Chapter 1108 - 740: Immortals Are Originally Mortals

Chapter 1108: Chapter 740: Immortals Are Originally Mortals

The person fleeing by sword control had slightly dark skin, a short and stout stature, and a face carrying a rustic honesty akin to a farmer.

This person was Wang Hao.

He was quite disheveled at the moment.

His Daoist robe was torn, fresh blood oozing from several wounds, his face pale as paper, with a listless aura.

Behind him, a blood-red escape light pursued relentlessly, its speed astonishing.

Like scarlet lightning, it was gradually closing the distance.

The emitted aura was clearly at the late stage of Demon Foundation.

The finesse of the Blood Escape Technique outpaced that of ordinary Foundation Establishment Perfection.

"Junior Sister Mo!"

Wang Hao noticed Mo Kexin on the spiritual boat and, shocked, glimpsed Shen Xuan standing with his hands behind his back at the prow.

His heart quivered.

He retracted his escape light and swiftly descended toward the spiritual boat.

"Disciple Wang Hao, pays respect to the Chancellor!"

Stabilizing his stance, Wang Hao, ignoring his injuries, bowed deeply to Shen Xuan, his tone excited.

"You recognize me?"

Shen Xuan spoke, his voice calm.

"Forty years ago, when the academy was being built. The disciple was fortunate to see the true visage of the Island Master on the island."

Wang Hao replied respectfully.

Shen Xuan nodded slightly.

By this time, he had reverted to his original appearance.

He hardly differed from the time when he left Starlight Island years ago.

"Wang Hao! Let’s see how long you can escape! Today, I’ll definitely seize your flesh body and refine it into a corpse puppet!"

The blood-colored escape light approached closely, accompanied by the arrogant laughter of a sinister voice.

The escape light dissipated, revealing a blood-robed youth with a twisted expression.

This person was none other than Wu Qichen, the Saint Child of Corpse Refining Sect.

Initially complacent, his laughter ceased abruptly as his gaze swept over the spiritual boat and landed on Shen Xuan, who seemed as profound as a mountain.

"This is bad! It’s a Core Formation True Master!"

Wu Qichen felt as though he were plunged into an ice cavern upon sensing this.

He had just been too carried away with his success.

"Junior Wu Qichen, a direct disciple of Master Xuan Shi of Corpse Refining Sect, greets the True Master!"

Wu Qichen quickly adapted, suppressing his inner shock, hurriedly bowed, and announced his master’s name.

Master Xuan Shi is the Demon Lord and a Holy Pill figure within the Corpse Refining Sect.

Across the whole of Liang Country, his reputation was formidable.

Ordinary Core Formation True Masters were no match for him.

According to the tacit agreement between Daoist Sect and Demon Sect of Song and Liang Countries, combat forces above Core Formation Realm, regardless of which side, are not supposed to intervene.

Nor to act against Foundation Establishment Realm disciples from either side.

Otherwise, the scale of the war could expand, potentially leading to full-blown sect wars between the countries.

This was something that both Song and Liang Countries wished to avoid.

Thus, despite his surprise, Wu Qichen was not overly terrified.

He had pursued too urgently and couldn’t halt suddenly.

Facing the True Master of Song Country now, turning to flee would not be faster than the opponent.

It would instead provide the opponent with an excuse to strike.

Better to announce his master’s name and intimidate the opponent.

"Poof!"

At this moment, Wang Hao, who had barely stabilized himself, succumbed to his injuries, staggering as he spat a mouthful of clotted blood, his complexion growing paler.

"Senior Brother Wang, your injuries..."

Mo Kexin asked with concern.

"It’s nothing. My organs were shaken by demonic qi, a moment of meditation will suffice."

Wang Hao waved his hand, took out an elixir, swallowed it, and appeared calm.

With the chancellor present.

The once arrogant Wu Qichen was mere insignificance.

"Come aboard." Shen Xuan said indifferently.

"Yes!"

Wang Hao leapt onto the spiritual boat, immediately sat cross-legged, and circulated energy to dissolve the medicine’s potency.

Opposite, Wu Qichen maintained his bowed posture, his eyes darting about intensely as his mind raced.

"Chancellor!"

He sensitively caught how Wang Hao addressed the middle-aged scholar, and his heart suddenly sank!

Wang Hao, originating from Starlight Island, calling this "Chancellor"...

Could it possibly be...

A terrifying name that was avoided at all costs by Liang Country’s demon cultivators surged into his mind.

If it truly was that person...

Not just himself, even Master Xuan Shi would shrink away, avoiding confrontation.

Wu Qichen’s scalp tingled, cold sweat streamed like rain, his body stiffened like iron, and he dared not even breathe heavily.

Below the Core Formation Realm, he rarely encountered adversaries.

Yet, facing a true Daoist Sect great power, he dared not act rashly.

He could only hope the other party honored the tacit Daoist Demon War agreement between Song and Liang Countries, refusing to bully the weak.

Shen Xuan remarked softly, "I had no intention of disputing with juniors like you."

His gaze fell on Wu Qichen, as if he were observing a lifeless object.

"But your aura is steeped in blood and malevolence, haunted by vengeful spirits, laden with sins with no resolution. Go now to the Underworld for punishment."

"No! Spare me, senior! Junior is willing to..."

Wu Qichen howled desperately, exerting all his strength in activating demon techniques, transforming into a streak of blood light, trying his utmost to escape.

It was inevitably futile.

Shen Xuan pointed his fingers like a sword, aimed at the panic-stricken escaping blood shadow, and lightly flicked in mid-air.

A silver sword gleam flashed fleetingly at his fingertip.

"Boom!"

A deep, muffled explosion sounded.

Wu Qichen emitted a chilling scream.

His Dantian Demon Foundation exploded violently.

The rampant demonic qi broke free from constraint, surging out madly and retaliating.

In just a few breaths, Wu Qichen was stripped of flesh and blood, reduced to a scorched skeleton entwined by demonic qi.

Shen Xuan swept his robe, collecting the skeleton, storage pouch, and demon artifact.

The spiritual boat resumed its journey.

Still unhurried, it flew steadily.

Along the way, Wang Hao supplemented information about the Cultivation Realm of Song Country and Starlight Island.

The details mostly aligned with those provided by Mo Xin.

However, he disclosed a top-secret intelligence.

Among Liang Country’s six Demon Sects, aside from Hehuan Sect, the upper echelons of the other five sects had essentially all sided with the Demon Race.

The Daoist Demon War between Song and Liang Countries was merely a facade.

Various signs indicated that as soon as Hehuan Sect allied with the Demon Race.

Liang Country’s six Demon Sects would initiate a national war against Song Country.

Not a small-scale training maneuver like the Daoist Demon War.

But an extermination war aiming to extinguish country and sect.

"Chancellor Li instructed disciples to head to the Song and Liang border to counter Liang Country Demon Sect infiltration. The disciples are of shallow cultivation and not opponents for the Demon Sect’s Saint Children!"