While Wu Tao, soaring through the air, had no idea that as he rushed back to the Taiyi Immortal Sect's encampment.
In a secluded meditation chamber within the Demon Palace of the Heavenly Demon Sect, a gaunt, aged demon cultivator in grey robes, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly frowned.
He then let out a long sigh, fumbled within his robes, and produced a dull bone tablet, as if reminiscing about the scent of its owner.
The grey-robed old demon cultivator toyed with the bone tablet for a moment before narrowing his eyes, a glint of sinister malice flashing across his face.
After a while, he stood up and left his meditation chamber.
Passing through a long corridor, the grey-robed demon cultivator arrived in a large hall. With a blank expression, he sat down on a stone chair in the center of the hall. Then, with a flash of dark light in his hand, a small black bell appeared.
With a loud "clang,".
The grey-robed demon cultivator casually swung the bell. The humming sound was low and melodious, its reach unknown.
Afterward, the grey-robed demon cultivator put away the bell and sat motionlessly on the chair, like a lifeless stone.
However, after a moment, six disciples hurried out from several side doors of the hall.
These six disciples, five men and one woman, stood solemnly below the elder, all with expressions of awe.
"During a previous expedition to the Huang Mo Secret Realm, your junior brother Wang Siyuan was cruelly killed by an outer disciple of the Taiyi Immortal Sect named Wu Tao.
"Although your junior brother was outmatched, a disciple under my Extreme Blood Gate cannot die without reason. Third brother, you will personally capture this person and bring him before me."
"I want to see who dares to lay a hand on someone from my Zheng Qianqiu. Since he dared to kill my disciple, he must have the courage to bear my wrath."
Cold light shot from the grey-robed demon cultivator's eyes as he spoke with an extremely stern and deep voice.
...
He never considered that in this world, some matters have only two outcomes: life and death.
If he had not sent Wang Siyuan to participate in the Huangji Taiyi Secret Realm, how could such a thing have happened?
In the cultivation world, grievances and kindness, good deeds and evil, the entanglement of hatred, are born this way.
The strong are supreme, kings, and emperors. The weak are worse than ants.
This is especially true in how matters are handled. Regardless of right or wrong, as long as you are powerful, you are in the right.
Truth always lies with the sword.
This is a bloody and real world where logic and the right to speak belong entirely to the strong; the weak can only obey.
No rules or laws can bind or restrict the strong, for rules and laws are made by the strong.
The original intention of establishing rules and laws was to serve the strong and to control and restrict the weak.
As long as one has the power to overturn the table and rewrite the rules and laws, whatever they say is the truth!
...
However, this grey-robed demon cultivator was merely a cultivator at the Core Formation stage and did not possess such power.
This time, things would not be as easy as he imagined.
After all, under the rules and laws established by top cultivators, a cultivator at the early Core Formation stage like the grey-robed demon would still be subject to a certain degree of restriction.
"Yes, master. Your disciple will attend to it immediately."
The five men and one woman, six disciples, were initially surprised but then replied in unison with their hands lowered, as if this were a trivial matter in their eyes.
"Good. I hope that the next time I summon you, the culprit will already be held in the Myriad Blood Ghost Prison."
The grey-robed demon cultivator, also known as the Extreme Blood Old Demon of the Heavenly Demon Sect, nodded and walked out of the hall without another word.
Only the six disciples of the Extreme Blood Gate, all at the Foundation Establishment stage, remained in the hall.
And that woman was none other than Zhang Wan'er, who had broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage at some unknown time.
"Sixth junior sister, give Wu Tao's portrait to Third Brother."
"Fourth Junior Brother heard that you have a good private relationship with an inner disciple of the Taiyi Immortal Sect. You can ask him to see if he can assign someone to investigate the recent whereabouts of this outer disciple named Wu Tao."
"The rest will be handled by Third Brother. As for the rest of us, we will each send our capable disciples to find young and handsome men in the mortal world to comfort our Master's heart-wrenching grief over the loss of Seventh Junior Brother." The muscular middle-aged cultivator in black, as the eldest brother, after a moment of thought, clearly instructed the other five.
The other four were all handsome young men, none of them ugly.
Third Junior Brother smiled faintly upon hearing this and immediately agreed.
The other three handsome junior brothers, however, frowned slightly, showing a hint of difficulty. After a moment, they all reluctantly nodded.
"Second Junior Brother, Fourth Junior Brother, Fifth Junior Brother, I know your relationship with Sixth Junior Brother is not good, and you even disagree with him on weekdays, and you dislike young and handsome men."
"However, this is a matter that Master personally ordered. If you fail to accomplish this, you three know the consequences without me having to say. Remember the punishment you received last time for your previous failures." The middle-aged man in black, seemingly uneasy, stared at the three junior brothers with complicated expressions and warned them.
"How could that be? Although Seventh Junior Brother and we didn't get along on weekdays, he is now dead, and Master is in a bad mood. We will all suffer. We three will definitely do our best to make Master happy. Eldest Brother, you can rest assured." Hearing this, the three junior brothers' faces changed drastically, and they forced a laugh.
"It's good that the three junior brothers know the stakes. Let's split up and go." The middle-aged man in black's expression eased slightly, and he said coldly.
Thus, the five men and one woman also left the hall and went their separate ways.
A few days later, through various means, they finally determined Wu Tao's return time and route.
Third Junior Brother Han Jinwei prepared everything and immediately set off to intercept Wu Tao midway.
At the same time, in a distant place, Wu Tao was flying on his artifact, rushing day and night.
...
The night was cool like water, with dark clouds obscuring the moon and stars. Beyond ten feet, it was pitch black, invisible.
As the saying goes, a dark and windy night is suitable for murder and arson.
In a wilderness thousands of kilometers from the Taiyi Immortal Sect, two people stood opposite each other.
At this moment, Wu Tao encountered the greatest crisis in his twenty-odd years of cultivation. At a certain intersection, he was blocked by a demon cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage.
This demon cultivator was now staring at Wu Tao with a ferocious grin, looking as if he had Wu Tao cornered and intended to torment him.
Seeing this, Wu Tao felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He had been extremely cautious, yet in the end, he was ambushed by others, and under the worst circumstances, facing a demonic cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage with his Qi Condensation realm.
He had been careful all the way. Just as he was nearing the Taiyi Immortal Sect's encampment, without any warning, he was blocked by this Foundation Establishment stage demonic cultivator who suddenly appeared.
As soon as Wu Tao saw the fierce expression on the demonic cultivator's face, he knew that no amount of glib talk would be useful now, because this demonic cultivator's target was him.
Facing a Foundation Establishment stage demonic cultivator, Wu Tao dared not be careless. He immediately took out his Immortal Slaying Demonic Blood Saber, and in his right hand, he clutched a Beast Transformation Talisman and dozens of low-grade magic talismans.
Han Jinwei, a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator, watched Wu Tao's every move with cold eyes, showing no intention of intervening or attacking first.
He seemed overly confident, believing he had full confidence in dealing with Wu Tao, which made him appear so calm.
This was understandable, as there was a whole major realm difference between Foundation Establishment and Qi Condensation, not to mention that under normal circumstances, Foundation Establishment cultivators were far wealthier than Qi Condensation cultivators.
They had countless magical artifacts and spiritual talismans.
Facing Wu Tao, a mere Qi Condensation novice, he naturally felt it was a sure thing, a trivial matter!
Seeing this, Wu Tao licked his slightly dry lips and sneered inwardly. Since the opponent was so overconfident, he would naturally take full advantage of this to teach him a lesson.
Therefore, without making a sound, Wu Tao moved forward slightly, closing the distance between himself and the enemy to fully leverage the advantages of his dual cultivation of body and spirit. Indeed, the Foundation Establishment stage demonic cultivator, being careless, did not seize this opportunity to attack.
Facing the strongest opponent he had encountered since entering the cultivation world, Wu Tao was not particularly afraid; instead, a fighting spirit surged within him.
What if he fought a Foundation Establishment cultivator at the Qi Condensation stage?
He had not yet stained his hands with the blood of a Foundation Establishment cultivator...
However, Wu Tao was also somewhat puzzled as to why this Foundation Establishment stage demonic cultivator was intercepting him here.
He had not offended anyone in recent years, nor had he shown off his wealth. This should not have happened.
"Kid, you've got some nerve! In the Huang Mo Secret Realm, you dared to kill my junior brother Wang Siyuan, enraging my Master. Now, pay for my junior brother's life!" Han Jinwei said ferociously.
Han Jinwei grinned maliciously and approached Wu Tao, looking as if he were about to attack.
However, when he saw the Immortal Slaying Demonic Blood Saber in Wu Tao's hand, his pupils contracted slightly, and he cursed his Master inwardly.
As a disciple of the Extreme Blood Old Demon, he had some understanding of the terrifying power of this Immortal Slaying Demonic Blood Saber.
The playful expression of a cat toying with a mouse disappeared from his face.
Han Jinwei took out his renowned top-grade magical artifact, the "Myriad Ghost Yin Wind Bag," from his storage bag. He then used a mid-grade water attribute talisman to create a water attribute spiritual energy shield, strengthening his defense.
Seeing this, Wu Tao frowned, feeling a headache coming on!
Han Jinwei roared, "Kid, die for me!"
As soon as the words "die for me" left his mouth, the "Myriad Ghost Yin Wind Bag" in his hand opened. With a whoosh, it was as if dark clouds were pressing down. The already dark wilderness instantly became even darker, making it impossible to see even an inch ahead.
What descended around them was not dark clouds, but a sky full of malevolent spirits and vengeful ghosts.
These spirits and ghosts were of various types: crimson imps, soul-reaping imps, sword-wielding imps, tongue-pulling imps, spade imps, and so on. As far as the eye could see, countless imps were flying rapidly towards Wu Tao.
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