at odds with Qingluo Valley, which explained the appearance of Huo Shanzi and Feng Hanzi, two Primordial Spirit Practitioners from Qingluo Valley.

But one thing was uncertain—

How would these enmities be settled after initiating them and then subduing the two Primordial Spirit experts from Qingluo Valley?

Ci Xin and Su He each made their calculations but shared one thought—

"Could this Dutian Demon Path Daoist be intending to drag us into the fray, to stand against Qingluo Valley together?"

The thought arose,

heavy tingeing their hearts.

"The three of us share an instant camaraderie with esteemed Daoist friends. It would be fitting for you to stay longer in Jinshan to deepen our bonds," Lu Qingfeng said to the three.

"That is only right, only right," Zhou Yang agreed with a forced smile.

"As expected."

Both Ci Xin and Su He murmured in unison, their expressions growing serious.

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