novelraw Chapter 785 - 663: Ruthless Purge, Alliances and Rivalries
Chapter 785 - 663: Ruthless Purge, Alliances and Rivalries
"Ah!! Save me!!"
"Run quickly!"
"He’s too strong, we’re no match for him!"
In a certain area of the Fangsu District, seven cultivators with different colors of spiritual light flickering across their bodies were desperately fleeing using their flying magical artifacts.
Each of them was drenched in blood, their clothes torn, and they kept looking behind in fear.
There, a young cultivator with a long face, dressed in a black and white Daoist robe, stood smiling on a delicate flying boat, leisurely following the seven.
His relaxed demeanor and movements were like herding sheep.
"Damn it, why can’t we stay in the Fangsu District?" a cultivator shouted in grief and indignation.
"He doesn’t want us entering the True Monarch Blessed Land? Wants to monopolize its benefits!" another cultivator said angrily.
"The True Monarch Blessed Land doesn’t belong to your Two Forms Sect or Taiyi Sect.
What right do you have to drive others away and snatch the opportunities that belong to us?"
The young cultivator of the Two Forms Sect, dressed in a black and white Daoist robe, shook his head and said:
"There are treasures in the True Monarch Blessed Land, but also countless dangers hidden.
Lacking strength, you could easily perish, and Daoist Zhao is only thinking of your well-being."
As the two sides chased and fled, the red mist ahead gradually thinned.
They had clearly reached the edge of the Fangsu District, not far from the Fogless District.
"Leave the Fangsu District, and I will allow you to return in ten days," said the Two Forms Sect cultivator.
At this time, with less than ten days before the True Monarch Blessed Land opened, returning after ten days would mean missing out.
"Damn it, if we sneak back, you won’t know a thing!" someone shouted angrily.
Hearing this, the long-faced cultivator of the Two Forms Sect frowned, but then relaxed.
"You’re right, it’s safer for me to cripple you all."
As soon as he finished speaking, seven pairs of black and white energies flew from his body.
They darted through the air like spiritual snakes, hitting the chests of those cultivators accurately.
They cried out in pain, spitting blood on the spot.
Though not killed immediately, their auras dropped significantly, and recovering would take a year or two at least.
Seeing the resentful eyes of these people, the long-faced cultivator tilted his head in thought, still feeling insecure.
He then forced them to swear an oath of the Dao heart, if they dared enter the Fangsu District within ten days, they would never break through in cultivation, and would be struck dead by heavenly lightning during the Thunder Tribulation.
In this way, both physically and mentally he had achieved control, leaving no loose ends.
"Fang Chang, I will remember today’s grudge!" someone shouted hoarsely, eyes filled with hatred.
"Remember it for a long time, I hope you can still remember when I reach Core Formation," said Fang Chang, the Two Forms Sect cultivator with a long face, and he turned away indifferently.
"The third batch, let’s check the next spot, still need to drive people away," he mumbled to himself.
Fang Chang was another prodigy of the Two Forms Sect in the Abyss, his cultivation not much weaker than Chen Ming, sufficient to drive away these small sect cultivators.
He was also acting on the orders of Taiyi Sect’s Daoist Zhao Wushuang to clear out all unrelated people from the Fangsu District.
Of course, the focus was on driving them away.
Killing wasn’t done unless absolutely necessary, as that would form blood feuds with the other sects.
Mere expulsion was nothing significant to the Alliance Hierarch sects.
Such scenes played out in many parts of the Fangsu District.
Newcomers with low cultivation, loose cultivators without backgrounds, solitary wanderers... all were key targets of Zhao Wushuang’s faction for removal.
As Taiyi Sect’s Daoist,
Zhao Wushuang had followers whose strength was quite impressive, with several generals unmatched by ordinary Trench Patrol Guests.
Yet they ultimately encountered a tough opponent.
Lu Wen Yuan, a True Inheritor of the Forgetting Feelings Sect, one of the Twenty-Four Upper Sects, had remarkable cultivation, astonishingly reaching the Fifth Layer of the Spirit Platform.
However, the Forgetting Feelings Sect always operated independently, neither affiliating with any Alliance Hierarch sect nor allying with other sects.
Thus, Lu Wen Yuan often traveled alone in the Abyss.
His strength was formidable, hence he rarely encountered danger.
Following Zhao Wushuang’s orders, Xu Linder of the Yaoguang Sect happened to encounter Lu Wen Yuan while clearing out a team.
He initially thought to dismiss him casually.
However, the opponent exploded with astounding strength, putting Xu Linder in a very difficult position, at a disadvantage.
"Do you wish to oppose Taiyi Sect’s Daoist?" Xu Linder shouted angrily.
’Bang!’
In response, Lu Wen Yuan remained expressionless, his gaze indifferent, his mind completely unmoved.
He controlled a uniquely shaped black flying saber,
which turned into black lightning in the void, seemingly about to slice through the heavens.
He mercilessly attacked Xu Linder, sending him fleeing in disarray.
"Hah, Taiyi Sect finally hit a wall! Lu Wen Yuan’s strength surely reached the Daoist level!"
"People of the Forgetting Feelings Sect, with their unique cultivation techniques, are emotionally detached.
They care nothing for which sect you belong to, they’ll strike if provoked!"
Some observers in the shadows were thrilled, thinking Zhao Wushuang’s plan was going to be thwarted.
Unexpectedly, not long after, Zhao Wushuang personally arrived.
As Taiyi Sect’s Daoist,
Zhao Wushuang was handsome, tall, and with a long-standing high position, naturally exuded an aura of authority.
He activated talisman way-seeds, instantly releasing hundreds of different talismans, all flying towards his opponent.
Some transformed into white fire lotuses, some into giant icebergs, others into black and purple lightning...
With just one move, he gravely injured Lu Wen Yuan.
The opponent’s body nearly exploded, lying on the ground like a pile of mud, his aura plummeting, unable to move.
The prodigy of the Forgetting Feelings Sect who reached the Spirit Platform Fifth Layer was not even a match for Zhao Wushuang in one move!