My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult-Chapter 196 - : A Murderous Intent Appears in the Righteous Manor

Chapter 196: Chapter 196: A Murderous Intent Appears in the Righteous Manor

Two days later, outside Beili City, at the entrance of the charitable estate.

The night was tranquil, with a waning moon hanging high, soft as fluff, light as a floating cloud, varying in depth, seemingly there and yet not.

Under a large tree stood two figures, An Jing and Luo Chongyang.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

An Jing’s body was still actively cycling the “Nameless Heart Scripture,” absorbing the spiritual energy from heaven and earth, nurturing his essence blood.

According to this pace, he wouldn’t need the several years Luo Chongyang spoke of. Half a year might suffice for a nearly full recovery.

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But, half a year was still a very long time for An Jing.

Luo Chongyang’s eyes flickered with light as he said, “Tomorrow, during the Yin hour, which is also when the Yin energy is the strongest, is the best time to enter the cave.”

An Jing nodded, “Then we shall rest at this charitable estate for a moment.”

However, they only needed to wait in this place for a day and a night.

Luo Chongyang took out a compass from his sleeve and said, “You go ahead and enter the charitable estate. Uncle-Master will check out the cave terrain. If I don’t return after a while, remember to enter the cave at the Yin hour.”

An Jing asked, “Does it take a whole day to check the terrain?”

Luo Chongyang responded as if it were obvious, “Of course, the cave’s terrain is complex, so naturally I must thoroughly explore it for my nephew.”

As he spoke, Luo Chongyang walked off into the distance.

An Jing watched his back, murmuring lowly, “This old Taoist, he probably has some schemes.”

Compared to Lou Xiangzhen’s sullen nature, Luo Chongyang was more like an old child at heart, possessing an unrestrained spirit and an ideal that transcended the secular world.

In this world, everyone has their own calculations, and not everything centers around oneself.

This trip to Beili Volcano, Luo Chongyang had his purpose, and An Jing had his. As long as they didn’t encroach on each other and had no conflict of interest, they could cooperate wholeheartedly.

An Jing turned and walked toward the charitable estate.

This estate was originally established as a school by a nearby clan. Later, for some reason, the entire clan moved away, leaving behind dozens of empty houses. The Court didn’t demolish them to provide convenience for travelers needing a place to rest.

Entering the house, An Jing casually chose a pile of straw to sit on, placing the Evil Suppressing Sword before his knees.

The “Sword Dao General Outline” states that there are many types of swordsmanship, but truly superior swordsmanship is rare. Among them, the Four Symbols Sword Ancestor’s Heavenly Dao Sword and Lou Xiangzhen’s Human Dao Sword are considered superior sword techniques.

Swordsmanship is a swordsman’s expression of essence, energy, and spirit, so the higher the level of swordsmanship, the more difficult it is to reach the Sixth Realm.

Yan Gang’s Fast Sword Dao, for example, is not considered a superior sword technique, neither is the famous Killing Sword Dao; most swordsmen in Jianghu train in such moderate swordsmanship.

An Jing had not considered any specific sword Dao to train in since he started sword training; his mind was more focused on integrating with all things, which is why he often referred to the Sword Dao General Outline.

Later, his intricate fusion of sword techniques surpassed both the Heavenly Dao Sword and the Human Dao Sword, yet was not recorded in the Sword Dao General Outline. It was like rootless duckweed, requiring him to explore and comprehend by himself.

An Jing touched the sword scabbard, his mind earnestly contemplating.

Just then, several hurried footsteps came from outside the charitable estate.

“Brother Wu, we’ve hurriedly covered seventy li; we should have shaken off Ning Cunzheng by now.”

“Sister Xu, there’s nowhere good to rest nearby; let’s make do in this charitable estate for tonight.”

“Then let’s just make do here for the night.”

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Several young men and women hurriedly entered, all appearing somewhat anxious.

They were all dressed in white robes, with the same crescent emblem on their chests, clearly all disciples of the same sect.

The leader was a young man with a horse face and a broad forehead, whose appearance was not handsome and could even be described as somewhat ugly. Beside him was a young girl whose looks were passable, but she was not stunningly beautiful. A few other young men and women followed these two, treating them as if they were stars surrounded by the moon.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Seeing the approaching figure, An Jing couldn’t help but let out a light cough.

“Who’s there!?”

One of the young women, startled by the sound, immediately called out in alarm.

The others appeared as though facing a formidable enemy, weapons in hand raised, as they looked over in the direction of the sound.

They saw a man in a black robe sitting cross-legged amongst the grass, coughing continuously.

Wu Hao, seeing this, let out a sigh of relief, “Junior Sister Xu, don’t panic, it turns out it’s just a sickly traveler.”

Xu Wanling’s heart, which had been in her throat, settled back in her stomach, “You startled me. I thought Ning Cunzheng had caught up to us.”

Wu Hao gave a laugh and said, “Let’s just make do here for the night. Junior Brother Zhang, Junior Brother Chen, start a fire and prepare something to eat.”

“Yes,” replied the two young men behind him, bustling about to start a fire.

Xu Wanling looked at An Jing with suspicion but seeing the man in the black robe lying on the grass pile, still coughing continuously and apparently not faking, she finally relaxed a little.

The campfire rose, crackling sounds filling the air, and soon the group of men and women began to talk in soft voices.

After a moment of contemplation, Wu Hao said, “We might have already shaken off Ning Cunzheng. It’s good we avoided him, otherwise, we’d be in grave danger.”

“My second senior uncle died at his hands, and now that he’s returned to Great Yan, his cultivation is even more formidable than before. Bearing our master’s orders, we must proceed with caution and absolutely cannot afford any mistakes.”

Xu Wanling frowned and added, “He has the cultivation of a Second Grade, yet he stoops to serving as a dog for Soul Seeker Mansion, working for Houjin. It’s a shame he doesn’t know the meaning of disgrace.”

The other disciples around them nodded in agreement, their expressions grave.

Although their voices were low, An Jing lying in the grass pile could hear everything clearly: it turns out that these people were disciples of the Yanhang Sect.

Apart from the seven major sects, there were a total of hundreds of sects of various sizes registered with the Ministry of Revenue in Great Yan.

Yanhang Sect was a sect with some reputation in Yun Hua Dao, but among the entire Great Yan Martial World, it could only be considered a second-tier sect. Its leader, Huang Tianhua, a practitioner at the Second Grade Realm, had a reputation for being charitable and friendly, garnering him quite a bit of fame.

Listening to their conversation, An Jing learned that both the young man with the surname Wu and the young woman named Xu were disciples of Huang Tianhua, and were considered outstanding among the younger generation of the Yanhang Sect.

Within a sect, there is a world of Jianghu.

An Jing had encountered the wide world of Jianghu since starting his journey. Underneath this vast martial world were countless smaller worlds of Jianghu.

“It seems that Great Yan and Houjin will inevitably go to war given time, and Soul Seeker Mansion must be their preparation against the top fighters of the Great Yan Martial World,” An Jing thought quietly to himself after overhearing their conversation.

He had, of course, heard of Soul Seeker Mansion, an organization Houjin used to rally martial artists from Great Yan, Zhao Country, and other places. It seemed there were many able fighters within it.

Suddenly, Xu Wanling pointed at the figure lying in the distant grass pile and suggested, “Brother Wu, why don’t we give him some food?”

Xu Wanling looked at the man in the black robe, alone and continuously coughing, and compassion arose in her heart.

“Alright,” agreed Wu Hao, picking up some dry food and quickly walking over to An Jing, “Friend, would you like something to eat? This is some of the best jerky we have.”

An Jing struggled to sit up and took the jerky, “Cough, cough… Thank you,” he replied.

“So pitiable,” Wu Hao said as he watched An Jing’s condition, shaking his head.

Carrying such a serious illness and lying alone in the middle of a charitable burial place, it made him wonder whether the sick man had no home to return to, possibly facing death with no one to collect his body.

“Sigh.”

Wu Hao returned to his fellow sect members and let out a sigh.

Xu Wanling asked curiously, “Brother Wu, what’s wrong?”

Wu Hao shook his head and replied, “It’s nothing. Just lamenting the chaotic state of the world.”

And in the distance, An Jing glanced at the dried meat in his hand and tasted a piece. It was fairly good, much tastier than the flatbread he had brought with him.

Suddenly, his brows furrowed, and he thought to himself, “Someone else is coming. There are two of them, one very close by the door, and the other about ninety feet away. The footsteps don’t belong to that old Taoist, and there’s a murderous intent…”

Meanwhile, the people of the Yanhang Sect were completely unaware that someone had already arrived outside the righteous manor, and were tidying up the place, preparing to lie down and rest.

“Found you.”

A cold voice sounded, echoing within the righteous manor.

A middle-aged man holding a spear stood outside the door, his murderous gaze not the slightest bit concealed.

“It’s Ning Cunzheng!”

Upon seeing the newcomer, Wu Hao felt as though he had been struck by a bolt from the blue.

The other disciples of the Yanhang Sect also turned pale, never expecting to be caught by the man before them after all their efforts to hide.

Ning Cunzheng’s lips curled into a cold smile, “You little fellows, keep hiding. I’d like to see where you can run to now.”

Xu Wanling bit her lip and coldly shouted, “Ning Cunzheng, you should show some respect as an elder of the Great Yan Martial World, always bullying the young, and what’s more, you’ve thrown in your lot with the Soul Seeker Mansion, becoming Houjin’s groveling dog. How pathetic.”

Ning Cunzheng’s eyes held a hint of cold indifference and mockery, “What does a little girl like you know? Being alive anywhere is better than lying dead on the ground.”

“Today this old man will smash your heads, and then I’ll see how Huang Tianhua reacts when I place them before him.”

As he spoke, Ning Cunzheng waved his spear, and a fierce spear energy pierced through.

With his Second Grade Cultivation, dealing with these youngsters was naturally a piece of cake.

Even Xu Wanling and Wu Hao together were merely at Fifth Grade Cultivation.

“Bang Bang Bang Bang!”

A single wave of spear energy swept over, and all the disciples of the Yanhang Sect fell to the ground.

“Your heads, Ning will take them.”

Ning Cunzheng’s eyes turned frosty, and just as he was about to raise his spear to kill, his brows suddenly furrowed deeply.

He felt as if he’d lost all his strength, his body and palms seemingly nailed in place, unable to move.

“Could there be a ghost within this righteous manor?”

Cold sweat appeared on Ning Cunzheng’s forehead.

He had never encountered such a bizarre situation before.

It wasn’t just Ning Cunzheng, everyone from the Yanhang Sect equally found that they could not move at all.

Xu Wanling was also in a great panic, asking, “Brother Wu, what’s happening? I can’t move at all.”

Wu Hao’s face was also full of shock, “I have no idea.”

“Hahahaha!”

Just then, a burst of loud laughter came from outside the manor.

Looking towards the source of the laughter, they saw a woman dressed in black entering. The woman had her face veiled and was indiscernible, her voice sounding to be in her thirties, but she had a curvaceous figure, full of allure, easily stirring a man’s desire.

Ning Cunzheng quickly asked, “Who are you?”

The woman ignored Ning Cunzheng and instead turned her gaze toward An Jing, who was lying on the ground, with a smile, “It’s true what they say, no need for the effort when ’tis fate. The effort is nothing if the fortune is predestined.”

An Jing was somewhat surprised and asked, “You came specifically for me?”

The woman in black took out a piece of incense, laughing, “This is Snowy Mugwort, colorless and odorless. Anyone below the Grandmaster Realm who smells Snowy Mugwort will become completely powerless, as if subjected to an Immobilization Spell, and the effect can last the time it takes an incense stick to burn.”

An Jing pondered thoughtfully, “The person capable of concocting such a thing must not be ordinary.”

Snowy Mugwort, just hearing about its effectiveness, one would know it’s very precious and rare, certainly not something that could be easily concocted.

Clearly, the woman in black had paid a significant price for him.

Moreover, in the Jianghu, not many dared to come knocking on his door looking for trouble.

“Sir,” Ning Cunzheng whispered, “I am from the Soul Seeker Mansion, may I ask if you possibly…”

“Silence!”

The woman in black raised her eyebrows and swept her hand forward.

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“Bang!”

Profound Inner Strength surged from her palm and violently struck Ning Cunzheng’s body, and with a ‘bang’, the Second Grade Cultivation Ning Cunzheng instantly turned into a mist of blood.

Seeing this scene, the entire Yanhang Sect was petrified with shock, as if turned to stone.

Wu Hao’s face went pale to the extreme, and his heart thumped so wildly it felt like it could burst out.

Too terrifying!

It was indeed too terrifying!

A Second Grade expert, a martial artist with Second Grade Cultivation, had just been turned into a blood mist with a single slap. Who in the world was this woman in black!?

Wu Hao had seen experts kill like slaughtering dogs, but this was his first time seeing someone kill a high-level expert as if slaughtering a dog.

An Jing lay in the pile of grass and said with a smile, “If you want to kill me, could you at least let me die knowing why?”

“Kill you? How could I bear to kill you?”

The woman in black’s eyes gleamed as she playfully complained, “Sister hasn’t had enough time to dote on you.”

With that, she extended her hand and a powerful Qi Force emerged from her palm, rushing towards An Jing. The Qi Force was as soft as snow, as if intending to envelop An Jing.

But just as the Force Qi was about to touch An Jing, it suddenly came up against a burst of Supreme Yang True Qi, causing the Inner Strength to dissipate completely.

“Not good!?”

The woman in black reacted extremely quickly, instantly thinking of something and swiftly retreating towards the outside of the charity estate.

“Sister wants to leave now? Isn’t it a bit too late?”

An Jing chuckled lightly.

The woman in black moved with astounding speed, disappearing from the charity estate in the blink of an eye.

But An Jing’s speed was even faster, vanishing before the Yanhang Sect members could even blink.

This was indeed the Master’s Secret Technique, Shrinking Land into Inches.

In a flash, the entire charity estate became eerily silent.

Wu Hao looked at the disappearing figure of the man in the black robe, his lips trembling, “Grand…. Grandmaster….”

That ‘sickly man’ was a Grandmaster!

Just now, a legendary figure from the Jianghu was right before him, even staying under the same roof.

If it weren’t for that woman in black, and the events that just unfolded, he would never believe that the pitiful ‘sickly man’ was actually a master-class expert.

“Brother Wu, what Grandmaster? What are you talking about?”

Xu Wanling’s mind was in chaos, and she couldn’t help but ask after hearing Wu Hao’s words.

Wu Hao looked outside the charity estate, shaking as he said, “That… that person is a Grandmaster, that man lying on the ground in the black robe, is a Grandmaster predecessor.”

“What!?”

Xu Wanling’s face was full of astonishment, and she couldn’t help but exclaim.

The Yanhang Sect disciples nearby, upon hearing Wu Hao’s words, also felt their hearts quake, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Just moments ago, a master-class expert had been right before their eyes, and they had been completely unaware?