"Bang."

Li Qingfeng clasped his hands together, and a massive suction force reappeared.

Jiang Xiao roared, "Are you crazy? Forcibly using your Cultivation Technique with damaged Meridians, you..."

"If I turn into a disgusting, neither-human-nor-ghost abomination like you."

"I’d rather die!"

Black vortices erupted from Xiao Pang’s pores, and the filthy blood from the Blood Refining Array surged towards him like rivers flowing into the sea.

Li Qingfeng thought fiercely, "If the Heaven Swallowing Cultivation Technique, with such a grand name, can’t even absorb this much blood mist..."

"Then it shouldn’t look for any Legacy either; let’s be buried together with me!"

Xiao Pang’s eyes were bloodshot, and blood seeped from his seven orifices.

Jiang Xiao discovered in horror that not only the blood mist in the array, but even the essence blood within his body began to boil uncontrollably.

The ancient well exploded with a roar, and the soaring blood mist was forcefully cut off.

"How is this possible!?"

He shrieked shrilly and summoned his black Flying Sword.

However, his control over this Flying Sword relied on the blood mist from the great array, and at this moment, his Heart-Nature was unstable, causing it to waver.

But Senior Sister Qin Ying’s ice-blue Flying Sword had already arrived, engaging him in battle.

Jiang Xiao roared unwillingly, his voice tinged with panic, "Boy! Without the enhancement of my Blood Refining Ancient Scroll’s Cultivation Technique, this essence blood will not only fail to increase your cultivation, but it will also erode your heart and Meridians due to different origins, eventually causing your body to explode!"

Xiao Pang completely ignored him.

Because at this moment, Li Qingfeng’s ears were already drowned by the sound of blood surging like a tide and the roaring of his Cultivation Technique.

He couldn’t hear what he was saying.

The sky-high blood mist was about to merge into Li Qingfeng’s body.

"Om—"

A blue Spiritual Light isolated the blood mist from Li Qingfeng.

"?"

Gu Qingqing had woken up at some point.

Her tender little face was full of courage, and she held a precious jade in her hand, emitting a faint glow.

She had just woken up, and truthfully, she had very little Spiritual Qi left in her body, yet she still forcefully absorbed Spiritual Qi from Spirit Stones while activating the precious jade to protect Li Qingfeng.

Everyone was fighting desperately, for nothing else.

Only for a glimmer of hope, only for the two words: ’to live’.

Song Yan no longer held back, injecting Spiritual Qi into the liangyi pearl and condensing the Sword Qi from the Zhen Dao Sword Mansion onto his fingertips.

Black and white runes slowly floated out from the liangyi pearl, like chains, entangling the black Flying Sword.

The demonic flame on the sword body suddenly dimmed, emitting a piercing wail.

The Blood Refining Array had actually stopped functioning at this moment!

For Jiang Xiao, this felt like the wheels of a carriage being jammed by two stinking, hard rotten pieces of wood; no matter how fast the magnificent steed ran, the carriage could no longer turn... "This is impossible!"

He was extremely unwilling, "What kind of logic is this!!!"

Logic?

Opportunistic, heretical Dao!

Song Yan sneered in his heart.

Almost at the same time as he activated the liangyi pearl in his left hand, a Sword Core began to gather at his right fingertip.

Unlike the first one, which was simulated by Spiritual Qi, this extremely condensed Sword Dao True Core flew out from the Dao Mansion, circling and converging at his fingertip. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Now, possessing the Sword Dao Seed and the lotus-shaped Sword Qi formed by the absorption and expulsion of Spiritual Qi, the condensation of Sword Dao True Core, though still greatly consuming, no longer required a long time.

Senior Sister Qin was not a fool; her entire body’s Spiritual Qi surged wildly, and the frost Spiritual Qi transformed into a sky full of wind and snow.

She carved an abstruse rune in front of her with her fingertip.

Om—

Song Yan’s fingertip glowed brightly, and the Sword Core shot out rapidly, piercing and dissolving Jiang Xiao’s already chaotic and temporarily condensed protective Spiritual Armor.

Senior Sister Qin’s gaze was bone-chillingly cold, the Frost Sky Heart Scripture operated at full power, and the rune at her fingertip was finally completed.

Almost in the blink of an eye.

The entire Peach Blossom Dock had instantly turned into an ice cave.

Without protective Spiritual Qi, Jiang Xiao’s body, condensed from foul blood, was rapidly frozen by the extreme cold.

No... he found that at this moment, he seemed unable to even speak.

No, no... I haven’t taken revenge yet... I haven’t ascended to immortality yet... I...

Senior Sister Qin didn’t speak, nor did she give Jiang Xiao another chance to beg for mercy.

She raised her jade-like hand and clenched it from afar.

Jiang Xiao’s demonic body was rapidly covered with thicker frost and ice, until at a certain moment... it shattered with a crash.

Jiang Xiao’s lingering aura twisted and swayed in the swirling snow.

Finally, it dissipated completely.

"..."

A small paper figure stained with blood slowly crawled out, only to be pierced by Senior Sister Qin’s sword.

A bloody light rose from it, floating away into the air.

The situation was exactly the same as when the three demonic Cultivators outside Shiliang Town died.

"..."

Looking at Jiang Xiao, who had been completely annihilated, Song Yan felt relieved.

From Cultivation Technique to Spiritual Artifact, and then to the array core.

What could truly be called "demonic Cultivator" was inherently opportunistic, taking by force, and never as steady as being down-to-earth and progressing step by step.

If they didn’t encounter any methods that countered or targeted them, it would be fine.

A demonic Cultivator as unlucky as Jiang Xiao, whose body and Dao perished, couldn’t blame anyone else.

But... was he really unlucky?

Song Yan looked at Li Qingfeng, who had collapsed to the ground beside him, Gu Qingqing, who was weakly recovering, and Senior Sister Qin, who was sitting cross-legged with a frown, slowly circulating her Cultivation Technique to dispel the corrupt Qi...

Among the Cultivators of the world, countless beings, those who gain Opportunity due to strong Luck are as numerous as carp crossing a river.

If even an ordinary person like himself could cultivate ancient Sword Cultivator secret arts, what else was impossible?

Grandpa used to often tell him and Xiao He.

"Many people, when they are young, often think highly of themselves."

"Only after experiencing some years and seeing countless heroes in the world, will they gradually understand and accept their ordinariness and mediocrity..."

Cultivators are the same, aren’t they?

He obtained an Opportunity, always feeling it was unique in the world. He would then rise rapidly and become invincible.

But little did he know.

In this vast world, there are countless Cultivators whose Opportunity, Luck, and even Aptitude, Comprehension Ability, and Heart-Nature are no less than his own.

The Great Dao and Karma in this world are like a vast ocean... How could a mere mortal Cultivator, with a Luck mentality (lucky mentality), presume to fathom them?

...Bai Mansion.

"This time, thank you, Senior Sister Qin, and thank you, Senior and Junior Brothers and Sisters..."

Bai Zimo was somewhat thin, with a scholarly air.

Senior Sister Qin and Song Yan didn’t speak to continue the conversation, but Xiao Pang, unwilling to let the topic drop, said,

"No, no..."

The subsequent handling of Peach Blossom Dock was entrusted to the Linxi County Magistrate and the enshrined Bai Zimo.

"The villagers have all been properly buried."

"However, a villager named Chen Jiping cannot be found, and his remains are likely gone..."

"..."

None of them had any impression of this name.

However, how these minor matters were ultimately handled was not within the jurisdiction of the Cave Abyss Sect.

"That beggar at the village entrance..."

Song Yan suddenly spoke.

Bai Zimo was slightly stunned, as if his mind could only find the word "madman" in the end.

Then he sighed deeply and explained, "We investigated, and he was also a pitiful person."

"When Jiang Xiao was driven out of the sect, he harbored a lot of resentment and malice. Later, he somehow obtained that demonic Legacy, becoming even more lawless."

"He provoked Jiang Xiao, and his entire family was killed. Jiang Xiao deliberately left him alive..."

"Alas..."

He sighed deeply, seemingly unable to say more.

"However, now he has finally avenged himself."

"..."

Senior Sister Qin’s voice was still cold and emotionless: "With this matter concluded, let’s return to the sect quickly."

The three put down their teacups.

"Yes, Senior Sister."

"Uh... alright." Bai Zimo seemed to have some regrets: "May your immortal paths be splendid, Senior and Junior Brothers and Sisters, do not waste your precious time in the mortal world."

"I’ll see you off."

Out of politeness, Bai Zimo left the city with them.

Bai Lei, as Bai Zimo’s family servant, naturally accompanied them.

"Let’s stop here..."

Bai Zimo bowed to Bai Lei behind him.

"Then I wish you all a smooth journey."

Bai Lei looked up, only to find that except for Senior Sister Qin, who stood with her back to them, the other three had not moved. Instead, they had turned around and were staring at him.

Their gazes were intense.

Song Yan summoned his Flying Sword, wiped his fingertip across it, and Sword Qi emanated sharply.

He looked at Bai Lei.

"So..."

"Has my Senior Brother Bai Zimo been dead for some time?"

Bai Lei’s forehead broke out in a sweat: "Uh... honored immortals, what... what are you talking about?"

"I don’t understand..."

Li Qingfeng chuckled, "Jiang Xiao is dead, what are you thinking, not trying to escape, but playing the ’hiding in plain sight’ trick with us..."

"Are we perhaps unfamiliar with the words on that Blood Refining Ancient Scroll?"

Bai Lei’s pupils suddenly contracted, realizing something was wrong.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.