Chapter 1011: Blood Coffin

Jiang Fan touched his nose. "Campaign against Jiang Fan from the mainland?"

Seeing that Jiang Fan was finally interested, Hua Wuying nodded repeatedly. "That's right, that's right."

"Senior, you've also heard of that Jiang Fan's bad reputation, haven't you?"

"Bad reputation?"

Jiang Fan was a bit puzzled. "Did he do something wrong?"

Hua Wuying looked surprised. "Senior, you don't know?"

"This person named Jiang Fan is from the mainland. He actually trampled over the prodigies of our Three Divine Sect and Seven Great Sects, climbing all the way to the top of the Ancient Path to Heaven. It's truly despicable!"

She gritted her teeth, speaking fiercely. "A junior disciple from a remote region actually defeated our Divine Sect's disciples."

"It's an utter disgrace!"

"You have no idea how furious the Hall Master was when I came down from the Ancient Path to Heaven, or how harshly he scolded me!"

"It was the same for all the other Divine Sect disciples; not a single one escaped a severe dressing-down."

It's been over a month already; is this still going on?

Jiang Fan cleared his throat. "This doesn't really count as doing evil, does it?"

"If your skills weren't as good, can you really blame him?"

Hua Wuying scoffed. "If that were the only thing, of course we wouldn't have the nerve to blame him."

"But he destroyed the Ancient Path to Heaven! It made all of us who came after climb painstakingly for over nine thousand steps, only for it to be all for nothing!"

"Isn't that despicable?"

Jiang Fan was taken aback. "Who told you Jiang Fan destroyed the Ancient Path to Heaven?"

It was clearly the ancient Demonic Mirage's avatar.

How did he get blamed for this?

Hua Wuying explained, "He was the first to arrive, and then the Ancient Path to Heaven was destroyed shortly after."

"If he wasn't behind it, who else could it be?"

Jiang Fan was speechless.

The events of that day were significant, involving karmic repercussions from outside their realm.

Consequently, the high-ranking members of various sects who knew the truth did not disclose it to their disciples.

This led to everyone blaming Jiang Fan.

What a scapegoat!

"Senior Tyrant, just tell me if this Jiang Fan should be campaigned against or not."

Jiang Fan nodded. "He should! Do you want me to help you campaign against him?"

Hua Wuying's eyes lit up with joy. "That would be wonderful!"

"With Senior Tyrant, wouldn't that Jiang Fan be terrified and trembling?"

Jiang Fan said nothing further.

He let Hua Wuying control the cloud.

Meanwhile, he seized the opportunity to cultivate the Dark Heaven Eye.

His last attempt to cultivate it to the first layer was interrupted by Hua Wuying's tribulation. Now, he aimed for complete mastery.

In terms of practical combat effectiveness, it was a formidable weapon in close quarters.

Especially when the opponent was caught completely off guard.

Even a fearsome creature as difficult to deal with as the Infernal Wasteland Beast had its eyes blinded.

If he had cultivated it to the third layer then, he might have been able to instantly explode its head, eradicating the threat permanently.

With this in mind, he took out a cluster of blood lightning, which had been significantly depleted, and continued his cultivation.

Half a day later.

Jiang Fan looked at the considerably diminished blood lightning, slightly surprised.

"Cultivating to the second layer actually consumed seven strands of blood lightning."

"It seems that the more sections of the Six Heavenly Thunder Arts one cultivates, the more thunder power is required."

When cultivating Cloud Shadow, a few makeshift thunder clusters were sufficient for success.

For the Undying Blade, even depleting the residual lightning left by the Heavenly Secret Pavilion Lord's tribulation was enough.

Now, seven strands of blood lightning, which were several times more potent than the residual lightning at the tribulation site, only allowed the Dark Heaven Eye to reach its second layer.

Wouldn't even more thunder power be needed for later stages of cultivation?

"Senior, we're about to pass by Mount Qingli."

Hua Wuying reminded him.

Jiang Fan was surprised.

Mount Qingli is this close to True Word Venerable's Moon Washing Lake?

If he remembered correctly, Mu Ying, Yu Tiandu, and others were from Mount Qingli.

This place was the territory of rogue cultivators, a mixed bag of individuals.

Most of them were rogue cultivators in the Foundation Establishment or Core Formation realms, with very few in the Nascent Soul realm.

Even if there were, they would only be in the early stages.

Suddenly, a towering pillar of fire erupted from the base of the Mount Qingli mountain range.

Upon reaching the clouds, it exploded outwards in all directions.

A visible layer of blood-red flames swept across the sky.

Everything in its path was incinerated to ash, and even space itself showed faint black cracks.

Hua Wuying was startled.

This fiery shockwave was beyond what her One-Aperture Nascent Soul could withstand.

She quickly maneuvered the cloud downward, but it was too late.

They were about to be engulfed by the flames.

Suddenly, identical blood-red flames surged from behind her, coalescing into a lotus flower that shielded them both.

It was Jiang Fan's Asura Karma Fire.

The surging blood-red ripples automatically parted when they encountered the Asura Karma Fire.

This miraculous sight left Hua Wuying stunned.

"Senior Tyrant, what was that?"

Jiang Fan's expression remained composed, and he said nothing.

Once the flames subsided, he immediately rode the cloud to the point of eruption.

The mountain range had been scorched through, creating a massive black crater a thousand zhang in diameter, which revealed a vast underground palace.

Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes.

"Asura Karma Fire actually erupted here."

He couldn't help but recall Kui Xing, the one who controlled Mu Ying and others and traveled across vast oceans to the Heavenly Secret Pavilion!

"Could it be that Mu Ying and the others encountered Kui Xing while exploring this underground palace?"

Jiang Fan's gaze flickered.

He descended, riding on a cloud.

Although Kui Xing was dead, Jiang Fan had always harbored a significant question regarding his existence.

All Asura clan members from the same era were dead.

So why was he still alive?

A Three-Aperture Asura couldn't possibly endure the erosion of a thousand years.

The answer lay within this underground palace.

Inside the underground palace.

"Mu Ying, hurry and leave!"

"I'll hold them off!"

The underground palace had collapsed, revealing a crystal coffin filled with mysterious blood.

The surrounding area was covered with the incinerated remains of Mount Qingli's rogue cultivators, reduced to ash.

Mu Ying was severely burned, her body bloody and bruised, and her right hand was gone.

She hid behind an old man, a Core Formation Ninth Layer Perfection expert, looking at the ashes of her companions scattered across the ground, her face filled with grief and indignation.

"Uncle, I'm not leaving! I'll fight them to the death!"

After Kui Xing's death, they returned to Mount Qingli and once again turned their attention to the underground palace.

For safety, she invited an uncle, a Core Formation Ninth Layer Perfection expert, to accompany them.

This time, their expedition was very smooth. They successfully located the mysterious coffin that had once contained Kui Xing.

The preciousness of the blood in the coffin, which had kept Kui Xing from decaying for a thousand years, was clearly immense.

However,

What they didn't anticipate was that their actions had been noticed by the White Bone Alliance, the largest rogue cultivator group in Mount Qingli.

While they were unprepared, the alliance activated the traps in the area, killing everyone.

Only her uncle and she reacted in time, narrowly escaping with their lives.

But that was only a temporary reprieve.

The opposing group consisted of seven individuals, all at Core Formation Ninth Layer Perfection.

The group was led by a Hall Master from the White Bone Alliance, whose aged face contorted with greed.

"I've long heard that you possess clues to an an underground palace secret realm."

"I've been watching you, and I never thought the rumors were true!"

"This mysterious blood, even Soul Transformation Venerables would find it interesting, wouldn't they?"

Noticing Mu Ying's hateful stare.

His eyes turned sinister. He gestured with a finger and said, "Eliminate them."

"News of this place must not be leaked."

The six Core Formation Ninth Layer Perfection rogue cultivators immediately attacked.

How could Mu Ying and her uncle possibly defend themselves?

Within three to five exchanges, both were severely wounded.

Mu Ying's other arm was also severed.

A cold, black blade seized the opportunity to slash towards her neck.

Mu Ying despaired.

If she had known this, she would have stayed at the Heavenly Secret Pavilion.

She had traveled thousands of miles to return, only to fall into an enemy's trap!

With all her companions dead, her own life held no meaning.

*Clang!*

But just as she braced herself for death,

A dark figure suddenly flashed before her, a familiar silhouette in black, blocking the blow.

With a light flick of his finger, he not only blocked the precious blade but shattered it. The shattered fragments of the blade then impaled the attacker's body, creating numerous bloodied holes.

The faces of the remaining six White Bone Alliance rogue cultivators drastically changed.

Their pupils constricted as they felt the aura emanating from the young man.

The leading Hall Master's eyes sharpened. "Senior, I am a Hall Master of the White Bone Alliance."

"Our Alliance Leader is also a Nascent Soul realm cultivator."

"I ask you to think twice before acting!"

The young man nodded. "I'll borrow your words."

"News of this place cannot be leaked."

He then flicked his finger, and six blood-red lotus flowers shot forth.

"You dare provoke our White Bone Alliance—"

His words abruptly cut off.

The six individuals, without even a scream, simultaneously turned to ash.

Mu Ying stared, wide-eyed and speechless, at the back of the figure in front of her.

Her uncle, with a gravely solemn expression, struggled to his feet and shielded Mu Ying behind him, his face pleading.

"Senior, please be merciful and spare my niece's life."

"She will absolutely keep silent and guard the secret of this place."

"This junior begs you."

He made a move to kneel.

But he was held in place by an invisible force.

To his utter astonishment, the young man turned around and looked at Mu Ying with a faint smile.

"Senior Sister Mu, why put yourself through all this?"