The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 18 3 Disciples

Yun Weiyang walked calmly and unhurriedly into the Flying Immortal Gate.

Corpses littered the road.

The former disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect are now all cold corpses. Some were cleaved in two by a sword, some had their heads cut off, and some were severed at the waist. Limbs and broken arms were scattered all over the ground, and blood soaked the bluestone pavement, forming dark red streams that flowed down the steps.

Yun Weiyang walked through the corpses without pausing or lingering, her expression utterly calm, like a stagnant pool.

After passing through the bluestone path and the bamboo forest, Yun Weiyang arrived at the sect leader's hall.

Inside the main hall, the Qingxuan Sect Leader was huddled in a corner, his former ethereal and otherworldly demeanor gone.

At this moment, the Qingxuan Sect Leader was emaciated, like a dried corpse; his face was pale, without a trace of blood; his eyes were unfocused, and there was a trace of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth. He was curled up in the corner, hugging his knees with both hands, and his body was trembling incessantly, looking just like a beggar.

Before the Qingxuan Sect Leader, the Flying Immortal Sword lay diagonally stuck in the ground, its blade covered in blood.

Yun Weiyang walked into the main hall, her footsteps echoing in the empty space.

The Qingxuan Sect Leader's body trembled violently. He raised his head and saw Yun Weiyang. His eyes were filled with fear, and his lips trembled as he uttered indistinct sounds.

"Oh? He's still alive." Yun Weiyang looked at the sect leader who was still alive, her tone carrying a hint of surprise: "A cultivator at the Dao Embryo Realm is indeed not something that a hundred-headed Yin Demon can deal with."

Reaching the Flying Immortal Sword, Yun Weiyang bent down and pulled the sword from the ground. The sword trembled slightly in his hand, as if it wanted to resist, but it quickly calmed down. Zhi'er had already told him the method of refining the Flying Immortal Sword.

Yun Weiyang, carrying the Flying Immortal Sword, walked up to the Qingxuan Sect Leader and squatted down.

Looking closely at that withered, aged, and fear-filled face, Yun Weiyang grinned.

"I'm so sorry, I think I startled you."

The Qingxuan Sect Leader's body trembled even more violently, his lips quivering as he uttered a few indistinct syllables: "Kill...no...I didn't..."

"It's alright." Yun Weiyang interrupted Sect Leader Qingxuan, her tone as gentle as if she were coaxing a child: "You'll stop being afraid soon."

The Flying Immortal Sword slashed down.

The withered head of the Qingxuan Sect Leader fell off with a crack, rolled a few times on the ground, and was covered in dust.

Holding the Flying Immortal Sword, Yun Weiyang turned around and walked out of the main hall, a thoughtful expression on her face.

A Dao Embryo Realm cultivator who was on the verge of death was able to withstand the demonic influence of hundreds of Yin Demons. If it weren't for the fact that Sect Leader Qingxuan was old and frail and his Dao Embryo was weakening, these hundreds of Yin Demons probably wouldn't have been able to do anything to him.

Even if Yun Weiyang were to create a large number of Yin Demons, they would probably be ineffective against cultivators from some major sects.

"It seems I still need to find a major sect to join," Yun Weiyang muttered to herself.

Just then!

call out!

The sound of something cutting through the air came from behind.

An arrow flashing with cold light shot out from the shadows outside the hall, moving at an astonishing speed, heading straight for Yun Weiyang's back.

Yun Weiyang didn't have time to react, but he didn't need to. The Flying Immortal Sword in his hand slashed down on its own, and with a flash of sword light, it cut the arrow in two.

Yun Weiyang turned around and looked in the direction from which the arrow had come.

Below the steps outside the main hall, in the shade of an old locust tree, a person leaned against a blue stone, holding a crossbow in his hand.

This person only had an upper body; below the waist, there was nothing left. The blood beneath him had dried and formed black scabs. His face was bloodless, his lips were pale, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, filled with a hateful light.

The third disciple is not dead yet.

"The Flying Immortal Sword..." The third disciple's voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, but each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "How could you possibly use it..."

Yun Weiyang took a few steps and walked up to the third disciple, squatted down, and smiled.

"Zhi'er already told me the method of forging this sword."

The third disciple's pupils contracted sharply, his lips trembled, and he asked with difficulty the question that concerned him most.

"Where is Zhi'er...?"

Yun Weiyang looked into the eyes of her third disciple and tilted her head.

Then he raised the Flying Immortal Sword and slashed down.

The crossbow that the third disciple suddenly raised was severed along with his arm, the severed arm fell to the ground, and blood spurted out.

The third disciple gritted his teeth, not uttering a sound, but staring intently at Yun Weiyang with eyes burning with hatred.

Yun Weiyang raised her foot and stepped on the third disciple's face.

"You like that idiot?" Yun Weiyang's voice was soft and devoid of emotion. "I'll take you to see her."

Push off with your feet.

A snap.

The resentment in the third disciple's eyes dissipated, replaced by an empty, lifeless look. His head tilted to one side, his mouth slightly open, as if he were saying something.

Yun Weiyang withdrew her foot and turned to leave.

As Yun Weiyang descended the mountain path, her pace slowed considerably compared to her arrival. Within her sea of ​​consciousness, twenty-five star beads were spinning wildly. It took Yun Weiyang a full hour to devour the souls of Zhi'er, the souls of more than a dozen disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect, and the souls of the disciples on the mountain who had been killed by Sect Leader Qingxuan.

Although the Flying Immortal Sect is small, it is still a cultivation sect. Zhi'er is in the Longevity Realm, Zhou Heng is in the Longevity Realm, the third disciple is in the Longevity Realm, and there are seven or eight disciples in the Qi Refining Realm. The souls of these people are many times denser than those of mortals.

Zhi'er's soul was like a lump of warm honey, sticky and sweet, with the unique freshness of a young girl; Zhou Heng's soul was like a piece of iron that had been repeatedly hammered, tough and heavy; the third disciple's soul was like a broken sword, the sharp fragments piercing people with pain.

Yun Weiyang compressed all these feelings into a single message and sent it deep into her consciousness.

Su Qinghe opened his eyes in the palace in Lin'an City, tilted his head, as if savoring the aftertaste of a dish.

"The souls of cultivators are indeed more delicious than those of mortals."

The mere presence of these few people from the Flying Immortal Sect increased Su Qinghe's soul size to the equivalent of five hundred mortals. A cultivator's soul is purer and more refined, like a compressed piece of dry rations, where a small piece can equal a large bowl of thin porridge.

Su Qinghe licked his lips, beginning to look forward to more cultivators.

Thirty li north of Qishan lies a sacred vein.

This is a low hill with sparse pine trees. A thin spiritual vein runs through the ground, and spiritual energy seeps out from the cracks, forming a thin mist in the air.

The Flying Immortal Sect and the Cloud Thunder Sect each occupy half of the territory, separated by a low stone wall. On both sides of the stone wall, several simple stone houses were built for the disciples stationed there to live in.

On the Flying Immortal Sect's side, there are still seven or eight disciples stationed there. These people are not highly cultivated, most of them are at the Qi Refining Realm, and only the two leading them are at the early stage of the Longevity Realm. They do not know what happened on the mountain yet, and their shifts will last for another two months.