Lost in thought, he clutched the fist soaked in the blood of the Calamity Demon and pressed it against the mountain wall once more.It's almost the same feeling, a vast flow of information surges into...Thus, the continuation.

Continue the horror, continue the pain.

Zheng Fei has always not cared about these things, he only cares about "interesting" and "happy".

But the old man asked Swallow to help, so he had to let Swallow help.

Because if you're dead, you can't be happy.

He strode across the open ground, picking up bodies one by one and tossing them lightly into the cauldron.

He moved freely and naturally, as if he were cooking, adding a few pieces of pork to the pot.

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Simply dumping a body is too boring.

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So he began to throw in all directions, left and right, spinning and whirling, high throws... changing up his style. Of course, ultimately they would all land in the cauldron.

That tripod... always seems to be less than full.

The crimson flames raged, filling the air with a suffocating scent. Perhaps it was the stench of burning flesh, or something else altogether—a nauseating blend of noxious fumes that hung heavy and menacingly in the air.

But upon closer sniff, the scent was nowhere to be found. It seemed to exist only in fantasy, within fear itself.

The cultivators of the two veins, filled with fear and desperation, gazed at the great cauldron, hoping that this so-called "blood of balance" would be refined immediately. They yearned for it to pull them out of the abyss of despair.

Even if it's their own kin, blood relatives, or close friends...just hurry up!

Let this nightmare time pass sooner!

Li Shou remained silent, as did Fang He Ling.

Such a night, suddenly quiet to an excessive degree.

Swallows don't like this silence.

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So she suddenly turned her head to look at the other cultivators outside the Qingyun Pavilion and Fengchi veins.

"You are safe, you are happy! But happiness is not something that falls from the sky, it takes effort, it needs to be maintained."

She said, "Now I give you a task. Watch the cultivators of Fengchi's two meridians and don't let them escape. For every one that runs away, two of you will die. Fair enough, right"

She clapped her hands crisply. "That's decided!"

The other cultivators present were roughly four times the number of those from the two veins of the Fengchi. They were originally scattered around, having discarded their weapons and dispersed their spells. They dared not resist nor escape; they could only wait for this group of demons to achieve their purpose before letting them leave.

They felt sympathy and sadness, but also relief. Sympathy for their brothers and sisters who had to endure such misfortune. And relief that they themselves were not subjected to it.

But when the swallow said this, the atmosphere changed immediately.

They went from being briefly "outsiders" back to being insiders.

There was no negotiation, no communication, but a silent understanding existed. They naturally dispersed, silently encircling the two cultivators of the Fengchi and Li脈 who were in the center of the empty space.

Many wild animals, driven by the instinct to survive... will eat their own kind.

Among the cultivators of Qingyun Pavilion, there were not a lack of brave ones. But the brave had already been killed off one step ahead, and none survived to this day.

This female demon, named Swallow, seems to have an innate viciousness, enjoying the pain and ugliness of people in desperation.

This kind of "evil" is even deeper.

Jiang Wang gripped his sword, feeling a surge of intense killing intent welling up within him.

These people are not worthy of being called human, they have no bottom line at all, they are even more demonic than demons.

But reason firmly suppressed his impulse.

Even if his strength had reached a new peak, facing these four demon lords, he would only have one outcome: death.

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He had no grasp of whether it was evil, flesh-cutting, or this swallow.

Five palaces within the sea, under the celestial palace of Yun Ding, azure clouds gradually gathered...

Fate is always cruel. Or perhaps, there's always someone out there creating cruel fates.

The corpses of the cultivators belonging to both Feng and Chi veins had finally fallen into the cauldron, being silently boiled and dissolved. The so-called blood of balance still showed no sign of forming.

It means...the hope of the two veins of cultivators who live in Fengchi is dashed.

To boil a person alive.

The swallow looked coldly at them. She had already made a statement in advance, and everyone should have reached a consensus.

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With icy eyes, she emphasized to everyone — do not challenge the agreement.

Fear spread through the hearts of all the cultivators in the two veins of Fengchi, but not a single person dared to stand up and resist.

Resistance will certainly lead to death, but not resisting seems like it might allow you to live.

There are no "idiots," and the "smart" people made "smart" choices.

Then Zheng Fei reached out and grabbed it.

A female monk abruptly raised her arm, as if instinctively to fight back, but before she could make a second move, she was grabbed by the arm and flung directly into the cauldron.

There were no screams, no wails.

A living person falling into the cauldron, silently and without a sound.

The flames under the cauldron seemed a little brighter, more vibrant.

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Zheng Fei tilted his head: "The fortune teller said today is a good day, with hidden clouds obscuring the moon and secrets of the celestial palace revealed. Looking at it this way, it's true! There’s nothing strange or unusual happening to stop us.”

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"Hehehe." Li Shou followed suit and laughed: "He's the most peculiar one, so after he finished calculating, there was nothing peculiar about it!"

Zheng Fei burst into laughter, not knowing what he was laughing at.

Whether it's about Qingyun Pavilion or that "diviner," this remark doesn't seem very funny at all.

Throughout many past crises that threatened the sect's annihilation, Qingyun Pavilion always managed to survive due to various reasons. As a result, astute observers realized that its lineage was protected by a mysterious power.

And the mysterious "Fortune Teller" cast their lot, determining that the power related to Yun Ding Xian Palace had dissipated today. The result was completely unchanged, as expected.

They always have their own happiness.

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The swallow gently stroked Liang Jiu's face, her movements were soft and her voice laced with sadness: "Qingyun Pavilion is destined to perish today. My poor little Jiu bears a blood-deep grudge, and may not be able to love me properly."

"No." Liang Jiu nervously swallowed, quickly denying.

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“I have never been treated fairly at Qingyun Pavilion. As an outsider disciple, I have been discriminated against. I really hate this place!” he said.

"Hey!" The swallow suddenly thought of something and said cheerfully, "There were always people who discriminated against you in the past. Now that you've found them, sister will help you get revenge! Let's just cook them first!"

“This, I…” Liang Jiu was stunned.

"Silly child." The swallow rubbed his head and then laughed again.

Li Shou looked at Zheng Fei and then at the swallows and Liang Jiu, as if struggling to decide which was more interesting.

And Zheng Feimao strode forward, grabbing another person with ease.

Seize and capture, then sacrifice to the cauldron.

The fire blazed fiercely, but there was no aroma of meat.

The Celestial Palace has been exposed... Qiong Yun Pavilion is destined to perish today...

Combining these statements.

Jiang Wang couldn't help but think, could it be that taking away the lost building was what caused the mysterious power sustaining Qingyun Pavilion to fail Otherwise, everything wouldn't be such a coincidence. What kind of power was it anyway

Did that so-called "fortune teller" predict he would be taking Qingyun Pavilion today

The clues hidden in the universe, and the mysterious fate woven for him were completely foreign to him. He couldn't perceive them, nor could he reach out to them.

He could only watch silently, enduring the agony silently, and waiting.

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When Qingyun Pavilion returned to the Yun Ding Immortal Palace, it brought him a school of immortal arts.

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The people of the celestial palace might also be conceited, believing that their immortal arts surpass all others and transcend time. They indeed proclaim it as such.

For example, this magical art, at the beginning it says: "Covering all worlds, a secret transmission from the Immortal Palace."

But in Jiang Wang's view, the Xian art system was still within the framework of the Taoist system. Of course, after all, the Nine Great Immortal Palaces had once relied on it to dominate the world, and the power of Xian art generally surpassed most Taoist arts.

Unlike most Taoist arts that are spontaneously generated with the help of Qi, Xian arts require a specific medium known as "shu jie" for their execution.

"The word 'jì' refers to the space between two things. 'Shùjì,' therefore, is a bridge between skill and people."

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The azure cloud mist billowing beneath the celestial palace atop Mount Kunlun, is the "artistic medium" that Jiang Wang had learned through his immortal arts. It was bestowed upon him by the Azure Cloud Pavilion after his return to its rightful place.

Or, the original purpose of Qiong Yun Pavilion as a building was to provide an "environment" for this kind of immortal arts.

Just like Lingkong Hall absorbed Qi in the unknown, the connected location of Qingyun Pavilion, which Jiang Wang currently knew nothing about, was also beyond his reach.

He could only wait, wait for the "sū jiè" to take shape, wait for the "sū jiè" to be strong enough to support his immortal arts.

That perhaps could create an opportunity, or perhaps not.

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Everything is unknown.

He saw the many cultivators at Qingyun Pavilion divided into two groups. One group waited in line like livestock, ready to be slaughtered, while the other "supervised" their own fellow disciples, watching as they died like animals.

In the past, there was love and affection. Now, in desperate times, all we see is betrayal and destruction.

Ugly, dangerous, miserable.

He saw Feng Ming, with his hands and feet bound, trembling on the ground.

This once boastful and wealthy young master, overnight, lost his father and his family's fortune. From having everything to nothing at all, he became a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

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Jiang Wang didn't want to think about it.

But that voice seemed to still echo in his ears —

"Songhai, take me with you!"

Under the Jade Cloud Palace, patches of azure clouds gathered thicker and thicker.

Jiang Wang remembered that he had lived here for more than half a month. Although he had ulterior motives, most of the people here unknowingly accepted him.

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Evergreen Pavilion may have never fully embraced him, but it did briefly shelter him.

Here, some sparred with him, some conversed amicably. Some fawned over him, some tripped him up, some bribed him, some discussed swordsmanship with him, and some even wished to adopt him as their son...

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The cultivators of Qingyun Pavilion, like most people in the world, were not a few who were wicked to the core, nor were there many who were utterly pure and virtuous.

They have both good and bad, moments of kindness and moments ruled by evil thoughts. They've fought for power and they've truly loved each other.

They... should not have gone extinct.

Qīngyún Tíng had never done anything that deserved to be wiped out.

If good and evil are not rewarded, the universe must have a hidden agenda.

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Jiang Wang was concealed in the shadows, his movements still as he sensed the formation of the “Shù Jiè”.

He can stay silent, he can continue to stay silent.

These demons haven't found him yet, and it will be difficult for them to find him later.

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As long as he stays silent.

He could fully wait for these demons to leave, and then leave safely.

He also has many reasons why he needs "security."

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He still has a score to settle, brothers and friends are waiting for him, and there's the adorable Jiang An'an who needs looking after...

He can come up with ten thousand reasons.

But no.

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