Song Changxi came from a third-rate small sect. Among the younger generation of the Longevity Dao lineage, he was said to be the number three person, excluding from the Twin Pillars of Daoism. Hence, many disciples of Daoism could address him as Senior Brother Song. However, the sect behind him was not big, and it could not reach the level that would make people feel apprehension.
Many daoist disciples present had far better backgrounds than him.
In fact, when the daoist disciple spoke earlier, he did not attempt to conceal anything. Therefore, many people actually overheard him.
It was seemingly an offhanded comment, but it served as a wake-up call for many. Song Changxi was just a disciple from an ordinary sect. Even if he had some prestige, what could he really do?
The atmosphere became somewhat strange. More accurately, it became a little quiet.
After all, he was not a disciple of the Infatuation Daoist Temple.
If we don't listen to you, what can you do?
Can you retaliate when we go out?
You don't have cultivation in here, what can you do?
This was likely the inner voices of many people at this moment.
Prestige, in many cases, was not built on character, but established on strength. Without strength as a support, it was ultimately worthless.
"But ultimately..."
That daoist disciples was still somewhat hesitant.
However, his junior disciple behind him quickly added, "Do you remember what Master said, Senior Brother?"
Hearing those words, the daoist disciple was startled. He was the one responsible for this expedition on behalf of their sect. Before they entered the ruin, his Master had indeed instructed him. Recalling his Master's weathered face and the hopeful expression he had, his expression changed several times. Finally, he nodded his head.
He did not intend to continue any further.
There were also many young cultivators who made such a choice.
"What a busybody!"
As a voice sounded out, it shattered the tranquility here. That person was not a daoist disciple, he naturally did not need to listen to what Song Changxi had to say. He merely said a sentence impatiently.
A daoist disciple scolded angrily, "Who do you think you are? How dare you speak to Senior Brother Song in this manner?!"
"And who the hell are you? Do you think you're his dog?!"
Others also confronted with sarcasm and hostility.
"What's the matter? You bunch of bastards dare to provoke our Dao society?"
"So what if you're the Dao society? You've lost your cultivation, do you think you're outside and can boss people around?"
"Hmph, our Dao society doesn't need you guys to judge. But for your actions today, you must die!"
"Arrogant! Do you really think your Dao society is so great?"
Arguments suddenly broke out and became more and more intense. Then, the fighting that had stopped was about to reignite again.
Perhaps they had never thought of stopping, they just wanted an excuse to resume. After all, in no time, chaotic fighting had once again engulfed the area.
Song Changxi watched this scene with a grim expression. He was just about to speak when a glint of cold light suddenly appeared in front of his face.
He turned his head to look, his expression changing slightly.
A figure had already arrived in front of him, and this person's punch even generated a rushing wind sound.
His physique was exceptionally robust, far beyond what an ordinary person could compare to.
Was this a martial artist?
Song Changxi immediately thought of Chen Chao.
Among everyone who had entered this ancient ruin, Chen Chao would obviously be the most powerful martial artist. His martial artist identity would give him a considerable advantage here. However, after a brief exchange with him, Song Changxi could determine that the person in front of him was not Chen Chao.
He sidestepped the powerful punch with an imposing force. Then, he delivered a palm strike to the other party's chest.
Despite lacking cultivation, this palm strike was still incredibly powerful. Those daoist disciples would likely have no chance of blocking it. Yet, the other party's body only swayed for a moment and did not even take a step back.
Song Changxi felt pain coming from his palm, and his expression became rather ugly.
He did not have time to think about it as another person quickly made their move. This person wielded a magic sword, utilizing a daoist sword art. But they were not wearing daoist robes.
Song Changxi's heart sank. He naturally knew what this meant.
It meant that within the Dao society, there were people who wanted him dead.
He did not know if it was from the Longevity Dao lineage or the Great Peace Dao lineage, but regardless of the lineage, anyone taking action at this moment here clearly wanted him dead.
Why?
He only had this one question in his mind.
Two people working together, they might come from different factions, but their current goal was the same - to kill Song Changxi. But, if Song Changxi was so easy to kill, he would not be the number three person apart from the Twin Pillars of Daoism.
He dodged the sharp sword light and flicked his finger against the sword blade. Then, he moved backward like a gentle breeze, effortlessly avoiding the joint assault of the two individuals.
He casually took out a talisman, suspending it in mid-air. With a wave of his sleeve, countless golden threads burst forth from the talisman, spreading in all directions to create a cage-like existence, entrapping the two attackers within it.
Losing cultivation did not mean that these geniuses had no other means.
Some talismans did not need qi to activate at all, one only needed to take it out.
Song Changxi landed in the distance. But before he could steady himself, a palm strike aimed at his chest.
Song Changxi furrowed his brows slightly and dodged the strike. Then, his eyes revealed a puzzled look.
Could this be a death trap set up specifically for him?
Song Changxi considered himself an upright individual who had never schemed against anyone. As a genius of Daoism, he normally received smiles from everyone around him. However, he had no idea what others were thinking in the dark.
Taking a deep breath, Song Changxi faced this endless murderous scheme. He was not scared, just puzzled.
What was going on with this world?
……
……
The battle continued, and Song Changxi's current situation had become somewhat awkward, but it was not that dire.
He could not have known that it was jealousy that drove these people to attack him. The feelings hidden in the deepest corner of their hearts had surfaced at this moment, seemingly triggered by the white mist. But in reality, it was not the mist's doing; these emotions had always existed within them. The change in environment simply provided them with a reason to release these pent-up feelings, making them become frenzied.
At this moment, they were not much different from wild beasts.
The floating blood mist looked very bizarre, so when the young man arrived here, his first reaction was to wave his hand in disdain. However, he could not disperse the mist. He understood why, so he quickly gave up on this idea. Instead, he looked at the cultivators who were currently fighting from a distance. Then, he silently walked away.
He naturally understood what had happened here. This so-called test of human nature might look gruesome here, but in his eyes, it was not particularly noteworthy. He had seen before human nature that was even more raw than here.
In that great flood, when the refugees were starving, they would eat anything they could find - grass, roots, leaves...
After these were all consumed, the refugees were no longer refugees.
At that time, they were no longer fit to be called humans.
They were just bipedal beasts.
Chen Chao shook his head and quickly walked towards the distance, to cross this cemetery. Although he was also very interested this place, where he really wanted to go at this very moment, was the place he had been before.
Unfortunately, he got lost.
Back then, he had stumbled into that location by accident. Although he had tried his best to memorize the path, it was clear that he hadn't succeeded.
Hence, he arrived here as well.
He did not want to get involved with these cultivators, he just wanted to leave.
But for some reason, he was still discovered.
A talisman appeared in front of him, blocking his path.
A daoist with bloodshot eyes shouted, "It's that uncouth martial artist!"
As he said, countless beams of light shot out from the talisman.
Although the aura was not terrifying, Chen Chao's body was currently completely empty, there was no trace of qi that existed.
But, he still ran forward.
The young daoist with bloodshot eyes was overflowing with madness. From digging up graves to killing people, and now, seeing Chen Chao, he was no longer capable of thinking. He just wanted to kill Chen Chao.
But clearly, he lacked his ability.
Chen Chao arrived in front of him, dodging the weak talisman, and smashed his fist toward the daoist's head.
Cultivators would not temper their bodies, how could they withstand this punch?
After Chen Chao threw a simple punch, he broke his neck. Then, he threw him far away.
When he raised his head again, everyone was staring at him.
Most of them had bloodshot eyes, not looking human.
More like ghosts.
Chen Chao looked at this group of people and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Want to kill me?"
Without waiting for their response, he slowly drew the broken saber at his waist, took a deep breath, and said expressionlessly, "Come and try."
Song Changxi came from a third-rate small sect. Among the younger generation of the Longevity Dao lineage, he was said to be the number three person, excluding from the Twin Pillars of Daoism. Hence, many disciples of Daoism could address him as Senior Brother Song. However, the sect behind him was not big, and it could not reach the level that would make people feel apprehension.
Many daoist disciples present had far better backgrounds than him.
In fact, when the daoist disciple spoke earlier, he did not attempt to conceal anything. Therefore, many people actually overheard him.
It was seemingly an offhanded comment, but it served as a wake-up call for many. Song Changxi was just a disciple from an ordinary sect. Even if he had some prestige, what could he really do?
The atmosphere became somewhat strange. More accurately, it became a little quiet.
After all, he was not a disciple of the Infatuation Daoist Temple.
If we don't listen to you, what can you do?
Can you retaliate when we go out?
You don't have cultivation in here, what can you do?
This was likely the inner voices of many people at this moment.
Prestige, in many cases, was not built on character, but established on strength. Without strength as a support, it was ultimately worthless.
"But ultimately..."
That daoist disciples was still somewhat hesitant.
However, his junior disciple behind him quickly added, "Do you remember what Master said, Senior Brother?"
Hearing those words, the daoist disciple was startled. He was the one responsible for this expedition on behalf of their sect. Before they entered the ruin, his Master had indeed instructed him. Recalling his Master's weathered face and the hopeful expression he had, his expression changed several times. Finally, he nodded his head.
He did not intend to continue any further.
There were also many young cultivators who made such a choice.
"What a busybody!"
As a voice sounded out, it shattered the tranquility here. That person was not a daoist disciple, he naturally did not need to listen to what Song Changxi had to say. He merely said a sentence impatiently.
A daoist disciple scolded angrily, "Who do you think you are? How dare you speak to Senior Brother Song in this manner?!"
"And who the hell are you? Do you think you're his dog?!"
Others also confronted with sarcasm and hostility.
"What's the matter? You bunch of bastards dare to provoke our Dao society?"
"So what if you're the Dao society? You've lost your cultivation, do you think you're outside and can boss people around?"
"Hmph, our Dao society doesn't need you guys to judge. But for your actions today, you must die!"
"Arrogant! Do you really think your Dao society is so great?"
Arguments suddenly broke out and became more and more intense. Then, the fighting that had stopped was about to reignite again.
Perhaps they had never thought of stopping, they just wanted an excuse to resume. After all, in no time, chaotic fighting had once again engulfed the area.
Song Changxi watched this scene with a grim expression. He was just about to speak when a glint of cold light suddenly appeared in front of his face.
He turned his head to look, his expression changing slightly.
A figure had already arrived in front of him, and this person's punch even generated a rushing wind sound.
His physique was exceptionally robust, far beyond what an ordinary person could compare to.
Was this a martial artist?
Song Changxi immediately thought of Chen Chao.
Among everyone who had entered this ancient ruin, Chen Chao would obviously be the most powerful martial artist. His martial artist identity would give him a considerable advantage here. However, after a brief exchange with him, Song Changxi could determine that the person in front of him was not Chen Chao.
He sidestepped the powerful punch with an imposing force. Then, he delivered a palm strike to the other party's chest.
Despite lacking cultivation, this palm strike was still incredibly powerful. Those daoist disciples would likely have no chance of blocking it. Yet, the other party's body only swayed for a moment and did not even take a step back.
Song Changxi felt pain coming from his palm, and his expression became rather ugly.
He did not have time to think about it as another person quickly made their move. This person wielded a magic sword, utilizing a daoist sword art. But they were not wearing daoist robes.
Song Changxi's heart sank. He naturally knew what this meant.
It meant that within the Dao society, there were people who wanted him dead.
He did not know if it was from the Longevity Dao lineage or the Great Peace Dao lineage, but regardless of the lineage, anyone taking action at this moment here clearly wanted him dead.
Why?
He only had this one question in his mind.
Two people working together, they might come from different factions, but their current goal was the same - to kill Song Changxi. But, if Song Changxi was so easy to kill, he would not be the number three person apart from the Twin Pillars of Daoism.
He dodged the sharp sword light and flicked his finger against the sword blade. Then, he moved backward like a gentle breeze, effortlessly avoiding the joint assault of the two individuals.
He casually took out a talisman, suspending it in mid-air. With a wave of his sleeve, countless golden threads burst forth from the talisman, spreading in all directions to create a cage-like existence, entrapping the two attackers within it.
Losing cultivation did not mean that these geniuses had no other means.
Some talismans did not need qi to activate at all, one only needed to take it out.
Song Changxi landed in the distance. But before he could steady himself, a palm strike aimed at his chest.
Song Changxi furrowed his brows slightly and dodged the strike. Then, his eyes revealed a puzzled look.
Could this be a death trap set up specifically for him?
Song Changxi considered himself an upright individual who had never schemed against anyone. As a genius of Daoism, he normally received smiles from everyone around him. However, he had no idea what others were thinking in the dark.
Taking a deep breath, Song Changxi faced this endless murderous scheme. He was not scared, just puzzled.
What was going on with this world?
……
……
The battle continued, and Song Changxi's current situation had become somewhat awkward, but it was not that dire.
He could not have known that it was jealousy that drove these people to attack him. The feelings hidden in the deepest corner of their hearts had surfaced at this moment, seemingly triggered by the white mist. But in reality, it was not the mist's doing; these emotions had always existed within them. The change in environment simply provided them with a reason to release these pent-up feelings, making them become frenzied.
At this moment, they were not much different from wild beasts.
The floating blood mist looked very bizarre, so when the young man arrived here, his first reaction was to wave his hand in disdain. However, he could not disperse the mist. He understood why, so he quickly gave up on this idea. Instead, he looked at the cultivators who were currently fighting from a distance. Then, he silently walked away.
He naturally understood what had happened here. This so-called test of human nature might look gruesome here, but in his eyes, it was not particularly noteworthy. He had seen before human nature that was even more raw than here.
In that great flood, when the refugees were starving, they would eat anything they could find - grass, roots, leaves...
After these were all consumed, the refugees were no longer refugees.
At that time, they were no longer fit to be called humans.
They were just bipedal beasts.
Chen Chao shook his head and quickly walked towards the distance, to cross this cemetery. Although he was also very interested this place, where he really wanted to go at this very moment, was the place he had been before.
Unfortunately, he got lost.
Back then, he had stumbled into that location by accident. Although he had tried his best to memorize the path, it was clear that he hadn't succeeded.
Hence, he arrived here as well.
He did not want to get involved with these cultivators, he just wanted to leave.
But for some reason, he was still discovered.
A talisman appeared in front of him, blocking his path.
A daoist with bloodshot eyes shouted, "It's that uncouth martial artist!"
As he said, countless beams of light shot out from the talisman.
Although the aura was not terrifying, Chen Chao's body was currently completely empty, there was no trace of qi that existed.
But, he still ran forward.
The young daoist with bloodshot eyes was overflowing with madness. From digging up graves to killing people, and now, seeing Chen Chao, he was no longer capable of thinking. He just wanted to kill Chen Chao.
But clearly, he lacked his ability.
Chen Chao arrived in front of him, dodging the weak talisman, and smashed his fist toward the daoist's head.
Cultivators would not temper their bodies, how could they withstand this punch?
After Chen Chao threw a simple punch, he broke his neck. Then, he threw him far away.
When he raised his head again, everyone was staring at him.
Most of them had bloodshot eyes, not looking human.
More like ghosts.
Chen Chao looked at this group of people and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Want to kill me?"
Without waiting for their response, he slowly drew the broken saber at his waist, took a deep breath, and said expressionlessly, "Come and try."
