Daoist Master, I'm really not an evil cultivator.

Chapter 78 Old Li Cries for Kong, 5 Xuanbai Tiger

"Tianyu Guard?" Xu Changqing asked casually without shifting his gaze.

"Hmm," Ah Li nodded, speaking briskly, "His duty is to patrol the world, slay demons and monsters, and maintain the dynasty's fortune and laws. He is a powerful organization specially set up by the Great Yu. This person can move mountains and uproot peaks, so he must have cultivated the Great Yu's secret scripture, 'Giant Spirit Carrying Mountain Diagram.' The conditions for cultivating this scripture are harsh, with a nine-out-of-ten chance of death, but once mastered, his combat power is extremely strong, making him a veritable human weapon."

As soon as she finished speaking, several more streaks of light fell to the ground.

"Lord Tuoba, you save your energy to kill those spineless bastards in the manor. Leave these scum to me."

A streak of light dissipated, revealing a burly man wielding a massive iron club. He was disheveled, barefoot, and his eyes were bloodshot, giving him a madman-like appearance. With each swing of his club, a howling wind arose, and any demons that approached were instantly shattered into pools of flesh.

"The great book this person has compiled is called the 'Battle Heaven and Earth Chaos Demon Scripture'." Ah Li continued to explain, as if reciting a familiar story. "This scripture is like a demon but not a demon. It emphasizes becoming more frenzied the more you fight, and stronger the more insane you become. Although practitioners often face the risk of alienation, it is still a superior method."

"Hmph, you barbarian, can you please stop splattering the blood and grime from your Demon-Slaying Staff all over my face?"

With a sharp shout, a lithe figure darted out. It was a woman dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, holding two whips. As she swung them, azure lightning crackled and sparked.

Wherever the whip passed, the demons were struck as if by lightning, instantly turning to charred metal and disintegrating.

"This woman is no ordinary person," Ah Li's eyes flashed slightly. "Her body is filled with pure thunder energy, clearly from the major Taoist sect, the Qingwei Dao. The true scripture she cultivates should be the Qingwei Yuanjiang Fa."

As they were talking, several more figures shot towards the high platform, their movements accompanied by a low, menacing roar.

Ah Li's ears twitched slightly: "These people should be the White Tiger Guards. In the Great Yu army, the first rank is the Heavenly Yu Guards, and the second rank is the Five Mysterious Guards: Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Black Tortoise, Vermilion Bird, and Qilin. The White Tiger Guards specialize in the 'White Tiger Heavenly Soldier Scripture,' a method of refining Daoist soldiers. They gather and refine the war qi of heaven and earth into their bodies and are skilled at forming killing formations. When several people form an array, their killing qi is linked together. One realm can block two realms, and two realms can shake three realms. They are one of the pillars upon which the Great Yu has established its dominance over the world."

Xu Changqing watched the figures weaving and fighting among the demons with perfect coordination, and pondered, "They're so powerful, there must be limitations, right? Otherwise, the Great Yu would have already quelled the demon rebellions in various places."

"Indeed," Ah Li nodded, her expression serious. "This scripture is extremely harmful to the physical body. The malevolent energy invades the body and shortens lifespan, which is not favored by those who seek immortality. Moreover, the gathering of malevolent energy after the formation is completed is something that the physical body and soul cannot withstand for a long time, which will greatly reduce one's future path. Only those with a firm will and a willingness to sacrifice will not easily choose this path."

Upon hearing this, Xu Changqing felt a deep sense of respect. Indeed, no matter when or where, there are always people who bear heavy burdens and dedicate themselves to the continuation of the human race.

But at the same time, he nodded to himself, gaining a deeper understanding of the Four Seas Pavilion's extensive information network and broad knowledge. This fox girl seemed innocent and naive, yet she knew so much; the power behind Mei Qianqian and even the Four Seas Pavilion was evident.

Just then, a howl, thick with sobs but comically off-key due to excessive force, came from the other end of the long street like a broken gong:

"Old Kong! Old Kong! You died such a terrible death! Your father has come to avenge you."

Dust billowed as several riders charged out from the street corner. Leading them was a burly man with a leopard's head, piercing eyes, and a full beard, clad in tattered white tiger armor, the armor plates stained with blood and dust.

He held a blood-dripping ring-pommel sword in one hand, and exaggeratedly wiped away non-existent tears with the other, grinning and howling in Kong Yunlei's direction.

Upon recognizing the newcomer, Kong Yunlei's tense expression relaxed, and he laughed and cursed, "You son of a bitch, Old Li, I'm not dead yet, and you're already wailing like a baby!"

The man called Old Li suddenly fell silent, stared wide-eyed at him, and his sorrowful expression instantly turned into wild joy. He laughed loudly, "Damn it, I knew you old codger were tough! Even the King of Hell wouldn't bother taking you!"

Several riders behind him reined in their horses. They were all dressed as White Tiger Guards, their bodies radiating a fierce aura, clearly valiant soldiers who had survived countless battles.

Old Li brandished his ring-pommel sword, pointing it directly at the high platform, his voice booming like a bell:

"Brothers, grab your weapons, let's slaughter the pig!"

Before the words were even finished, several riders charged out like tigers released from their cages, stirring up a stench of blood as they recklessly crashed into the horde of demons.

Before the words were even finished, several riders charged like tigers released from their cages, stirring up a stench of blood, and without hesitation, they crashed into the horde of demons.

Xu Changqing coldly observed this sudden chaotic battle, watching as the human soldiers and cultivators gradually gained the upper hand against the demons. His gaze then swept across the chaotic battlefield and landed deep within the Li residence.

He frowned slightly and murmured, "Given this situation, those people in the manor are still sitting on their laurels. What are they waiting for?"

Upon hearing this, Ah Li followed his gaze to the Li residence, her fluffy tail swaying slightly involuntarily, a hint of doubt flashing in her crimson eyes.

Yeah, what are those guys waiting for?

"Sister Qian is calling me, I need to go back." Ahri's ears twitched slightly again, as if she was listening to something. Then, she flashed into the night and disappeared without a trace.

......

Deep within the Li residence, in the center of the courtyard.

A bronze cauldron, about ten feet tall, stands silently at the core of a strange array drawn with blood. The cauldron is ancient and covered with dark green rust and unrecognizable ancient patterns.

At this moment, the cauldron was bubbling and churning with thick, scarlet blood that shimmered with an eerie, multicolored sheen.

Strands of blood energy, tinged with mixed colors and exuding an aura of resentment, fear, and pain, were being drawn from every corner of Minghai City, flowing into the cauldron like rivers flowing into the sea.

"Master, how did the ceremony go? If it doesn't work out, we'll have wasted our time, and we won't be able to explain ourselves then."

Mei Liangxing paced back and forth in the courtyard, the jewels and gold and silver jewelry on his body jingling loudly in the quiet night.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his fat face. He kept looking up at the increasingly intense crimson phantom in the northwest sky, his eyes filled with anxiety.

On the round platform, Mantianying held an ancient shamanic pillar, facing the Rong River, but his expression was unusually calm.

A faint smile even graced his full, auspicious face, and the scar between his brows appeared even more profound in the moonlight. "No rush, no rush. The blood and qi are impure; they need to be refined in a cauldron to remove the impurities and retain the essence. The wailing of vengeful spirits is excellent firewood."

Watching the blood plasma inside the cauldron boil more and more, finally emitting a faint, eerie glow, he spoke calmly, as if discussing a trivial matter unrelated to himself, "The heat is just right now."

The Black Scorpion Monk sat cross-legged in the shadows to the side, his black prayer beads moving extremely slowly, almost to a standstill.

His gaze fell on the witch pillar in Mantianying's hand, which was covered with twisted runes, and then swept over the eerie array around the round platform, which was outlined with blood and faintly exuded a stench. The jealousy in his heart almost burned through his chest.