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The cultivation world of the Great Jin Dynasty is undergoing a dramatic transformation.

Recently, various sects have been secretly exchanging messages frequently, with secret letters flying around like snowflakes.

Elders from more than ten first-rate sects, including the Xuantian Sword Sect, the Heavenly Demon Sect, and the Yinluo Sect, held a secret meeting to discuss a momentous event that would shake the cultivation world...

They jointly issued a "Demon Slaughter Order" to attack Su Ning, an elder of the Taiyi Sect.

"This child cultivates demonic arts and is bloodthirsty by nature. If he is not eliminated, he will surely become a great scourge!" Inside the main hall of the Xuantian Sword Sect, a white-haired elder slammed his fist on the table and stood up, his eyes flashing with sword light.

"That's right! The death of the Third Elder of the Yinluo Sect and the disappearance of my Tianmo Sect disciples are all related to this boy!" The Tianmo Sect representative echoed insincerely, but hypocritically described the killing of his own disciples as a disappearance.

"What's even more hateful is that the Taiyi Sect protects this demon and treats the rules of our Great Jin cultivation world as nothing!" Yinluo Sect Master Fang Kun gritted his teeth, his body surrounded by churning black mist.

The news swept through all the major sects like a whirlwind, eventually reaching the Taiyi Sect.

At the summit of Taiyi Peak, clouds and mist swirl around.

Old Master Bai stood with his hands behind his back on the edge of the cliff. After listening to the report from his disciples, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He turned to look at Su Ning standing behind him, a smile appearing on his lips.

"Su Ning, it seems you've offended quite a few people while you were out there training!"

Su Ning remained calm and cupped his hands, saying, "Master, you are wise! All those I have killed deserved their deaths."

Old Ancestor Bai laughed heartily and waved his sleeve: "Good! As expected of my disciple Bai Wuyai!"

The laughter stopped abruptly, and his gaze turned icy. "These clowns dare to threaten me with the 'Buster Order'! They're courting death!"

Instead of summoning Taiyi Sect cultivators to suppress him, he directly took Su Ning and rose into the air.

"Today, your master will take you on a journey to show these arrogant fools what will happen if they dare to mess with my disciple, Bai Wuyai!" Old Ancestor Bai's voice echoed through the clouds.

First stop, Xuantian Sword Sect.

As one of the leading righteous sects of the Great Jin Dynasty, the Xuantian Sword Sect boasts a majestic mountain gate with sword energy soaring into the sky.

The main peak, three thousand feet high, is like a drawn sword piercing the sky, and the mountain-protecting formation "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin" is said to be able to withstand a Nascent Soul cultivator's three-day onslaught.

When Bai Laozu and Su Ning arrived, alarm bells rang throughout the Sword Sect, and the mountain-protecting formation was instantly activated.

Thousands of sword energies crisscrossed, enveloping the entire mountain gate in a sea of ​​sword light.

"Old ghost Bai! What do you intend to do by bringing this demon to my Sword Sect?" The voice of the Xuan Tian Sword Master, like the clang of metal, came from the mountaintop.

Dressed in white, carrying a long sword, he stood atop the highest point of the Sword Pavilion, his gaze sharp as lightning.

Old Ancestor Bai stood in mid-air, his robes fluttering in the wind. Upon hearing this, he merely chuckled and said, "Xuantian brat, I have come today with only one question."

He slowly raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and then gently clenched them...

"boom!"

A muffled thunderclap seemed to resound between heaven and earth.

The terrifying cultivation of the peak Nascent Soul stage erupted, and the entire Sword Sect's grand formation shattered inch by inch as if it were made of paper!
The main peak, three thousand feet high, shook violently, countless sword pavilions and towers collapsed, and the disciples of the Sword Sect staggered about, their faces pale.

Xuan Tian Sword Master's pupils shrank sharply, and his natal flying sword "Tian Xuan" trembled violently, but he dared not draw it.

He could sense that with Bai Laozu's grasp, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a thousand miles was drained. If he were to make a rash move, he would probably be suppressed before he could even deliver a single sword strike.

“You…your cultivation level…” Xuan Tian Sword Master’s voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Old Ancestor Bai stood with his hands behind his back, his tone calm: "Fellow Daoist Xuantian, does your Sword Sect intend to become an enemy of my Taiyi Sect?"

silence.

After a long silence of ten breaths, the Xuan Tian Sword Master slowly sheathed his sword and said in a deep voice, "...The Sword Sect has no intention of antagonizing the Taiyi Sect."

Old Ancestor Bai snorted coldly: "Remember what you said today. If there's a next time..."

He swept his gaze over the thousands of Sword Sect disciples below, "Don't blame me for being ruthless and making your Sword Sect's lineage end!"

Before he finished speaking, Old Ancestor Bai flicked his sleeve and disappeared into the horizon with Su Ning.

Only after the two figures completely disappeared did Xuan Tian Sword Master breathe a sigh of relief, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

He bitterly discovered that his sword heart, which he had painstakingly cultivated for a thousand years, had cracked under the grasp of the White Ancestor.

The second stop was the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Unlike the righteous and awe-inspiring Xuantian Sword Sect, the Tianmo Sect's mountain gate was shrouded in rolling demonic energy, with its seventy-two demonic peaks piercing the sky like ferocious fangs.

The "Ten Thousand Demons Devouring Heart Formation" in front of the mountain gate exudes a suffocating pressure, and ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators who approach it will have their minds corrupted by demonic energy.

However, when Bai Laozu arrived with Su Ning, the mountain-protecting formation silently parted to create a passage, as if it were actively welcoming them.

"Hey, you old demon, come out and see me!" Old Ancestor Bai's voice wasn't loud, but it echoed like thunder between every demonic peak.

No one answered.

The entire Heavenly Demon Sect was deathly silent. Even the usually arrogant and domineering demonic cultivators cowered in their caves, not daring to utter a sound.

Old Ancestor Bai sneered and pointed with his hand.

A beam of white light shot out, instantly piercing through the three demonic peaks.

The mountain collapsed and the demonic energy dissipated, but the old demon was still nowhere to be seen.

"Tell your ancestor," Ancestor Bai said, his voice clearly reaching the ears of every disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect as he surveyed the crowd, "that Su Ning is my personal disciple, Bai Qingfeng. If he dares to make any more underhanded moves..."

He paused, his tone suddenly turning cold, "I wouldn't mind turning the Heavenly Demon Sect into a second Yin Luo Sect."

The members of the Heavenly Demon Sect remained silent, trembling with fear, and no one dared to utter a sound.

It wasn't until long after Old Ancestor Bai and Su Ning had left that an elder cautiously came out to clean up the mess.

The third stop: Yinluo Sect.

Even before getting close, one could see dark clouds looming overhead above the Yinluo Sect, exuding a sinister aura.

The Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs Grand Formation was fully activated, and countless wronged souls and vengeful ghosts wailed within it, sending chills down one's spine.

The sect leader of Yinluo Sect, Fang Kun, was already waiting in front of the mountain gate.

He was dressed in a black robe, with a sinister face and surrounded by black mist. His aura had clearly reached the half-step Nascent Soul realm!

"Ancestor Bai, I didn't expect you to personally intervene." Fang Kun's voice was hoarse, his eyes blazing with killing intent. "The enmity between my Yinluo Sect and Su Ning is irreconcilable! Even if you protect him today, I will still demand an explanation!"

Before Bai Laozu could speak, Su Ning had already taken a step forward.

The God-Slaying Spear pointed diagonally at the ground, its tip wreathed in wisps of chaotic lightning, crackling as it struck the ground.

"Fang Kun, since you're not convinced," Su Ning said calmly, "how about we settle this today? Let's fight in public and leave our fates to fate. It'll save us from acting like women, wailing and crying."

Fang Kun was taken aback at first, then burst into wild laughter: "Hahaha...Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times in a row, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, "Since you're courting death, then I won't be polite!"

Old Ancestor Bai frowned slightly and transmitted his voice to Su Ning: "Disciple, this fiend is already half a step into the Divine Transformation realm. Are you confident?"

Su Ning smiled slightly: "Master, rest assured, I just wanted to try out the new moves I've learned. They're enough to put me to the test even against Nascent Soul stage cultivators." Old Ancestor Bai nodded and stepped back a thousand feet, clearing the battlefield for the two of them.

He secretly made a hand seal and set up a restriction within a radius of a hundred miles, so that he could come to Su Ning's rescue at any time if Su Ning was in danger.

Above Yinluo Sect, dark clouds rolled and malevolent energy soared to the sky.

Without further ado, Fang Kun formed hand seals, and the black mist around him suddenly exploded, transforming into eighteen ferocious ghostly shadows...

Each one of them possessed the strength of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!
This is his "Eighteen Hell Ghost Avatars," which he has cultivated for three hundred years. He once used this technique to kill three cultivators of the same level.

"Su Ning! Today I will show you the true power of a half-step god!" Fang Kun shouted, and the eighteen ghost shadows instantly merged, transforming into a hundred-foot-tall Nine Nether Ghost King.

The Ghost King had three heads and six arms, wielding various yin weapons. His ghostly claws tore through the void, reaching straight for Su Ning's head!
Su Ning remained expressionless, and with a flick of his God-Slaying Spear, the chaotic tribulation lightning coiling around the spear suddenly surged.

He flashed forward and charged directly at the Ghost King!

"You're courting death!" Fang Kun sneered, manipulating the Ghost King's six arms to block all of Su Ning's escape routes.

Just as the ghost claw was about to touch Su Ning's body, his left eye suddenly lit up with a dazzling starlight, while his right eye flashed with lightning.

"Primordial Magnetic Divine Light, activate!"

A hazy gray halo spread out from Suning as the center.

The moment the Ghost King's arm touched the halo, it melted away as quickly as snow meeting boiling water!
"What?!" Fang Kun was shocked and quickly changed his move.

The Ghost King simultaneously formed hand seals with his remaining arms, spewing out Nine Netherworld Flames, terrifying flames capable of burning nascent souls!
Su Ning snorted coldly, and the God-Slaying Spear suddenly flew out of his hand, transforming into a thunder dragon in the air, roaring as it charged towards the Ghost King.

At the same time, he formed a hand seal and softly uttered, "The Milky Way hangs upside down!"

In an instant, the sky within a hundred miles suddenly darkened, countless illusory stars appeared, and starlight poured down like rain, each beam striking the Ghost King with precision.

"Rumble--"

Under the combined attack of the Thunder Dragon and the Starlight, the Hundred-Foot Ghost King collapsed and vanished into a sky full of black mist.

Fang Kun groaned, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and roared, "Nine Netherworlds, Yellow Springs, Ten Thousand Ghosts Devour My Heart!"

The essence and blood transformed into blood mist and merged into the great formation, instantly turning the entire world into a ghostly realm.

The ground cracked open with countless fissures, from which hordes of fierce ghosts crawled out, emitting piercing screams as they frantically pounced on Su Ning.

Each of these vengeful ghosts was equivalent to a Golden Core cultivator, and their numbers were endless. In the blink of an eye, they engulfed Su Ning in a tide of ghosts.

The old patriarch Bai, who was watching from a distance, frowned slightly, his hands already forming a magic seal, ready to make a move.

However, the next second, he stopped moving, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

At the heart of the ghost tide, a blinding purple lightning suddenly erupted!
"How dare you, mere ghosts, approach me?" Su Ning's voice came from the ghost tide, calm yet disdainful.

"boom--"

A lightning pillar with a diameter of a hundred feet shot into the sky, and all the evil spirits that came into contact with it were instantly reduced to ashes.

Amidst the lightning, Su Ning stood in mid-air, the God-Slaying Spear back in his hand, the chaotic tribulation lightning swirling around it more than ten times stronger than before!
Even more astonishingly, a phantom of a starry sky appeared behind him, with countless stars flowing within it, exuding a vast and unfathomable aura.

"This is... the Great Perfection of the Starry Sky Body Tempering Technique?" A glint flashed in Old Ancestor Bai's eyes, followed by a gratified smile. "Haha, good lad, you actually broke through without telling your master."

Fang Kun's expression changed drastically. He could feel Su Ning's aura rapidly rising, and in the blink of an eye, it was no weaker than his own half-step Nascent Soul stage!

"Impossible! You're clearly only at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm..." Fang Kun's voice trembled, and a trace of fear finally rose in his heart.

Suning didn't give him time to think.

The God-Slaying Spear swept across, and a crescent-shaped gray light ripped through the sky. Wherever it passed, the ghost realm collapsed and all ghosts were annihilated!
Fang Kun hastily summoned a pitch-black bone shield, its surface covered with hideous ghost faces. It was none other than the Yinluo Sect's most treasured artifact—the Myriad Souls Bone Shield!
This shield was forged from the skulls of ten thousand cultivators, and its defensive power is comparable to that of a spiritual treasure.

"clang--!"

The gray light struck the bone shield, producing a deafening roar.

Hundreds of ghostly faces on the shield simultaneously let out shrill screams before exploding into pieces.

Fang Kun was thrown thousands of feet away by the immense force, his arms went numb, and he was horrified.

Before he could regain his footing, Su Ning had already attacked him like a shadow.

The God-Slaying Spear thrust straight in, a point of gray light gathering at its tip. It seemed slow, but in reality, it was as fast as lightning!
Fang Kun roared, unleashing the power of a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator within him. At the same time, he bit his tongue and spat out his essence blood again, unleashing the Yin Luo Sect's forbidden technique, "Blood Sacrifice to All Living Beings"!
His aura surged instantly, almost touching the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage!

"Su Ning! Die!" Fang Kun transformed into a bloody shadow, his speed increasing tenfold, his ghostly claws aimed straight for Su Ning's heart!

This strike contained his entire life's cultivation; even a true Nascent Soul cultivator wouldn't dare to take it head-on!
however……

"Too slow." Su Ning's eyes sparkled, as if she could predict Fang Kun's movements. She slightly turned her body and avoided the fatal blow.

At the same time, the God-Slaying Spear was released from his hand, turning into a gray light, striking first despite being behind!

"Pfft!"

The spear tip pierced Fang Kun's chest, carrying his body as it plummeted like a meteor, finally pinning the Yinluo Sect Master to his own mountain gate with a "bang"!

"Sect Master!" the elders of the Yinluo Sect cried out in terror, but none of them dared to step forward.

Old Ancestor Bai stood there, and a single glance from him made them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Fang Kun coughed up blood incessantly, his eyes filled with resentment and fear.

He... lost!
Such a complete defeat!

The opponent is clearly only at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, so why does he have such terrifying strength?

Su Ning slowly walked up to Fang Kun, reached out and grasped the God-Slaying Spear, but did not finish him off immediately. Instead, he said calmly:
"Fang Kun, I won't kill you."

"Because you are no longer worthy to be my opponent."

"From now on, I... will be your inner demon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Ning put away his gun, turned around, and drifted away with Old Ancestor Bai.

Fang Kun collapsed to the ground, his eyes glazed over.

He could feel his Dao heart crumbling.

That shot not only severely damaged his physical body, but also left an unhealable rift in his Dao heart.

He knew he could never defeat Suning in his lifetime.

This battle not only damaged his cultivation, but also his Dao heart!

In the distance, amidst the clouds, Old Ancestor Bai looked at his disciple with satisfaction: "Not bad! More decisive and efficient than I imagined."

Su Ning put away the God-Slaying Spear and said respectfully, "Thank you for your kindness, Master."

Old Ancestor Bai laughed and patted Su Ning on the shoulder: "Haha, good! As expected of my personal disciple, Bai Qingfeng."

The figures of the master and disciple gradually disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds, leaving only the Yinluo Sect in complete silence, and Fang Kun, whose Dao heart had collapsed, sat blankly in the pool of blood, his eyes devoid of any spirit.

...(End of chapter)