Cultivation: I Have Studied Abroad in the Modern World-Chapter 455 - 248: Surrendered Too Early, One Finger _3

"He is who?"

"True Inheritor of Supreme Dao, for reasons unknown he defected from Supreme Dao and joined our Holy Sect. His methods are not only exceptional, but he has also won the Saint Ancestor’s favor... Now it is difficult for us to communicate with Saint Ancestor, but he can."

"Zhang, retreat! This man is dangerous!"

Zheng Fa said as soon as he heard.

Although Zheng Fa had never heard of Xuanwei turning to darkness and enhancing one’s power, anyone capable of forsaking the path of Supreme Dao within the Xuanwei Five Sects, and now rising rapidly in status...

Better let Master Cheng Kong handle this himself!

Zhang, along with Master Pang and the others, quickly retreated, but the Netherworld Immortal seemed not to care about them, and just smiled and looked at Master Cheng Kong.

"Did you refine the Yin Yang Rakshasa?"

Before he spoke, Master Cheng Kong fiercely stared at the Blood Banner, his eyes filled with shock and rage.

Zheng Fa then realized, the bloody and resentful aura on that Blood Banner, actually came from the Yin Yang Rakshasa...

"He doesn’t trust me, yet he’s powerless, unable to gather sufficient essence blood for Saint Ancestor..." The Netherworld Immortal caressed the flagpole in his hand, matter-of-factly saying, "Better to offer his own essence blood to aid the resurrection of Saint Ancestor."

"His entire body’s Divinity Transformation essence blood should be enough."

Zheng Fa felt a buzzing noise by his side and turning his head, he saw Blood River Ancestor’s flying sword trembling beneath him.

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"Once inside the Blood Slaughter Flag, there’s no living again."

Zheng Fa sighed inwardly, to slay demons and eradicate devils, one must still look to the Demon Sect itself!

Master Cheng Kong clenched his teeth and said coldly, "You betrayed our Supreme Dao and now you wish to betray the Demon Sect as well?"

"Betrayal?" Netherworld Immortal chuckled, replying, "I’m merely exhausting all my thoughts for the Saint Ancestor’s resurrection."

Master Cheng Kong’s fingers tightened, and the Qingjing Bamboo he held shook lightly, as if he was about to make a move.

However, the Netherworld Immortal was not at all afraid, but instead looked at the Qingjing Bamboo, shaking his head with a smile, "This Qingjing Bamboo, how many more times can it be used?"

"When I left, it had already started having issues, it can be used at most five more times."

"Bloody River, you’ve used it once."

"To break my Five Directions Blood Killing Banner’s formation, you used it again."

"Four Divinity Transformations, how many times did you use it? Twice, or three times?"

The Netherworld Immortal, familiar with the Qingjing Bamboo, slowly counted on his fingers.

Master Cheng Kong’s expression grew uglier and uglier, and only then did Zheng Fa realize that the Qingjing Bamboo seemed nearly withered and on the verge of dying.

"You calculated this? Sent them to their deaths?... No, wait, how could you know?"

"No, it was their own choice. However, Jiang, don’t you know who was the last person to wield this Qingjing Bamboo?"

The Netherworld Immortal countered with a question.

"You?"

"You weren’t told by your master... oh, maybe he didn’t know either, the Qingjing Bamboo’s problems, are my doing."

"..."

"Otherwise, how do you think a Supreme Dao traitor could have won the Saint Ancestor’s favor?"

"..."

Zheng Fa felt more and more that this Netherworld Immortal was somewhat twisted, and quietly began to retreat with Zhang and the Sun and Moon Clock.

"Why do you do this!" Master Cheng Kong grew even angrier, "You were highly regarded within the sect, and seen as the next head. Your defection nearly cost your senior uncle his life during the Heart Demon Tribulation."

"Why?" The Netherworld Immortal’s smile deepened, as if he heard something hilarious, "Back then, my Master asked me the same question."

"It seems he didn’t tell you my answer."

Master Cheng Kong paused, a look of doubt in his eyes.

Everyone gazed at the Netherworld Immortal, whose gaze seemed distant, as if recalling something, and he softly uttered the answer, "He taught me."

"...Master taught you to betray the sect, join the Demon Sect, and be driven by the Demon Ancestor?"

Master Cheng Kong’s words were filled with disbelief.

"Truly the clueless question my motives. The way of Supreme Dao is inherently flawed, I seek to take the Demon Sect’s Skills, to complement and integrate both, what’s termed being driven is merely a small price for achieving Dao."

"...He taught me, oh no, it was what Supreme Dao taught us, was it not, to achieve Dao? Collaborating with the Demon Ancestor isn’t impossible either, right?" The Netherworld Immortal continued with a mocking look in his eyes, "For example, to deal with that Venerated one, no?"

Zheng Fa glanced sideways and saw Blood River Ancestor’s confused expression, while the three disciples from Xuanwei Five Sects were rendered speechless. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Obviously, they knew some insider information.

Seeing the three of them silent, the Netherworld Immortal seemed even more amused, his body radiating with glory, and in a flash became a golden divine figure, standing before everyone.

"Jiang, how does my Pure Yang Primordial Spirit compare to yours?"

Zheng Fa was a bit speechless.

Is there even a need for comparison?

These two spirits were certainly not of the same voltage!

Originally, Master Cheng Kong’s spirit appeared solemn and dignified, as if an Immortal God descended to dust.

But before the Netherworld Immortal, his spirit seemed dim and petty, resembling a counterfeit—naturally, this was due to his significant expenditures.

But the Netherworld Immortal’s accomplishment in the Yang God was truly extraordinary.

How did he escape and manage to practice the Supreme Dao’s method to such an extent?

A traitor practicing better than Master Cheng Kong... those previous mocking words, took on several layers of depth.

"Did you come here just to tell me this?" Master Cheng Kong picked up the Qingjing Bamboo, and seemed unable to hold back any longer.

"No, the Five Blood Slaughter Flags have been refined..."

Zheng Fa was stunned, slowly turning to look at the Blood River Ancestor beside him, whose expression was worse than when Master Pang had stepped on his face earlier.

It was understandable, he had already defected, but the Netherworld Immortal told him there was still a chance...

Too late!

"I came, not for you, nephew." The Netherworld Immortal turned his gaze to someone else, raised a finger and smiled, "This Qingjing Bamboo, the rumored treasure of that Buddha’s enlightenment, can only be used once more."

"After one use, it will be gone."

"Aren’t you going to make a move?"

The person his finger pointed at was none other than Wuzhi from Leiyin Temple!

"Master Cheng Kong, pardon my rudeness!"

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