Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 344 - 333 Frightening Qiyu Sect_1

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Qiyu Sect, Ancestor Temple.

The ever-burning lamps shone brightly with light blue smoke curling around them, having been lit for over three thousand plus years and never once extinguished.

Even during the peril presented by Xuetu Hall a thousand years ago, the lamps persisted, awaiting the emergence of Ancestor Zhongxing.

"I wonder how the battle situation is progressing?"

Li Qingyun meticulously swept up the accumulated incense ash from the floor, wiped the ancestral plaques, not allowing even the smallest detail to escape his care, handling everything personally and daring not to rely on magic.

Cleaning the Ancestor Temple was an unparalleled honor in the sect.

It used to be the responsibility of Sect Leader Lei Linghe, but now it was his.

Within the Qiyu Sect, this task held extraordinary significance, symbolizing the absolute succession of the next generation of the sect’s law and naturally garnering the support of many disciples and Golden Pill Monks within the sect.

Crack!

In a corner of the Ancestor Temple, numerous soul lamps were stored, each bearing a mark of Divine Sense from a sect cultivator, providing a simple way to determine life or death.

Sounds like these had been occurring off and on in recent years, sometimes even clustering together to create a terrifying cacophony.

"I wonder which disciple has fallen at the hands of Xuetu Diabolism thieves…"

Li Qingyun sighed and was about to say something when he suddenly startled, his hair standing on end.

"Zhou Kunlong!"

"Patriarch Kun Long!"

"A Golden Pill cultivator of our sect has fallen in battle, what is the current situation? Could it be that something has also happened to my masters?"

The thought itself made him shiver, and he approached the broken soul lamp, confirming the identity over and over again.

"No doubt, it’s Patriarch Kun Long!"

Li Qingyun took a deep breath, calming himself down.

He sent a message to his own master via a jade slip and then, without any outward sign of alarm, quietly gathered the listed disciples, arranging them to wait at over a dozen completely different teleportation formations.

He quickly made his way to a secret chamber at Tianleifeng Peak known only to his master and himself, quietly waiting for something.

If there is no reply within a quarter of an hour, or if the reply does not contain the code agreed upon by the master and disciple,

he and many of the inheriting disciples would immediately leave the sect and go into hiding.

"Little uncle?"

Li Qingyun hesitated for a moment.

"Let’s wait for further information before notifying his maid."

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"King, please drink this cup."

Cultivator Baimei smiled beamingly, presenting another cup of exquisite wine, though he had never touched alcohol before, preferring to discuss the Tao over tea, but now he was no different from a seasoned drinker.

"Brother Li truly has an impressive capacity..."

The Chiyan Fox King leaned in with flushed cheeks, seemingly overwhelmed by the liquor, revealing a generous expanse of white skin and emanating a seductive fragrance, hardening one’s resolve.

"Ha ha, compared to you, King, it’s nothing."

Cultivator Baimei too was beginning to feel parched and restless, his mind racing.

Alarm bells were going off in his mind!

He subtly shifted to open up space between them.

Confident in his magic, he had several wives and consorts and was no ascetic.

But in terms of dual cultivation techniques, in the bedchamber,

this enchanting creature was not someone he was qualified to enjoy. One moment of inattention and his essence might be drained, causing his cultivation to plummet, leaving him close to death or reduced to a puppet.

"Brother Li is really so cold-hearted."

King Chiyan looked at him with mournful eyes, stirring pity, causing him to rack his brain thinking of what grievous error he had made and how he could make amends.

"King, you jest..."

With his mind swarming with distracting thoughts, Cultivator Baimei was about to activate his Clear Heart mantra to dispel his desires when his expression drastically changed.

He abruptly stood up,

His powerful aura spreading violently in all directions as his Divine Sense aggressively intruded upon every place within Xueshishan Mountain, including the healing and cultivation spaces of great demons from the Demon Country and Golden Pill cultivators of the Qiyu Sect.

"Brother, what has occurred?!"

A formidable pressure manifested, and Zhou Sanyan, at the Middle Jindan Stage, erupted with mana rushing over and landed in front of him, his Flame Mountain Magical Treasure causing the air to become hot and blurred.

He had clearly entered a state of battle readiness.

"Brother Zhou, have you healed from your injuries?"

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Chiyan Fox King lay lazily amongst the seats, seemingly not surprised at all.

"Follow me."

Cultivator Baimei and Zhou Sanyan flew out from the mountaintop to the secret chamber where Zhou Kunlong was in seclusion, and with a wave of his hand, a bolt of lightning struck out. The stone door boomed, revealing the scene within.

The spacious secret chamber was empty, devoid of anyone.

"Kun Long isn’t here? When did this happen?!"

Zhou Sanyan’s face also changed.

This place was not the sect, and even during seclusion, his Divine Sense was always spread out over a radius of tens of kilometers. He had never detected anyone leaving.

"The Ancestor Temple sent a message; Junior Brother Kun Long’s soul lamp has been extinguished."

"What?"

"Who dares to kill him?"

Cultivator Baimei’s words made Zhou Sanyan furious, and a chill started to rise in his heart.

"What kind of diabolic magic can kill a Golden Pill Monk without any of us noticing?"

"Whether it’s the handiwork of Xuetu Hall or not is still uncertain."

Cultivator Baimei’s face was ice-cold as he flew into the cave dwelling where King Kong Que was in seclusion. Another terrifying bolt of lightning was released, and the thick cave door was blasted into crumb powder.

Nothing was there.

The two brothers looked at each other, each seeing the thread of cold killing intent in the other’s eyes.

The two slowly flew back to the mountaintop.

"Your Majesty, Xuetu Hall hasn’t been destroyed yet, why the rush?"

Cultivator Baimei stared at the Chiyan Fox King lying lazily and exhibiting her beautiful and alluring curves amongst the seats, his voice ice-cold, and bits of killing intent spread out: "Where is Peacock Demon Kong Que? Did he kill our sect’s Junior Brother Kun Long?"

Although he was somewhat displeased,

he fully recognized this newly emerged Golden Pill in the sect, and felt joy for him, as the power of the sect had increased a fraction more.

Moreover, even though he had just achieved his Golden Pill, a Golden Pill was still a Golden Pill, with no difference in status from them.

Now, whoever could kill Zhou Kunlong could also kill the two of them!

"Brother Li, please refrain from grief; the Demon Country and Qiyu Sect remain allies..."

Chiyan Fox King, having anticipated this, showed no fear, smiled, and was about to say something when her face suddenly went pale: "What? Zhou Kunlong is dead? That’s impossible."

"Where is that peacock?!"

Zhou Sanyan roared.

"The silent disappearance of two Golden Pill Monks suggests it must be Your Majesty’s doing—the innate divine abilities of the Fox Tribe, correct?"

Cultivator Baimei’s expression was extremely cold: "Hand over that peacock. I don’t need his life, just abolish his cultivation base, and our two sides can still unite against Xuetu Hall, preventing their sole dominance."

"Brother Li, don’t falsely accuse and frame others, what does this have to do with me?"

Chiyan Fox King denied resolutely.

She tried to contact Peacock Demon Kong Que, but there was no response.

Checking in with Demon Country, Peacock Demon Kong Que was still alive, his soul lamp had dimmed a bit, but he was certainly still alive.

’After killing the Qiyu Swordsman, could Kong Que also covet the Nine Apertures Golden Fruit and the Golden Pill of a cultivator? With these two items, it’s highly possible for him to advance to the mid-term Peacock King.’

Such a thought emerged in her mind.

"Is he now in hiding somewhere, attempting a breakthrough in seclusion?"

If it were her, she might actually do just that.

What did Demon Country and the interests of the Demon Race matter compared to advancing to the next realm?

As for a Mid-stage Foundation Building Cultivator killing two Golden Pill Monks?

She hadn’t even dreamed of such a thing; it was too fantastical.

"And you still ask how this involves you?"

Zhou Sanyan sneered.

Bits of chilling killing intent spread between the three Golden Pill experts and the great demon.

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Beneath the water pond, on the teleportation formation.

"Hey, long time no see."

Jiang Ding took out a Third Order High-quality Soul Searching Symbol and a Third Order Low-grade Soul Calming Symbol, and placed them on the forehead of Peacock Demon Kong Que, who many had yearned for.