leonardwarren #255 - Xuanming Dafa
#255 - Xuanming Dafa
Another cultivator frowned with some worry and said, "Senior Brother, won't such slaughtering of ours incur the dissatisfaction of other sects, leading them to call us bloodthirsty and a demonic sect?"
Leng Feng laughed heartily, patted his shoulder, and said, "You haven't been with Cold Ice Mountain for long, so you don't understand the situation.
We've done this sort of thing more than once or twice. This time, it wasn't us who did the killing, but that fiend Li Chengfeng.
We'll spread the word that he's bloodthirsty, cultivates demonic arts, and massacres villagers, making his name infamous."
Upon hearing this, the cultivator immediately laughed heartily, bending over backward as if he had gained a great advantage.
He said while laughing, "Senior Brother is indeed wise! With this plan, all blame can be attributed to that fiend, and we can stay out of it and see how he avoids this inescapable net. Hahaha!"
The surrounding people echoed his sentiments, laughter rising and falling, merging into a sea of jubilation.
However, outside this jubilation, Li Chengfeng saw everything clearly. His heart was ablaze with anger, and his eyes flashed with rage.
He didn't expect the other party to be so ruthless, not even sparing ordinary people.
These people, who diligently pay taxes every year to support Cold Ice Mountain, now suffer such misfortune. It's truly heartbreaking.
A indescribable anger surged in Li Chengfeng's heart. These cultivators are simply beasts devoid of conscience!
He roared in anger, his voice echoing through the space like thunder.
He understood in his heart that all of this was caused by him. If it weren't for him, how could these innocent people have suffered this calamity?
However, on second thought, even if it wasn't him, how could these ordinary people escape this fiery pit of fate? They are raised like livestock, slaughtered at will. This is simply hell on earth!
The fire of anger in Li Chengfeng's heart burned even more fiercely. He decided to make these cultivators pay the price they deserved.
He no longer used the substitute puppet, but directly appeared in front of these cultivators in his true form.
They were laughing loudly, feeling smug about their actions, completely unaware of the approaching danger.
Suddenly, Li Chengfeng's figure appeared before them like a ghost.
His eyes were cold and sharp, as if they could penetrate the soul.
Without any further ado, he directly activated his magical power and cast a series of powerful spells, Rain Spell.
Instantly, lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, dark clouds billowed, and a torrential rain of poison poured down from the sky.
Before the cultivators could react, they were washed over by the poisonous rain, their bodies covered in wounds, and they fell from the sky, breaking their bones and tendons.
Although the three Foundation Establishment stage cultivators had profound cultivation, they seemed powerless in the face of this poisonous rain.
Their bodies were drenched in the poisonous rain, their muscles and bones constantly bubbling, in immense pain.
They tried to release their protective aura to resist the erosion of the poisonous rain, but whirlwinds suddenly appeared from the wind and rain, like spiderwebs, directly engulfing them.
These whirlwinds were like meat grinders, tearing their bodies to pieces, scattering blood mist and碎骨 all over the ground.
Li Chengfeng watched all of this coldly, his eyes without any waves.
He knew that these cultivators' sins had received their due punishment.
However, there was no joy or satisfaction in his heart, but rather more heaviness and sadness.
The Heavenly Dao seemed to always be indifferent and ruthless, treating all things as straw dogs, allowing fate to manipulate them.
In this vast world, are those innocent ordinary people destined to be slaughtered at will by those high and mighty cultivators?
Li Chengfeng was not a saint, but he knew that in this chaotic world, every bit of weak kindness was especially precious.
He understood that although he was not a savior, he should at least seek justice for these innocent people within his power.
Therefore, he no longer hesitated. With a wave of the Soul Devouring Banner in his hand, the souls of those Cold Ice Mountain disciples were devoured as if by a black hole, all of them being absorbed into it.
Their storage bags were also taken by him one by one. Those fortunes and treasures that originally belonged to them now became Li Chengfeng's spoils of war.
Immediately afterward, with a thought, the Soul Devouring Insects swarmed out, devouring all the remaining limbs and flesh of the cultivators, as well as the undissipated spiritual energy of the world.
This scene seemed to be avenging those innocent people, settling the accounts of those cultivators' sins one by one.
At this time, a gourd fell into Li Chengfeng's hands. Surprisingly, the gourd contained the souls of some mortals.
These souls were clearly victims sacrificed by those cultivators to practice evil arts. Their eyes were full of fear and despair.
Li Chengfeng felt a pain in his heart. How innocent these mortals were, yet they were treated so cruelly.
He gently patted the gourd, and the souls swarmed out, floating blankly in the air, filled with resentment.
They looked at Li Chengfeng helplessly, as if begging for his salvation.
Li Chengfeng took a deep breath and cast a spell, saying, "I will send you into reincarnation. I hope you can be reborn into a good family in the next life."
The souls seemed to have heard his call and immediately knelt down in the air, expressing their gratitude to Li Chengfeng.
Then, they disappeared, as if being pulled by a mysterious force, heading to another world.
Although Li Chengfeng could have completely regarded these souls as his own property, absorbing them into the Soul Devouring Banner to enhance his own power.
But he didn't do that. He chose a more noble path—sending them into reincarnation.
Because he knew that every life should be respected and redeemed, no matter what suffering they had endured in their lifetime.
Li Chengfeng, an ordinary person who once lived no better than the villagers, has now grown into a cultivator who can seek justice for the villagers.
His figure flashed and disappeared in place, entering his own space and beginning to count the gains of this operation.
This time, he killed three Foundation Establishment stage cultivators from Cold Ice Mountain, as well as thirty-odd Qi Refining stage cultivators.
The wealth inside these cultivators' storage bags, which he opened one by one, reached an astonishing 30,000 mid-grade spirit stones.
This number is simply astronomical for ordinary people, which shows that the cultivators of Cold Ice Mountain did obtain wealth by exploiting ordinary people.
Li Chengfeng put these spirit stones aside, preparing to use them to purchase the necessary supplies.
At the same time, he also found some elixirs, magical artifacts, and spiritual herbs specially used for Cold Ice Mountain cultivators to cultivate.
These spiritual herbs were of great benefit to cultivators who practiced the Xuanming Great Art. Although Li Chengfeng did not intend to integrate this technique into his own system, he decided to learn from it for future needs.
Li Chengfeng's choice of techniques was not to pursue power, but to focus on complementing and interacting with each other. He believed that only by integrating various techniques could he form his own unique unity of all laws.
The disciples' Fortune Pills were also properly placed, waiting for a future opportunity to exchange them for more spirit stones at the Treasure Pavilion.
What made Li Chengfeng even happier was that he found three talisman seals in this batch of storage bags.
This brought the number of talisman seals in his hand to thirteen. These talisman seals were extremely valuable resources for him.
As for those souls that he had absorbed into the Soul Devouring Banner, they were struggling, roaring, and in great pain.
Li Chengfeng did not immediately devour them, but decided to let them suffer more soul-devouring torment.
He believed that these cultivators had done many evil deeds in their lives, and they should also receive due punishment after death.
At the same time, this was also a kind of training and improvement for his own strength.