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Chapter 924 - Chapter 924 Chapter 924 Evil Cultivator Executed

Chapter 924: Chapter 924: Evil Cultivator Executed Chapter 924: Chapter 924: Evil Cultivator Executed As Liu Feng’s body swelled, the black banner in his hand had, at some unknown point, turned crimson!

At that moment, Feng Jun let out a muffled groan and his body wavered slightly.

This was the consequence of his limited knowledge about evil cultivators; in fact, there were many types of them, such as those who wielded Soul-Capturing Banners, who had a good set of skills to combat Divine Sense Attacks.

However, Feng Jun didn’t know this, and seeing the pervasive Yin Energy around him, he couldn’t refrain from forcefully launching a Divine Sense Attack.

After all, he had a cheat device in his hand, and with four helpers by his side, he wasn’t afraid of any accidents.

But an accident did indeed happen. His Divine Sense Attack fizzled out as if a clay ox had entered the sea, eliciting no response. Immediately after, an extremely vicious intention transmitted from the opposite side, not only infiltrating his Divine Sense but also attempting to drag his soul sea over.

Luckily, he had the cheat device…

After resting for a day in the Earth Plane, Feng Jun re-entered the mobile phone plane.

This time, clad in Flame Armor, he appeared and, without a second thought, unleashed two consecutive Falling Thunder Techniques.

These two Falling Thunder Techniques consumed sixty percent of his Spiritual Energy, forcing him to retreat back to Earth to replenish his energy before re-entering the mobile phone plane again and casting another Falling Thunder Technique.

This was his strategy, but to others, it seemed like Feng Jun had directly unleashed three devastating Falling Thunder Techniques, causing Liu Feng’s body to tremble and shrink considerably.

Thunder spells have always been the bane of evil cultivators, especially those who cultivate Yinsha energy.

Following this, Feng Jun flicked his wrist and released a Blazing Flame Talisman, an artifact of the Qiuchen stage coming from the Crimson Pheonix Sect’s Bai Luan.

This single talisman was worth hundreds of Spirit Stones, as it was a talisman of a Qiuchen-stage cultivator. This was considered cheap; if there were Qiuchen-stage talismans that could be activated by Qi-Refining Practitioners, even selling for over a thousand Spirit Stones would be normal.

Feng Jun was actually hesitant to use this talisman because he could just wear down the opponent with the Falling Thunder Technique by frequently exiting the plane. Why waste the talisman?

Unfortunately, there were not only he and the evil cultivator present, but also four other cultivators on his side.

These four were manageable, but the critical point was that he couldn’t be sure whether someone was hiding in the shadows, observing the battle.

Anyone truly perceptive could estimate the Spiritual Energy he had spent based on the power of his Falling Thunder Technique. Feng Jun knew he had already been conspicuous in the Qiuchen Market and didn’t want to attract more attention.

Whether it was the “Falling Thunder Technique that consumes little energy but is greatly powerful” or the “ability to quickly recover Spiritual Energy during battle,” these conjectures could attract even more covetous gazes.

Thus, he used the Falling Thunder Technique three times, which was his limit, before triggering a Blazing Flame Talisman.

However, Liu Feng was tenacious. He screamed in agony from the burning but continued to struggle furiously. “Death… you’ll all die!”

This time, Feng Jun held nothing back, drawing his Long Blade of the utmost yang treasure weapons and charged forward, hacking wildly–now wearing Flame Armor, he did not fear close combat with the opponent.

Seeing him engaged with the evil cultivator, the other Qi-Refining Practitioners finally took action. However, no one dared to approach for melee combat, only able to cast spells like Fireball Technique or Cleansing Heart Technique, which specifically countered evil cultivators.

In reality, after Feng Jun’s barrage, Liu Feng was already severely injured, and his artificially enhanced cultivation level through secret techniques had been beaten down.

Truth be told, if Liu Feng had not transformed, which provoked Feng Jun’s onslaught, perhaps he could have lasted longer.

Even more audaciously, had he used all his techniques, including some that burned his blood essence, there was a chance he could have escaped.

Now that he had used a secret technique, his cultivation level had indeed risen to the high-rank of the Qiuchen stage, but that was no match… for the numerous methods Feng Jun possessed to counter evil cultivators.

This was Feng Jun’s fortune and Liu Feng’s misfortune. Initially, Feng Jun had made extensive preparations to handle two Qiuchen-stage Ghosts in the Danxia Heaven Secret Land, many of which he hadn’t used when they were defeated, and today they were put to use.

All Liu Feng could do, as he was being bifurcated by a slash, was to detonate his upper body suddenly, a black shadow darted toward Feng Jun amid a sky filled with blood-red light, shouting, “Heart Devil Great Curse!”

He knew his self-destruction most likely couldn’t harm his opponent, given how strong the Flame Armor was against evil cultivators, but he believed the Heart Devil Great Curse could succeed.

This was a desperate move from a Qiuchen Middle Phase cultivator using all his lifespan and blood essence. He didn’t believe a cultivator one rank lower could withstand it.

His entire willpower transformed into the obsession of the curse–You can’t escape this!

Yet, his final thought in this life was… huh, where did he go?

When Feng Jun struck down his opponent, he was already on edge. Knowing the extreme measures of evil cultivators, and recognizing the self-destruction, he anticipated trouble. Hearing “Heart Devil Great Curse,” he didn’t hesitate to flash out of the mobile phone plane.

Although he didn’t know much about evil cultivators, he still had plenty of basic knowledge, and he was certainly clear about what a Heart Devil Curse was.

The Heart Devil Great Curse can only be developed by evil cultivators. Cultivators often encounter heart devils, which are naturally occurring, but only evil cultivators can use a curse to spawn heart devils in their opponent’s heart.

However, its effectiveness is not very significant. Usually, when cultivators slay evil cultivators, they do so with a clear conscience, thinking, “I am acting on behalf of Heaven, extinguishing a scourge upon the world. What is there to feel guilty about?”

These cultivators, when advancing in rank, can easily overcome the Heart Devil Curse.

But the Heart Devil Great Curse is different. Anything termed a “Great Curse” is not ordinary.

Specifically, the Heart Devil Great Curse doesn’t only surface when a cultivator is advancing ranks–it can occur at any time, turning even minor nuisances like a sudden period into sources of utter disenchantment with life.

Such negative emotions can surface unpredictably and linger with the cursed for a very long time, affecting not only their mood but also their cultivation progress. Over time, it can easily destroy a cultivator.

Only a persistent and far-reaching impact like this is worthy of being called a Great Curse.

However, Feng Jun was prepared and naturally would not fall for it.

With a swift movement of his body, he temporarily evaded the lock of the curse–the so-called curse stems from profound resentment towards a specific person and has a powerful tracking ability, far more potent than infrared or laser guidance.

His evasion of the lock was temporary; he merely dodged the incoming direction of the curse, not the curse’s original lock.

But crossing planes should be enough to elude the lock entirely.

Curses that cross planes indeed exist, but no intermediate-level hermit practitioner, let alone those at the Nascent Soul Middle Phase, could manage that feat.

For safety’s sake, Feng Jun even shared a second of the passage of time via an app on his mobile phone with the outside world.

Just one second of shared time was enough.

So when he reappeared in the Earth Plane, onlookers saw that Liu Feng’s self-destructive attempt before his death failed to harm Grandmaster Feng, and the horrifying shadow of the “Heart Devil Great Curse” disappeared into the night sky, whereabouts unknown.

Feng Jun looked at the pile of mangled flesh before him, furrowing his brows slightly and then spoke calmly, “Linghai, block those curious mortals.”

The intense battle had woken the inhabitants of a village, the closest family being merely five hundred meters away–the very family Liu Feng had kidnapped, whose walls had collapsed due to his self-destruction.

Now, a cultivator needed to step forward and inform everyone: the fight was between those of high cultivation level.

Zhou Linghai was the sharpest of the three combat cultivators in handling these matters. He darted out and summoned a glowing colossus crying out, “Malicious spirits run rampant, everyone secure your homes!”

Ordinary people, accustomed to tales of malicious spirits and now witnessing a tall white colossus, naturally chose to stay inside, even shuttering their windows.

While Zhou Linghai was settling the villagers, Liang Zhongyu leaped daringly to retrieve an item in the commotion.

His excitement made his voice waver, “Grandmaster Feng, the evil cultivator’s storage bag!”

Feng Jun gestured dismissively, “You all take a look first. If it’s just Spirit Stones, then split them amongst yourselves.”

Truthfully, he was also keen on snatching that storage bag, considering it belonged to an intermediate-level hermit practitioner.

But he needed to stay alert and watch his surroundings carefully, wary of another hermit practitioner suddenly appearing.

Logically, the likelihood was small. Even if there were other hermit practitioners nearby, seeing the conflict evolve into a battle of good versus evil, they would probably not intervene.

But who could say for certain in this vast world? It wouldn’t be abnormal for some fool to show up all of a sudden.

Regardless, Liang Zhongyu’s skill in claiming spoils of war was indeed unparalleled; ordinary people likely couldn’t compete with him.

Feng Jun, being a high-rank hermit practitioner, didn’t want to quibble over trivial matters with these Qi-Refining Practitioners, so he let them handle it–though he had been the main force in the fight, his junior brothers also drew a fair share of enmity, and earning some Spirit Stones was not a big deal.

Moreover, he trusted that if there were any truly valuable items, none of these people would dare to pocket them secretly.

I’ve already given you the opportunity to make a profit. If you truly don’t appreciate it, then… that wouldn’t be a problem of how I conduct myself.

Sure enough, about ten minutes later, Liang Zhongyu approached with news, “Sir, we found a copy of the ‘Ten Thousand Souls Scripture’ and the living souls of two cultivators in the storage bag…”

“Cultivator’s living souls?” Feng Jun’s brow furrowed. The presence of such items confirmed the involvement of an evil cultivator. If it were the living souls of major sect disciples, this alone would be enough to doom the one plotting against him, “Which sect’s cultivators?”

“What sect could they belong to?” Liang Zhongyu gave a bitter laugh, followed by a sigh, “They can only be loose cultivators. If it were major sect disciples, even if the evil cultivator got them, they would immediately assimilate the souls. Who would carry around living souls?”

He couldn’t help but laugh bitterly–this was the sorrow of loose cultivators.

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