Chapter 464 - 237: Golden Spring Spiritual Liquid, Annihilating the Remnants

Chapter 464: Chapter 237: Golden Spring Spiritual Liquid, Annihilating the Remnants

After killing Liang Jingxing, Chen Sheng slowly withdrew his gaze, his expression returning to one of profound indifference.

Turning, Chen Sheng looked toward the center of the distant battle, where Gang Qi raged and endless roars echoed.

There, besieged by five masters, Daoist Qingxu was in a perilous situation.

His Daoist Robe was torn and his topknot had come undone. Each swing of his Duster summoned a gale of Gang Qi weaker than the last, and his steps had become unsteady.

Under the five-person, coordinated, and relentless assault, even with Qingxu’s late-stage Profound Mastery Cultivation and exquisite Daoist Skills, he could not escape the fate of being captured and killed once his energy was spent.

In contrast, the end came even faster for Wu Chengfeng on the other side.

With Liang Jingxing’s fall, the pressure on him suddenly tripled, as he now faced three opponents.

Bai Qing’s Palm Technique was elusive and fierce, the Iron Sword Sect Elder’s sword light was vicious, and the Wang Clan Elder’s fists were heavy and powerful. Under their combined assault, Wu Chengfeng lasted less than ten breaths before his Protective Gang Qi was completely shattered.

A Palm Seal, a Sword Mark, and a Heavy Fist struck him almost simultaneously.

Wu Chengfeng couldn’t even utter his last words before he exploded into a cloud of blood mist in midair, suffering Total Annihilation.

Catching this scene from the corner of his eye, the last glimmer of hope in Daoist Qingxu’s heart was extinguished, and his face turned deathly pale.

He could accept his own death, but he absolutely could not watch as Qingfeng Temple’s centuries-old foundation and its thousand-plus disciples were buried along with him.

In his desperation, a flash of almost fanatical resolve appeared in Qingxu’s eyes.

Fiercely parrying a spear aimed for his ribs, he used the momentum to retreat dozens of feet, temporarily breaking away from the heart of the battle. Ignoring the winds from blades and Sword Qi at his back, his gaze locked onto the still figure of Chen Sheng in the distance. Mustering his remaining True Essence, he shouted in a hoarse but clear voice:

"Fellow Daoist Chen, my skills were inferior today. I will have no regrets or hatred even in death. However, Heaven has a virtue of cherishing life. I only ask that you, Inspector, spare the innocent disciples of Qingfeng Temple.

I am willing to immediately write a final testament in my own blood, strictly ordering Qingfeng Temple to never seek revenge and never oppose the Government Office. I ask only for this one chance at survival in exchange. Fellow Daoist Chen, will you agree?!"

However, before Chen Sheng could speak, Chu Kuangfeng, who was standing nearby, scoffed and pointed his long saber.

"You old Daoist, with death at your doorstep, you still have such beautiful dreams. When your Qingfeng Temple colluded with the Golden Spring Temple to stir up chaos, did you ever consider showing mercy? To beg for it now is a bit..."

Before Chu Kuangfeng’s mocking words could fade, the situation suddenly changed.

A vicious glint flashed in Daoist Qingxu’s eyes. His left hand, which had been hidden in his sleeve, suddenly shot out. Between his fingers, he held a simple, brown Spirit Talisman. The talisman was covered in complex, mystical patterns drawn with dark red cinnabar, and a faint spiritual light seemed to flow across its surface.

Without hesitation, he formed his right fingers into a sword-like point and jabbed it fiercely between his own eyebrows. His face instantly turned as pale as paper as he violently spat out a mouthful of heart’s blood essence, which was brimming with immense life force, accurately spraying it onto the Spirit Talisman.

At the same time, a faint light flickered between his brows as a weak but tangible sliver of his Divine Sense was forcibly torn away and merged with the blood essence.

"Go!"

As Daoist Qingxu hissed the incantation, the brown Spirit Talisman, now imbued with his blood essence and Divine Sense, erupted in a brilliant light. It transformed into a streak of brown light, nearly imperceptible yet shockingly fast.

WHOOSH! It tore through the air, vanishing over the southeastern horizon in the blink of an eye. It moved so fast that even Nie Xuanfeng, who was closest to him, had no time to intercept it.

"This is bad!"

"It’s a Communication Spirit Talisman!"

"That old Daoist actually damaged his own foundation, burning his blood essence and Divine Sense to empower that talisman!"

The faces of Chu Kuangfeng, Lu Qingsong, and the others changed drastically.

Nie Xuanfeng’s gaze hardened, and he said in a grave voice:

"He’s trying to force a message about what’s happening here back to Qingfeng Temple!"

His sorrowful plea for mercy just now was all a ruse to distract them, concealing his true intention: to secretly prepare this desperate, life-or-death gambit.

Qingxu never expected Chen Sheng to agree.

Everything he did was for this final chance to send a message.

"Kill him now!"

A cold glint flashed in Chen Sheng’s eyes as he gave the order.

"Hahaha... COUGH! COUGH!"

Daoist Qingxu roared with laughter, but with the severe drain on his blood essence and Divine Sense, the aura around him plummeted like an avalanche. His face turned a deathly sallow, and his body swayed, on the verge of collapse.

"Inspector Chen... your methods are ruthless... you show no mercy... but don’t think... you’ll get away with this so easily!"

Qingxu had originally hoped that either Liang Jingxing or Wu Chengfeng would be able to escape and deliver a warning.

But with both of them falling one after the other, he had been forced to take this desperate measure and send out the warning Spirit Talisman.

The price was that he was now completely spent, a lamp with no oil. He could barely even maintain his flight.

Already seriously injured, exhausted, and having damaged his own life force, Daoist Qingxu no longer had an ounce of strength left to resist.

Chu Kuangfeng roared in anger. The light of his saber flashed, instantly shattering Qingxu’s lingering protective Gang Qi and landing a vicious blow on his chest. The sound of cracking bone was sickeningly clear!

SPURT—!

Daoist Qingxu sprayed a torrent of blood as he was thrown backward like a kite with a broken string.

Li Qianzhou’s eyes were icy. With a flick of his wrist, his silver spear trembled, its tip pulsing with a cold light as he prepared to thrust forward and end Qingxu’s life.

"Wait!"

Chen Sheng’s voice suddenly rang out.

Li Qianzhou halted his spear thrust, looking at Chen Sheng in astonishment along with Chu Kuangfeng, Lu Qingsong, and the others.

Chen Sheng ignored their confused gazes, slowly took a few steps forward, and looked down at the powerless Daoist Qingxu on the ground. His tone was grave as he said:

"Spare his life. Take him into custody for now. This man... may still have his uses."

"Qingfeng Temple is different from Golden Spring Temple. We were able to break the Golden Spring Temple’s Mountain Protection Array because Chu coordinated with us from the inside, destroying its earth-vein hub. His contribution was indispensable. But within Qingfeng Temple, we have no one on the inside.

Its Mountain Protection Array, the ’Yin-Yang Clear Wind Array,’ is famous. A brute-force assault to break it might not succeed."