Decaying World

Chapter 108 108 Breaking In (Xie Buding, the Five-Cent Leader)
"If it were the Benevolent Sect, I might have some reservations, but your Wanhua Sect... heh." Liu Wujun's expression held a hint of contempt. "If you obediently state your intentions now, I might spare you one more leg for your father's sake. If you don't cooperate, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Brother, why don't you just kill him?" Liu Xiao asked, frowning as he transmitted his voice.

"Are you stupid? I'm giving the Wanhua Sect's High Priest face by letting him leave in front of so many people. If he gets killed somewhere else later, it's none of my business. We've already given him enough face by letting him go," Liu Wujun said helplessly via telepathy.

"Brother, you're so sneaky." Liu Xiao was speechless.

"Don't always be so straightforward. That makes it too easy for people to figure out your patterns and scheme against you. You need to switch between being real and deceptive at unpredictable times so that people can't figure out your methods," Liu Wujun said earnestly.

"So what do we do now?" Liu Xiao looked at the dilapidated temple, which had fallen silent again and was no longer responding.

"Not replying? No problem. We have time to waste."

Liu Wujun waved his hand, and the followers behind him raised their cylinders and aimed.

Although these are all lower-level summoners, with their special weapons and superhuman dynamic vision, they can pose a huge threat to an enemy simply by keeping their eyes on the enemy's movements.

Whoosh! !

The next moment, a large number of dark, round spheres were shot out of the cylinder at incredible speed and crashed into the dilapidated temple.

Boom! !
The massive explosion, accompanied by intense flames, blasted the ruined temple apart from the inside out.

The high-temperature shockwaves resembled rings of transparent material, continuously propelling debris and dust outwards with each explosion, leaving arc-shaped charred marks on the ground.

"Ah!! Liu Wujun, you'll die a horrible death!!"

A charred black human figure engulfed in flames burst out of the fire and fled wildly into the distance.

Along with the rushing out came a series of shrill and painful screams.

"With such strong energy, it seems he can hold on for a while longer," Liu Wujun said calmly.

He reached out to his right.

A man carried a giant white bone bow that was over two meters long and placed it in his hands.

Liu Wujun raised the white bone bow and pulled it with one hand.

hiss.

A layer of silvery mist emanated from his body, condensing on its own into a bowstring, which was then drawn back.

Full moon.

"Sister, look carefully, this is the seventh form of the Nine Hua Divine Skill."

Liu Wujun's face was slightly distorted, and the skin between his eyebrows bulged, with fine black scales faintly growing out.

Not only that, at this moment, a layer of pure silver, magnificent bone armor seemed to rapidly condense and emerge around his body.

This layer of bone armor disappeared in a flash.

next moment.

laugh!
The bone bow, empty of arrows, is at full moon length; the string is released.

Even though there was no arrow, Liu Xiao and the surrounding summoners clearly sensed an invisible force being unleashed by this bow.

Just then, Zhou Fan, who had already run several hundred meters, was covered in charred soot and was enduring excruciating pain as he continued to run with his head down.

Suddenly he stopped, one foot stomping heavily into the mud, sinking deep into it. Before he could pull it out, his other foot followed, landing in the same spot.

The consequence of this was that he instantly lost his balance, tumbled out like a rolling gourd, smashed through debris and rocks like a ball, and crashed hard into a dry, large tree.

Bang.

He smashed the tree, leaving a deep dent, but fortunately, the priest's physical strength was much greater than that of the Summoner, so he was not seriously injured.

He quickly got up again.

Just as he was about to continue forward, he suddenly felt dizzy and tripped over his own feet, falling hard to the ground.

Bang!
The ground trembled slightly, and Zhou Fan panicked a little, quickly getting up from the ground.

This time he slowed down and took a step forward.

Sure enough, as soon as he took his right foot out, it strangely veered off course from where he wanted to go, taking a sharp turn and moving to the right to exert force.

This twist almost caused him to fall to the ground again.

"This...this is the Mind Disorder Technique of the Nine Hua Divine Art!! Damn it, Liu Wujun, what did I ever do to you?! I was just passing by your house! And you actually used the Nine Hua Divine Art against me!?"

This bizarre ability unique to the High Priest cannot be changed for a short period after it takes effect; only an opposing force of the same level can counteract it. Therefore, the only thing he can do now is slow down, adapt to the activation pattern of the Chaotic Mindset, and find his way of running again within this temporary new pattern!

Moreover, he had to act quickly, otherwise, if Liu Wujun caught up with him...
Zhou Fan felt like he had the worst luck imaginable. How could he have been so blinded by greed to sneak back, pull off a heist, and then leave?

"I must have been out of my mind to accept this task!" Zhou Fan cried, slowly familiarizing himself with the new rules step by step.

Fortunately, he had a father who was a high priest of the same rank, so he was very clear about this strange ability.

Knowing that activating this ability consumes a significant amount of energy, it is generally impossible to activate it a second time in a short period of time.

This ability is not consumed by energy or mental strength, but by some unseen and intangible unknown force.

The replenishment of that power is very slow, so high priests generally do not use it lightly.

Unexpectedly, Liu Wujun used this ability on him without hesitation.
Thinking of this, Zhou Fan couldn't help but curse incoherently again. But the escape still had to continue.

So he stumbled forward, like a baby learning to walk, taking one step to the left and one step to the right, trying to escape.

Swish!
But the next second, on the plain directly in front of them, a gentle breeze blew, and Liu Wujun and Liu Xiao's figures appeared on the muddy ground.

Block his way.

"Don't blame me for not giving you a chance." Liu Wujun raised his hand.

A massive, invisible distortion, covering an area tens of meters in radius, instantly froze everything around it. The wind stopped flowing, and the leaves of the withered trees ceased to rustle.

A gray sparrow that had just flown by, flapping its wings to take off from the branch, was also frozen in mid-air.

The dust on the ground had only risen a few centimeters before it floated and solidified like an oil painting.

Also frozen in place was Zhou Fan, whose face was filled with terror, whose body was weak, and who looked like a charcoal ash.

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Half a minute later.

A white shadow suddenly appeared on the muddy plain, staring at the exaggerated cube-shaped pit on the ground, which was more than 20 meters long on each side.

He crouched down and gently touched the edge and inner wall of the pit with his hand.

'It's become smooth and crystallized. It's still quite hot.'

Lin Hui withdrew his hand and smelled it; there was a burnt smell on his fingertips.

He stood up and looked into the deep pit.

The entire pit is more than three meters deep. Standing on the edge, it looks like a giant seal has fallen from the sky and pressed hard into the ground.

'While the softer soil here might be a factor, the immense pressure exerted over such a large area indicates the person who made the move is extremely powerful.'

Lin Hui knew his speed was indeed fast, but what if he faced an opponent whose attack covered more than 30 meters?

If the opponent is fast enough, they can unleash dozens of attacks in a second, covering a range of hundreds of meters.

No matter how fast he goes, it won't help.

Unless he can retreat hundreds of meters in an instant.

Otherwise, one can only hope to predict the direction of the opponent's attack and dodge in advance.

The problem is that as long as the opponent makes even the slightest attempt to conceal their moves, a master of this level cannot possibly be slow in their attacks.

It's clearly impossible to do what we did against the Flying Stone Sect warriors back then.

'Oh right, where's Zhou Fan?' Suddenly, Lin Hui remembered his goal for this trip.

He quickly jumped into the deep pit and headed towards the center.

But after wandering around the smooth, crystal-like pit, they found no traces of human remains.

Left with no other choice, Lin Hui got up and left.

Before leaving, he carefully broke off a small piece of crystal from the edge of the pit and took it back to study.

Returning to the vicinity of the Lin residence, he continued to guard the area for three more days to confirm that the Wanhua Sect matter was truly resolved and over. Only then did he turn back to the Qingfeng Temple headquarters.

Around the town, there were also reports of inner city experts capturing members of the Wanhua Sect.

At this point, Lin Hui was completely certain that Zhou Fan of the Wanhua Sect had truly fallen.

He was gone before he could even make a move.

Although he didn't know which side did it, Lin Hui guessed that the most likely culprit was the Liu siblings, namely his two older brothers and sisters.

After several days of investigation, Lin Hui returned to Qingfeng Temple and lifted the guard on Wanhua Sect.

Life then returned to its original state.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but also returned to the cycle of sword practice, body tempering, and taking and refining medicine.

A week later.

Just as Lin Hui's body tempering improved again, reaching the fourth rank.

Finally, the Qingfeng Temple expedition team, which went to the foggy area, has returned!
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Behind the original site of Qingfeng Temple lies a vast, dense forest.

From within the massive white wall of mist, a team of people dressed in white, covered in blood, slowly emerged.

The team members were originally dressed in white robes with leather armor vests, but now their robes were covered in dark red blood clots, and their armor vests were torn, some with large holes, and others with dents and cracks in vital areas.

Moreover, the weapons carried by the team members were mostly broken longswords. Many swords were missing their scabbards, clearly indicating that they had been in a fierce battle where even the scabbards couldn't be retrieved in time.

At the very front of the group, Chen Sui, whose forehead was wrapped in a gray bandage, had grown a thick beard.

He gazed with a weary look at the clean and safe fog-free area ahead, then turned back to look at the seemingly pure and quiet wall of fog.

"We're back!! We're finally back!!"

He raised his arms and shouted loudly.

The group consisted of twenty-two people when they left.
Now, Chen Sui looked back and saw that only fourteen people remained. Eight of them had died in that mysterious and terrifying underground ruin.

But in return, they also brought back a huge harvest that was enough to make people ecstatic.

There was a unique purple crystal in that ruin. Holding it in your hand while cultivating could greatly increase your cultivation speed. It was thanks to this that the group, especially him, successfully broke through to the Inner Strength Realm. With a bit of luck, they barely managed to escape the ruin and avoid those terrifying monsters.

"After this breakthrough, I need to exchange the perfect version of the Qingfeng Sword Technique with the Abbot! These amethysts should be enough to exchange for contribution points!" Chen Sui had already made up his mind.

He named this crystal, which could enhance cultivation, amethyst. After breaking through his internal energy, he discovered that this thing was also helpful for internal energy cultivation, so he was very confident that the abbot would accept it.

Aside from the portion he planned to hand over, he kept half for himself, intending to use it for his own cultivation.

"Let's go, let's go back to the temple first!" Chen Sui waved his hand and took the lead, using his movement technique to return towards Qingfeng Temple.

But they had only taken a few steps.

A group of people appeared ahead, blocking their way.

(End of this chapter)