My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

88  Chapter 88 Peerless Swordsman Strikes the Scorpion

"Master, since the seal is about to break, why don't we lend it a helping hand? After all, once the seal is broken, Master will also be freed from many troubles."

Just then, a laugh came from behind.

Under the moonlight outside the hall, a figure stood at the doorway, his wide sleeves fluttering in the wind, his skin as wrinkled as tree bark, his sinister eyes looking at Fa Zhi.

"Benefactor Zhang," Fa Zhi saw the person and sighed, "Once the seal is broken, there will be calamities across the world. Are you aware of this?"

"Nonsense."

Zhang Zhixing took a deep breath and said, "Beneath this seal lies the spiritual energy of nature. What calamities could there be? Besides, if I acquire this spiritual energy, why should I care about others?"

"Amitabha."

Fa Wu glanced at Zhang Zhixing and then pressed his hands together in prayer.

Fa Zhi put down the wooden fish he was holding and slowly said, "Benefactor Zhang, have you forgotten that you too are among the people of this world?"

Zhang Zhixing sneered, "Master Fa Zhi, I'm not ignorant of the grand principles, but today I'm not here to debate with you. I must obtain this strand of nature's spiritual energy."

Having said that, Zhang Zhixing stepped forward.

"Boom!"

What seemed like a casual step contained extremely violent inner strength; the moment his toe touched the ground, ripples emanated from the center, causing the entire hall to shake violently.

"Such powerful inner strength!"

Fa Wu felt a chill in his heart and his heart began to pound uncontrollably.

Keep in mind he was a First Grade cultivator, yet facing Zhang Zhixing's probing step, he felt utterly powerless — a testament to Zhang Zhixing's terrifying strength.

"Benefactor, why do you cling to your delusions?"

Fa Zhi pressed his hands together and then placed them in front of his chest.

"Buzz, buzz!"

As Fa Zhi pressed his hands together, beams of golden light suddenly pierced forth behind him, as dazzling and blinding as the sun in the night, unbearable to the eyes.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

The two Qi Forces collided fiercely, sending violent shockwaves spreading crazily in all directions.

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An Jing, dressed in a cyan robe, dashed through the foliage with great speed. Although it was only his second visit, he was already quite familiar with Fa Xi Temple.

Soon, he arrived at the mountain gate of Fa Xi Temple.

The last visit was during Buddhism's Ullambana Festival, and it was daytime, bustling with people; now, however, the temple was utterly silent, with only the breeze and the low chirping of nocturnal insects.

An Jing leaped, easily scaling the over ten-meter-high courtyard wall, and landed on the ground as swiftly as a swallow.

"Hm!?"

Suddenly, the ground shook violently.

"A master?!"

An Jing slightly raised his brows and quickly moved towards the source of the vibration.

Merely from the sound of the vibrating inner strength, he knew the two fighters were definitely not low-level cultivators.

An Jing stepped on the eaves and soon arrived in front of the grand doors of Vilu Hall.

"Hm!?"

Just as he was about to step in, a dark shadow swiftly struck towards his lower leg.

Clang---!

An Jing's palm reflexively reached for the hilt of his sword, and with a swing, cold light flashed, imprinting a trail of frost on the ground.

"Pfft!"

The shadow split in two, blood spraying everywhere; upon closer inspection, it was a thumb-sized poisonous snake.

After being sliced in half by the sword Qi, the snake's body still twitched continuously.

"These snakes..."

An Jing felt odd. Fa Xi Temple was located in the deep mountains; it was normal for poisonous snakes to appear. An Jing had also gone herb gathering in the mountains. As long as one did not invade the snakes' territory, they usually wouldn't attack.

Before he could collect his thoughts, several more poisonous snakes appeared around him, rushing towards him.

"Seems like there is a snake-handling expert here."

An Jing narrowed his eyes, and his sword swept through the air.

The cold sword light spit out from his blade.

"Shick!"

The several snakes were instantly split in half.

"Impressive swordsmanship!"

A chilly voice came from a distance. An Jing followed the voice and saw, under the moonlight, a graceful woman whose beauty was celestial, yet her eyes carried a hint of cold light.

This person was none other than Miss Dai, whom An Jing had encountered at the night market.

An Jing, seeing Dai Ling, muttered to himself, "As expected, these two indeed came for nature's spiritual energy. Perhaps, Zhang Zhixing is currently within Vilu Hall."

"You flatter me," An Jing said indifferently.

"Sir, the Five Poison Sect will claim this strand of nature's spiritual energy," Dai Ling stated, her voice somewhat cold.

Five Poison Sect!?

An Jing then recalled, it seemed Zhou Xianming had once mentioned that the Five Poison Sect had a member named Zhang Zhixing, who possessed extremely great strength. Additionally, the Sect Leader of the Five Poison Sect was Dai Danshu, a highly skilled and ruthlessly cunning individual. Knowing that this Miss Dai hailed from the Five Poison Sect, it was clear she had close ties with Dai Danshu.

The Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion had ranked the entire Great Yan Martial World into seven gangs and five sects, also establishing the Jianghu Dragon and Tiger List. Although somewhat biased, they were generally somewhat credible, otherwise they wouldn't have been so popular among the people of Jianghu.

The most controversial were the rankings on the Dragon and Tiger List. Every year, masters rose to fame in Jianghu, and these individuals were not recorded on the list, appearing as if out of thin air, mingling among the old Jianghu folks who knew that some highly skilled masters were extremely strong but not listed in the Dragon and Tiger List—these were the hidden masters of the current age.

Comparatively, there was much less controversy about the seven gangs and five sects, although Zhenyi Sect was an exception.

In the eyes of the world, it should be termed as six sects instead of five because Zhenyi Sect's strength was so formidable that it was not on the same level as the other six sects.

Besides Zhenyi Sect and the highly esteemed Xuanyi Guard, the six major sects were the top forces in the Great Yan Martial World, an indisputable fact.

The strength of these six sects was in some respects even greater than the five gangs, as each sect had centuries of history, profound heritage, and reclusive experts that ordinary Jianghu people dared not provoke.

"So what if it's the Five Poison Sect?"

An Jing's tone was dismissive. He had come to retrieve his own blue opportunity, so how could he possibly leave just because of a few words from Dai Ling.

"Then don't blame me for being rude!"

Dai Ling's gaze chilled as she thrust her palm forward.

The two were several meters apart when Dai Ling's palm strike surged forward, filling the air with its whistling sound.

An Jing stood his ground. He felt as if the palm strike was not just coming from directly in front of him but from all directions, as if he were caught in a vast spider web, becoming prey trapped in this web.

"Swoosh!" "Swoosh!"

He shifted his body, easily dodging the palm strike, then like an arrow, he shot toward Dai Ling, his longsword aimed straight at her throat.

The moment An Jing sprung up, Dai Ling's hair stood on end, and her heart raced to her throat.

Such a sensation only occurred when facing a swordsman with an extremely high realm in Sword Dao.

She dared not be careless, and her inner strength started circulating at full force.

"Crack!" "Crack!"

The temperature around them plummeted suddenly. Then, strands of ice appeared, shimmering under the moonlight, and solidified into chunks of ice, gradually forming an indestructible wall of ice.

Ice Scorpion City!

Dai Ling practiced the Scorpion Martial Arts and the Heavenly Scorpion Technique. With the help of her father, Dai Danshu, she had consumed a millennium-old piece of Frost Jade from a young age, making her inner strength contain Ice Breath. When executing the Heavenly Hand, her inner strength could condense into strands of Ice Breath, greatly enhancing its power.

An Jing's expression remained indifferent, his longsword continuing to pierce forward.

Just as the sword tip collided with the ice wall, at the very center where the sword tip was, dense cracks formed, spreading out like a spider web.

"Bang!"

The seemingly indestructible ice wall failed to stop An Jing even for a moment. His sword tip continued to thrust forward, straight toward Dai Ling's throat.

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As Dai Ling hastily moved aside, An Jing's swordsmanship had already reached an advanced level. Although he missed her throat, his sword tip flicked directly toward Dai Ling's heart.

"Shh!"

The sword stroke was as nimble as an antelope hanging its horns, incredibly clever and precise as it struck right at Dai Ling's chest.

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"Hm! Inner Armor?"

An Jing paused, thinking to himself.

Typically, Inner Armor was worn inside one's clothing, mostly woven from precious metals and millennium-old vines, not only impervious to blades and spears but also able to withstand some of the impact of Qi Force, making it a life-saving treasure rarely seen in Jianghu.

"Tap, tap, tap...."

Although he hadn't pierced through Dai Ling's body, the force still shook her, causing her to stagger back repeatedly.

Once she steadied herself, her face turned deathly pale, then flushed red, her eyes fiercely fixed on the swordsman in the dark blue cloak before her.

"Such hardness? But I prefer them soft," An Jing coldly sneered.

"Are you that peerless swordsman!?"

Dai Ling, both angry and annoyed, suddenly recalled the recently famous Sword Dao master from Jiangnan Dao.

Initially, she had scoffed at this swordsman, wondering how an unknown could turn Jiangnan Dao upside down and even leave the Cao Gang and the Xuanyi Guard helpless against him.

Now, witnessing the swordsman's strength herself, she realized that the rumors within Jianghu were not all exaggerated.

With her Second Grade cultivation, if she hadn't had her Inner Armor, she might have been pierced through by the swordsman's blade just now.

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