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Chapter 757 A Carefully Planned Assassination of Mo Wentian (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
"Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures."

"With Mo Wentian's death, the internal strife within the 'Heavenly Demon Sect' intensifies, leaving it powerless to invade the South Sea for at least a century."

Li Yunjing interrupted him, his gaze sharp as lightning: "This is a method that solves the problem once and for all!"

He tapped his fingertip, and a map of the South China Sea appeared on the table: "On the night of the full moon four days later, Mo Wentian will lead his confidants to 'Soul-Severing Reef' to seize the so-called 'Soul-Devouring Cauldron'."

Upon hearing Li Yunjing's explanation, the group of elders were struck by a thought; the explanation seemed to make a lot of sense.

If one were to actually kill a young master of the "Heavenly Demon Sect," that would be a great act of merit.

This is a good thing!

Seeing that no one had any objections, Li Yunjing breathed a sigh of relief.

With so many elders, if there were many people who opposed it, let alone a vice sect leader, even the sect leader would have to put some decisions on hold.

The Shenxiao Dao Sect is not a one-man show!
The Supreme Elders Council is not just for show!
When something big happens, everyone still needs to get together to discuss it.

As for who has more decision-making power?
That's still the supreme leader!
Many senior elders are unwilling to get too involved in sect decision-making, as it is a trivial matter that wastes their precious cultivation time.

Just like Ming Lingchuan, seeing that Li Yunjing had grown up, he immediately handed over the position of acting sect leader to Li Yunjing.

Ming Lingchuan himself went into seclusion to cultivate.

Li Yunjing is nominally in charge of everything now, but collective decisions still need to be taken seriously.

Li Yunjing was relieved that no one objected.

"Zhou Yue!"

Li Yunjing looked at everyone, and finally his gaze focused on this general.

"exist!"

Zhou Yue's eyes lit up, and he said loudly.

"You will lead twelve Nascent Soul cultivators, pilot ten 'Divine Firmament Warships,' and ambush them three hundred miles east of 'Soul-Severing Reef' with the 'Nine Heavens Thunder Prison Array Disc.'"

Li Yunjing issued the order.

"Yes!"

Zhou Yue loudly accepted the order.

"Zhao Yan!"

Li Yunjing continued to issue orders.

"exist!"

Zhao Yan replied.

"Take the eight array masters from 'Seven Star Peak' and set up the 'Zhou Tian Xing Dou Locking Spirit Array' around 'Soul-Severing Reef'. Make sure to block Mo Wentian from sending messages for help!"

Li Yunjing looked at the other person and said in a low voice.

"no problem!"

Knowing its importance, Zhao Yan nodded slowly.

As Li Yunjing issued his orders, although the crowd still had doubts, no one dared to question them anymore.

Once the deployment was complete, everyone stood up to receive their orders and sped off towards their respective mission locations.

Soon only Li Yunjing and Yan Yang remained in the council hall. The lightning outside the window gradually dimmed, and night had quietly fallen over the South China Sea.

"Master, is Ye Wuhen's side... really trustworthy?"

Yan Yang hesitated for a moment before finally expressing his doubts.

Although he had never met the young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect, he had heard that demonic cultivators were often cunning and feared that the other party might turn against him at the last minute, putting the "Divine Firmament Dao Sect" in danger.

Li Yunjing walked to the window, gazing at the shimmering waves of the South China Sea in the distance, a sharp glint in his eyes: "Whether it's believable or not is unimportant."

"The decisive battle will take place on the night of the full moon, four days from now."

Li Yunjing turned to Yan Yang, his tone carrying a hint of expectation, "This is also a test for you. Remember, no matter how the battle unfolds, don't go forward. Just observe quietly. This is a rare learning opportunity."

"Disciple understands!"

Yan Yang nodded emphatically, his heart burning with excitement.

Meanwhile, in the direction of "Broken Soul Reef".

Zhou Yue has led twelve Nascent Soul cultivators to the sea area three hundred miles to the east. Ten Divine Firmament warships are hidden in the deep sea currents, their hulls covered by the "Concealment Array" specially made by Seven Star Peak, which completely shields even spiritual energy fluctuations.

The group lay hidden in the deep sea, almost becoming one with the water, without any disturbance from any living creature.

Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the Heavenly Demon Sect, Ye Wuhen stood outside the hall of the Blood Prison Old Demon, holding a token inlaid with a blood-red gemstone.

This is the chief priest's token for the "Heavenly Demon Ritual," which can only be held by the three supreme elders.

He took a deep breath, pushed open the palace door, and saw the Blood Prison Demon sitting on the throne of bones, surrounded by thick blood mist, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty red light.

"Night Without Trace, what brings you here so late at night?"

The Blood Prison Demon's voice was hoarse, carrying the unique pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator, making the air in the entire hall seem to freeze.

"Reporting to the Supreme Elder, the Heavenly Demon Festival will be held in three days, and it will require the joint presiding of the three elders."

Ye Wuhen bowed and handed over the token: "I have heard that Mo Wentian intends to go to the South Sea to seize the ancient demonic cultivator's relics, which may delay the ceremony. I have come to ask whether we should send someone to recall him?"

The Blood Prison Demon took the token, his fingertips swirling with blood mist, leaving a strange rune on it: "Don't be greedy, if you forcibly recall him, he may become dissatisfied."

A calculating glint flashed in his eyes. "Let him go. If he can seize the ruins, it will be a blessing for the Heavenly Demon Sect; if not..."

The blood mist suddenly surged, "Dying in the South China Sea will save me from fighting you for power within the sect."

"The Supreme Elder is wise."

Ye Wuhen sneered inwardly, but feigned respect on the surface: "This disciple will go and arrange the ceremony immediately to ensure that everything goes smoothly three days from now."

As Ye Wuhen left the palace gate, a shadowy glint flashed in the eyes of the Blood Prison Demon. Blood mist condensed at his fingertips into a communication talisman, which silently flew towards the South China Sea.

Although he supported Mo Wentian, he was also happy to see the two of them weaken each other. Only by controlling Mo Wentian could he reap the full benefits.

The four days flew by in the tense preparations. The waves in the South China Sea seemed more turbulent than ever before, and every sound of them crashing against the rocks was like the drumbeat of a decisive battle.

Three hundred miles east of "Broken Soul Reef", Zhou Yue's ten Shenxiao warships had been lying in ambush in the deep sea for three whole days.

The monks inside the ship remained absolutely silent, all awaiting orders!

"Report!"

A Golden Core cultivator silently infiltrated the flagship, knelt on one knee, and reported, "Reporting to the Supreme Elder, Mo Wentian's fleet has departed from the East Sea. It consists of three 'Netherworld Ships' with approximately two hundred demonic cultivators, including ten Nascent Soul cultivators and over eighty Golden Core cultivators. They are heading towards 'Soul-Severing Reef'!"

"Proceed according to the original plan!"

A fierce glint flashed in Zhou Yue's eyes. He raised his hand to signal the other party to step back, and then said in a deep voice to the twelve Nascent Soul cultivators beside him: "When the 'Heavenly Demon Sect' is in turmoil, if Mo Wentian shows any signs of escaping, immediately activate the Nine Heavens Thunder Prison Array Plate, first use lightning to disrupt their formation, and then surround and kill them one by one!"

"Yes!"

The twelve Nascent Soul Grand Elders accepted the order in unison, and the thunder-patterned cannons on both sides of the ship slowly turned around, aiming at the "Soul-Severing Reef".

Meanwhile, outside the "Soul-Broken Reef," Zhao Yan had already led eight array masters from "Seven Star Peak" to complete the setup of the "Zhou Tian Xing Dou Locking Spirit Array."

The array plates were buried at the core of each reef, and the runes spread along the cracks in the reef, echoing the stars in the night sky.

This formation can not only block communication, but also absorb the power of stars in the world. If Mo Wentian tries to break through by force, the light barrier will instantly unleash its trapping and killing power.

"Senior Brother Zhao, look over there!"

A formation master suddenly pointed to the depths of the South China Sea, his tone tinged with wariness. A faint black spiritual light emanated from the distant sea surface—the unique aura of the Netherworld Ship.

Meanwhile, on "Soul-Shattering Reef," Ye Wuhen, along with his loyal followers from the "Heavenly Demon Sect," had already made all the necessary arrangements.

In the center of the "Soul-Breaking Reef" lies a deep black hole.

Even a Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't see the end of it at a glance.

This is the disguised entrance to the secret realm!
Once Mo Wentian and his group enter, Ye Wuhen's men will engage in a fierce battle with Mo Wentian's men below!

In the black hole at the center of Broken Soul Reef, Ye Wuhen stood invisibly with his hands behind his back. Behind him were thirty loyal demon cultivators, all dressed in dark blood-red robes, their faces covered with hideous ghost masks, and holding demonic daggers coated with deadly poison.

These people were a force he had cultivated over many years, with the lowest cultivation level being the late Golden Core stage, and ten of them being elites at the Nascent Soul stage. At this moment, they were following his instructions to make the final disguise.

The black hole that was regarded as the "entrance to the secret realm" was actually a deep cave in the reef that Ye Wuhen had carved out by force using the secret techniques of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

The cave entrance is about three zhang in diameter, and its edges are covered with artificially carved but deliberately aged cracks. Each crack is inlaid with tiny black magic crystals, which glow with a faint red light in the night, like the evil aura seeping from the depths of a secret realm.

The rocks surrounding the cave entrance were coated with a special "Rotting Spirit Ointment," made from the bones of deep-sea monsters from the South China Sea. It not only emitted a gloomy and putrid aura similar to that of ancient demonic cultivator ruins, but also slowly devoured the spiritual power of those who approached, creating the illusion that the "secret realm seal had loosened."

“Young Master, the replica of the ‘Soul Devouring Cauldron’ has been placed on the third level at the bottom of the cave as you requested.”

A demonic cultivator wearing a skull mask stepped forward to report, his voice hoarse like sandpaper, "In addition, the 'blood corpse puppets' have been set up. As long as Mo Wentian's people step into the bottom of the cave, the puppets will automatically activate, pretending to be ancient demonic guards protecting the secret realm."

"very good!"

Ye Wuhen nodded slightly, walked slowly to the edge of the cave entrance, and poured black spiritual energy from his fingertips into the cave wall.

In an instant, the black magic crystal at the cave entrance surged with red light, and a series of muffled rumbling sounds came from the depths of the cave, as if a huge chain was dragging a heavy object.

This was a sound from a secret realm restriction that he simulated using the "Heavenly Demon Roar" technique, specially adjusted to a frequency that Nascent Soul cultivators could perceive.

The higher the cultivation level of a demonic cultivator, the more easily they are attracted to this "aura of a sealed treasure".

“Add three more layers of ‘Spirit Erosion Patterns’ to the runes on the cave walls.”

"Mo Wen is naturally suspicious. If he doesn't notice the suppression of spiritual energy by the secret realm, he will definitely become suspicious."

Ye Wuhen stared at the cave entrance, a sinister glint in his eyes. "Remember, the Spirit Corrosion Mark only works on cultivators below the Golden Core stage. Make sure his confidants experience spiritual energy disorder first, so he will be more convinced that this is a characteristic of the ancient secret realm."

"Yes!"

The demonic cultivator accepted the order and immediately took out a jade bottle containing black ink, dipping it in the ink to quickly draw runes on the cave wall.

The runes twisted like snakes and merged into the cave wall as soon as they took shape, leaving only faint black marks. If you didn't look closely, you couldn't tell that they were drawn on the spot.

To make the disguise more convincing, Ye Wuhen even took out three fragments of ancient demonic cultivators from the "Heavenly Demon Sect" warehouse.

A jade slip covered in cracks, half a piece of rusty magic armor, and a piece of withered bone wrapped with black hair.

He embedded the three fragments into the crevices of the rocks around the cave entrance. The ancient magic patterns deliberately preserved on the fragments echoed the evil aura of the black hole, making even the gloomy and putrid smell in the air more distinct.

Approaching the cave entrance, one can feel the strong sense of loosening of the seal, while a little further away, one can smell the aged odor emanating from the remnants, perfectly simulating the state of "the secret realm being exposed to the outside world for many years".

"Young Master, Mo Wentian's Netherworld Ship has reached the outer perimeter of Broken Soul Reef!"

Another scout rushed in to report, his tone tinged with urgency.

Ye Wuhen raised his hand, signaling everyone to go into the cave to hide. He himself retreated behind a huge reef, revealing only a pair of dark eyes, staring intently at the direction from which the Netherworld Ship had come.

“Mo Wentian, this ‘secret realm’ is both a lure prepared for you and your grave.”

Ye Wuhen muttered to himself, a cold smile playing on his lips.

He had already calculated that once Mo Wentian saw the replica of the "Soul Devouring Cauldron," he would be eager to send people to investigate. The narrow space at the bottom of the cave would make it impossible to deploy any formations, and his loyal followers could take advantage of the terrain to eliminate Mo Wentian's men one by one. Once Mo Wentian's men were all dead, he could join forces with Li Yunjing to surround and kill Mo Wentian.

As for whether this person is the original or an avatar?
Then we can't worry about that anymore.

Even if it's a clone, it's the most important one!
If this person is killed, a lot of treasures and resources can be plundered from Mo Wentian. At that time, the balance of power will shift, and Mo Wentian's power will be inferior to his own. In the future, he will be at Mo Wentian's mercy.
Three "Netherworld Ships" slowly came to a stop outside the Soul-Severing Reef. The black spiritual light emanating from their hulls intertwined with the gloomy and decaying aura beside the reef, creating a moving shadow.

Mo Wentian leaped off the ship, dressed in a dark gold demon robe, with a token inlaid with a blood-red gem hanging at his waist.

That was a "Guardian Token" bestowed by the Blood Prison Demon, which is said to be able to summon a wisp of a Nascent Soul cultivator's avatar in times of crisis.

The ten Nascent Soul demon cultivators and more than eighty Golden Core demon cultivators behind him followed closely, their gazes all fixed on the black hole in the center of the Soul-Severing Reef, their eyes filled with greed.

"This is the secret realm of the ancient demon king?"

Mo Wentian walked to the edge of the cave entrance, and black spiritual energy emanated from his fingertips. As soon as he touched the spirit-corroding patterns on the cave wall, he felt a faint sense of spiritual energy being swallowed up.

He raised an eyebrow and caught a glimpse of an ancient demonic cultivator's remnant embedded in a crevice in the reef. The black hair on the withered bones swayed slightly in the sea breeze, and the ancient aura emanating from the remnant was definitely not a fake.

"Young Master, the aura of this secret realm is pure; it must be a remnant of an ancient demon king!"

A Nascent Soul demon cultivator stepped forward, his tone filled with excitement, "Look at the demonic crystals at the cave entrance, and the aura of this Corrupting Spirit Ointment—they couldn't have been formed in a short time!"

Mo Wentian did not immediately give the order to enter. He stared into the depths of the black hole, a hint of vigilance flashing in his eyes.

"Send ten Golden Core cultivators in to investigate first."

Mo Wentian said in a deep voice, "If you encounter any danger, send a message immediately!"

"Yes! Young Master!"

The ten Golden Core demon cultivators dared not be negligent, and carefully stepped into the black hole, each holding a demonic weapon.

Just as I entered the first level of the cave, I suddenly heard a crisp "crack" sound under my feet.

That was the sound of a mechanism being triggered by Ye Wuhen's preset mechanism.

In an instant, dozens of black poison needles shot out from the cracks in the rocks on both sides of the cave wall. At the same time, ten blood-covered puppets rose from the ground. They were the blood corpse puppets set up by Ye Wuhen!
"There's a trap!"

The Golden Core demon cultivators cried out in alarm and hurriedly summoned their demonic shields to defend themselves.

The poison needles were coated with "corrosive poison," and as soon as they touched the magic shield, they corroded fine holes. Meanwhile, the blood corpse puppets swung their bone knives, slashing at their necks.

Screams instantly echoed from the bottom of the cave. In less than three breaths, ten Golden Core demon cultivators fell into pools of blood, their corpses dragged into the depths of the cave by the puppets, leaving only a trail of black blood.

"There's a restriction?"

A demonic cultivator exclaimed in surprise.

Mo Wentian heard the screams coming from the bottom of the cave, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"It seems this secret realm is real."

He turned to the Nascent Soul cultivator beside him and said, "The more dangerous it is, the more likely there are treasures inside. Continue sending people in. This time, send five peak Golden Core cultivators and two early Nascent Soul cultivators to cover the retreat."

"Yes!"

Soon, the seven demonic cultivators re-entered the black hole.

This time, they were more cautious, taking each step with utmost care.

The traps in the cave were triggered again, but having learned from their previous experience, they easily avoided the attacks of the poison needles and the blood corpse puppets.

"Young Master, the bottom of the cave is safe!"

A Nascent Soul demonic cultivator transmitted his voice.

"Follow me in."

Mo Wentian nodded in satisfaction and waved for everyone to follow.

He stepped into the black hole himself, followed by the demonic cultivators who filed in one after another.

Deep within the black hole, Nightless's loyal followers were already in ambush.

They held their breath, waiting for their prey to venture deeper.

"hold on……"

Ye Wuhen sensed the movements of Mo Wentian and his group through a secret technique, and sneered inwardly, "I'll make my move after they all enter the third level."

Mo Wentian and his group continued downwards.

This group of people possessed profound cultivation and formidable strength. The restrictions and puppets were no match for them and were quickly and easily destroyed by Mo Wentian and his companions.

The group quickly reached the third floor.

The space here is cramped, and the walls of the cave are covered with strange runes. In the center stands a pitch-black cauldron, which is a replica of the "Soul-Devouring Cauldron".

"It really is the Soul Devouring Cauldron!"

A glint of greed flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes as he strode forward.

The moment he reached out to touch the cauldron, the runes on the cave wall suddenly lit up with a dazzling red light, and the entire space was enveloped by a blood-red light curtain.

"No, there's an ambush!"

Mo Wentian's expression changed drastically, and he immediately summoned his protective magic weapon.

However, it was too late. Ye Wuhen's loyal followers attacked from all directions, their demonic daggers gleaming coldly, aiming straight for Mo Wentian and his group's vitals.

"Night Without a Trace! It's you!"

Mo Wentian roared, recognizing the other party's identity.

"Mo Wentian, today is your death day!"

Ye Wuhen sneered and personally took action, sending a black demonic aura straight at Mo Wentian.

"Boom!"

A fierce battle erupted inside the cave.

Although Mo Wentian was powerful, his advantages were difficult to utilize in a confined space.

Ye Wuhen's loyal followers worked together seamlessly, taking advantage of the terrain to gradually suppress Mo Wentian's men.

"Young Master, we've fallen into a trap! Retreat at once!"

A Nascent Soul demon cultivator shouted anxiously.

Mo Wentian gritted his teeth, knowing that if he dragged this out any longer, he would surely die.

He suddenly slapped the token at his waist, and the "Guardian Token" bestowed by the Blood Prison Demon instantly erupted with a blood-red beam of light.

"Blood Prison Demon, save me!"

Mo Wentian roared.

A crimson pillar of light shot into the sky, forcefully breaking through the cave ceiling, and the phantom of a Nascent Soul cultivator slowly emerged.

"Who dares to touch my people?"

The phantom of the Blood Prison Demon coldly surveyed the surroundings.

Ye Wuhen's expression changed; he hadn't expected Mo Wentian to have this trick up his sleeve.

He made a decisive decision and shouted, "Retreat!"

The loyalists quickly retreated and disappeared into the darkness inside the cave.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Mo Wentian led his remaining troops out of the black hole and fled in a sorry state toward the Netherworld Ship.

However, just as they broke through the Soul-Shattering Reef, lightning suddenly flashed on the sea surface, and ten "Divine Firmament Warships" rose from the deep sea, surrounding the three Netherworld Ships.

"Mo Wentian, you can't escape today!"

Zhou Yue stood on the flagship and shouted coldly.

"Nine Heavens Thunder Prison Formation, activate!"

With Zhou Yue's command, ten "Divine Firmament Warships" simultaneously erupted with dazzling lightning, trapping Mo Wentian and his group inside a massive lightning cage.

"Night Without Trace! You beast, you actually colluded with people from the Divine Firmament Dao Sect?"

Mo Wentian roared in despair.

The cannons roared, lightning raged, and the demonic cultivators were reduced to ashes in the lightning.

"Hahaha! The victor is king, the loser is villain. Mo Wentian, today is your end!"

Seeing that the plan was going perfectly, Ye Wuhen was filled with arrogance. He stepped out of the cave, unleashing a violent power that caused explosions everywhere within a ten-mile radius.

"You want to kill me! Don't you know I have countless clones?"

Seeing his hard-earned power crumble, Mo Wentian looked at Ye Wuhen with a gloomy expression.

As for the others?
He didn't care at all.

This time, surrounded by more than twenty Nascent Soul Realm cultivators and ten "Divine Firmament Warships," escape seemed impossible.

The Blood Prison Demon's avatar, with only ten breaths of fighting strength, has now vanished into thin air. It can be said that Mo Wentian's body has no hope left.

"Hahaha! I killed ten Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, weakening your strength. Even if this wasn't your true form, you're finished!"

Ye Wuhen launched a fierce attack!
Mo Wentian couldn't withstand the fierce blow. All his true demonic power was shattered, and he was struck in the chest with a palm, his flesh and blood flying everywhere, leaving a bloody hole in his chest.

Mo Wentian, who has cultivated countless clones, is far inferior to Ye Wuhen in one-on-one combat!
"puff……"

Mo Wentian coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the rock wall of "Soul-Broken Reef".

Black demonic energy was frantically dissipating from the large, bowl-sized hole in his chest, clearly indicating that this clone could not hold on for much longer.

"Ye Wuhen! You have colluded with the righteous path and harmed your fellow disciples. The Supreme Elder of the Blood Prison will never let you go!"

Mo Wentian struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with resentment and malice.

"The Blood Prison Demon?"

Ye Wuhen scoffed, a ball of pitch-black demonic flame condensing in his palm. "You think he really cares about the life or death of a piece of trash? From today onwards, I am the sole young master of the 'Heavenly Demon Sect'!"

With that, he suddenly swung his palm, and the demonic flames transformed into a hideous ghost face that lunged at Mo Wentian.

At the same time, Zhou Yue's "Nine Heavens Thunder Prison Formation" also unleashed three bolts of purple lightning as thick as buckets, completely sealing off Mo Wentian's escape route.

"boom……"

Amidst the deafening explosion, Mo Wentian's body was torn to shreds by demonic flames and lightning.

A dark gold token clattered to the ground; it was the "Guardian Token" bestowed by the Blood Prison Demon.

The token was now covered in cracks and was clearly ruined.

(End of this chapter)