Chapter 673: Bai Ling Fairy

Five years had passed in the blink of an eye.

On a deserted island in the Red Moon Sea, dozens of red sea snake corpses lay scattered on the beach. These red sea snakes lay haphazardly as the seawater washed ashore, carrying away a significant amount of blood.

A moment later, a group of large, entirely blue demonic shrimp surfaced. One of them, a mid-grade second-tier demonic shrimp, was three zhang in size with eyes the size of brass bells. Over twenty blue demonic shrimp moved quickly towards the beach. Upon reaching the red sea snakes, they opened their large mouths and began to gnaw.

Just then, countless yellow mists suddenly appeared, followed by a pale yellow light barrier that emerged, covering dozens of blue demonic shrimp. More than ten blue demonic shrimp, not caught within the yellow light barrier, hurriedly rushed back the way they came at extreme speed.

A muffled "rumble" came from the ground as two gigantic yellow crocodiles suddenly emerged from underground. They opened their gaping jaws, revealing rows of sharp teeth, and each lunged to bite a blue demonic shrimp. These two demonic shrimp were only first-tier, with weak defenses. The two yellow crocodiles easily bit through their exoskeletons, causing them to struggle violently, their bodies thrashing continuously. The other blue demonic shrimp rushed towards the sea, attempting to escape back into the ocean.

A startling high temperature assailed them as more than ten gigantic fireballs, the size of water tanks, descended from the sky, accurately striking the blue demonic shrimp. Boom! A series of explosive sounds rang out as rolling flames engulfed the more than ten blue demonic shrimp, causing them to let out a series of miserable screams.

Under a coconut tree not far away, a spiritual light flashed, revealing ten cultivators. Their clothes all bore a red lotus pattern; it was Wang Qingling and her group. Wang Qingling was already at the seventh layer of Foundation Establishment, as was Wang Qingjun; however, in terms of overall strength, Wang Qingling's power was superior to Wang Qingjun's. Four Foundation Establishment cultivators and six Qi Refinement cultivators formed a demon-hunting team.

Wang Qingling flicked her wrist, and a large swarm of golden-spotted flame insects flew out from a spirit beast bead, transforming into a two-zhang-long red flying fork. Enveloped in red flames, it aggressively struck towards the blue demonic shrimp. Wang Qingqi summoned two red flying eagle puppet beasts, each spewing a thick stream of red flame that struck the blue demonic shrimp. Boom! The rumbling sounds continued, and the flames intensified greatly. The blazing inferno engulfed the blue demonic shrimp, causing them to let out a series of miserable screams. A red flying fork, enveloped in blazing flames, flew forth, piercing through the body of a blue demonic shrimp and pinning it to the beach. More than ten thick beams of light struck the bodies of the blue demonic shrimp, piercing through them.

At the same time, inside the yellow light barrier, a large expanse of gigantic yellow boulders suddenly appeared high in the air, falling rapidly and smashing the blue demonic shrimp into meat paste. The second-tier demonic shrimp, possessing stronger defenses, opened its mouth and shot out more than ten thick, transparent water arrows. These struck the yellow light barrier, which emitted a series of thudding sounds but remained completely still. The yellow boulders seemed endless, continuously appearing within the yellow light barrier and mercilessly smashing onto the blue demonic shrimp. Even though the blue demonic shrimp had thick hides and tough flesh, they could not withstand the impact of so many yellow boulders. This was not the end; sharp earthen spikes broke through the ground, savagely piercing through the bodies of the blue demonic shrimp.

A chorus of wails rang out as dozens of blue demonic shrimp were crushed under dense yellow boulders, their bodies mangled. Some were not dead and emitted mournful wails, their bodies twisting incessantly, trying to overturn the yellow boulders on top of them, but it was to no avail. A dazzling yellow light suddenly appeared high in the air, transforming into hundreds of yellow boulders that quickly plummeted. With hundreds of yellow boulders smashing onto them, no blue demonic shrimp survived.

At this point, Wang Qingling and Wang Qingqi had also dealt with the more than ten first-tier demonic shrimp. They deactivated the formation and processed the demonic beast corpses.

"Other cultivators are approaching. Be vigilant," Wang Qingling reminded them, her expression solemn. The most dangerous part of hunting demonic beasts is not the beasts themselves, but other cultivators. Wang Qingling and her group had encountered several ambushes, but none of their attackers were a match for them.

A streak of green escape light appeared on the horizon, rapidly flying towards them. Before long, the green escape light stopped, revealing a green flying boat. Over twenty cultivators stood upon it, led by a round-faced man in his early thirties, at the eighth layer of Foundation Establishment. With eight Foundation Establishment cultivators and fifteen Qi Refinement cultivators, their overall strength was much greater than that of Wang Qingling and her group.

Wang Qingling smiled slightly and asked earnestly, "Fellow Daoists, how may I help you?"

The round-faced man saw the red lotus pattern on Wang Qingling's clothes, and then the two yellow crocodiles gnawing on the blue demonic shrimp. He seemed to recall something, and a sincere smile appeared on his face. He said, "No instructions, Fairy Wang. We were just passing by. We apologize for the disturbance."

The round-faced man made a hand seal, and the green flying boat brightened before flying away into the distance.

"Oh, they left so quickly? I thought we were in for a tough fight!" Wang Qingling said with a light chuckle.

Wang Qingqi and Wang Qingjun exchanged a glance, a bitter smile appearing on both their faces. "Tenth Sister," Wang Qingjun said, "They probably recognized you. Almost everyone knows of Fairy Hundred Spirits."

On one occasion, Wang Qingling and her group encountered a band of evil cultivators. The opposing side had nine Foundation Establishment cultivators and fifteen Qi Refinement cultivators. Wang Qingling unleashed her spirit beasts, spirit insects, and spirit birds, and she alone eliminated three Foundation Establishment cultivators. Although the Wang family suffered many casualties and all of Wang Qingling's blood-lusting locusts were wiped out, she emerged victorious. A demon-hunting team that passed by witnessed the entire process. After this incident spread, Wang Qingling earned the title 'Fairy Hundred Spirits'. With her cultivated spirit beasts, spirit insects, and spirit birds, Wang Qingling had established a considerable reputation. Cultivators with any discernment dared not scheme against her.

"'Fairy Hundred Spirits?' Wang Qingling chuckled. 'If only I had tamed a hundred types of spirit beasts. Quickly process the demonic beast corpses and return to Red Lotus Island. If we truly encounter a master, they won't be scared away by a mere reputation.'"

After processing the demonic beast corpses, Wang Qingling released a green flying boat, carrying all her clansmen towards Red Lotus Island.

Eastern Barren Lands, Hundred Spirits Sect.

Wang Changxue lay in bed, her hair completely white and her face covered in wrinkles. She was on her deathbed. Su Cheng had passed away two years prior, and Wang Changxue was also nearing her end. Wang Qingkai and Su Yuren, a man in a green robe, stood to one side, while Guang Dongren stood to the other, their expressions slightly sorrowful.

Guang Dongren had already cultivated to the ninth layer of Core Formation. Logically, as a sect elder, he didn't need to be present, but years ago, he had chosen to help Ye Tong achieve Core Formation instead of Su Cheng, and he felt a pang of guilt in his heart.

"Nephew Wang," Guang Dongren said, "I sent people to the South Sea, but we haven't found Bingbing. Don't worry, this old man will take good care of Yuren." Su Yuren was Wang Changxue's youngest son and Su Bingbing's younger brother.

"Aunt Changxue, please rest assured!" Wang Qingkai added, "I will also take good care of Cousin Yuren."

Wang Changxue nodded contentedly and said, "Yuren, if your sister returns, tell her to cultivate diligently. As long as she and you are well, your father and I will be at ease."

"Mother, your son understands," Su Yuren choked out. "Please don't speak anymore. Please rest well!"

Hearing this, Wang Changxue slowly closed her eyes. Su Yuren wailed loudly, his expression filled with profound grief.

Guang Dongren let out a soft sigh and said, "Yuren, please restrain your grief and accept the changes. I will send people to properly handle Nephew Wang's funeral arrangements."

"Indeed, Cousin Yuren," Wang Qingkai added, patting Su Yuren's shoulder, "you don't need to be too sad."