Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 209 Today's heroes are only the Ghost King and Fan Er.
"What do you mean?"

The Ghost King spoke slowly and deliberately:
"And on what basis do you believe we have a basis for cooperation?"

Zhuang Bu Ran said nonchalantly:
"For example, if you want to destroy Tianyin Temple, and I also want to wipe out every last member of Tianyin Temple, wouldn't that create a basis for cooperation?"

The Ghost King frowned deeply:

"Are you serious?"

"Since you don't believe me, then let's try another one," the young man in yellow said slowly.

"At first glance, the Ghost King Sect Master is an ambitious and unparalleled hero. He must want to achieve far greater things than the Black Heart Demon Lord of eight hundred years ago, such as unifying the Demonic Sect or even destroying all the major righteous sects."

"If I'm not mistaken, one of our high-ranking traitors has already colluded with the four major factions of your Demonic Sect."

"You can lure the best fighters from the other three major factions of the Demonic Sect to attack the Qingyun Sect."

"In this way, you will no longer be an obstacle in the Demonic Sect, and I will be able to eliminate traitors and carry out the work of slaying demons and monsters. It can be said that it is mutually beneficial."

The Ghost King seemed to be deep in thought, and said with certainty:
"You discovered the spy, yet you've been hiding your strength. Could it be that you intend to take advantage of the internal strife at Qingyun Sect to turn the tide, save the collapsing empire, and seize the position of Qingyun Sect Leader?"

The more he talked, the more convinced he became that he had guessed correctly, and he continued:

"So, your intention to contact my daughter at Kongsang Mountain was to lure me into coming to you."

"You just now had the intention to eliminate Tianyin Temple, which means that you feel that you cannot allow others to snore beside your bed. Although the land of China is vast, the Qingyun Sect is enough to uphold the righteous path of humanity."

The boy in the yellow shirt clapped happily:

"Well said. No wonder you were able to develop the small Ghost King Sect into a force comparable to the other three major factions of the Demonic Sect all by yourself. You even figured out my thoughts in one go."

He paused and said:

"I must say that the only heroes in the world today are the Ghost King and Fan Er."

"Hmph, at such a young age, it's one thing to be exceptionally talented, but to be so cunning and scheming, thinking what others dare not think and doing what others dare not do."

After the Ghost King finished speaking, the boy in yellow smiled and said:

“Pu Hong of Tianyin Temple, a skeleton in a tomb, I will capture and kill him sooner or later. Yun Yilan of Fenxiang Valley, a guard dog, is not worth mentioning. Dao Xuan Zhenren of our sect, borrowing the power of Zhuxian, is outwardly strong but inwardly weak, a fox borrowing the tiger’s power.”

"The Poison God of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, Yu Yangzi of the Longevity Hall, and the Three Wonderful Fairies of the Joyful Union Sect are all mediocre and worthless villains with empty reputations."

He stood with his hands behind his back:

"In the past, there were no heroes in the world, which allowed scoundrels to become famous. But now I have emerged, and the title of Master of the Rainbow Sword shall shake the world. It can be said that the sea has no bounds and the sky is the shore, and I am the peak of the mountain."

"From now on, the righteous and the demonic paths, if they are dragons, they must coil up; if they are tigers, they must lie down. They must treat me as a revered god, and have no choice but to show respect, nor dare to be disrespectful."

The Ghost King glanced at the fiery chains that he could not break free of and said calmly:

“You certainly have the right to be arrogant and domineering. If I had such skill at your age, I would probably be a thousand times more arrogant and domineering. I wouldn’t have tolerated it until now and would have long since started to follow the principle of ‘those who obey me prosper, and those who oppose me perish.’”

The young man in yellow smiled without saying a word, then suddenly raised his hand and aimed it at the Ghost King's brow. The eerie blue light emanating from his palm immediately captivated the Ghost King's mind.

"Afterwards, I will help you weaken the strength of the three major factions of the Demonic Sect, so that you can unify the Demonic Sect without much effort."

Zhuang Buran said slowly:

"Then it's only natural for me to accept some compensation."

After seven or eight breaths, the Ghost King regained his senses, his face extremely sinister:
"You even have the evil magic of reading people's memories."

"With a living, breathing book right before my eyes, it's hard not to want to look at it," the young man in yellow said leisurely.

"Alright, I hope we can cooperate well in the future, and then meet at the top of our respective peaks to discuss who is the true hero of the world!" After saying that, the Ghost King was blasted away by a powerful force, and the fiery space disappeared in an instant, while the yellow-robed youth had already boarded a sedan chair and headed deep into the East Sea.

"father!"

"metropolitan!"

Biyao and the Ghost King Sect subordinates shouted immediately.

"No problem."

The Ghost King shook his head, gazing intently at a phantom image above the East Sea.

“Zhang Xiaofan is clearly a disciple of Qingyun Sect, yet he was able to set up the Eight Fiends Profound Fire Formation of Fenxiang Valley.”

A pale-faced scholar in the crowd frowned deeply.
"Moreover, his cultivation level is unfathomable. He doesn't seem like a young man who has only been cultivating for a few years. Could he be a Qingyun Sect disciple impersonated by an elder from the Burning Incense Valley?"

The Ghost King's eyes were deep and profound.

"Qinglong, not only do you find it hard to believe, but I still don't want to believe it. It turns out that there really are such extraordinary geniuses in this world."

"I have long heard of Qingye Zhenren, the patriarch of Qingyun's restoration. Now we may have encountered an even more monstrous genius than Qingye."

He changed the subject:
"The Qingyun Sect has the Zhuxian Sword Formation, and our Ghost King Sect also has the Four Spirits Blood Formation. As long as we obtain the four ancient divine beasts—the Yellow Bird, the Kui Niu, the Taotie, and the Zhulong—no matter how monstrous Zhang Xiaofan is, he will not be able to hinder the great cause of our Ghost King Sect."

Seeing that her father was not seriously injured, Biyao walked to the side and looked towards the east of the East Sea. Now she knew that the reason why he had been so calm and composed was because of his unparalleled power and cultivation, which was why he had acted so nonchalantly in the Dripping Blood Cave.

As she thought of this, a complex emotion, difficult to describe, surfaced in her clear eyes.

Two days later.

Donghai Liubo Mountain is located 7,000 li into the sea, which is the easternmost point of the world. Beyond that lies the vast ocean, which has no boundaries.

Liubo Mountain was majestic and precipitous, covering a vast area. However, at this time, various dazzling magical treasures were colliding from time to time on different parts of the mountain.

However, the Demonic Sect had been keeping a low profile all these years, and suddenly it reappeared. Not only did some old demons who had been hiding for many years re-emerge, but many young demonic figures with considerable skills also emerged.

In just a few days, they wiped out dozens of cultivation sects, and then brazenly gathered at Liubo Mountain in the East Sea.

Major sects, led by Qingyun Sect, Tianyin Temple, and Fenxiang Valley, dispatched their elders and elite disciples to eliminate the evil people and bring blessings to all living beings.

On a small hilltop.

A tall, thin old man with a ferocious face, a skull gleaming with a dark red light hanging from his head, roared at the group of righteous people in the distance:

"Which brat killed my disciple in the Ten Thousand Bats Cave of Kongsang Mountain, yet dares to do it but not admit it?"

At this moment, eight masked men dressed in gray and yellow robes carried the sedan chair.

"The world is vast and full of wonders. There are even monsters like you with such a bizarre and terrifying appearance."

A faint laugh came from inside the sedan chair:
"Looking like that, you actually have the courage to live, and even dare to come out and meet people. If I were you, I would probably have killed myself long ago."

"You cowardly brat, who are you?" the tall, thin old man sneered.

"Zhang Xiaofan, the seventh disciple of Tian Buyi, the head of the Great Bamboo Peak of the Qingyun Sect."

A calm and unhurried voice drifted around:

“I set fire to the Ten Thousand Bats Cave and killed several demons. If your disciple was inside, he would probably be reduced to ashes as well. He died a worthy death.”

"Since you old devil miss your disciple so much, how about I send you to the underworld?"

(End of this chapter)