The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 713: Bloodbath at the Human World’s Sects and Temples

Chapter 713: Bloodbath at the Human World’s Sects and Temples

The Chief Manager of the Eunuchs understood Emperor Muwu’s meaning.

With Qi Hong’s death, the deterrent force was gone.

Most of the ministers and generals of Qi Nation were intimidated by Qi Hong’s evil martial arts, so their loyalty was questionable.

The general of the Jianggu army, most likely, would take this opportunity to seize power.

This battle would not be easy.

It could take three to five years, or even longer.

The Chief Eunuch said, "Your Majesty has the Duke of Anguo and the General of Cavalry assisting you; victory is assured."

Emperor Muwu sighed, "I hope so."

The Ninth Brother said that Chu Yan would withstand the test.

Previously, he thought so too, but now, things were uncertain.

Because the boundary layer was gone, how could those cultivating in the Immortal World not intervene?

Ruyang, Chuyun Temple.

Over twenty Daoists in the temple had their throats slit and hearts gouged out.

Sticky blood flowed down the stairs.

It looked like a waterfall.

In the main hall, the Palace Master led the remaining Daoists, holding up talismans to defend their position.

But the martial artists gathered their spiritual power and attacked all at once, breaking the talisman formation.

The Palace Master and the others were struck back by the impact, falling to the ground and spitting out blood.

A group of martial artists, their faces covered, walked in.

Their aura was menacing.

Their killing intent was overwhelming.

The Palace Master clutched his chest, gasping for breath, and said, "Who are you?! Why are you slaughtering at Chuyun Temple?! We have no enmity with you!"

Chuyun Temple had stood for a thousand years, with deep foundations.

They had always exterminated evil spirits and done good deeds, never having made enemies. The imperial court had rewarded them, and even the local officials treated them with respect.

How could they have offended these people?

Not only were they ruthless, but their martial arts were also strange. They could even break their talisman formation with a single strike.

The leader of the group didn’t even glance at them.

Instead, the martial artists split into several groups, immediately ransacking the corners of the main hall.

They found many books:

"Big Brother, these are talisman books! Excellent!"

"Big Brother, here’s a book on formations!"

"Big Brother, here are classics on alchemy, music, and swordsmanship!"

The leader took a quick look and laughed, "We didn’t come here for nothing. Chuyun Temple has stood for a thousand years, and most of the books they’ve collected are from a thousand years ago. These will be very useful to us!"

He threw out several Qiankun Bags and said, "Quickly pack up the books and leave. If Cinian and the others arrive, we’ll be in big trouble."

Another martial artist said, "Big Brother, why worry? Although Cinian issued an edict in Jiuzhou Town, we came to borrow these items. Martial artists from other cities are also here. Cinian’s forces are limited. Can they manage all the Taoist temples in Mu Nation?"

They had received news from the Upper Realm, and every one of the ten major cities had acted on the same day, launching a bloodbath to loot the factions and temples of the Human World.

The mortal realm had preserved these books from a thousand years ago quite well. They were indeed getting a big haul.

After all, their resources had been plundered by the Upper Realm. They could do nothing about it, but now they could vent their frustrations on the Human World.

The leader of the martial artists felt the same. He opened a map and said, "There’s a small temple about ten miles ahead. Let’s stop by and have a look."

Hearing this, the Palace Master’s face changed. "You will not go!"

Although he didn’t know where these people came from, Chuyun Temple had already been attacked. He could not let the small temple ahead suffer the same fate!

The Palace Master’s eyes grew cold.

Taking advantage of the fact that they were busy collecting the books, he bit his finger and secretly drew a talisman in the palm of his hand.

It was the Heaven Thunder Talisman.

However, he was too weak. Drawing it was extremely painful.

His face turned pale, and his body trembled slightly.

Suddenly, his finger halted, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Master!"

"Palace Master!"

The Daoists cried out in alarm and rushed to support the Palace Master.

At the disturbance, the leader of the martial artists turned around.

He looked at them, his face cold. "You damn Daoists, still trying to draw a talisman?"

He stepped forward, drawing out a bloody great sword.

The Daoists stood in front of the Palace Master.

"You can take what you want, just don’t harm anyone else!"

"The Palace Master was confused and couldn’t complete the talisman. Please spare him!"

"..."

One by one, they begged, their bodies trembling but not moving an inch.

The leader of the martial artists raised an eyebrow and suddenly smiled. "Alright, if you want me to spare you, then cut off your right hands."

These Daoists had no spiritual power, but they were still able to draw talismans with their own cultivation. This irritated the leader greatly.

After all, there were almost no books on talismans in the Lower Realm.

The Daoists froze, staring blankly at the leader.

"You... How can you be so vicious? Aren’t you afraid of retribution?"

The leader of the martial artists laughed.

The other martial artists followed suit, laughing wildly.

The leader of the martial artists bent slightly, his voice teasing. "Retribution? We’re not afraid of that."

He threw a dagger.

The cold light flashed, and it was extremely sharp.

"If you want to live, cut off your right hand!"

The faces of the Daoists turned as pale as paper. Without their right hands, how could they wield swords? How could they draw talismans?

The Palace Master gasped for breath and cursed:

"Although the heavens have no eyes, I don’t believe you won’t face retribution!"

"Even if you get these books, with your hearts, you won’t be able to understand their mysteries!"

The leader of the martial artists curled his lips, a mocking smile appearing. "We are cultivators, strong enough to draw energy into our bodies. We’re different from you mortals. We have talent and spiritual power. How could we not understand the mysteries?"

He was growing impatient.

With a flick of his wrist, the sword flashed, and he coldly said, "Aren’t you going to make a move? If not, don’t blame me for being merciless."

However, the Palace Master had recovered and finally completed the Heaven Thunder Talisman in his palm.

He raised his hand to the sky and suddenly shouted, "The heavens are boundless, and I call upon the five thunder gods!"

The blood-red talisman glowed with brilliant light.

The sky changed in an instant.

Thunderclouds rolled in, as if they were about to crush the entire temple!

Whether they were mortals or cultivators, everyone feared the Heavenly Thunder.

The martial artists immediately changed their expressions.

They were only at the Qi Refining stage. How could they resist the Heavenly Thunder?

However, the leader of the martial artists remained calm and said, "He has no spiritual power. The talisman won’t be that powerful. Let’s all use our spiritual power to resist!"

"Yes!"

They quickly formed a circle.

The Heavenly Thunder roared and struck down!

The roof shattered.

Tiles fell.

In the instant the fierce wind rose, they too summoned their spiritual power, gathering their strength to resist the Heavenly Thunder.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of impacts rang out rapidly.

As the martial artists joined forces to resist, it seemed that they could actually block the Heavenly Thunder.

Seeing this, the Palace Master quickly said, "You need to leave now!"

He had exhausted his energy and could no longer draw another Heaven Thunder Talisman.

The Daoists knew this was their only chance. They quickly stood up.

The Palace Master had no strength left, but they refused to leave him behind. They insisted on supporting him as they fled.

This delay caused a bit more time to pass.

They stumbled and fell, and before they reached the gate, the main hall behind them exploded with a loud rumble.

The roof almost completely collapsed, and the walls began to crumble.

Amidst the rising dust, over ten figures appeared, surrounding the people of Chuyun Temple once again.

"Damned Daoists! Leave your heads behind!"

The leader of the martial artists shouted angrily.

The sword was now enveloped in spiritual power, able to sever three or four heads with a single strike.