I Slay Gods and Demons in the Deceit Night
Chapter 416 - 279: The Great Elder of the Holy Land! The Divine Power of Duke Murky Spirit!_2

Chapter 416: Chapter 279: The Great Elder of the Holy Land! The Divine Power of Duke Murky Spirit!_2

"What?"

The Great Elder revealed a shocked expression and angrily said, "Three years? With my current condition, I won’t last half a year, let alone maintain it! Doesn’t this sentence me to die while still hoping... who was it given to?"

His complexion turned ugly, and he slowly said, "The Li Shen Sect? Twelve years ago, when I left, that young upstart whose reputation had just begun to rise? How long had he been in the Qi Refining Realm at that time? Today, how much weight does he carry? Does he even deserve to compete with me for the Landscaping Technique?"

"The Li Shen Sect..."

Old Qi’s expression became grave as he said, "This person has an Innate Taoist Body, with all meridians open and all acupoints clear, a rare genius seen only once in hundreds of years! After entering the Holy Land, he was highly regarded by the Saint Master in every possible way!"

After hesitating for a moment, Old Qi added, "Moreover, his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, reaching the peak of the Qi Refining Realm in just a few years."

"It’s said that his cultivation speed was so fast it had major flaws, and to avoid losing control, he forcefully pulled out all the True Qi seeds from his body, crippling his cultivation!"

"The Saint Master values this person even more, personally bestowed a new technique, allowing him to cultivate from the beginning and climb to the peak again!"

"Despite starting over from scratch after crippling himself, he still firmly holds the seat of the number one person in Qifeng Prefecture!"

As Old Qi spoke, the complexion of the Great Elder grew even more somber.

"Just because this person is outstanding enough, the Landscaping Technique was bestowed ahead of time?"

The Great Elder slowly said, "In the Holy Land, matters are not judged solely by talent but also character! Over the years, there have been many geniuses who lost control, and many more who became Tribulation Ash... What merits does he have to deserve the Landscaping Technique?"

Old Qi’s expression grew more complicated as he said in a low voice, "Within the Three Prefectures of the Holy Land, this person truly has an illustrious record, having slain many powerful evils and high-ranking members of the Tribulations... Just in Qifeng Prefecture alone, two who were appointed as Vice Sect Hierarchs died at his hands!"

After another moment of hesitation, Old Qi said, "What’s more important is that, to the east of Qifeng Prefecture City, he blocked a Forbidden Land all by himself with his own strength!"

The atmosphere fell into silence.

In the end, the Great Elder spoke in a low, somber voice.

"Is there no hope for me to receive the Landscaping Technique?"

"Wait a few more years..." Old Qi said hoarsely.

"I can’t wait that long." The Great Elder continued.

"Otherwise, invite the Li Shen Sect over, reason with him, appeal to his emotions, use your many years of achievements to ask him to relinquish this chance at the Landscaping Technique?" Old Qi spoke up, "Next time, with your achievements, yield it to him again?"

"The path of cultivation, one step amiss, all steps go awry; one step slow, a lifetime slow." The Great Elder slowly said, "Do you think, if it were you, would you agree?"

"..." Old Qi fell silent.

"If it were me, I wouldn’t agree either!"

The Great Elder’s tone was cold as ice as he slowly said, "How many people know that I’ve returned?"

"Apart from disciples, only the Saint Master."

Old Qi said, "After the Saint Master bestowed the Landscaping Technique, he again went into seclusion."

The Great Elder sighed, reached out to pat Old Qi’s head, and said, "You’ve all suffered these years..."

"Master, you’ve taken it too seriously, you’ve crossed mountains and rivers, serving the Holy Land, venturing into Forbidden Lands, all for the true arduous achievements... for the peace of the Holy Land..."

Old Qi’s face flushed with shame, his voice trembling, "It’s my incompetence, despite cultivating the messenger eagles according to ancient methods, I still couldn’t fully replicate the Thunder Message Eagles from five thousand years ago... Otherwise, if the message had arrived a few days earlier, before the grand hall’s decision, perhaps the Saint Master would have passed on the Landscaping Technique to you."

"Yes."

The Great Elder expressed his sentiment with a sigh, and his eyes suddenly turned icy cold as he grimly said, "Why are you so incompetent?"

Old Qi was shocked in his heart, about to look up when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck.

The Great Elder’s body was covered in green scales, his eyes dark and deep, chilling to the extreme.

His palm, like a sharp claw, gripped Old Qi’s neck, the sharp talons cutting through, as blood flowed freely.

He lifted his seventh disciple with his hand, and in his eyes, there was no longer a trace of fondness.

Only resentment and anger, as well as a thirst for blood.

"Master..."

Old Qi opened his mouth, eyes filled with fear.

He couldn’t imagine that the man who treated him like his own son would actually kill him!

Even less could he imagine that the Great Elder, who had fought tirelessly for the Human Clan and entered the Abyss that was said to be a near-certain death, all for the stability of the Holy Land, would also have a day when he completely lost control.

"I didn’t have to be like this..."

The Great Elder’s emotions surged, looking at the green scales on his arm with no more thoughts of suppressing the mutation.

"It was you who forced me, walked into a dead end!" He grimly said.

Opening his wide mouth filled with sharp, ferocious teeth, he bit through his disciple’s neck, greedily consuming the blood.

Having drained the body dry, he felt his own body seem to grow stronger.

He looked down at the dried-up corpse at his feet, a flicker of sorrow crossing his eyes.

He couldn’t help but crouch down and wail loudly.

The sounds he made, however, were like the mourning of a wild beast.

"I..."

The Great Elder’s voice was as raspy as metal scraping against metal, quivering as he said, "My disciple... I only have one disciple left..."

He wept silently, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He reached out with his hands, now turned into sharp claws, and touched the dried-up corpse of his disciple.

A surge of boundless anger and resentment welled up in his heart, blinding his eyes.

"They wanted to kill me, so they killed you!"

"Old Seven, your master will surely avenge you!"

"You make your master stronger!"

"Your master will kill all your enemies for you!"

With his claws, he tore open Old Seven’s chest cavity, plunged his head in, and devoured the organs, leaving it hollow.

---

Meanwhile, in East Mountain Prefecture.

After traveling with the Prefecture Master for the entire day, and as night approached.

They encountered a man, about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old.

The man carried a long sword on his back, his expression solemn.

Clad in white, he embodied a certain elegant air.

In this era of strange nights where the weak are prey for the strong, brutish Martial Artists were common!

It was rare to encounter someone with such an outstanding bearing.

This alone was enough to conclude that this man was not of ordinary stock.

"This is the ninth true disciple of the Great Elder of the Holy Land, named Fu Zhong," said the East Mountain Prefecture Master. "He has met Duke Murky Spirit and has been afflicted with his schemes. To this day he carries a serious injury that continues to trouble him."

The man approached and made a bow.

His gaze first fell upon the East Mountain Prefecture Master, to whom he nodded slightly.

Then he turned to look at Mr. Lu and Lin Yan, a scrutinizing flicker passing quickly through the depths of his eyes.

He then smiled and said, "Mr. Lu, the second Refining God practitioner in the history of Qifeng Prefecture, your name is well-known. I have long admired you."

"Ordinary people seeking shortcuts to rise to the heavens can’t perfect their Mana or Divine Body, ultimately remaining an incomplete Refining God Realm."

Mr. Lu stroked his beard and replied, "I’m no match for the Ninth Master. In the future, you may well enter the path through martial arts and achieve legitimate Refining God Realm."

"You flatter me too much," said Fu Zhong. Then, looking at Lin Yan, he continued, "Is this the Inspection Envoy Wu Chang? Young and peerless, unparalleled in our era, whether in the Three Prefecture or in the Holy Land, no one stands at your level. I, too, have heard much of your great name!"

"You are too kind," responded Lin Yan. "Born in the Holy Land, practicing new techniques, and studying the supreme teachings of the Three Prefecture, you must be nearing the Refining God Realm by now..."

It seemed close, just one step away.

But how long it would take to take that step, no one knew.

That one step could either lead to an abyss or a divine platform.

"Enough with the formalities," the East Mountain Prefecture Master waved his hand and said, "I’m a man close to death, and time is precious... Mr. Lu, please proceed quickly to find Duke Murky Spirit’s trail!"

He said this and let out a breath, continuing, "This is a powerhouse from three thousand years ago, controlling a Blessed Land, a tyrannical ruler. His malevolent spirit has descended upon my East Mountain Prefecture, and if it’s not eradicated... I won’t be able to rest in peace even in death!"

"Understood!" declared Mr. Lu, turning his head to instruct, "Lei, prepare to capture the spirit!"

Lin Lei’s expression was serious as he nodded his head.

Lin Yan also quietly drew the Divine Bow.

Soon, they saw Mr. Lu wield his Mana and direct it onto Fu Zhong.

There was a moment of silence.

Fu Zhong’s face gradually turned pale.

Beads of sweat also appeared on Mr. Lu’s forehead.

After a while, Mr. Lu uttered a low shout, "That’s about it."

Then they saw Lin Lei lash out with his long whip, striking Fu Zhong’s face.

A red mark instantly appeared on Fu Zhong’s face.

But at the site of the red mark, a faint trace of Divine Power connected to the tip of Lin Lei’s whip, like an invisible thread.

"Pull it out!"

Mr. Lu commanded, "Wu Chang, use the Divine Bow to shoot out this strand of Divine Power!"

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