Chapter 1159: Demonic Sect Internal War

Sect Master Yang spoke unhurriedly. "Tell me where it was found, and I might consider sparing your lives." He had gone to great lengths to obtain intelligence that someone near Muxue City had acquired what was suspected to be Leng Ningxiang's legacy. He was certain his left arm was among Leng Ningxiang's burial artifacts.

If he knew where Leng Ningxiang was buried, he could find his left arm. But he had never found it. The Nine Nether Sect and the Glorious Sun Sect had only recently arrived in the Far North, yet they had already found his left arm. They must know where Leng Ningxiang's legacy was.

"What thing?" asked Mu Baiyi and Sect Master Chi, who were about to attack, perplexed.

"You're putting on quite a show. It seems neither of you wants to live!" Sect Master Yang's face darkened; he clearly refused to give in until faced with no other choice.

Mu Baiyi thought the man named Yang was absolutely insane. Then again, the Ruthless Sect members were all insane, and as their leader, Yang's nonsensical rambling was perfectly normal. He suppressed the urge to curse and simultaneously attacked with Sect Master Chi.

"Let's go together!"

"Golden Crow True Flames!" Countless Golden Crows, formed from Golden Crow True Flames, flew from Sect Master Chi's eyes. They were lifelike, as if the Golden Crow itself had reappeared. The Golden Crows shot towards Sect Master Yang like lightning. Sect Master Yang, with his incomplete arm and soul, was unwilling to face such extremely yang energy and leapt into the air.

"Avici Hell – Great Grinding Mill!"

A colossal iceberg materialized above Muxue City, causing an uproar among its citizens. "What is happening? Why has an iceberg suddenly appeared?!" From the iceberg, countless bronze chains, seared scorching hot by flames, descended with a clatter, extending towards Sect Master Yang, who had leapt into the air. Sect Master Yang became entangled in the searing bronze chains and was dragged towards the iceberg hovering above Muxue City. The Great Grinding Mill of Avici Hell embodied the concept of Yin and Yang. The iceberg represented extreme Yin, while the chains represented extreme Yang. When a sinner's soul was bound by the extremely Yang chains to the extremely Yin iceberg, it was as if they were being crushed by a millstone, the torment ceasing only when they were ground to dust.

"Golden Cicada Shedding its Shell."

Lu Yang was contemplating whether to ask Immortal Fairy to open the ice casket. Before he could decide, he heard earth-shattering sounds from outside. He pushed open the window and saw Mu Baiyi and Sect Master Chi fighting with a stranger.

"Whoa, what's with the fight?"

Meng Jingzhou slapped his thigh in regret, thinking he should never have come to the Far North. They hadn't encountered four Great Demon Kings, but now they had four Tribulation Stage cultivators. Whose 'Mortal Transformation' experience involved four Tribulation Stage cultivators battling above them?

In the backyard, the old horse looked up at the sky, occasionally lowering its head to graze, then looking up again. It hadn't come to the Far North as a protector this time, but to watch the commotion. Finally, there was some excitement to watch.

"Why is Mu Baiyi calling him Sect Master Yang? Could he be the Ruthless Sect's Sect Master Yang?" In Lu Yang's memory, only the Ruthless Sect's leader was named Yang, their true name unknown. According to the two captured deputy sect masters, they weren't even sure if the Sect Master's surname was truly Yang.

"It really is Yang Kongtong. I can't believe that fellow is still alive; he's incredibly resilient," Immortal Fairy's voice echoed in Lu Yang's ear. "I can't believe he didn't die when he was dismembered. Instead, he used a secret technique to fall into a deep sleep and escape death. Or perhaps his concubines didn't intend to kill him, but merely wanted a part of his body to keep with them forever?" Immortal Fairy mused. "But regardless, his method isn't as good as my 'Feigned Death Technique,' anyway." Immortal Fairy boasted proudly that if the practitioner was dismembered while feigning death, they could be restored to their original state simply by lifting the technique, unlike Yang Kongtong, whose soul was still missing the part corresponding to his left arm.

"So, the Ruthless Sect's Sect Master Yang is Yang Kongtong?" Lu Yang realized, seeing that the Ruthless Sect's foundation was indeed profound.

At Su Yuan's home.

Su Yuan anxiously watched the sky, surprised that a battle had suddenly erupted from the direction of the martial arts hall just as he returned home. He hoped Teacher Lu and the others were safe.

Within Su Yuan's spiritual space, the white figure, who had sealed his own power, witnessed the battle between the three sects through Su Yuan's eyes. The moment he saw Yang Kongtong, cold sweat broke out, and his body trembled uncontrollably. Lost memory fragments continuously surfaced, piecing together his past experiences.

"I... I remember! I am the City Lord of Muxue City!" He suddenly looked up, his rage soaring to the heavens, and roared at Yang Kongtong: "It was you! You killed me and took my place!"

At Shi Yi's home.

The Ice Dragon Clan Chief, who had been reminiscing, stared dumbfounded at the sky. "By the Ancient Ancestors, how did four Tribulation Stage cultivators suddenly appear?" He thought Muxue City didn't have a single Tribulation Stage cultivator? He had only come for a parent-teacher meeting, to get acquainted with Lu Yang. Was there really such an exciting event planned after the meeting?

In the sky, attacks continuously rained down. If they landed in the city, countless casualties would ensue. Muxue City's high-ranking officials simultaneously acted to block these attacks. They didn't realize their City Lord was no longer the original one. Muxue City had a protective formation, but only the City Lord knew how to activate it. And Yang Kongtong naturally wouldn't care about the deaths of Muxue City's citizens.

"Damn it, two attacks are coming at me simultaneously!" Deputy City Lord Ma thought, realizing he couldn't block both. Suddenly, a small wooden sword flew past, blocking one of the attacks.

"Senior!" Deputy City Lord Ma exclaimed excitedly, looking for the owner of the small wooden sword. So, that revered sword master had been in Muxue City all along.

"How troublesome," Yang Kongtong muttered, a hint of impatience in his voice. He was fighting three opponents and still subtly held the upper hand. But achieving victory quickly wouldn't be easy. "Once I get my arm and complete my soul, all problems will be easily solved." Yang Kongtong fought while moving towards the martial arts hall.

"No, stop him!" Mu Baiyi grew anxious. Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou were in the martial arts hall; nothing must happen to them! Moreover, he had a faint premonition of disaster. If Sect Master Yang got close to the martial arts hall, there would be no chance of victory. Seeing Mu Baiyi's reaction, Yang Kongtong was certain that Mu Baiyi had found his arm.

"Burning Sky, Boiling Sea!" Sect Master Chi and Liu Zhen attacked simultaneously. Scorching flames appeared in their palms; a mere wisp could evaporate a lake.

"Avici Hell – Abhi Blade!" Mu Baiyi wielded the Avici Abhi Blade. Its blade was pitch black, entwined with ghostly figures. It had been nurtured in Fengdu for decades, becoming his destined magical artifact after he ascended to the Tribulation Stage.

"Plum Blossom Immortal Palm." Yang Kongtong was unwilling to directly confront these techniques. He resorted to his old trick, striking Sect Master Chi's abdomen with a palm. Sect Master Chi flew like a kite with a broken string, crashing through the martial arts hall's ceiling and landing in front of Teacher Lu, writhing in pain on the ground.

Yang Kongtong's gaze fell upon the two ice caskets displayed on the platform. Xue Shilou noticed Yang Kongtong's gaze and quickly shielded his ice casket.

"Found it!" Seeing Xue Shilou's unusual reaction, Yang Kongtong extended an invisible hand and forcibly snatched the ice casket.

"My ice casket!" Xue Shilou cried out, but it was no use.

Yang Kongtong couldn't help but touch the ice casket. How long had it been? His body was finally complete. His intimate confidantes hadn't killed him after dismembering him; instead, each had taken a part of him. They buried his body as funerary objects. Unwilling to be buried like that, he used a secret technique to fall into a deep sleep. During the Great Xia Dynasty, his head was awakened by a minor cultivator. He continuously cajoled the minor cultivator into finding the other parts of his body, helping him recover to his peak.

"No, don't let him get the ice casket!" Mu Baiyi shouted, realizing the ice casket contained the "thing" Yang Kongtong was referring to.

"Too late!" Yang Kongtong crushed the ice casket without hesitation, taking out an ice pillar shaped like an ice sword.

The battle suddenly ceased. The three Tribulation Stage cultivators from the two sects looked at Yang Kongtong with uncertainty and surprise. Was this ice sword truly so precious?

"Where's my arm?!"