Mount Qunyu had almost become a ruin, showing no trace of its former spiritual beauty and picturesque scenery, akin to a celestial paradise.
If the Master of Mount Qunyu were still alive, he would surely be heartbroken, but at this moment, no one present could afford to concern themselves with such matters.
The Mahayana demon cultivator named Yue Ling transformed himself, directly advancing to the Kongming realm, and even gravely injured Yue Bufan and Xuan You with a single sword strike!
"Grandpa! Sect Master Xuan You!"
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Bai Shengyi only managed to hastily unleash a sword strike through the void towards Yue Ling, rescuing Yue Bufan and Xuan You from Yue Ling's grasp.
However, in that very instant, a gap appeared in their offensive against Wu Du, which she, Qian Ying, and Lin Qingyu were suppressing. Yue Ling seized this opportunity to pull Wu Du out of their encirclement and sliced Qian Ying's arm.
"Sister, you, Grandpa, and Sect Master Xuan You should go and heal your wounds first."
Bai Shengyi saw Yue Bufan's ashen face, and despite him taking several ninth-tier Spirit Nurturing Pills and Rejuvenation Pills, he showed no signs of improvement. Sect Master Xuan You was in the same condition. Looking up, she saw Qian Ying's arm covered in burning crimson blood, and her expression immediately turned grim.
"I'm fine," Yue Bufan got up from the ground, struggling free from Bai Shengyi's support. He waved his hand, "I'm not going to die that easily, A Yi doesn't need to worry. I was just caught off guard by that brat this time."
Despite his words, everyone knew that even if Yue Ling's Kongming realm was not a true Kongming realm, he was far more powerful than Lei Ting Sheng Guang Xi's Kongming realm back then. The injury Yue Bufan sustained from this strike was very real.
Bai Shengyi, rarely showing such assertiveness, said, "Grandpa, listen to me and rest your wounds first."
Yue Bufan was about to say something more when he saw his granddaughter's cold gaze sweep over him, "Don't you want to know where I went and what happened during these fifty years of my disappearance?"
Damn it!
Yue Bufan choked, "A Yi!"
To use his disappearance, which he desperately wanted to know about, to "threaten" him, an old man like himself!
Bai Shengyi remained firm, and Yue Bufan couldn't possibly refuse her. He soon retreated to the rear.
Xuan You also did not try to be brave, coldly stating, "I will go and support the sect disciples."
Wu Du and Yue Ling, these two demon cultivators, did not come alone. They had brought many new demon cultivators with them, but the battlefield for those demon cultivators and the sect disciples was at the foot of the mountain.
Seeing Bai Shengyi look at her again, Qian Ying raised her now-healed arm and said with a smile, "Junior Sister, look, Senior Sister is really fine, there's no need to go and heal."
What healing? It was more important to quickly deal with these two jumping grasshoppers!
Qian Ying's gaze held a cold edge. A crimson light transformed into a long whip in her hand. Simultaneously, a brighter crimson light shot out from between her brows, directly targeting Wu Du, "I'll hold him off first, you guys deal with Yue Ling!"
"You don't know your place!" Wu Du sneered and turned to Yue Ling, "Yue Ling, leave those two to you. Kill them, and we can open the Styx Gate and go back to enjoy ourselves."
Yue Ling said gently, "Leave it to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them charged towards Bai Shengyi, Lin Qingyu, and Qian Ying respectively.
Bai Shengyi and the others wanted to kill Yue Ling first, and Yue Ling also wanted to kill Bai Shengyi first. In his opinion, this woman who had suddenly appeared on Mount Qunyu posed a greater threat than the demon king.
After a moment's thought, he said, "Young lady, I see you are young, not even a hundred years old. Why don't you defect to our Red Lotus Demon Lord?"
"Our master not only possesses supreme cultivation techniques that can improve one's cultivation a thousand miles a day, but also secret methods for ascending to the upper realms. If you become a demon cultivator, with your talent, why would you worry about not becoming the first genius to ascend in the Shenqi world in three thousand years?"
Yue Ling not only looked nothing like a demon cultivator, but he was also graceful and refined. Even his voice, when he spoke, was as clear and melodious as jade striking jade, so pleasant to hear that it was easy for people to start thinking along his lines.
Yes, wouldn't it be good to fall into the demonic path? There would be no need to care about human ethics and morality, cultivation could improve rapidly, actions could be unrestrained and free, and on the day of ascension, the entire Shenqi world would look up to her…
Bai Shengyi's movements visibly slowed down, as if she had become immersed in the dream woven by Yue Ling.
Seeing this, Yue Ling inwardly sneered, thinking that the Rong Ku Daojun, who was spoken of so highly in Mount Shenqi, had no real abilities. It seemed he was nothing special.
It was truly a disgrace for Ao Ming to die at the hands of such a naive young girl!
"Bai Shengyi! Wake up quickly! Don't fall for this demon cultivator's trick!"
Yue Ling saw that Bai Shengyi's aura was already becoming unstable, and the demon king who was restraining him nearby had inadvertently revealed two or three flaws out of anxiety. His heart leaped with joy, and he summoned his natal artifact, the Hong Ying Lamp, and cast it over Bai Shengyi—
"Clang!"
Amidst a harsh ringing sound, a brush fiercely struck the lampstand of the Hong Ying Lamp, directly creating a massive crack!
Yue Ling watched as the light within the Hong Ying Lamp extinguished as the lampstand shattered. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, his eyes splitting with fury.
"You were not mesmerized by the Hong Ying Lamp?"
How could this be possible?
When he was in the Mahayana realm, the Hong Ying Lamp could mesmerize the divine consciousness of the young master of the fox clan, who was also in the Mahayana realm. It was impossible that even though he was now in the Kongming realm, he still couldn't mesmerize a human of the Mahayana realm?
Yue Ling did not believe it.
"Guess?"
Bai Shengyi did not offer him an explanation. Her sharp attacks rained down on him.
Her left hand, the Heavenly Mechanism Sword, transformed into a ten-thousand-zhang sword intent, carrying the vast and majestic power of time rules, surging forward mightily!
Her right hand, the Samsara Brush, fell fiercely between heaven and earth. Thousands of thunderclouds churned incessantly in the sky, followed by countless lightning bolts crackling down!
Yue Ling was not a demon cultivator who excelled in offensive power. His ability to gravely injure Yue Bufan earlier was merely due to his formidable cultivation. However, his cultivation was built up by external forces. In front of Bai Shengyi, whose divine soul was comparable to the peak of the Lingguang realm, it was simply not enough.
Coupled with the assistance of the demon king Lin Qingyu from the side, in just a short period, the situation immediately reversed. Yue Ling, flustered and bewildered, was being struck by lightning and jumped about.
"Why did you summon heavenly lightning!" Sensing the unusual aura within the lightning, Yue Ling was greatly alarmed.
Heaven's will would not allow cultivators above the Mahayana realm to exist in the Shenqi world!
Indeed!
The next moment, the heavenly lightning, which had quietly gathered at some point, rumbled and descended!
The sky was filled with lightning, illuminating the entire peak of Mount Qunyu.
The disciples of the various sects, who were fighting demon cultivators around the foot of the mountain, heard two consecutive screams, and the world suddenly fell silent.
It was like the tranquility of absolute silence, or like the desolation of death.
"Sect Master Xuan, is it over?"
With blood clouding his eyes, a disciple looked up, blinking several times, only to see a shocking sight of countless corpses scattered everywhere.
Sect Master Xuan You of the Xuan Nu Sect, who was originally as cold and aloof as a celestial maiden, knelt on the ground, leaning on her sword. Her snow-white robes were covered in blood, and a rare smile appeared on her face.
"The battlefield of Mount Qunyu, victory."
As her voice fell, spiritual rain began to shower down from the sky.
A person clad in flaming red, stepping through the surging black demonic miasma covering the mountain, slowly walked downwards.
"Rong Ku Daojun!"
Accompanied by excited greetings, on the peak of Mount Qunyu, the incomplete Celestial Star Chessboard let out a roar and suddenly collapsed!