The Confucian and Taoist Sages of Mortal Cultivation

Chapter 151 Wang Heng's Deathbed Entrustment

"As expected of a Nascent Soul Ancestor, he's truly difficult to kill." Yang Qingyuan narrowed his eyes, his hands constantly forming hand seals, controlling thirty flying swords to unleash even more Purple Heaven Divine Thunder.

Seeing the continuous stream of purple-gold divine lightning, the Yin Ancestor's face grew increasingly grim. He spat and cursed, "Damn it! Just how much purple divine lightning is there?"

Seeing that Yang Qingyuan and the Yin Ancestor were locked in a stalemate, Zhou Yuan, the fairy maiden beside her, carrying her pipa, flew forward, and said softly, "Fellow Daoist Yang, I will lend you a hand."

"This ancient pipa is named 'Chang Xiang Si' (Longing for Each Other), and its sound can bewitch one's soul."

After speaking, she stretched out her slender fingers, plucked the strings of the pipa, and played a tune.

The large strings clang like a sudden rainstorm, the small strings whisper like private words; the clanging and whispering blend together, like pearls of all sizes falling onto a jade plate.

Upon hearing the sound of the pipa, the Yin Ancestor also showed a solemn expression and took out a black bracelet from his robes.

The bracelet has four oval beads about the size of a thumb, emitting a faint black light.

"Ancient Treasure Bodhi Bead!"

When Fairy Zhou Yuan saw the bracelet, her face turned ashen. She explained, "This treasure can calm the mind and stabilize the soul. It is most effective against divine sense techniques. Now I am at a loss."

Upon hearing this, Yang Qingyuan also showed a look of surprise, vaguely remembering that the Bodhi Pearl had been bestowed upon Han Li by the Extreme Yin Ancestor, and

It helped Han Li overcome the inner demons he faced when forming his Nascent Soul.

Thinking that this treasure could help cultivators condense their nascent souls, Yang Qingyuan did not intend to hold back. He reached out and patted the storage bag at his waist, took out a cyan bead, and threw it fiercely at the Extreme Yin Ancestor.

"This is?"

When the Yin Ancestor saw the blue bead, he felt that it was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

But before he could recall the origin of the bead, the cyan bead had already sunk into the Heavenly Capital Corpse Fire, making a "crackling" sound as it shattered, and cracks appeared on its surface.

With a deafening roar, the cyan bead exploded, spewing out a sky-covering cyan flame.

The power unleashed by the azure flames was comparable to a full-force attack from an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, blasting the Heavenly Capital Corpse Fire into pieces.

The figure of the Yin Ancestor reappeared before everyone.

"Azure Fire Thunder!"

"The Azure Flame Thunder, personally crafted by the Three Yang Old Monster!"

"Who exactly are you?"

The Yin Ancestor looked surprised, clearly quite wary of the Three Yang Old Monster.

But immediately afterward, thirty-six purple thunder dragons, carrying terrifying heavenly might, pounced on the Extreme Yin Ancestor, shattering his physical body and his divided soul into dust.

A pile of treasures, including the Bodhi jewel and the ancient anchor, also fell from mid-air.

"Ancestor!"

Those Foundation Establishment cultivators on Jiyin Island who were still fighting the Blood Demons were shocked and bewildered to see their ancestor's avatar being killed.

When Zhou Yuan Fairy, Zi Ling, Zhuo Ruting, Fan Jingmei and others saw this, they were overjoyed. They never expected that Yang Qingyuan's strength was so great that he could even kill the possessed Extreme Yin Ancestor.

Xue Chanzi coldly surveyed the group of Jiyin Island disciples in the distance, a chilling killing intent suddenly flashing deep within his dark eyes, instantly enveloping the entire area in a coldness.

His face was indifferent, and he didn't say a word. He quickly made hand seals with one hand, and spiritual power flowed at his fingertips. He raised his hand sharply and pointed at the churning sea of ​​blood in front of him.

With a muffled boom, the sea of ​​blood suddenly surged and trembled, and the scarlet blood waves exploded layer by layer, instantly turning into a torrential rain of blood that poured down on the disciples with overwhelming killing intent.

Each drop of blood rain was condensed with pure blood demonic power, sharp and unstoppable.

The protective magic artifacts and spiritual energy barriers of ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators were as fragile as paper in the face of the blood rain, easily destroyed.

Completely penetrated.

The scarlet raindrops pierced through the bodies of the cultivators from the Yin Island, leaving behind hideous and terrifying blood holes.

Screams and wails echoed throughout the scene.

Nearly a hundred Foundation Establishment evil cultivators from Jiyin Island were completely unable to resist, and they fell to the ground and died in droves, the scene resembling a wheat field being harvested.

In the blink of an eye, all the cultivators from Jiyin Island who had been entrenched there perished, their entire army wiped out.

The entire site was left with only mutilated corpses and a strong, pungent stench of blood.

Upon seeing this, Yang Qingyuan stepped forward and collected the treasures dropped by the Ancestor of Extreme Yin, including the Bodhi Pearl, as well as the storage bags of the other two Core Formation Elders of Extreme Yin Island, Elder Fu, and Elder Zhao.

The fierce battle finally came to an end.

Yang Qingyuan and Xue Chanzi put away their magical weapons and rushed towards Wang Heng.

"Fellow Daoist Yang's strength is truly astonishing!"

Zhou Yuan, Zi Ling, and the others immediately surrounded them.

Zi Ling bowed deeply and said, "This time, we owe it all to Senior Yang. Otherwise, our Miaoyin Sect would have been annihilated."

"With Senior Yang's strength, it wouldn't be unreasonable to say that he is the number one person below the Nascent Soul stage."

Yang Qingyuan waved his hand and replied, "You flatter me, Fairy Ziling."

"Where is that ancient formula for a pill with lightning attribute now?"

Upon hearing this, Fairy Zhou Yuan immediately instructed Right Envoy Zhuo and Left Envoy Fan: "That batch of goods was packed into storage bags by the Foundation Establishment cultivators of Jiyin Island. You two should check the bags, make a list, and show it to Fellow Daoist Yang."

"Yes." Fan and Zhuo, the two envoys, dared not delay and immediately went to organize the storage bags.

Just then, Sect Master Wang Heng spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning as pale as paper in an instant.

"My husband!"

"Father!"

Zhou Yuan and her daughter Zi Ling rushed forward to check on Wang Heng's injuries.

Wang Heng sat cross-legged on the ground, a desolate smile on his face, and comforted everyone, saying, "There's no need to check anymore."

"I know my own injuries."

"The demonic energy has invaded my soul. Even if a Nascent Soul Ancestor were to intervene, he could not save me."

"Looking back, Mr. Wang had always been kind to others and cautious in everything he did, but he never expected that he would still die a violent death in the end."

"This damned Yin Island—"

"Cough cough."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yuan and her daughter Zi Ling were filled with immense grief and couldn't help but shed tears.

"Cough cough—" Wang Heng looked at Yang Qingyuan with sincere eyes and pleaded, "Fellow Daoist Yang, I am now a dying man. Please, for the sake of our decades-long friendship, grant me a request that is not my wish."

Yang Qingyuan pondered for a moment, then said, "Fellow Daoist Wang, please speak freely. As long as it is within my capabilities, I will certainly lend a helping hand."

After receiving Yang Qingyuan's promise, Wang Heng's expression improved, and he explained, "The things I can't let go of most in my life are my Daoist partner Zhou Yuan and my daughter Wang Ning."

"Now, Mr. Wang is nearing the end of his life, and two of the elder guest ministers within the sect have also perished here."

"If this matter gets out, other Core Formation cultivators will definitely covet the Wonderful Sound Sect's assets."

"What's worse, Mr. Wang was worried that they would make unwanted advances toward Yuan'er and Wang Ning."

At this point, Wang Heng looked distressed, bowed slightly to Yang Qingyuan, and pleaded, "I am willing to offer the entire Miaoyin Sect as a reward, please, Fellow Daoist Yang, protect Yuan'er and Wang Ning—"

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