0p0 Chapter 167 Calculation
Chapter 167 Calculation
Removing the long robe he had been wearing, Chen An returned to his original appearance, unleashing his spiritual power and spiritual energy simultaneously, which converged into immortal power and was sprinkled onto the altar.
The vengeful monster, which was beginning to take on a human form, was torn apart and crushed into black dust.
With a sharp cry that echoed through the surging river and sea, the monster vanished, as if it had never existed.
"Walk."
The chaotic demonic cultivators were like flies trapped in a glass enclosure, scurrying about in all directions.
The turbid energy generated by fear might be able to forge a fear-eating monster, serving as a substitute for the annihilating monster.
Chen An clasped his hands together, and the demonic cultivator, like those half-grown children, hung in the air head down and feet up, kicking and thrashing about.
"What are you afraid of? There are three of us at the Nascent Soul stage, are we afraid of her?" The black-robed elder looked left and right and shouted.
The other two gradually stabilized their auras, exerted their strength to break free from Chen An's control, flipped themselves onto the ground, gathered demonic energy in their hands, and attacked Chen An.
Chen An placed his left hand in front of his chest, and his right middle finger touched his brow, then traced a line two inches downwards from his brow.
What was originally a filthy sacrificial site was instantly filled with celestial energy; even the most blessed grottoes for cultivation in the world could not compare.
The three Nascent Soul stage cultivators, their hands and feet bound by immortal energy, writhed and crawled like maggots after a cold autumn wind.
Those at the Two Elements Realm were helped by Chen An to be reincarnated.
After struggling in vain, the demonic cultivator calmed down. His face, which had become terrifying and ferocious due to anger and fear, was now adorned with a fawning smile as he stared obsequiously at Chen An.
Their pleading gazes made the three menacing figures seem somewhat pitiful, but Chen An found them laughable.
Without giving them a chance to argue, they were thrown into the dragon's bones.
"Boss, I knew you wouldn't abandon me."
With a sob in her voice, Shuo Ye slid down to Chen An's side, hugged her legs, and cried and sniffled.
She wiped her nose with her hand and was secretly wiping it on Chen An when her hand was bound by immortal energy.
Excluding the first night, there were thirty-two other children who were half-grown.
They shrank back, trying their best to avoid Chen An's gaze, afraid of displeasing him and ending up like those Yin-Yang demonic cultivators, not even leaving behind ashes.
Shuo Ye used his teeth to bite off the immortal power binding Chen An's hands, stood up with his hands on his hips, and pointed at them indignantly: "It was my boss who saved you, and you don't even thank me, but what do you mean by hiding behind me?"
Finally, he said something that everyone wanted to hear. Chen An lovingly patted Shuo Ye's head and cast a cleansing spell to remove the filth from Shuo Ye's hands.
"Thanks……"
The older children stepped forward, their voices trembling as they stammered their thanks, while also shielding the younger children behind them.
Chen An used his divine sense to investigate, and without exception, all of these children were promising talents for cultivating immortality. Although their talents were not top-notch, they were still beyond what Chen An could have achieved back then.
However, given the notorious reputation of the Yihe Sect, it's uncertain whether they would be willing to return with him.
"I miss my mom."
"Ah, mother."
"Go home, I want to go home."
A six-year-old boy started it, and then a chorus of cries followed.
The scene before him was the most terrifying thing for Chen Anjue.
She covered her ears with her hands, trying to compose herself.
From the crowd, a child of about eight years old walked up shakily. She took very small steps and hunched her neck, but she wasn't afraid.
She stopped three meters in front of Chen An, clasped her hands together, knelt on the ground, and looked up at Chen An as if she were looking up at a god.
When he couldn't stand the noise anymore, Chen An sent all the wailing ones into the dragon bone. For their physical and mental safety, he activated the formation to separate them from the three Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivators.
There are five left in front of them: four girls and one boy.
The remaining four girls, following the example of the first girl, knelt before Chen An, their eyes filled with indescribable emotions. The calm surface of the deep sea was turbulent beneath, and their immense heartache and hatred were suppressed under a veil of gratitude.
Chen An sighed inwardly, these were the true potential cultivators.
Have you ever heard of the Ichiwa Sect?
Several people nodded.
"If you are willing, you can join the Yihe Sect, which will make your future cultivation and self-cultivation easier."
Shuoye nodded vigorously, looking expectantly at the people in front of him, as if he wanted to pull them onto a pirate ship.
After a long silence, four people chose to stay, but the girl who had knelt down first stood up.
She kept her head tilted back, her tone calm.
"Thank you for saving me. My family was slaughtered. You came here to eradicate these scourges. I have no attachments and want to become a wandering cultivator. If I achieve something, I will definitely repay you and the Yihe Sect."
Everyone has their own ambitions, and you can't force them to be.
"Okay, I wish you success."
Following her wishes, Chen An used a teleportation array to send her back home to bury her parents.
The four who were willing to join the Yihe Sect were teleported to the sect.
As for the other children, Chen An planned to have them serve as witnesses along with the three demonic cultivators, so as to prevent the world from saying that she was in cahoots with the demonic cultivators. Finding three Nascent Soul stage cultivators would be a piece of cake.
Leaving behind eight armored men in black iron, Chen An handed the dragon bone to Shuo Ye and appeared alone in the city lord's mansion, standing by Jiu Mo's bedside, quietly watching him.
Jiu Mo's lips curved into a beautiful smile, and he slowly opened his eyes with a calm expression.
The two locked eyes, their gazes filled with murderous intent.
"You truly are splendid, with an air of otherworldly grace and a free-spirited nature," Chen An said, conjuring an array with one hand, a half-smile on his face.
Jiu Mo sat up straight, made a hand seal, and put on his clothes: "Thank you."
Chen An glanced at the half-closed door: "It's just a pity—human hearts are unpredictable."
"Human hearts are unpredictable." Jiu Moye looked towards the door, and the atmosphere around him became much quieter. "Chen An, the news that Sect Master Chen An has found out must have already spread throughout Kang Le City."
"nature."
The light green jade bracelet beside the pillow was not flashy, blending into the blue bed, yet it stood out conspicuously.
That thing still retained Qingyue's aura.
"What is your relationship with Qingyue?" Chen An brought over a table and held it in his hand.
Jiu Mo reached out to snatch it, but missed. Suppressing his anger, he said, "Give it back to me."
Chen An's fingertips traced the bracelet: "I think if you die, she will come out."
With their hands crossed, the scene before them transformed from real to illusory, and then back to real, and the two appeared on the arena at the entrance of the city lord's mansion.
The people of Kang Le City surrounded the place, making it impossible to move. They had heard of Chen An's power, but they never expected that someone could appear out of thin air. They secretly wondered if he had the ability to tear the heavens and earth apart.
The Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivator knelt on the ground, his back arched, struggling like a shrimp in a fishing net.
Upon being teleported here, Jiu Mo showed no surprise whatsoever. He stood with his hands behind his back behind the three demonic cultivators and casually remarked, "What a grand display."
The crowd waved their fists and shouted insults, their language so foul and offensive that it was like a rising tide, the sound waves crashing one after another.
Many elderly people carried baskets filled with rotten vegetables and eggs.
The noise rushed toward Jiu Mo, while the rotten vegetables and eggs lay peacefully in the basket.
He was tall and imposing with an outstanding presence. He was unaffected by the shouts and curses, and simply looked at everyone calmly. When his gaze swept over each person who hated him to the core, he always had a gentle smile on his face.
Finally, the shouting subsided, and Jiu Mo smiled with relief.
He turned around with a devout and resolute expression, as if to pay his respects.
Chen An's immortal power flew out from his fingertips, but was interrupted by the suddenly rising array.
The long needle, formed from concentrated spiritual energy, pierced towards Chen An. She withdrew her immortal power and used her spiritual energy to form a shield, blocking the needle.
"Sect Leader, everyone's here. The ceremony should begin." Jiu Mo's eyes were filled with madness and obsession, his smile suppressed deep inside, his hypocrisy and treachery nauseating.
He clasped his hands together at waist level, his head bowed, buried in his arms, his long hair flowing freely as it danced triumphantly in the morning breeze.