The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 16 Fool

The Qingxuan Sect Leader took a deep breath, turned around, and strode back to his room.

"Activate the grand formation!" The voice of Sect Leader Qingxuan echoed from the room: "Defend with full force! No one is allowed to enter or leave without my order!"

Zhou Heng and his three disciples exchanged a glance and replied in unison, "Yes!"

The mountain-protecting formation was activated, and a layer of pure white light enveloped the entire Qishan Mountain. Pure air circulated on the light screen, and thousands of fireflies flickered.

The sect leader of Qingxuan entered the meditation room alone, and the stone door slowly closed behind him.

The Qingxuan Sect Leader took out a golden pill from his storage bag and placed it in his palm. The pill emitted a warm light, had a fragrant aroma, and was full of spiritual energy.

He stared at the pill for a long time.

Then, Sect Leader Qingxuan closed his eyes, put the pill in his mouth, and swallowed it...

On the other side, Yun Weiyang was standing in a side hall of the Flying Immortal Sect.

Zhou Heng and his third disciple stood opposite him. Zhou Heng's face was still smeared with blood, but his expression had returned to calm, and he was no longer as panicked as before. His third disciple stood to the side, silent, his hands clenched tightly, and his face was somewhat pale.

"Alright," Yun Weiyang said with a smile, "With the pressure from the Yunlei Sect, the sect leader must have made up his mind and will surely be able to advance successfully this time."

Zhou Heng nodded and bowed deeply to Yun Weiyang.

"Thank you very much, Brother Yun."

Yun Weiyang waved her hand.

"I'll go down the mountain first to pick up Zhi'er and the others," Yun Weiyang said. "You all guard the mountain and wait for the sect leader to emerge from seclusion."

Zhou Heng nodded, took a token from his waist, and waved it at the palace gate. The light barrier of the mountain-protecting formation cracked open, just enough for one person to pass through.

Yun Weiyang stepped out, and her figure quickly disappeared into the clouds.

After Yun Weiyang left, the side hall fell silent.

Zhou Heng looked at his silent third disciple and sighed.

"Junior brother," Zhou Heng said in a low voice, "Junior sister Zhi'er will only be truly happy if she follows Brother Yun. Brother Yun is a true disciple from Xingxiu Sea. If Junior sister Zhi'er follows him in the future, she will not only reach the Dao Embryo stage, but also a higher level of cultivation. We and she are already from two different worlds. Let's just consider our encounter in this life as a dream."

The third disciple stared at the dazzling protective array around the mountain, his hands clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, his face was deathly pale, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a word. He turned his head to look at Zhou Heng and gave a bitter smile.

At the foot of the mountain, Yun Weiyang found Zhi'er.

Zhi'er was waiting idly by a grove of trees with a dozen or so disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect. When she saw Yun Weiyang appear, a smile immediately bloomed on Zhi'er's face. Ignoring the gazes of the other disciples, she ran over and threw herself into Yun Weiyang's arms.

"Brother Weiyang!"

Yun Weiyang put her arm around Zhi'er's shoulder, a bright smile on her face.

"It's a success," Yun Weiyang said. "Grandpa has already begun his advancement."

Zhi'er raised her head and looked at Yun Weiyang's face, her eyes filled with admiration and love.

"Thanks to you, Brother Weiyang," Zhi'er said. "I really don't know how to thank you enough."

At this point, Zhi'er smelled the faint herbal scent on Yun Weiyang, her face flushed, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

Yun Weiyang put her arm around Zhi'er's shoulder and straightened her body.

Zhi'er seemed to realize something, and slowly closed her eyes, her face full of shyness.

Yun Weiyang looked at the face before her, a face that was both shy and happy, and smiled.

"idiot."

Zhi'er opened her eyes and looked at Yun Weiyang blankly.

She hadn't yet realized what those words meant.

next moment.

puff!

The world spun around.

Zhi'er saw a clear blue sky, a few white clouds drifting by, and the treetops swaying in the wind. Then she saw a headless corpse, dressed in a light pink dress, lying on the grass.

Blood gushed from the corpse's neck, staining the grass red.

That was her body.

In the final moment, Zhi'er finally understood something. A trace of confusion, bewilderment, and disbelief remained in her eyes.

Then, everything returned to darkness.

Yun Weiyang dropped the long sword in her hand, took out a brocade handkerchief from her sleeve, and slowly wiped the blood off her face. Looking at Zhi'er's corpse, she had a faint smile on her face.

"Junior Sister!"

"Brother Yun, what are you doing!"

The disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect finally came to their senses. Looking at Zhi'er lying on the ground and Yun Weiyang, who was holding a long sword and covered in blood, their faces were filled with confusion, shock, and anger.

A young disciple rushed forward, held Zhi'er's body in his arms, and looked at Yun Weiyang with grief and indignation.

"Yun Weiyang! You've gone mad!"

Yun Weiyang looked at the dozen or so disciples in front of her and smiled.

"You are just like this woman."

"Equally stupid."

As soon as she finished speaking, a bell appeared in Yun Weiyang's hand.

The Bell of Terror.

A crisp bell rang.

The disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect raised their swords and charged towards Yun Weiyang, but the sound of the bell pierced their ears and their consciousness like needles, cutting into their souls.

One of the disciples screamed and collapsed to his knees, clutching his head.

Second place, third place, fourth place...

The ringing grew more frequent and shrill. A disciple's head exploded with a thud, splattering blood and brains everywhere. Then came the second, the third, the fourth…

In the blink of an eye, all of the dozen or so disciples fell to the ground, their heads exploded, their bodies twitched twice on the grass, and then lay still.

Yun Weiyang put away the alarm bell and threw the blood-stained handkerchief on the ground.

I looked up at the mountaintop.

"It should begin."

In the quiet room, the Qingxuan Sect Leader sat cross-legged on a futon, his body surging with pure energy.

The moment the pill entered the stomach, a warm spiritual energy surged from the dantian and flowed through the meridians to the limbs and bones.

The Qingxuan Sect Leader felt as if his body was being soaked in warm water, every pore was opening up, every inch of his skin was cheering, and the bottleneck that had been stagnant for more than a hundred years began to loosen, like the first crisp sound of cracking coming from under the frozen river.

With his eyes closed, Master Qingxuan circulated his cultivation technique, guiding his spiritual energy to converge in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Everything is normal.

The spiritual energy was abundant, even more abundant than he had imagined. The cultivation level of the Qingxuan Sect Leader was slowly rising, the withered Dao Embryo was trembling, and the three souls and seven spirits were gradually solidifying under the nourishment of the spiritual energy, transforming into Yin Spirit.

This is the process of advancing from Dao Embryo to Refining Spirit, condensing the soul into Yin Spirit, and from then on, the mind and spirit are clear, and one understands everything.

The Qingxuan Sect Leader had no distracting thoughts, only the desire to break through. He was too old, too old to wait any longer. Zhi'er was still trapped on the spiritual vein, and the Yunlei Sect's army was pressing in. He had to break through as soon as possible and rescue her.

Inspiration continued to flow.

The bottleneck continues to ease.

The cracks are getting bigger and bigger, and it looks like they're about to break through completely.

Just then, the inspiration suddenly died down.

Like a river suddenly drying up, spiritual energy ceased to flow, and the ascent of cultivation stopped. Sect Leader Qingxuan opened his eyes, his brows furrowed.