Chapter 64: Four Directions of Blood Fiends, Ten Thousand Spirits Concealed!

"Indeed, it is not a sect from within our province," said Mu Rusue.

"Junior Sister, that celestial master's successor from Mount Longhu has already pinpointed the exact location of the Blood Fiend Sect's evil cultivators and asked us to gather there right now. We came here specifically to bring you along."

"Senior Brother Liu, perhaps you should all go yourselves," Mu Rusue said, biting her red lips.

There was no need to guess; that celestial master's successor from Mount Longhu was certainly Feng Yang. Feng Yang had seen them before, and if she went there, her identity would definitely be exposed.

"Junior Sister, this is an order from the abbot. His elderly self also instructed us to come and find you. I suppose he wants to temper and test us," said the one addressed as Senior Brother Liu.

This man possessed formidable strength, surpassing even Feng Yang by a minor realm. He had reached the mid-stage of the Soul Wandering Realm, stepping into the ranks of Taoist experts. However, in terms of true combat prowess, he was inferior to Feng Yang. As the celestial master's successor of Mount Longhu, Feng Yang was far superior in both spellcraft and ritual footwork. Even two of Senior Brother Liu would likely not be a match for a single Feng Yang.

This was the gap between sects. Disciples of major sects dealt with disciples of minor sects as easily as turning over their hands.

"Then wait for me a moment." Seeing that she could not refuse, Mu Rusue returned to her room and put on a face mask, finally tying her hair up into a bun.

There was no other choice. This was the only way to conceal her identity. In this operation against the Blood Fiend Sect, the number of Taoist disciples would certainly be very high. Feng Yang, Wu Feng, and White Crane should not be able to recognize her under this disguise.

"Would this young friend like to come along as well?" Senior Brother Liu cast his gaze toward Qin Feng.

"Alright!" Qin Feng nodded. He had no fear of being seen through by Feng Yang. His corpse aura had already been disguised to mimic the aura of a Taoist disciple; he now appeared to be a Taoist mage in the mid-stage of the Spirit Communication Realm.

Shortly after, the group left the residential compound.

After traveling for more than an hour, they arrived at the eastern suburbs of Songshan City.

The outskirts were desolate and uninhabited, surrounded by flat, open terrain. Qin Feng had passed through this exact area earlier when he was helping Fang Xiaolan mesmerize the large truck driver. The base of the zombie army was situated precisely in this direction, in the eastern suburbs of Songshan City.

The previously empty field was now densely crowded with a large number of Taoist mages. These individuals varied in strength, all gathered together in their respective faction teams.

As time passed, more and more sects arrived. Qin Feng even spotted people from the One Yang Sect and the Five Elements Gate. The group from the One Yang Sect was led by Wu Feng, while the Five Elements Gate was led by Taoist Priest White Crane. Their group from the White Cloud Temple was naturally led by Senior Brother Liu.

In comparison, the One Yang Sect and the Five Elements Gate were visibly inferior to the White Cloud Temple. After all, Senior Brother Liu's cultivation level was much higher than that of Wu Feng and Taoist Priest White Crane.

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!*

Right at that moment, a massive quantity of talisman paper drifted down from the sky. These talismans converged to form a bridge of light, and three fierce-looking Taoist practitioners strode swiftly across the talisman bridge.

Leading them was a young man. This person was none other than Feng Yang. The two individuals accompanying him were unfamiliar faces, but their auras were exceptionally formidable—much stronger than Feng Yang's. These two were likely also disciples of Mount Longhu, having reached at least the late stage of the Soul Wandering Realm, or perhaps even the Yin-Crossing Realm—masters capable of projecting their souls and traveling freely between the realms of yin and yang.

Within the Taoist community, those in the Soul Wandering and Yin-Crossing realms were referred to as experts. Those in the True Person Realm were considered powerhouses, while Celestial Masters were deemed mighty beings capable of bridging heaven and earth. To become a Taoist expert was already to be a favored child of heaven. After all, in minor sects, an expert in the Soul Wandering Realm could already establish a lineage and act as an ancestor.

"It's Feng Yang, the celestial master's successor from Mount Longhu! What magnificent bearing, and what an arrogant way to make an entrance!" Senior Brother Liu could not help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, speaking with considerable envy.

Being fellow Taoist disciples, his cultivation was actually a minor realm higher than Feng Yang's, yet their status and power were as different as heaven and earth.

*Whoosh, whoosh!*

Feng Yang leaped down from the talisman bridge, bringing the two companions behind him down to earth.

"Withdraw!" Feng Yang waved his right hand. The talisman bridge instantly vanished, transforming into a single red talisman. This turned out to be a red talisman, which was superior even to white talismans.

Mu Rusue, however, curled her lips in slight disdain. Just a red talisman? She even possessed a golden talisman. It was a golden-grade Zombie-Freezing Talisman she had obtained last time in the cavern that sealed the Corpse King. This talisman could immobilize any zombie, without exception, even a Golden-Armored Corpse.

"Fellow practitioners, I am Feng Yang, the celestial master's successor from Mount Longhu," Feng Yang announced in a loud voice, standing amidst the crowd.

"Greetings, Senior Feng Yang." The Taoist disciples present cupped their fists and bowed in unison.

Mu Rusue and Qin Feng also went through the motions and bowed. They had no desire to stand out like a crane among chickens and draw Feng Yang's attention.

"Fellow daoists, there is no need for such formality. Please rise. A few days ago, I was originally pursuing a rogue zombie, but I received intelligence that the evil cultivators of the Blood Fiend Sect intended to hold a blood-sacrifice ritual here in Songshan City. As members of the Taoist righteous path, my master has often instructed me..."

Feng Yang began to lecture loftily, speaking grandly of subduing demons and eliminating devils, and how it was a duty incumbent upon their generation, and so forth. After holding forth at great length, he finally raised his arms in a rallying cry: "Fellow daoists, let us set forth! Tonight, we shall ensure the Blood Fiend Sect meets a one-way trip with no return!"

"Feng, let's hide when the fighting starts later. I have a lingering feeling that it's impossible for the Blood Fiend Sect to be wiped out this easily. These evil cultivators are craftier than the last, and for them to make such a grand display of coming to Songshan City and holding a blood-sacrifice ritual, only for Feng Yang to so easily discover their precise location and annihilate them—it simply defies common sense," Mu Rusue whispered a warning to Qin Feng as she walked within the crowd.

She had not wanted Qin Feng to come, but Qin Feng had insisted on following her. She knew deep down that Qin Feng was undoubtedly worried she would encounter danger.

"Should we warn them?" Qin Feng glanced at Senior Brother Liu walking ahead.

"No, they are far too pedantic, especially Senior Brother Liu. If I warn them, not only will they fail to show gratitude, but they might even lecture me instead. Let them go. If there is danger, they will find a way to flee on their own. For now, we only need to ensure our own safety," Mu Rusue said with a solemn expression.

Soon enough.

Led by Feng Yang, the group arrived at the entrance of a mountain valley. Wisps of cooking smoke curled upward from within the valley, where numerous wooden huts had been constructed. At the doorways of several huts stood guards clad in black robes. These guards emanated an ominous, evil aura at a single glance, clearly marking them as villains.

"Kill!"

Feng Yang let out a low shout, brandishing a peach-wood sword and charging into the mountain valley ahead of everyone else.

"Kill!"

"Uphold the heavenly dao!"

"Demons and evil cultivators deserve to be exterminated by all!"

"Slaughter this pack of wicked cultivators and return a clear and bright cosmos to the world!"

Numerous Taoist disciples shouted battle cries, charging into the valley with an eagerness akin to receiving a shot of adrenaline, each trying to outpace the other.

Yet, Qin Feng and Mu Rusue stood their ground without moving. Once everyone else had rushed in, the two of them leaped up into a large tree to observe the situation from a distance. It would not be too late for them to make a move after the battle had concluded.

Meanwhile, deep within the valley.

Inside a wooden hut, a charming and alluring woman dressed in a red gauze robe with flowing long hair was lounging cross-legged on a wooden daybed. Her eyebrows were stained a bloody crimson, and her lips were vividly red. A pair of fair, exceptionally long legs were exposed to the air. Kneeling before her on the floor was a group of black-robed evil cultivators.

One of them cautiously raised his head to glance at the woman and secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Is it pretty?" The woman's melodious and lingering voice sounded as crisp and enchanting as the chirp of an oriole.

"Sect Master, spare my life! Sect Master, spare my life..." The evil cultivator was terrified out of his wits, frantically kowtowing on the ground. Even as his forehead bled profusely, he dared not stop.

The rest of the group trembled violently. Kneeling on the floor, they pressed their foreheads tightly against the ground.

The woman's face was as cold as frost, radiating an aura of extreme cold and malice. Without the slightest hesitation, she extended a right hand adorned with bright red fingernails and made a grasping motion through the air toward the kowtowing cultivator.

The man was instantly seized by an invisible force and dragged right up to the woman. She extended two fingernails and slowly, millimeter by millimeter, pierced them directly into the cultivator's eye sockets.

"Ahhh!!!" The cultivator shrieked in agony, blood streaming freely down his face.

"Bear with it; the pain is normal, it will be over soon." The woman darted out the tip of her tongue to lightly lick her red lips as she pushed her fingernails completely in. Then, with a gentle flick of her palm, she struck him.

*Bang!*

The evil cultivator exploded on the spot, transforming into a scattering cloud of bloody mist. The woman opened her mouth and inhaled deeply. All of the bloody mist rushed directly into her mouth.

*Haa...*

An intense wave of comfort caused the woman's body to tremble.

"Reporting! Sect Master, those righteous Taoist disciples have indeed charged in." An evil cultivator hurried in from outside, keeping his head lowered as he knelt on one knee to report.

"Did the Gu masters of Miao territory not come?" the woman asked, rising to her feet.

"I didn't see them. I'm not sure if they are hiding in the shadows," the evil cultivator replied, shaking his head.

"They must have come for the Blood Demon Heart. As far as this seat knows, forging the Vajra Gu within the shamanic poisons of Miao territory requires a demon heart as an medicinal catalyst. They have no interest in subduing demons and eliminating devils, but I suppose they've managed to spare their own lives by sheer luck."

At this, the woman smiled chillingly. "Even if they didn't come, it matters not. Pass down the order to activate the Four Directions Blood Fiend Formation. This seat shall refine them all into nothingness."

"Understood!" The evil cultivator nodded and retreated.

At that exact moment, Feng Yang and his companions, who had just rushed into the mountain valley, suddenly constricted their pupils, their faces turning pale with shock.

Four pillars of blood-red light shot violently into the sky from the four cardinal directions: southeast, northwest, and west.

*Rumble...*

The ground shook violently. Four bronze sacrificial altars rose from beneath the earth. Standing three meters tall and shaped like cones, these altars were positioned at the four cardinal points, completely encircling the entire valley.

Bound to each altar were ninety-nine living people. Iron-thorn collars were locked around their necks, iron hooks pierced through their shoulder blades, and bubbling pools of blood churned beneath their feet.

An evil cultivator waved the human-skin banner in his hand. Amidst screams and wailing, the heads of these captives burst simultaneously, coalescing mid-air into the phantom image of a ferocious beast.

Immediately following that, *bang, bang, bang!*

Their bodies exploded. Blood mist billowed, suffusing the surrounding air. The earth suddenly oozed black-purple pus, congealing into densely packed, inverted blood crystals. Piercing, mournful wails echoed from within the crystals, as if every single crystal sealed the soul of a wronged and untimely death.

Simultaneously, at the very center of the array, a white-bone lotus platform rose up, and lying within its lotus heart was a skinned, bleeding corpse. The entire body of the corpse was pierced full of one-meter-long black bone-corroding nails, with the birth dates of individuals carved onto the tail ends of the nails.

*Crack...*

Accompanied by a crisp, sharp sound, the chest cavity of the blood corpse suddenly split open, and a humanoid black phantom crawled out from within.

The phantom spoke with a human voice, emitting a deep, deafening, and hoarse rumble: "Four Directions Blood Fiend, all spirits concealed..."