Chapter 246

Chapter 246: Destroying the Sect and Hunting for Treasures

Hunt for Treasure!

A powerful punch to the heart, unleashing a powerful force, completely crushed Mo Zhen’s chest. He lost his balance and flew backward.

“Puff!

” In mid-air, Mo Zhen couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

But thanks to his powerful Blood Demon body, he remained alive. The blood-colored energy within him circulated furiously, and his chest healed at a visible rate.

However, this wasn’t the end. Just as Mo Zhen was about to escape his attack range, Lu Qing extended his hand once more, and a strange force materialized, binding Mo Zhen’s body and dragging him back.

“That move again! What the hell is this?!”

Mo Zhen roared inwardly as he felt the strange force once again.

It was this invisible force that had restrained him earlier, slowing his movements and preventing him from blocking Lu Qing’s punch.

He knew that if he was dragged back again, falling prey to Lu Qing’s rhythm, he would be doomed.

Mo Zhen, no longer concerned with anything else, roared, a powerful aura erupting. A surge of blood permeated his body, instantly dispersing the invisible force and regaining control of his body, steadying himself.

“Boy, your power may be uncanny, but if you think you can defeat me with such unorthodox methods alone, you’re delusional.”

Mo Zhen stood still, his body brimming with blood, emitting a strong, bloody odor. Combined with his crimson eyes, he looked like a demon, terrifying and appalling.

The strange binding force still clung to him, but it no longer had much effect.

His chest had returned to its original shape, as if it had never been injured.

This powerful recovery caused the old doctor and the swordsman, who were watching the battle from the mountain gate, to change expression.

The swordsman, in particular, felt a shudder at the aura emanating from Mo Zhen.

“Is that so?”

Lu Qing smiled softly, but did not continue trying to pull Mo Zhen back.

He had only mastered this new power for a few days, and the current power he could wield wasn’t very strong. It wasn’t surprising that he couldn’t withstand Mo Zhen’s full force.

However, he was merely testing his newfound power; he hadn’t imagined that this single move could force a formidable Xiantian realm cultivator into a desperate situation.

Now that he had determined the upper limit of this move, there was no need to test it further.

With a single thought, he retracted the strange power, absorbing the yellow light emanating from his body into his body. Freed from

the restraints of the strange power, Mo Zhen felt a sudden sense of relief.

However, he felt no sense of relief. Instead, a piercing aura of death enveloped him.

While the Blood Demon’s form had clouded his rationality, it had also instilled in him a beast-like instinct.

This instinct told Mo Zhen that Lu Qing before him was even more dangerous than before.

He immediately heightened his vigilance, not daring to attack again.

Mo Zhen’s previous disdain for Lu Qing was gone; instead, he felt a deep fear.

The boy before him was so uncanny that he had to be cautious.

“I can see you have quite a few tricks up your sleeve with this Blood Demon body.”

Lu Qing gently raised his fist. A golden light shone faintly in the acupoint between his eyebrows, and the Earth Spirit Orb, as large as a star, slowly began to rotate.

“Then, from now on, I can truly let loose. No need to worry about killing you in

one blow.” As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang. A puff of white mist erupted from the ground where Lu Qing had been standing. He had already appeared in front of Mo Zhen and punched him in the stomach.

“What?”

Feeling the sharp pain in his abdomen, Mo Zhen’s eyes widened suddenly, his body buckling, and he was filled with shock.

He hadn’t expected that even with all his concentration on defense, he would still be hit.

Lu Qing’s speed was so fast that even without being restrained by the strange power, he still couldn’t react and block Lu Qing’s punch.

“What a swift movement!”

Even the old doctor and the sword-wielding man at the mountain gate were shocked by Lu Qing’s speed.

Undaunted, Lu Qing, having secured his victory with a single punch, held back no longer. He spun on his feet, twisting his fist back, blasting the air as he delivered another ferocious blow to Mo Zhen’s head.

This blow was even more powerful, deforming Mo Zhen’s head and leaving him with a hazy, dazed look, unable to even attempt to defend himself against Lu Qing’s attacks.

The following moment became Lu Qing’s solo performance.

His fists, heavy as battering rams, pounded Mo Zhen relentlessly, like a surging wave, one ferocious blow after another.

Each blow not only twisted Mo Zhen’s body but also shattered the very air behind him with its concussive force.

A raging vortex of air once again enveloped the two of them.

Atop the mountain gate, the sword-wielding man watched in astonishment.

He had never imagined that Mo Zhen, who had just given him such a frightening sensation, would be crushed by Lu Qing in the blink of an eye.

This wasn’t even a fight; it was a completely one-sided assault.

Mo Zhen couldn’t even parry Lu Qing’s attack, let alone fight back.

Lu Qing’s attack lasted a full ten breaths before he finally stopped.

When the air flow subsided and everything calmed down,

Mo Zhen, no longer human, appeared before him, a mass of rotting flesh.

The only recognizable part of him was his head.

As for Mo Zhen, he wasn’t dead yet; a trace of life remained.

Looking at Mo Zhen, whose body was constantly sprouting tentacles, wriggling slightly as if trying to reassemble itself,

Lu Qing said calmly, “Don’t waste your energy! Your Blood Demon Body, for example, is only at the beginning. Even if you had reached mastery, you wouldn’t be able to recover before me.”

The rotten flesh trembled and stopped moving.

Only its head lifted slightly, as if to inquire.

Unfortunately, he was completely crippled, unable to even utter a word, let alone a spiritual wave.

As if knowing what he was about to ask, Lu Qing spoke, “Your realm is too low. You possess innate power, but you have no way of using it. Your control over your body is so poor, how could you possibly withstand my punches?

But you are stronger than that grandfather. He could only withstand my punches for three breaths before he collapsed.”

The rotten flesh trembled again.

Lu Qing stopped talking, raised his toes, and kicked him between the eyebrows,

completely destroying the last vestiges of Mo Zhen’s consciousness.

As his consciousness vanished, Mo Zhen’s muddy body shook violently, and there was no trace of life left.

“Young Master!”

At that moment, a voice rang out. It was the old doctor and the sword-wielding man, who had also descended from the mountain gate and approached Lu Qing.

“Young Master, I didn’t expect your boxing skills to be so formidable. Mo Zhen’s strength is no less than that of a Low-Cultivation Xiantian Realm cultivator, yet you completely suppressed him, not even a hair on your head.”

The sword-wielding man looked at Lu Qing with amazement.

“Senior Yan, you are too kind,” Lu Qing said with a smile. “This Mo Zhen’s power was gained by practicing unorthodox techniques and taking shortcuts. He has the power, but his realm hasn’t kept pace, so he can’t fully utilize it.

He’s still far from a true Low-Cultivation Xiantian Realm cultivator. Even if you were to come, I’m afraid you would easily cut him down with your sword.”

“Otherwise, Mo Zhen’s unorthodox techniques are truly formidable. I’m afraid I’m no match for him.” The sword-wielding man shook his head.

He had personally experienced Mo Zhen’s explosive aura earlier.

That palpitating feeling told the sword-wielding man that if he were to fight, he wouldn’t be able to withstand Mo Zhen’s power.

Lu Qing smiled and didn’t argue further. Instead, he turned to look at the old doctor.

“Master, I’m afraid all the disciples of the Liuyun Sect were brutally murdered by Mo Zhen’s evil formation. Now that he’s dead, the Liuyun Sect is completely destroyed.”

“Yes, I never expected this outcome,” the old doctor sighed.

From his spiritual perception, the Liuyun Sect was completely empty, with almost no living creatures.

“This is called retribution. Those who do evil will eventually perish. The Liuyun Sect has been committing evil in Yunzhou for years. Its disciples are all arrogant and domineering. I’m afraid they never imagined that they would one day die at the hands of their own leader.”

The sword-wielding man also sighed.

Although he loathed the Liuyun Sect, he had never imagined that this powerful sect, considered one of the most formidable in Yunzhou, would be destroyed in this way.

“Evil ways violate the harmony of nature and are destined to be punished by heaven. This outcome was predetermined from the moment Mo Zhen and their Grand Elder began practicing evil.” Lu Qing shook his head.

He possessed a legacy of cultivation, and he saw this more clearly.

The Lihuo Sect’s tradition contained records regarding the ways of demons and evil.

It stated that while the cultivation methods of the evil ways allowed rapid progress, allowing for rapid gains of immense power, they

were also too cruel and unrighteous, violating the harmony of nature, making them susceptible to the subtle targeting of the heavenly laws.

At a low level, one might not notice this, but as one reached a higher level, this targeting would become increasingly apparent.

For example, transcending tribulations: reaching a certain advanced level in cultivation requires the baptism of thunder tribulations.

While ordinary practitioners struggled to survive thunder tribulations, there was always a chance of success.

For practitioners of the evil ways, however, the odds of surviving thunder tribulations were over ten times greater.

It was a true mortal danger. Of a hundred practitioners of the demonic ways, few would have survived.

Even those with profound cultivation and true demonic skills could not escape the scourge of Heaven, let alone half-baked cultivators like Mo Zhen and Mo Hu.

To cultivate such an evil way and act so arrogantly and domineeringly was courting utter destruction.

Lu Qing finally understood why his master had felt such a premonition upon seeing the chubby middle-aged master and his disciples.

It was probably some kind of divine will, a warning to his master, hoping to use him to eliminate the cancer of the Liuyun Sect.

It seemed that his master was truly blessed, even Heaven was favoring him.

Lu Qing looked at his master with a sudden, strange look.

“Ah Qing, what’s wrong?”

The old doctor noticed his disciple’s gaze, puzzled.

“Nothing.” Lu Qing retracted his gaze and said, “Master, now that the Flowing Cloud Sect is destroyed, I’d like to go in and investigate to see if there’s anything we can use. Senior Yan, you wouldn’t mind, would you?”

Lu Qing addressed the last part of this to the sword-wielding man.

“Of course not!” the sword-wielding man said quickly. “This time, we were able to destroy the Flowing Cloud Sect and rescue our fellow Yunzhou disciples thanks to the help of you, young master and senior. The treasures within the Flowing Cloud Sect are naturally your spoils of war. Feel free to take them. We won’t ask any questions.”

“Not everything, I’ll see if there’s anything I can use. Master, I’ll go in first.”

Lu Qing chuckled, tapping his feet as he headed towards the magnificent buildings within the Flowing Cloud Sect.

“Please forgive my naughty disciple, Master Yan,”

the old doctor apologized to the sword-wielding man.

“I wouldn’t dare,” the sword-wielding man said quickly. “But I didn’t expect the young master to have such a lively side. I thought he was always so calm.”

The sword-wielding man wasn’t being polite; he was genuinely surprised.

Lu Qing’s actions had always exuded an air of mystery, steady as a mountain, as if everything was under control.

He had none of the whimsical energy of a typical teenager.

His sudden briskness surprised the sword-wielding man.

“Ah Qing has always been interested in treasures and the like,” the old doctor said with a smile.

Lu Qing moved swiftly through the Flowing Cloud Sect.

He had also activated his supernatural powers and explored the area along the way.

He harbored considerable anticipation.

As the saying goes, a horse cannot grow fat without grazing in the dark. The vast majority of the world’s wealth is concentrated in the great families and sects.

This includes all sorts of exotic objects.

After centuries of plundering these powerful factions, it’s hard to say whether they possess any unique treasures.

Just like the Wei family and the Zheng family, one owns the spiritual weapon Lihuo Ding, and the other has the earth-related treasure Tulingzhu.

The Liuyun Sect, with a heritage of nearly a thousand years, boasts a wealth of influence and influence far greater than even the Wei and Zheng families. If there truly were treasures

within its walls that he coveted, his journey would be well worth it. While swiftly searching the Liuyun Sect, Lu Qing spotted numerous human-shaped bloodstains covered in clothing.

The situation was identical to that seen in Liuyun Town. These

were likely the remains of those whose flesh and blood essence had been refined by Mo Zhen when he activated the Flesh and Soul Refining Formation.

Judging by the clothing, the owners must have been servants.

No wonder he hadn’t sensed any trace of life within them before; they had all been refined to death.

Lu Qing frowned, thinking that Mo Zhen was truly ruthless, sparing even these ordinary people. He should have tortured him a little longer.

Putting his thoughts aside, ignoring the human-shaped bloodstains, Lu Qing continued his search through the buildings.

Finally, he stopped in front of a tall tower.

“Treasure Pavilion? That’s you,” Lu Qing smiled.

(End of this chapter)