Killing the Master!

"Greetings, Master Mingkong. We've come here to rest for a while. We apologize for disturbing your meditation."

Qingxuan clasped his hands in greeting to Qingfeng Laodeng, while secretly probing him with his divine sense. Just then, Qingxuan felt his divine sense being blocked.

This surprised her greatly. The other party was just a Foundation Establishment cultivator, yet he was able to block her divine sense. This could only mean that the other party's divine sense had also reached the Golden Core realm!

This discovery made Qingxuan even more vigilant, and she increasingly felt that the monk Mingkong in front of her was not a simple person.

She immediately decided to leave; she was on the run and didn't want any further complications.

But how could Qingfeng Laodeng let Yu Zhao and his group off so easily? He smiled, clasped his hands together, and bowed, saying:

"You can stay as long as you like, there is only one monk in the temple, and the place is very spacious."

As Qingfeng Laodeng clasped his hands together, something resembling a handkerchief flew out of his sleeve. By the time Qingxuan realized something was wrong, it was too late.

The handkerchief-like magical artifact instantly sealed off the area, and Qingxuan, Lu Huaiyi, and Xuanyuan Youning suddenly found themselves unable to move.

Their five senses also began to fade, and soon, the three of them collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

As Qingxuan's consciousness sank into chaos, her last thought was: Who exactly is this monk? He actually has a magic weapon that can subdue a late-stage Golden Core cultivator like her. This is it, she's been caught off guard and has been completely outmaneuvered.

Yu Zhao and Shen Yunshu had been watching the whole thing. After the three of them fell to the ground, Yu Zhao clapped her fair hands and exclaimed in admiration:

"As expected of my master, he has so many methods. He actually managed to subdue a Golden Core expert in an instant."

"Oh? My good disciple, you don't seem surprised at all. Could it be that this Golden Core cultivator isn't your trump card?"

Seeing that Yu Zhao remained as calm as Mount Tai, Qingfeng Laodeng was unsure what other tricks she had up her sleeve, so he did not dare to make any rash moves and planned to catch up with her and talk about their master-disciple relationship first.

Despite his calm and collected demeanor, Qingfeng Laodeng was far from at ease. In his original plan, he intended to use this magical artifact to take down all five of them.

But his two young apprentices were completely unharmed, which made Qingfeng Laodeng somewhat panicked.

When people panic, they tend to talk a lot without realizing it. Old Qingfeng continued rambling on to himself:

"It seems that you disciples have had quite a few opportunities recently. Why don't you hand them over? I can pretend that nothing happened and the three of us can continue to live peacefully."

"That won't do, Master. I won't be at peace until you die."

As Yu Zhao spoke, Shen Yunshu had already silently walked to the side, waiting for the right moment to make her move.

She knew very well that today it would be either her and her senior sister who died, or her master who perished.

At this moment, Shen Yunshu's hands were trembling, not from fear, but from excitement.

She could finally kill this old man Deng. Just as her senior sister had said, they wouldn't be at ease until this old man was dead.

Once this old man dies, no one will know about their past as demonic cultivators, and they can change their ways and live upright lives.

Qingfeng Laodeng was not angry at Yu Zhao's words; in fact, he was somewhat pleased. "Zhao'er, I have always felt that you are most like me, which is why I have always spoiled you and wanted to see how many surprises you could give me."

Now it seems my training was very successful. We've been master and disciple for a time, so I'll give you a chance. Make your move!

"No rush, Master. I have a question I'd like to ask you before you die."

Just as Qingfeng Laodeng was wary of Yu Zhao having some hidden tricks up her sleeve, Yu Zhao was also wary of her opponent. She was deliberately stalling for time. She didn't believe that Laodeng's strange magic weapon could trap Qingxuan forever. If she could delay until Qingxuan was freed, then she wouldn't have to put in any effort.

Old Master Qingfeng seemed oblivious to Yu Zhao's thoughts, his face still bearing a doting smile, as if his disciple wasn't trying to kill him, but rather was being affectionate.

"What would Zhao'er like to ask you?"

"Master, do you know that person?" She pointed at Qingxuan.

Qingfeng Laodeng shook his head and then nodded, "I wouldn't say I know her. I only know that she is the Grand Elder of Luoyue Sect, but we have never truly met."

"Do you know Qingyunzi?"

"We're not familiar with each other either," Qingfeng Laodeng denied again.

This puzzled Yu Zhao greatly. She had initially suspected that Old Deng had some connection with the Luoyue Sect, but judging from Elder Qingxuan's reaction just now, he didn't seem to recognize Old Deng.

Now, Old Deng's words can be seen as indirect evidence.

Why do the Second Elder Qingyunzi and this old man look somewhat alike?

Moreover, why are there so many people in the Falling Moon Sect who also practice the Blood Fiend Technique?

This question seems difficult to answer at present, so Yu Zhao stopped worrying about it and decisively summoned the Human Emperor Banner. Holding the Human Emperor Banner, he used it as a gun to stab Qingfeng Laodeng.

Although Yu Zhao has not yet fully unleashed the power of the Human Emperor Banner, it can still be used as a melee weapon. Given the power and strength of the Human Emperor Banner itself, a Foundation Establishment cultivator would definitely not be able to withstand it.

Yu Zhao acted swiftly, giving Qingfeng Laodeng no time to react. Furthermore, the Emperor's Banner was of such high quality that it was as light as a feather when attacking, but its weight was also ridiculously heavy.

One force can overcome all methods. Qingfeng Laodeng could neither block nor dodge it, and could only watch helplessly as the spear tip pierced his body.

In the instant she stabbed him, Yu Zhao's methods were extremely ruthless. She flicked the spear upwards again, and the sharp tip of the spear tore the old man in two.

But Yu Zhao did not let her guard down. She felt it was too easy. With Lao Deng's methods, it was impossible for him to kill her so easily.

Just as Yu Zhao had predicted, Qingfeng Laodeng was indeed not dead; his split corpse had turned into two Qingfeng Laodengs.

As soon as the two old men appeared, they rushed towards Yu Zhao and Shen Yunshu, one on each side.

Shen Yunshu dared not slack off and, without the slightest hesitation, used the magic given to her by the Ten Thousand Demon Tower. Her hands turned into white bones, and she fought against Qingfeng Laodeng in the most primitive way.

You bite me, I tear you apart; it doesn't resemble a battle between cultivators at all, but rather a fight between wild beasts.

The scene was extremely bizarre and bloody.

On the other side, Yu Zhao's battlefield situation was much more refined. Holding the Emperor's Banner and standing on a flying sword, she fought against Qingfeng Laodeng.

Sword beams swirled around Yu Zhao, protecting him while also occasionally attacking Qingfeng Laodeng.

She was focused on two things at once, wielding the Emperor's Banner as a weapon while simultaneously manipulating the sword's edge.

Meanwhile, Qingfeng Laodeng was surrounded by blood-red skulls, his body transformed into three heads and six arms, wielding all sorts of weapons, and for a time the two were evenly matched.

The blood-red skulls surrounding Qingfeng Laodeng were quite eerie, and their attack angles were extremely tricky; once someone was touched by them, a piece of flesh would be torn off.

Yu Zhao's strength waned as the fight progressed; Lao Deng's tactics were too flashy, while Qingfeng and Lao Deng grew increasingly unrestrained with their smiles.

"Hahahaha! Zhao'er, all your skills were taught by your master. What makes you think you can kill your master? Your useless senior brother's Moon Shadow Sword Technique is far from enough!"

Yu Zhao ignored the trash talk. She seized the opportunity to sweep the Emperor's Banner in her hand, forcing Lao Deng back a few steps. Then she decisively put away the Emperor's Banner and quickly formed hand seals.

As she formed hand seals, a gigantic phantom of Buddha appeared behind her. Upon seeing this phantom, Qingfeng Laodeng's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in surprise:

"How do you know the Buddhist Little Tathagata Palm technique?"

His response was a golden hand of the Buddha's phantom striking down. This palm strike seemed to carry the power of heaven and earth. Before the palm even arrived, the bloodthirsty aura around Qingfeng Laodeng was shattered.

He fell directly from mid-air, followed closely by a golden hand that slammed down—the Lesser Tathagata Palm, one of the thirty-six supernatural powers of the Vajra Prajna Temple, a sacred Buddhist site, with top-notch exorcising effects.

With a single palm strike, Qingfeng Laodeng's two bodies were shattered. The power of this palm strike was extremely terrifying, leveling the entire temple to the ground.

Yu Zhao didn't even consider whether Qingxuan, Lu Huaiyi, and Xuanyuan Youning would survive after that palm strike; she was only focused on killing Lao Deng.

As for his junior sister... she had the Ten Thousand Demon Tower brought out from the ruins, so naturally she would be fine.

Yu Zhao didn't think he had the ability to shatter a celestial artifact.

With a single palm strike, everything seemed to return to calm, but Yu Zhao dared not relax her divine sense, scanning the area below inch by inch.

She saw her junior sister Shen Yunshu lying on the ground covered in blood. Although she was seriously injured, she was not in mortal danger. She also saw Qingxuan and the other two trapped by that magical artifact that looked like a handkerchief.

The three of them were unharmed. The magic weapon had trapped them, but it had also protected them, so it could be considered a blessing in disguise.

But Qingfeng Laodeng was nowhere to be seen. It seemed as if he had truly been killed by a single blow, but Yu Zhao firmly believed that Laodeng was not dead because his breath was still present.

Just as Yu Zhao was scanning with her divine sense, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, and without any hesitation, she slapped her back.

At that moment, Yu Zhao caught a glimpse of the person who had attacked her from behind – it was none other than her fifth senior brother, who had been refined into a pill. With a single palm strike, her fifth senior brother turned to ashes.

"My dear disciple, you've given your master quite a few surprises. Well then, your master will give you a surprise in return."

As Qingfeng Laodeng's slightly manic voice faded, Yu Zhao saw wisps of blood mist rising from the ground, which transformed into figures.

There were eight people in total, all of whom were acquaintances of Yu Zhao. They were the eight senior brothers and sisters who were ahead of her when she entered Qingfeng Temple!

Upon seeing an old friend, Yu Zhao's expression remained unchanged. He lingered on his senior brother for a moment before jokingly saying:

"Master, it seems you've really run out of tricks. You've even brought out my senior brothers and sisters. Do you think I care about them?"

"Of course you wouldn't care."

At this moment, Qingfeng Laodeng appeared behind the eight figures. He was no longer the otherworldly immortal he had been before; he had become neither human nor ghost, his crimson eyes filled with resentment.

"This is the foundation for my enlightenment. As long as I gather the nine Heavenly Mandate Souls, I can become an immortal in one step. Now everything has been ruined by you, my wicked disciple!"

"I had the best of intentions to guide you to immortality, yet you all disobeyed me. You deserve to die, you deserve to die!"

Old Qingfeng was filled with resentment. He had spent hundreds of years and consumed so many disciples to refine eight main souls. He was just one step away from success, but now it was all destroyed.

He attacked before the Nine Souls Heaven-Defying Technique was fully successful, rendering all his efforts futile. How could he not hate it?

"Eight Souls, heed my command! Form the Soul-Devouring Array and devour her!"

Since his foundation has been destroyed, then we'll all perish together!

With Qingfeng Laodeng's command, the eight main souls moved, but the main soul led by Yu Zhao's senior brother's soul was a beat slower, causing the so-called Soul Devouring Array to fail to take shape.

Yu Zhao saw her senior brother's spirit's mouth move slightly. Although it didn't utter a sound, Yu Zhao understood the shape of his lips:

Junior sister, kill him!

That silent roar embodies so much blood, tears, and suffering!

"You brat, how dare you!"

Upon discovering that his most valued disciple still retained his sanity, Qingfeng Laodeng roared in anguish. He never imagined that he, who had planned to perish together with his opponent, would be outmaneuvered by a dead man.

Yu Zhao wasted no time. After giving her senior brother a deep look, she decisively made her move. Her hands formed a hand seal again, and her red lips parted slightly, her voice calm yet carrying a hint of divinity:

"Heaven is clear and earth is at peace, all things follow their natural course; Heavenly Thunder, obey my command, descend!"

As the sound faded, daylight instantly turned into night, and streaks of lightning flashed and struck down in the blink of an eye. Yu Zhao stood in the sea of ​​lightning, her eyes also flashing with lightning. At this moment, she was like a thunder god acting on behalf of heaven.

"Five Thunder Technique! How do you know the Five Thunder Technique? How could you possibly perform the Five Thunder Technique?!"

At this moment, Qingfeng Laodeng felt his cultivation philosophy collapse. He never expected that the beggar he had picked up was actually related to the Celestial Master lineage of the Dragon Tiger Holy Land.

Moreover, even if a Celestial Master were to be reborn, this Five Thunder Technique could not surpass this.

He couldn't understand why Yu Zhao possessed such abilities.

In the end, Qingfeng Laodeng and his eight main souls were annihilated together in the sea of ​​lightning.

The thunder subsided, the sky cleared, and a ray of sunlight shone through the clouds onto Yu Zhao. At that moment, Yu Zhao truly relaxed, a smile appearing on his face as he murmured to himself:

"Senior Brother, fellow senior brothers and sisters, I have fulfilled my promise to you. Old Deng is dead, you can rest in peace!"

Old Master Qingfeng probably never anticipated his disciples' determination to kill him. After Yu Zhao was brought back to Qingfeng Temple by him, her senior brothers and sisters went to great lengths to cultivate her.

All for this final, decisive blow, they placed their hopes and mission on Yu Zhao. In their eyes, their junior sister was the most likely to complete the mission, so they gave it their all.

Every senior brother and sister risked their lives to try and figure out Qingfeng Laodeng's true intentions. It can be said that Yu Zhao understood Qingfeng Laodeng better than Qingfeng Laodeng himself.

After confirming that Qingfeng Laodengzhen was dead, Yu Zhao felt relieved. From then on, her Dao heart was fulfilled, and nothing and no one could make her feel uneasy anymore.

"Hahahahaha!"

Yu Zhao couldn't help but burst into laughter, when at that moment, a faint voice came from behind him.

"Senior sister, I know you're happy, but can you wait a while before you're happy? I feel like if you don't save me soon, I'll have to go join Master."

Lying on the ground, Shen Yunshu weakly raised her small hand, indicating that she could still be saved.

Yu Zhao: "..."

This is such a mood killer!