Divine Transcendence

Chapter 331: Cultivator will never be a slave

Eight years ago? Wugou City? A girl in white?

These three terms flashed through Chen Shang's mind, and a faint image of a mischievous girl appeared before his eyes.

He had always been fond of women since his youth, often using his family's power to capture mortal women from the common folk. Eventually, mortal women could no longer satisfy his appetite, so he began targeting low-level rogue cultivator women who had no power or influence.

He also had a habit of killing the women he abandoned to avoid any unnecessary trouble later.

The girl in the white dress had just stepped onto the path of immortality. Her mischievous yet pure demeanor and her stubborn refusal to yield left a deep impression on him. Since he had seen her, he naturally wouldn't let her go.

Chen Shang carefully recalled the girl's appearance, which bore some resemblance to Feng Ling in front of him. Could they be father and daughter?

His heart sank, but he said, "Fellow Daoist Feng, I don't know what you're talking about. I grew up in Wugou City but left over twenty years ago to join the Returning to Origin Sect. I haven't been back since. You must be mistaken."

"Is that so? Then let me help you remember." Feng Ling slowly rotated the blue long knife in his hand, its sharp blade cutting into Chen Shang's internal organs.

"Ah..." Chen Shang let out a piercing scream.

"I really don't know what you're talking about. I'm the direct descendant of the Chen family in Wugou City and an inner disciple of the Returning to Origin Sect. You can't kill me..." Chen Shang pleaded in pain.

"Heh, quite a background you have. You must have done many such heinous things. Was it this hand that did it?" Feng Ling's lips curled into a cruel smile as he stomped on Chen Shang's right hand with force.

With a "crack," Chen Shang's entire hand shattered into a mess of flesh and bone fragments.

Amid Chen Shang's screams and terrified gaze, Feng Ling stomped on his other hand, turning it into a similar mess.

Chen Shang screamed in agony, his eyes filled with fear and despair as he looked at Feng Ling.

He realized that Feng Ling didn't care whether he confessed or not; he just wanted him to die slowly in pain and torment.

"I found out five years ago that you were the culprit. To avenge my daughter, I've been watching you every moment for the past five years. But you were too cowardly, always hiding in safe places. Even in this mine, you cowered in the Returning to Origin Sect disciples' quarters. If it weren't for someone's help this time, I don't know how long it would have taken to get my revenge!" Feng Ling said slowly, his foot stepping on Chen Shang's knee and crushing it.

Chen Shang's leg bone shattered, and he fainted from the excruciating pain.

"We don't have much time left; it's almost over." Hua Zhi's voice sounded in Feng Ling's ear.

Feng Ling was silent for a moment, then drew his blue long knife and swung it backward.

Blood splattered, and Chen Shang's head flew off.

"I've fulfilled my promise to you and the master, helping you complete your revenge. What about the thing you promised?" Hua Zhi continued to ask through voice transmission.

"Don't worry, everything is arranged. Just follow the plan." Feng Ling sheathed his long knife and said.

"Alright." Hua Zhi responded, and her voice completely disappeared.

A commotion came from the front; a few Qi refining stage guard disciples patrolling the dormitory area had vaguely heard the noise and were rushing over.

"Perfect timing, you can all die together!" Feng Ling's eyes flashed with hatred as he charged forward with his knife.

These Qi refining stage cultivators were no match for Feng Ling and were all killed in an instant.

After killing several enemies, Feng Ling felt a bit calmer. He grabbed the storage bags of Chen Shang and the Qi refining stage cultivators and headed straight into the dormitory.

In a larger room deeper in the dormitory area, over twenty Foundation Establishment stage cultivator mine slaves were gathered, including She Yu, Xu Che, and Wu Lu.

No one spoke, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, the ground in front of them cracked open, and a dozen purple-black vines shot out, wrapping around the neck rings of everyone in the room.

There was a slight commotion, but no one dodged.

A surge of powerful demonic energy poured from the vines, destroying the restrictions within the neck rings.

The neck rings of a dozen people shattered with a "snap" and fell to the ground.

Various colors of light shone from their bodies as their magical power was fully restored.

"According to the plan, let's begin!" said a bald man, and the dozen or so people who had regained their magical power rushed out.

Hua Zhi's vines shot out again, breaking the neck rings of the remaining Foundation Establishment stage cultivators.

Zuo Qinghui, She Yu, Xu Che, and Wu Lu were among them. She Yu and Xu Che's bodies glowed with bright yellow light, indicating they practiced earth attribute techniques.

These people also rushed out to free other cultivator mine slaves from their neck rings.

She Yu, Xu Che, and Wu Lu were about to follow when Zuo Qinghui called them back.

With a wave of his sleeve, two magical artifacts and two Earth Escape Talismans appeared on the ground.

"There are many formation eyes in the cave's protective array. She Yu, Xu Che, you both practice earth attribute techniques. Use these magical artifacts and Earth Escape Talismans to help the master destroy those formation eye pillars," Zuo Qinghui said. Earlier, when Hua Zhi freed him from his neck ring, she had also returned his storage artifacts.

She Yu and Xu Che agreed, took the artifacts and talismans, and immediately burrowed into the ground.

Zuo Qinghui turned to Wu Lu, about to assign him a task.

However, Wu Lu, who had been standing nearby, was nowhere to be seen.

Zuo Qinghui was stunned. He had been using his spiritual consciousness to monitor the surroundings but hadn't noticed when Wu Lu disappeared.

But he didn't dwell on it and flew out to join the action of freeing the neck rings.

One freed two, two freed four, four freed eight...

In a very short time, four or five dozen cultivator mine slaves had gained their freedom and restored their magical power.

Breaking the neck rings required Foundation Establishment stage power, so Zuo Qinghui and the others chose to free only Foundation Establishment stage cultivators.

The magical artifacts brought by Hua Zhi and Feng Ling were distributed, but there were still far too few. Only a few people had artifacts, while most were still empty-handed.

Even so, four or five dozen Foundation Establishment stage cultivators were already a formidable force.

Zhou Peng was among the first to be freed, but instead of feeling much joy at escaping the neck ring's restraint, his expression was full of anxiety and even a bit of confusion.

At that moment, the Returning to Origin Sect cultivators in the underground cavern finally noticed the commotion in the dormitory area. A dozen Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, along with dozens of Qi refining stage cultivators, charged over.

Zhu Si and Liao Zhong, who had left not long ago, were among them.

Zhou Peng had been imprisoned by the Returning to Origin Sect for many years and had long developed a deep-seated fear of the sect's guard disciples. Seeing a large number of Returning to Origin Sect cultivators charging at them, each with a murderous look, he immediately showed fear and retreated, losing all fighting spirit.

Many cultivators were like Zhou Peng, showing fear and retreating, their morale plummeting.

"Never be slaves, kill!"

Feng Ling had anticipated this situation and shouted, charging forward with his blue long knife towards Zhu Si!

Behind him, a few loyal subordinates also activated their newly acquired artifacts and followed Feng Ling in the attack.

Facing Feng Ling's assault, Zhu Si didn't hesitate. He formed a seal with his hands, and silver light flashed around him, shooting out nine small silver swords, each radiating a powerful aura.

The small swords circled briefly before clashing with the blue long knife.

Zuo Qinghui knew this was a critical moment. If they couldn't inspire the mine slaves' will to escape, all their previous efforts might be in vain.

"Fellow Daoists, my master has already engaged Elder Hai. If we can defeat these Returning to Origin Sect cultivators, we can escape their clutches. The world will be ours to roam. What are you waiting for? Never be slaves, fight for freedom!" Zuo Qinghui also shouted, summoning the Blood Star Cylinder.

The Blood Star Cylinder emitted a blinding blood-red light, and a blood-colored projectile shot out, aiming at another leader, Liao Zhong.

Liao Zhong had seen the power of the Blood Star Cylinder before and was very wary. He quickly summoned a black gold shield and a large yellow banner, stacking them in front of him.

The spiritual power fluctuations from the black gold shield and the yellow banner were strong, indicating their high quality.

The blood-colored projectile hit the black gold shield with a "puff" sound, easily piercing through both artifacts and continuing towards Liao Zhong.

Liao Zhong's expression changed dramatically. He quickly moved sideways, his body glowing white, forming a white light shield around him.

With a "hiss," the blood-colored projectile easily penetrated the white light shield and hit Liao Zhong's chest, melting into it.

A bowl-sized blood hole appeared in Liao Zhong's chest, rapidly expanding, melting not only flesh but also bone.

Blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he fell to the ground, convulsing a few times before dying, his body quickly turning into a pool of pus.

The nearby Returning to Origin Sect cultivators were shocked, their faces filled with fear!

Zuo Qinghui was not surprised. He had studied the Blood Star Cylinder for over a year and had fully grasped its secrets.

The cylinder could melt demonic beast corpses, refining them into blood-colored projectiles with strong corrosive effects. Its power was unmatched.

Currently, there were four blood-colored projectiles in the cylinder. The one he had used earlier against Cui Wuran was made from a second-level demonic beast's corpse.

To boost morale and ensure a kill, he had used the earliest projectile, made from a suspected third-level demonic beast. Even a Nascent Soul stage cultivator might not withstand it, let alone Liao Zhong.

Puff, puff, puff!

The ground nearby cracked, and dozens of thick vines shot out, enveloping the Returning to Origin Sect guards who were frightened by the Blood Star Cylinder.

"Never be slaves! Let's go!"

"Never be slaves! Kill!"

The other mine slaves, seeing the leader of the Returning to Origin Sect killed, suddenly awakened and roared, activating their artifacts and spells, charging forward.

The mine slaves had the numerical advantage in Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, and with Hua Zhi, Zuo Qinghui, and others, the Returning to Origin Sect disciples were at a disadvantage and began to retreat.

However, under the command of a few Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, the Returning to Origin Sect disciples gradually stabilized. Although they were in a disadvantageous position, they did not immediately collapse.

Meanwhile, more guard disciples from the surrounding area continued to join the battle, leading to a stalemate.

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