Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor-Chapter 1117 - 1127: I Won’t Take the Fall for This

Chapter 1117: Chapter 1127: I Won’t Take the Fall for This

"Woo~!"

After devouring Mo Yang Earth Immortal, the Ghost King seemed unsatisfied. It raised its head and looked toward the numerous experts on the Naihe Bridge, letting out a fierce roar.

The crowd had been entranced by the old woman’s flute sound for so long that they were already losing their Divine Souls.

Now, with the Ghost King calling out, a few experts wielding weaker cultivation and poorer willpower were wavering, as if they could fall off the bridge at any moment.

"Get lost!"

Chief Clerk Feihong had been full of dread towards the old woman in front. Now, with the Ghost King stirring up chaos from within the Wangchuan River, he worried about being attacked from both sides. In a critical moment, if the Ghost King decided to sneak attack with dirty tricks.

His situation would become dire.

This time, joining forces with Scholar Qin Jian and others to explore the Immortal Tomb for treasures, Chief Clerk Feihong’s ambitions were not small.

However, with Blind Chang joining in, his status plummeted, posing a considerable disadvantage to him. This was the reason for Chief Clerk Feihong volunteering to lead the attack.

Everyone knew that the Immortal Tomb was full of treasures and opportunities.

In the areas already explored, the treasures and opportunities had been taken by predecessors. Now, only by crossing the Naihe Bridge could one gain substantial chance encounters.

Chief Clerk Feihong sent a sword light slashing toward the Ghost King beneath the bridge.

His Greedy Wolf Sword Soul roared directly at the Ghost King below.

The crescent-shaped sword light swiftly sliced through the Ghost King, easily cutting it in half.

"Did it just slash the Ghost King so effortlessly?" Everyone was stunned. The terror of the Ghost King earlier was witnessed by all.

Even Chief Clerk Feihong himself couldn’t believe it to be true.

"Woo~!"

Suddenly, a huge black shadow appeared on the river surface beneath Chief Clerk Feihong. Immediately, the Ghost King who should have been slain surged out from the black river water, baring its teeth and claws as it let out a piercing scream at Chief Clerk Feihong.

It was like a ghost claiming souls.

"Ah..." Despite his iron-hearted courage, Chief Clerk Feihong was terribly frightened by this sudden change.

His face turned as pale as ash.

The Ghost King was indeed not so easily killed. Judging by its behavior, it seemed completely unharmed.

Fortunately, it was only half out before being pulled back by the river water.

Unable to truly reach the bridge to attack Chief Clerk Feihong.

"Fellow Taoist Feihong, it’s better not to bother it. The Ghost King can transform freely, splitting and merging at will, and ordinary attack methods are hardly effective. Based on this scholar’s multiple expeditions to the Immortal Tomb, it should be unable to escape the confinement of the Wangchuan River. It’s said that the fierce ghosts falling into the Wangchuan River are all excessively greedy. They are especially avaricious, longing to wash away their sins for a better reincarnation, ultimately plunging into the river."

Scholar Qin Jian loudly reminded Chief Clerk Feihong from the back.

Throughout history, there have been various myths about the Wangchuan River.

This river has always been regarded as a terrifying forbidden land by the ghosts. Once fallen into, one can never come out again. They can only drift forever within the Wangchuan River.

Ghosts are formed from deceased humans.

Human greed remains unchanged even after becoming ghosts. They know the terror of the Wangchuan River, yet countless ghosts still fall into the river.

Because in the Underworld, there is such a myth.

The lighter a ghost’s sins in reincarnation, the better the subsequent life and family they are born into. Life would be particularly blessed.

They could live a life free from worry, perhaps even become officials or emperors.

Imagine, in a lifetime, a person might unintentionally accumulate quite a bit of karma, like stepping on ants, swatting mosquitoes biting you, or killing chickens and fish. All these are acts of killing.

Or inadvertently harming others, these too are sins.

Thus, among the ghosts entering the Underworld, very few possess relatively clean ghost bodies, having fewer sins.

Such ghosts must have been truly virtuous in life.

Think about it, how many genuine virtuous people are there in the world?

The vast majority of ghosts carry substantial sins. To cleanse their ghost bodies, they naturally turn their thoughts to using the river water within the Wangchuan River. But once touched by the river water, they are pulled inside and can never surface again.

"Everyone gather closer! Prepare to cut down the old woman!" Chief Clerk Feihong looked with trepidation at the old woman looming in the ghost fog ahead.

He, as one of the four Upper Earth Immortals, did not want to die as a scapegoat.

At this point, Chu Feng had already instructed Demon Eye Evil Spirit King to withdraw Zuo Mjun’s Illusion Technique. Such methods were best used sparingly.

If discovered by others, it would be difficult to catch them off guard again.

Moreover, the Demon Eye Evil Spirit King’s use of illusion to control an Earth Immortal consumed a lot of energy. It couldn’t last long.

Now that Mo Yang Earth Immortal had been dealt with, only the insignificant Zuo Ma Jun Earth Immortal remained, posing little threat. Attempting to kill Chu Feng was even more impossible.

Chu Feng temporarily decided against eliminating Zuo Ma Jun.

Having a few more expendable pawns was highly advantageous to him.

At Chief Clerk Feihong’s call, Chu Feng and others moved closer together, keeping their distance from each other no more than three meters. This distance was a safe one acceptable to all.

No one fully trusts anyone else.

Beyond three meters, even attempting an ambush requires some time.

Less than three meters becomes quite terrifying. If someone at the back wants to ambush those ahead, as long as the difference in strength isn’t too vast, a sneak attack is almost guaranteed to succeed.

"Where is Fellow Taoist Mo Yang?" Zuo Ma Jun awoke from his dream at this time, discovering that Chu Feng, who should have been dead, was alive and well. But Mo Yang Earth Immortal was nowhere to be seen.

The remaining Supreme Sword God of the Pure Yang Immortal Sect, summoned his courage, and conveyed the events through transmission.

Zuo Ma Jun, hearing this, pounded his chest in frustration, then turned sharply, glaring at Chu Feng with eyes full of anger, shouting, "Chu! It’s definitely your doing. Prepare to die."

He had killed a sect mate. If this news reached the Pure Yang Immortal Sect, it would be intolerable by their laws.

Thus, he needed to find a reasonable explanation to ensure he wouldn’t be held accountable by the Sect.

"Haha, does Zuo Ma Jun Earth Immortal think the world is full of fools? Clearly, you had a private grudge with Mo Yang Earth Immortal, and took this chance to personally slay him into the Wangchuan River. Now that Mo Yang died, you think there’s no evidence and just randomly find someone to take the blame."

"I’m not taking the blame!"

Chu Feng laughed angrily, throwing a dirty accusation right back.

A bite from a scoundrel, it cuts deeply.

Zuo Ma Jun Earth Immortal is now unable to argue.

As Chu Feng said, Mo Yang Earth Immortal is already dead, with no evidence.

How would an outsider speculate?

Surely based on facts, adding conjecture.

Unluckily, most people would likely believe Chu Feng’s earlier statement, assuming Zuo Ma Jun and Mo Yang Earth Immortal had conflicts, and took this opportunity to personally kill him.

Zuo Ma Jun felt truly aggrieved.