Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 655 - 520

Chapter 655: 520

Yan Chongzhang also seemed to sense that something was amiss.

His movements became even more astonishing.

In the sky, from the second city of Chi Ming, emanated purple qi. His arms were covered with a layer of silver dragon scale armor that extended over his fingers as he forcefully thrust his palms into the ancient wood.

In front of that immense, sunlight-blocking black tree, his figure seemed as minuscule as an ant.

But in the moment his arms trembled, the swath of black was slowly torn apart, emitting a crackling roar.

"That’s really quite outrageous."

Bai Wu’s eyelids twitched, perhaps due to the Southern Hong Seven Sons’ enduring forbearance, which led the sect to true poverty, still dependent on vassal tributes, utterly incapable of affording the Heaven and Earth Treasures required by their Dharma in the past.

These Daozi could only strive for further progress during their time in the Immortal City and with Dao Soldiers.

Outside cultivators had taken the extraordinary step of using treasures to find another path, achieving astounding enhancements in strength.

Like this Daozi from Ban Shan Sect, whose third city could not sustain the quality of purple qi and relied on a Green Luan Immortal Soldier, yet with his impressive Refinement Cultivation, he gave Bai Wu a feeling that the opponent was none weaker than Su Hongxiu.

Setting Yan Chongzhang aside for now,

these Baiyu Capital Cultivators from Ban Shan Sect, boosted by the Spiritual Physique Technique, were clearly a cut above the direct disciples of the Southern Hong Seven Sons’ elders, even at the same Boundary.

"Don’t get distracted, it’s about to emerge."

Wei Yuanzhou’s expression was calm as he softly reminded Bai Wu, with a slender Feather Blade appearing in his hand, resembling a Divine Weapon—because of its exquisite beauty, it also seemed like some ritual instrument.

As he lightly waved the Feather Blade, the sky filled with clouds suddenly stirred, transforming into a ferocious white lion hundreds of feet long in the clear sky.

The lion slowly took a step, its terrifying eyes fixed intently on the location of Yan Chongzhang.

In an instant, following Yan Daozi’s fierce roar, "Evil beast, where do you think you can escape!"

The Ghost Python Young Master, slightly larger than other black pythons, finally sprang out, shooting straight into the sky like a Jiao Dragon. With its appearance, the strong members of the Ghost Python clan who had been hiding in the ancient tree for a long time could no longer restrain themselves and followed.

Instantly, an immense surge of demonic qi swept through, filling Wang Yang with a deep ghostly light, as if heaven and earth were reversing.

If it were someone with lesser cultivation, they’d probably lose much of their fighting spirit under this demonic qi.

"..."

Given Su Hongxiu’s personality, she would definitely not care too much and would swing her sword upon seeing the demon.

But Wei Yuanzhou was different, since he had agreed to help, he would do his best.

Capturing a member of the Demon Race of Baiyu Capital’s caliber alive was several times harder than slaying them.

For this reason, he had been conserving his strength, not wasting a bit of energy.

The lion in the sky finally moved, charging towards the Ghost Python Young Master with a speed invisible to the naked eye, its forepaws cupping together like holding a ball.

Perhaps Wei Yuanzhou’s strength was not as great as Su Hongxiu’s, but in terms of experience and control over details and timing, he was nearly perfect.

He struck just as the Ghost Python Young Master was exhausted from the chase.

Just as the white lion was about to capture it,

The Ghost Python Young Master, unable to dodge, could only shout in fury, "Which sect’s cultivators are you, and why are you interfering in Ban Shan Sect’s affairs! Dare you leave your name?!"

Wei Yuanzhou, focused on controlling the white lion, and several Daozi were not foolish; regardless of the opponent’s background, they would not expose the identity of the Southern Hong Seven Sons.

Just then, another two old Ghost Pythons desperately scattered the white lion’s claws, and then facing an imminent attack from behind by Yan Chongzhang, they turned their gazes towards the distant treetops, crying out in a piercing voice:

"Lord Phoenix, please save our Young Master!"

"It’s going to be too late!"

Upon hearing this, the Southern Hong people barely reacted, but the faces of the Ban Shan Sect cultivators slightly changed.

Yan Chongzhang reached out his palm and suddenly overturned an old Python Demon, sensing that it was a trick by the Ghost Python, because if there really were a Glazed Green Phoenix here, it wouldn’t have just quietly awaited until now.

But speculation aside, he still couldn’t help but glance towards that treetop.

At that moment, a slightly heavy breathing sound finally emerged, not particularly loud, but clear enough to reach everyone’s ears despite the vast distance.

"Huff—"

Hearing this sound, Yan Chongzhang suddenly furrowed his brows, glancing at the old Python Demon under his palm, his fingertips twitched, but still, he refrained from further tearing its scales.

He could only sigh inwardly at his bad luck.

It was one thing to eradicate this group of Ghost Pythons with clean hands and go back to the sect, but another entirely to act in front of Glazed Green Phoenix.

Moreover, given the Phoenix’s daring to intervene in such a significant battle, its rank within its clan had to be high.

If he forcefully killed it...

Once it involved matters within the Unity Realm Stage, even Yan Chongzhang as a Daozi had to be extremely careful.

After all, his master had painstakingly cultivated him not to bring trouble to the sect recklessly.

"Fellow Daoists..."

With a hint of apology, Yan Chongzhang looked towards Wei Yuanzhou: "I am truly sorry, today’s matter is undoable, let us stop here."

"Understood."

Wei Yuanzhou, being a Daozi himself, could completely understand the other’s concerns.

However... he quietly glanced to the side.

As expected, Su Hongxiu, evidently not used to having demons behave this way in front of her, still clutched the White Jade Sword, her gaze faintly directed towards the green shade.

"This is their sect’s internal affair." Wei Yuanzhou could only softly remind her.