From ancient times to the present, the Xuanmen has taken it upon itself to eliminate demons and uphold righteousness.
Looking back, which of the famed white-bearded immortals or enlightened monks in history did not achieve eternal fame through eliminating demons and upholding righteousness?
It is just that times have changed, and people no longer engage in fighting and killing, so opportunities have vanished.
But now, the relationship between the two factions has reached an all-time low, with the renowned sects labeling the folk cults as "demonic people."
Doesn't this signify that the chance to gain fame and achieve eternal renown has arrived?!
We should ideally kill a few demonic people!
Killing one is not a loss, killing two is a great profit!
If we could kill an important figure like Wang Jihuang, it would be like achieving the highest imperial examination rank in ancient times; not only would one person's success elevate their entire family, but their sect's status would also rise accordingly!
If we could kill Lin Zitong...
Everyone dared not even think further.
An intense desire dominated their bodies, and the eyes of these disciples from famous sects gleamed red, like wild beasts.
"Kill!!!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, instantly becoming the catalyst that ignited the entire venue.
Over four hundred people poured out, swarming forward!
Wang Jihuang struggled to support his body and roared, "Everyone who can still stand, hold the line! Behind us are our families! We absolutely cannot let them break through!!!"
The members of the Folk Research Association charged forward without hesitation, mixing with the disciples of the Lüshan Sect, forming a human shield.
Lin Zitong could no longer stand by idly. She shook the bone chain soul-summoning bell, summoning Kurokawa Lu and Lian He.
"The bottom line is not to kill people," Lin Zitong reminded them.
Taohua Ying floated to their side, bowed to Lin Zitong, and then the three of them turned into ghostly energy, charging into the crowd.
But even so, the difference in numbers between the two sides was immense. Given the current situation, their side would be completely annihilated at their own doorstep within half an hour!
Lin Zitong had no choice but to continue casting spells, releasing all the souls within the bone chain soul-summoning bell.
At the same time, the Zhao family members, who had been recuperating in the Folk Research Association, rushed over upon hearing the news.
They had already suffered a catastrophic disaster and had only just settled down, yet the renowned sects were relentlessly hounding them.
Anger burned in the chest of every Zhao family member!
They all bit their fingers, beginning to summon the Immortals of the Horse, their spectral forms attaching themselves, making the Zhao family members exude the aura of ferocious beasts.
They had all cultivated the "Shen Nei Jing" given by Yan Shouyi!
With the Zhao family's addition, the situation on the scene improved slightly.
But Wang Jihuang still noticed that his own people were holding back, intentionally giving the opponents a way out whenever a life-or-death situation arose.
The opponents, however, seized this opportunity to counterattack, aiming their every move at vital points!
In just a few minutes, the Folk Research Association had already suffered heavy casualties!
"Kid, which sect are you from?"
Two sword-wielding Taoist priests surrounded a teenage boy, asking with cold smiles.
The boy was covered in wounds, but his eyes showed no fear. He flicked the coffin-carrying pole in his hand and gritted his teeth, "I learned from my dad, I'm a coffin bearer!"
"A coffin bearer? With your scrawny physique?" The two Taoist priests burst into laughter. "Let us guess, is your dad already dead?"
As if hitting a sore spot for the boy, he lowered his head and did not respond.
"We guessed right, didn't we? Folk cults are all short-lived ghosts! Your dad was like that, and you will be too!"
The boy, the coffin bearer, tightened his grip on the coffin-carrying pole, finally unable to contain his anger, and swung the pole at the Taoist priests!
However, these two Taoist priests were quite skilled. After dodging, they unceremoniously swung their swords down, inflicting a long, bloody wound on the back of the boy's hand!
The boy, in pain, couldn't help but drop the coffin-carrying pole.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're no good either!" the Taoist priest mocked. "You can even drop the tool you use to make a living so casually. If your parents knew you were like this, they'd be ashamed of you!"
The other Taoist priest quickly added, "Oh, we forgot, you don't have a father... Hmm, then what about your mother? Your mother surely wouldn't remain a widow, right? I bet she remarried and abandoned you, which is why you joined the Folk Research Association, isn't it? Hahahaha!"
The boy's chest heaved violently with rage. Even though he had lost his weapon, he did not retreat.
He roared, "I have a dad and a mom!! My dad was crushed to death by an evil spirit while carrying a coffin for a girl who was raped and murdered! My mom, to raise me, worked her sewing machine in the factory during the day and worked as a sanitation worker in the early morning, but she was hit and killed by a rich second-generation driver! President Yan took pity on me and took me into the Folk Research Association. He is my benefactor, and I will not allow you to slander him, nor will I allow you to insult my parents!!!"
The enraged boy was like a young lion. Though his roar was strong, he was still a fragile cub.
The two Taoist priests were momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter.
They cared not whether the boy had parents.
Nor did they care how he came to join the Folk Research Association.
To them, the boy was merely a stepping stone to their fame.
In the future, when the two spoke of this incident, they would only remark: Back then, the Folk Research Association was desperate, hoodwinking a teenage boy into joining, and nurturing him into a devil. Fortunately, we brothers discovered him early and nipped the devil in the bud...
Fame... eternal renown!
The two Taoist priests' minds were gradually consumed. They kicked the boy in the chest, sending him sprawling onto the ground. Then, wielding their long swords, they slowly advanced towards the boy...
Fear finally appeared in the boy's eyes. His youthful passion had never made him consider that he might die at the hands of these disciples from renowned sects.
They were from famous sects, their swords were meant to slay demons and uphold righteousness, so why were they being swung at me...
"You little scoundrel, die!!"
The Taoist priest grunted, thrusting his sword towards the boy's chest!
Clang!
Bang!!
"Pffft!"
A series of sounds rang out. When the boy regained his senses, he found a figure standing in front of him.
The sword was blocked, and the two Taoist priests had vanished from his sight, reappearing more than ten meters away.
They clutched their chests, spitting blood incessantly, their eyes filled with terror, just like the boy's eyes had been moments ago.
The boy slowly raised his head and, seeing the familiar silhouette, his face lit up with ecstatic joy.
It was this silhouette that had rescued the boy from his impoverished life, becoming the light in his heart, his dream.
Everyone had been waiting for this silhouette for a long time.
Now, he had returned.
Yan Shouyi, holding the Zanpakuto, stood in front of the boy, his eyes burning with fury, ready to spew it forth!
"I, Yan Shouyi, am here. Bring any grievances you have to me, I'll take it all!"
"But if any of you dare to step even half a step through the gate of the Folk Research Association, I will kill you!"