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Chapter 235 Power Settles, Old Rules Break, Springs Gush from the Abyss, Riding the Yellow Cry [Two-in-One]

The first one to appear was naturally Jiu Yao.

The sound came from behind them.

Following the sound, they saw Feng Bohan leading dozens of Hufeng clansmen, following behind Jiu Yao as they slowly entered the barrier.

These people had blank stares and were surrounded by black mist, making them appear somewhat ethereal and unreal, clearly in a ghostly state.

Leading the group was Feng Bohan, dressed in a majestic black and gold robe, while his divine horse Jiliang stood behind him, looking even more spirited.

However, their eyes also held an unyielding sadness and anger.

"Feng Bohan? Ji Liang?"

Feng Mingyang saw them nod slightly and noticed the soul state of those clansmen, instantly realizing that this was Tang Hao's doing.

Just as he was about to say something, Jiu Yao had already walked up to him and took the lead in reporting the outcome of the battle to Tang Hao.

Yin Yuan took the initiative to report: "Reporting to the lord, the out-of-control and resisting enemies in the city have been basically eliminated."

"121 out-of-control infected individuals were killed or captured, and 378 suspected moderate parasites were identified."

"Of the remaining seven Nascent Soul cultivators who were parasitized, three self-destructed during the pursuit, four resisted stubbornly, two were seriously injured and captured, and the other two were killed by their subordinates."

"Well done!" Tang Hao nodded in praise, not surprised by Jiu Yao's efficiency.

Hearing this data, Feng Mingyang felt very uncomfortable.

After this calamity, the Hufeng clan was severely weakened. Not to mention maintaining its status as one of the eight major clans, it's hard to say whether it will be devoured by other small and medium-sized clans.

The glimmer of ambition that had just risen was almost extinguished in an instant.

Noticing the change in Feng Mingyang's emotions, Tang Hao quickly gave Feng Bohan a wink and simultaneously issued some instructions in his mind.

"Senior Feng, please listen to the voice of your people. We are all willing to support you as the new leader of the clan!" Feng Bohan hurriedly stepped forward to express his support.

Upon hearing these words, Feng Mingyang's expression did not improve.

Even with Ji Liang by his side, Feng Bohan is still just one person. Even if you include the ghosts of his clansmen behind him, how much popular support does he have?
“It’s not just me!” Feng Bohan walked up to Feng Mingyang.

He bowed deeply and said solemnly, "Senior Feng! Elders! Look carefully!"

As he finished speaking, he waved the scepter that he had somehow acquired.

"Buzz!"

The entrance to the Holy Spring barrier was completely opened, and the Windcallers gathered in droves, including those who had been transformed into Nightmare Servants.

at the same time.

The black and gold Nightmare Kingdom passage suddenly expanded, as if a gate to the underworld had been opened.

Countless untransformed spirits of the Windcaller clan emerged from it, like countless stars.

They included the old and the young, men and women, all carrying the bewilderment of surviving a catastrophe and the fear of the present situation, numbering in the thousands.

Looking at their shattered homes, the devastation of the sacred spring, the weakened Feng siblings, and the many elders like themselves... they all broke down in tears or uttered angry curses.

Feng Mingyang's pupils trembled violently, not only because so many of his clansmen had survived, but also because those who had died could actually return in this way.

His weak body trembled slightly from the emotional turmoil, his vision was somewhat blurred, and he wanted to say something but was momentarily speechless. Fortunately, another voice rang out in time.

"You all perished in the 'Flaying Disaster,' but were guided by Young Master Tang to temporarily reside in the Nightmare Kingdom!"

Feng Bohan's voice resounded throughout the barrier, filled with boundless sorrow.

"Your own flesh and blood, your fellow countrymen, are all here. We have witnessed it with our own eyes. The decision of the clan elders was wrong. The clan chief was even parasitized by an evil creature, letting the wolf into the house and bringing disaster to the whole clan!"

He and some elders even willingly became henchmen of demons, harming their own kind and nurturing the demons. He personally severed the foundation of the Windcaller Clan!

Today, we, the remnants of our souls, and the surviving members of our clan present here, are the most impartial witnesses to Lord Feng Mingyang's succession to the position of clan leader!
This is also a testament to the demand for severe punishment of traitors and henchmen of evil!

As he spoke, Feng Bohan respectfully presented the scepter, which represented the identity of the Hufeng Clan Chief, with both hands.

As Feng Mingyang received the scepter with trembling hands, the image of his father holding the scepter flashed through his mind.

Hearing Feng Bohan's last words and witnessing the power shift, I was deeply moved.

Tang Hao's heart skipped a beat. The atmosphere had been built up to this point, so why not stage a trial for the former king?
Thinking this, he reached out and grabbed at the empty space above.

Two powerful yet eerily ghostly Nascent Soul spirits suddenly descended as he moved.

The two looked around blankly and saw countless familiar and unfamiliar figures staring at them with sorrow, anger and resentment.

They were horrified and wanted to leave, but found themselves bound by black and gold chains, unable to exert any strength, and even unable to open their mouths to speak.

Upon seeing the two Nascent Soul cultivators appear, Feng Bohan was startled, but then he received instructions from his master, which immediately put his mind at ease.

He stepped forward and suddenly pointed at the Nascent Soul ghost on his left.

"You! Raise your head and tell everyone how you, as the first person to be possessed by the demon, colluded with the former clan chief to lure all the elders and clan elders to the sacred spring, where they were provided for the demon to possess?"

The nascent soul uncontrollably raised its head, revealing a face that many people were extremely familiar with—the captain of the Holy Spring Guard.

The captain of the Holy Spring Guard found himself able to speak. He had originally intended to never speak, and he could not bear to suffer such humiliation.

But as soon as the thought came to him, he was horrified to discover that his mouth seemed to have become a spirit, recounting his own experiences in detail.

How did they discover the spatial rift? How were they ambushed and parasitized by the "Skin Thief" during their exploration? How did they resort to such desperate measures to survive?

Even some details he hadn't noticed were revealed by his own words at this moment.

Feng Bohan was secretly amazed by his master's abilities, and after the guard captain finished speaking, he pointed to another Nascent Soul ghost.

He demanded sharply, "And you? Come, tell the people, as the Great Elder, why did you collude with the former Chieftain to sacrifice people in exchange for power?"

The Grand Elder had been keeping a close eye on the condition of the Holy Spring Guard Captain.

Knowing that even if they didn't want to, they would eventually be controlled by that great power and involuntarily reveal the truth.

They simply didn't resist, obediently explaining how they, the clan leader, and several core elders were lured and parasitized by the first individual of the Skin Thief, and how they didn't think of a solution when the anomaly was discovered at the Holy Spring.

Instead, their despicable acts of secretly capturing their own people and using them to "support" the main body, attempting to seek "symbiosis" or "sacrifice" in order to preserve themselves, were all revealed.

Tang Hao couldn't help but glance at Feng Bohan.

He had always felt that this guy's accusations against the old patriarch were somewhat mixed with personal grudges.

Today, I used the experience of the Holy Spring Guard Captain as bait, but unexpectedly, the Grand Elder indirectly confirmed that Feng Bohan's accusations were not entirely wrong.

This is far more sensational than the charge of dereliction of duty that I originally planned to bring up!
'Should we say that no one knows a father better than his son?' he couldn't help but sigh to himself.

As Tang Hao was filled with emotion, these events, one by one, were passed down by word of mouth among thousands of ghosts, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present and covering the entire Hufeng City.

"traitor!"

"demon!"

"May they die a horrible death!" The cries of grief and rage surged like a tide, washing over the souls of every surviving member of the Windcaller Clan.

Feng Mingyang clenched his fists, his eyes burning with anger and sorrow.

Bai Jue closed his eyes to heal his wounds, his delicate brows slightly furrowed, while Yan Yumian pursed her red lips tightly.

They were all shocked to discover that behind what they had initially thought was an invasion by evil spirits from the outside world lay such an ugly truth.

Tang Hao watched all of this with a cold eye; this was exactly the kind of media storm he needed.

Soon, a group of gaunt elders of the Hufeng clan, most of whom were at the Core Formation stage, cautiously entered the barrier, led by an old man with a sorrowful yet stubborn expression.

They were "escorted" here by the Nightmare Legion.

Looking at the Nightmare Army, the bound Nascent Soul Elders, and feeling the gazes of countless clan souls, their faces turned ashen, and most of them collapsed to their knees.

“Feng… Nephew Feng…”

The most stubborn old man looked at Feng Mingyang, his lips trembling: "The position of clan leader... I... I have nothing to say!"

"But, please, Chief Feng... for the sake of our shared bloodline... spare... the deceived disciples!" The old man pleaded, his forehead heavily touching the ground.

Feng Mingyang endured the pain and straightened his back.

The voice was not loud but exceptionally clear: "Foolishness may deceive for a time, but aiding and abetting evil is a crime for which one cannot escape punishment! All participants must be thoroughly investigated and severely punished! The Wind Clan must be rebuilt, and the rotten wood must be eradicated!"

At this moment, his authority finally manifested as that of a clan leader, and the elders fell silent, bowing their heads.

Even the most stubborn old man sighed deeply, lowered his head, and said nothing more.

Seeing this, Feng Mingyang nodded in satisfaction, his gaze sweeping over the surviving members of the Hufeng tribe.

I couldn't help but sigh; the situation seemed more serious than I had anticipated.

'Perhaps we should unite all members of the Wind-Swept lineage and call all those living abroad back to their ancestral lands. However, if things become unbearable, we must evacuate in time.'

He also didn't know how many powerful members of the clan who were outside the clan would be willing to support him as the new clan leader, given the loss of so many core elders and clan elders.

He unconsciously gripped the scepter in his hand. Just as the reality was making him feel uneasy, a voice reached his ears.

"To celebrate your regaining of the power of command, senior, I have a gift to present later!"

It was Tang Hao's voice. Feng Mingyang's expression shifted, and his gaze swept over the clan souls in front of the black and gold rift without leaving a trace, before looking at the Nightmare Servants outside the barrier.

A glint of anticipation flashed in his eyes: 'If that's the case, the ancestral land can recover a considerable amount of its strength.'

Feng Mingyang turned his head slightly and nodded gratefully to Tang Hao.

After responding with a smile, Tang Hao's gaze fell on the two figures not far in front of him, the backs of whom were being pointed at by thousands.

'My idea shouldn't be too problematic. The Nightmare Realm really can't accommodate any more Nascent Soul spirits, but... as long as they're kept out, isn't that enough?'

Bringing these two people here is partly to create public opinion for the occasion, and partly to make a new attempt.

Adding twenty-three more satellites to the Nightmare Kingdom—oh, no, it's twenty-eight now—would be more useful for producing extra Nascent Soul-level Nightmare Attendants for field missions.

As for the Souls of the Wind Clan at the Core Formation, Foundation Establishment, and even Qi Refining stages, he didn't intend to keep them in the Nightmare Kingdom, but rather to leave them all behind.

It wasn't that Tang Hao was particularly generous, but rather that he clearly sensed it.

After this great battle, and with the support of Chief Hufeng, the Nightmare Spirits are about to experience a major power surge.

In the future, Nightmare Spirit Soldiers with Core Formation cultivation will be the main combat units in the Nightmare Legion.

Just as Feng Mingyang confirmed his identity.

Yan Yumin, who had been taking care of Bai Jue and Feng Mingyue, suddenly noticed that something was wrong with Feng Mingyue.

Even though Tang Hao had already eliminated the parasite, there seemed to be some kind of force rapidly consuming her life force, like lamp oil quickly running out.

"Tang Hao, Feng Mingyang, come here quickly! Feng Mingyue's life force is rapidly draining away!" Yan Yumin shouted anxiously.

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately turned around to check on him.

Feng Mingyang reacted even faster. Upon hearing the call, he disregarded his injuries and instantly rushed to Feng Mingyue's side.

He probed with his divine sense, and after a careful examination, his brows immediately furrowed.

"It's because of Mingyue's innate divine power. She had already consumed a lot of power during the sealing process, and the amber was forcibly broken open by the [Skin Thief], which extracted a lot of its essence... Her life force is almost exhausted!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao immediately remembered that the other party had indeed mentioned relevant taboos in the underground secret room of the Rongguo Duke's Mansion in Shengjing.

"Only by sending her back to the core of the Holy Spring and soaking her in the Primordial Holy Water will there be a glimmer of hope for her!" Feng Mingyang's expression changed drastically.

He looked towards the sacred spring, and the sight before him filled him with despair: "But now... the sacred spring is gone..."

"The core? And the [Primordial Holy Water]?" Tang Hao immediately grasped the key information and hurriedly asked, "Where is it?"

Feng Mingyang pointed to the center of the pool. Through the murky water of the sacred spring, one could vaguely see an ancient altar at the bottom of the pool, which was already dilapidated and collapsed, but whose structure was still intact.

"The altar is where the [Primordial Holy Water] was deposited. Perhaps... there are still remnants of the [Primordial Holy Water] that remain uncontaminated inside the altar ruins..."

He looked at Tang Hao, somewhat hesitant to speak, yet forced to plead, "The sacred spring is so polluted; anyone else who goes down there will surely perish. Perhaps only Fellow Daoist Tang..."

Tang Hao's eyes flashed, and he said without hesitation, "I'll take her!"

"No!"

The stubborn elder jumped up almost reflexively.

Despite his fear, a deep-seated conviction that "the sacred site must not be defiled" overwhelmed his dread.

"Anyone who is not of royal blood from the Windcaller Clan is committing blasphemy by entering the core of the Holy Spring, and will disturb the Holy Spirit! This place has just experienced a catastrophe; how can we allow outsiders to defile it again..."

"absurd!"

Feng Bohan angrily rebuked, "Master, Young Master Tang saved my entire clan. If it weren't for his help, not only would the Holy Spring be gone, but even Hufeng City would have been turned into a dead zone. You old fogies are still clinging to these absurd rules?!"

The stubborn elder's face turned red, his neck stiff: "This is... an ancestral precept... the holy water can only be drawn from the king's blood..."

"Last words?" An aged, ghostly elder floated forward.

Pointing his finger at the old stubborn man, he yelled, "You still have the nerve to mention the last instructions! If it weren't for your indulgence and protection back then, would the former clan chief have been allowed to commit such a heinous crime as seizing power and usurping the throne? Do you know how many clansmen were killed because of this?"

"Young Master Tang is doing this to save the Holy Maiden, to save the bloodline of Chenghuang, and to continue the future of my Hufeng Clan! Which is more important?!" Elder Youhun questioned repeatedly.

Countless ghosts roared in anger, joining the crowd.

"Let him go!"

"Save the Holy Maiden!"

Feng Mingyang, his eyes filled with malice, said fiercely, "As the new clan leader, I order you to get out of the way!"

(End of this chapter)