Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 496 Bloodshed
Qingtang.

This sea is located at the junction of the two northeastern seas and is surrounded by coral atolls, where the waters are calm.

To the west lies the Penglai Wonderland, and to the east lies the vast outer sea. However, this region is close to the territory of the Dragon Realm, so most cultivators are unwilling to come here, and the Purple Mansion does not establish a Daoist temple here.

On the central White Cloud Island, the earth was shrouded in mist, spiritual herbs were abundant, a gentle breeze blew, and white clouds drifted by. It was originally a beautiful scene, but now it was filled with countless corpses, rivers of blood, and shouts of killing.

Nearly a hundred demonic cultivators dressed in black rampaged across the island, burning, killing, looting, and devouring flesh and blood. Regardless of age or gender, all died tragically at the hands of these demonic cultivators, their cries of agony shaking the heavens.

The prominent family on the island is surnamed Ye. They migrated from the mainland and are said to have a trace of the blood of the Great Qi Emperor, but their family's heritage has long been exhausted.

This family, which relied solely on offering precious medicines to several nearby demon kings for survival, was living a peaceful life until now, when they suffered a bloody disaster.

Within the grand array where black and red light flowed, a green wood mansion stood tall. Inside the main hall, a couple was hiding, protecting a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old behind them.

"Madam, I'm afraid we can't hold out any longer."

The middle-aged man in a lapis lazuli robe spoke first, looking at the woman beside him. She was none other than Ye Yunfeng, the current head of the Baiyun Ye Clan.

This man possessed an extraordinary bearing, with tiger-like eyes and a long beard, and wore a blue-gold armor.

He cultivated the Jia Wood element and achieved the Immortal Foundation [Lingyun Wood], reaching the mid-stage realm. He was considered the number one expert in Qingtang, but he was currently severely injured.

A crimson flame burned intensely from his heart, making his face pale and causing his cultivation to collapse like a mountain collapsing and water flowing away. He exhausted his magic power just to maintain the great formation.

"Where did this demonic cultivator come from? My lord, what about Yue'er?"

The woman beside her wore a brocade dress and had an extremely beautiful face, but she was filled with grief. In her arms she held a severed hand that looked like that of a child, with a clean cut, as if it had been chopped off.

She was also at the Foundation Establishment stage, barely at the early stage, but her cultivation path was the Water Transformation Path, the most common one being the [Compassionate Heart Bottle], and she was doing her best to heal the man beside her.

As for the last young man, his face was as smooth as jade, his eyes as black as lacquer, and he wore a maroon robe. His cultivation had already reached the Qi Refining stage, making him a prodigy at his age.

A translucent, jade-like, and extremely mysterious diamond-shaped white scale grew on his neck, giving him a unique aura.

The young man's aura was clearly that of the Wood element. At this moment, he did not show any panic due to the turmoil in the outside world, nor did he show any grief over the tragic death of his blood relatives. He simply stood silently in place.

"Yanzhen, your little sister is dead! Your little sister is dead!"

The woman gripped the sleeve of the young man beside her tightly, the severed hand in her arms dripping blood, staining her chest red.

"Mother, I know."

He replied in a deep voice, but there was no trace of sorrow in his voice, which instantly enraged Ye Yunfeng, who, disregarding his injuries, shouted:

"Your mother couldn't care less about your younger sister because she was trying to save you. Doesn't that break your heart?"

“I have spiritual roots, but my little sister does not; naturally, she should save me.”

He was met with a slap that left half of the boy's face bleeding profusely, but he remained unmoved and stubbornly raised his head.

The woman beside her rushed forward to protect her child and tenderly tended to his wounds, momentarily forgetting about her husband, which made the Ye clan leader's face grow even more gloomy.

"You slut! You bastard!"

His words were like thunderclaps in spring, and he cursed fiercely, causing the woman beside him to change her expression and glare back.

"He was so happy when he called you 'Dad,' but now he's turned on you!"

Ye Yunfeng laughed in anger, his long beard trembling, and the fire in his heart burned even more fiercely.

"You think I'm stupid? You know perfectly well what Guangyu Longzi summoned you to the palace for!"

His knuckles turned white from gripping his fists so tightly, and he said in a resentful voice:

"You carried this bastard child for decades. Does he have even a drop of my blood in him? Yue'er is my bloodline, and you actually abandoned her! You—"

"Was it me who wanted to go? Wasn't it you who, with a beaming smile and groveling, sent me onto that dragon's carriage?"

The woman spoke with deep resentment, glaring angrily at her husband. Meanwhile, the Guangmu Array outside the mansion began to shake violently, its light gradually dimming, and bursts of unrestrained laughter echoed from outside.

Ye Yunfeng sighed deeply, drew his longsword wreathed in purple lightning from his waist, looked at his wife and children, and said urgently:

"Commit suicide immediately, or you'll suffer a fate worse than death if you fall into the hands of these demonic cultivators!"

The woman beside her hesitated. Even though the stench of blood was overwhelming, she was unwilling to give up her life so easily and remained indecisive.

"you!"

Ye Yunfeng stepped forward, sword pointed at his wife and children, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to do it. Just as he hesitated, the outer array collapsed with a deafening roar, and countless blood-red flames spread out, burning down the mansion. Gusts of demonic wind swept in, and the newcomer was none other than an old man in blood-red robes, with an eerie face and flesh glowing with an abnormal red light. He held a longsword with gluttonous demonic patterns in his hand, and his aura was terrifying; he had already reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage!
Behind him followed dozens of demonic cultivators, each carrying heads and limbs. Their cultivation levels varied, with the lowest being Qi Refining, and there were even two early Foundation Establishment cultivators standing guard beside them.

"Qingtang, a fine place. Your clan has good bloodline, and it has a unique flavor when used."

The old man in blood-stained clothes at the head of the group smiled broadly, his eyes like those of a venomous snake. He first looked at the beautiful woman, revealing deep greed.

"Devil!"

Ye Yunfeng stepped forward. Even though he had previously cursed his wife and children so fiercely, he still stepped forward to protect the people behind him.

He roared, and the wood energy around him dissipated, transforming into dark branches wreathed in lightning. He then unleashed his family's [Purple Lightning Sky Sword Technique], and a burst of purple lightning suddenly rose from the sword in his hand.

But the old man simply slashed with his knife, and a thin line of blood light drifted out and landed on the head of the family.

Countless demonic obstacles, mixed with resentment and bloodlust, rose up and easily cleaved the opponent's body, splitting it cleanly from the center of their brow.

The opponent perished on the spot, transforming into a towering aura of mysterious wood, surrounded by lightning, which dissipated in an instant, while the old man's long sword remained unstained by blood.

"Lang Jun!"

The woman beside her cried out in anguish, though it was unclear how genuine her grief was. At that moment, she seemed to have suddenly realized her mistake, and hurriedly took out a jade knife, intending to kill her own child first, and then commit suicide.

A demonic wind howled, and the old man in blood-red robes arrived before the woman with the speed of lightning, firmly gripping her. Blood energy spread, causing the woman to cry out in agony as she was instantly placed under a restriction.

"No need to struggle anymore. I am the [Heavenly Blood Demon King], and since I cultivated this [Gluttonous Kin], no one has been able to escape my grasp!"

A cheer erupted from behind, with everyone shouting "Great King!" The old man licked his lips; even with his extensive experience, he had never seen such a beautiful woman before him.

He glanced at the man beside him and saw a young man of equally handsome appearance. He was overjoyed and was about to turn around and tell his men to leave so that he could enjoy himself properly.

But when he turned around, he had a look on his face as if he had seen a ghost.

The once arrogant and domineering group of demonic cultivators had vanished, as if they had evaporated on the spot, leaving only pools of blood scattered on the ground, while thunder rumbled from outside the mansion.

Silver lightning spread out, and an aura of calamity and punishment permeated the air, causing him to tremble all over and his immortal foundation to shrink to its extreme.

"She Lei."

His teeth chattered and his face was pale, but the void beside him suddenly opened, and a young man in a black robe walked out slowly. He was handsome and majestic, with a black mace with flowing lightning hanging at his waist.

"Demon King?"

The young man seemed lost in thought, speaking in a leisurely tone, and looked over with his pair of silver eyes.

The old cultivator, who was originally brimming with demonic energy and dominating the area, was instantly turned into a pool of blood. With his peak Foundation Establishment cultivation, he couldn't even withstand it for a moment.

The silver flames roared, completely incinerating the bloodlust on the island. The woman, leading her child, hurriedly knelt down, half in fear and half in respect, and whispered:

"Meet the real person."

She trembled as she raised her head, only to see the young man in the black robe looking at her with a carefree smile, revealing sharp, white teeth that resembled those of a demon, which instantly chilled her to the bone.

"You have consumed blood and qi."

The woman was startled by the other person's sudden remark. She didn't understand what he meant. Overseas cultivators were rarely untouched by bloodshed; their elixirs often contained traces of blood to enhance their efficacy. This was—

Before she could understand what the other person meant, her beautiful and charming head broke off from her neck and fell to the ground as a headless corpse.

The boy behind him watched all this, seemingly in a daze, without uttering a word, his face showing no fear or sorrow, the white scales on his neck shimmering.

"Dragon blood?"

A slight smile appeared on the lips of the young man in black robes. After using his supernatural powers to examine the boy and finding him to be innocent, he spared his life and casually asked:
"what's your name?"

"Ye Yanzhen".

The boy picked up his mother's head, held it in his arms, his face smeared with blood, and whispered a reply.

He looked up and saw silver lightning leaping, the void shattering, and the person from the Purple Mansion was nowhere to be seen. Everything seemed unreal, like a dream, giving him a sense of disorientation.

The demonic cultivator seemed to have descended from the sky, instantly slaughtering everyone on the island. The one from the Purple Mansion was no benevolent being either, and he exuded a sinister demonic aura.

Only then did the boy look at his mother's head, gently raise his hand, and close her wide-open eyes.

(End of this chapter)