Bu Wei

“What is that thing!?” Someone from Chengyun Building poked their head out of the window to look outside.

 

The cultivators on the street also raised their heads one after another, looking at the huge object that suddenly appeared in the sky. It looked like a giant vine, towering into the clouds, with countless vines growing and spreading from the top, almost instantly forming a huge umbrella, blocking the sun and covering the entire Linjiang City under the umbrella formed by the vine.

 

“Which demon is running wild here!” A roar echoed from the sky above Linjiang City, and the Endless river surged in waves in an instant. Cultivators with lower cultivation levels couldn’t bear this huge pressure and quickly retracted their divine consciousness.

 

“It’s Venerable Du Lu  from the Four Seasons Hall!” someone exclaimed, “Venerable Du Lu  was actually alarmed?”

 

Venerable Du Lu  did not show his true face, but just let out an angry roar, and the cultivators in the city who were panicked instantly calmed down.

 

Venerable Du Lu  was already a cultivator in the Void Refining stage. Although he was not as famous as Nan Shu Venerable, he was also a name that could be counted on the Tian Ji List. He was the reason why Linjiang City had developed to its current prosperity and could hold the Linjiang Conference, which was coveted by the seventeen states, thanks to the protection of Venerable Du Lu .

 

However, the demon vine did not fear Du Lu at all, and even more arrogantly soared more than a hundred feet, rushing the surrounding shops and restaurants to ruins. For a time, cultivators with low cultivation levels fled in disarray, and some mortals could not escape and were crushed under the ruins, with screams and cries of mourning in their ears.

 

It’s like a blatant challenge to Du Lu.

 

“Disciples of the Four Seasons Hall, follow me to set up a formation to resist the enemy!” A woman dressed in yellow and with a beautiful face shouted, suspended in the air on a sword. Before her voice fell, thousands of yellow lights gathered from all over Linjiang City.

 

“It’s the Hall Master of the Four Seasons Hall, Mei Luoxue!” someone exclaimed.

 

The disciples of the Four Seasons Hall stood with their swords, waiting for Mei Luoxue’s command.

 

“Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter, listen to this Hall Master’s command! Four Seasons Demon Extermination Formation!” Mei Luoxue sacrificed her own natal magic weapon, a yellow lamp, which was placed above the demon vine, and scorching hot air flow exploded.

 

“The lamp contains the real fire from the earth’s core, which can kill demons and evil spirits. This is the first time I’ve seen it!” A young man in a white robe said excitedly.

 

“Chu Xin!” A slightly older youth in a white robe pulled him, “Let’s go quickly, the elder has already ordered us to go back!”

 

“But I want to watch a little longer, Martial Uncle, can I watch a little longer?” The young man named Chu Xin stood on the roof and watched the formation set up by the people of the Four Seasons Hall with great interest, pouting, “This Four Seasons Demon Extermination Formation is overrated, in my opinion, it’s not as good as our Wushi Sect’s Evil Slaying Formation.”

 

“Chu Xin.” The youth’s tone became serious, “Now is not the time to fool around.”

 

Chu Xin snorted and reluctantly followed him to fly away on his sword.

 

The Four Seasons Demon Extermination Formation was already set up, and even the snow lamp was taking charge, determined to root out the demon vine. Some cultivators who were originally panicked probably felt that the victory was already in hand, so they simply watched the battle from a distance.

 

The formation of nearly a thousand people was rare. Some people were watching with the intention of understanding, and some were purely curious and wanted to broaden their horizons. But they didn’t think about it carefully. If it was so simple, why would the Four Seasons Hall go to such great lengths?

 

“Du Lu! You are as timid as a mouse, but you let your disciple’s disciples come to die for you, do you still have a face!” A laughing voice came from a distance, but it fell into everyone’s ears, making everyone hear it clearly.

 

“Who are you, demon? Reveal your name quickly!” Mei Luoxue could not stand others slandering her master and shouted angrily, “What’s the point of hiding your head and showing your tail!”

 

Unexpectedly, this demon vine didn’t take her seriously at all, “Du Lu! Do you still remember Ning Xingyuan from the Southeast Xun Prefecture five hundred years ago! I am here today to clean his house for him!”  (TL: most probably mean to “clean his family name”)

 

Venerable Du Lu  suddenly fell silent.

 

The bystanders were all surprised, and some curious people asked the people around them, “Isn’t the Ning family already gone? Ning Buwei died a year ago, who is this Ning Xingyuan?”

 

“It’s normal that you young cultivators haven’t heard of it.” An elderly man with white hair and beard spoke. He had been cultivating for more than six hundred years and was still in the Nascent Soul Stage. Knowing that he had no hope of crossing the tribulation, he came here to try his luck and said.

 

“Six hundred years ago, Ning Xingyuan was an unparalleled genius on the Tian Ji List of the Seventeen States. He was a close friend of Chu Linyuan, the current head of the Wushi Sect, and Ming Sang, the Zen Master of the Jiting Sect. Back then, the three of them traveled together through the Seventeen States, slaying demons and eliminating evil, and made a name for themselves. The establishment of the Chongzheng Alliance today is largely due to him. If the Ning family hadn’t had an accident five hundred years ago, he should have been the next head of the family.”

 

“Ning Xingyuan was righteous and hated evil. If he were still alive, there would be no chance for a demon like Ning Buwei to cause trouble. That demon Ning would have been cleaned up long ago!” Another person who knew the situation added, “Unfortunately, the heavens are jealous of talents. He lived less than a hundred years and fell early. It’s really a pity! Even his divine weapon, the Suzaku Sword, fell into the hands of the demon Ning!”

 

While the cultivators watching the battle were discussing, the Four Seasons Demon Extermination Formation suddenly burst out with a strong light, and nearly a thousand cultivators suspended in the air fell from the sky like dumplings.

 

Mei Luoxue covered her heart, her mind shaken.

 

This demon was so powerful that she, who was close to the Void Refining Stage, could do nothing about it!

 

“Du Lu, you have been occupying this Linjiang City for more than 500 years, taking advantage of the spiritual veins to act against the heavens. Today, I will clean up your mediocre city and disciples, so as not to be an eyesore here!”

 

Countless green vines sprouted from the ground, spreading to the sky and condensing into a canopy. The onlooking cultivators saw that something was wrong and scattered to escape, but they suddenly froze halfway through.

 

“Ah ah ah ah——” Someone screamed in horror.

 

Countless tiny green vines drilled out of their mouths and noses, wrapping them from the outside in. The spiritual energy in their bodies was instantly drained, and their souls, blood, and flesh all became nutrients for the vines, turning into puppets that only obeyed the main vine’s orders.

 

The extra puppets acted quickly. Any living cultivator who was caught would be entangled by the eerie vines, their spiritual power completely absorbed, and all sent to the huge vine in the city center.

 

Some cultivators sacrificed their magic weapons and mobilized their spiritual power to resist, but as soon as their spiritual power came out, it made things worse. Instead, it would accelerate the absorption speed of the vines and make them die faster.

 

“Linjiang City has been sealed by that demon vine! We can’t get out at all!” The cultivator trying to escape screamed in collapse. “What kind of monster is this!”

 

For a time, the whole Linjiang City was in chaos.

 

Mei Luoxue decisively put away the lamp and shouted, “Don’t use spiritual power! That kind of seed can silently drill into people’s bodies. If anyone’s eyes turn green, pierce their heart!”

 

The screams were endless, and Mei Luoxue saw that the situation was already uncontrollable, and quickly ran towards the mansion where Du Lu was.

 

Jiang Yizheng stabbed a disciple’s heart with a sword, only to see the green vines growing out of his ears, nose, and mouth instantly withered and turned into dust. However, when she looked up, seven or eight disciples started to slow down, their green eyes staring fixedly at her.

 

Jiang Yizheng feigned a sword swing, scaring them back a few steps, and then turned and ran.

 

The ground was covered with entwining vines, so she could only run on the higher rooftops, and had to constantly cut off the vines attacking from all sides. It was very exhausting, but she couldn’t find a safe place to hide.

 

Outside was in chaos, Ning Buwei and Feng Zizhang, who were wrapped inside, knew nothing.

 

Feng Zizhang held a sword and desperately chopped at the extremely hard vines in front of him. He finally cut off one and sat on the vine panting.

 

Ning Buwei finally coaxed the crying Ning Xiu to sleep. Seeing him busy for half a day but only cutting one, he was speechless, “Are you a disciple of Yunzhong Sect or a disciple of Linggu Sect next to Yunzhong Sect?”

 

Feng Zizhang’s face flushed with his ridicule, and he angrily said, “I am from Yunzhong Sect! You said not to use spiritual power, so I cut it like this!”

 

“Are you a sweeping disciple of Yunzhong Sect?” Ning Buwei was puzzled.

 

“My master is the elder of Yunzhong Sect, Wen Heshen!” Feng Zizhang said angrily.

 

“Oh, so you’re the disciple of that little bird.” Ning Buwei suddenly realized, “No wonder you’re so weak.”

 

“Your master is the little bird!” Feng Zizhang was so angry that he wanted to cut him down. This person looked like a human, but his words could kill people. “Your whole family are little birds!”

 

Ning Buwei sneered, “My master and my whole family are all dead, your cursing is useless.”

 

Feng Zizhang choked, and his anger subsided a lot. He held the sword and said awkwardly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know——”

 

Ning Buwei looked at him like an idiot and asked very seriously, “Are you a bit slow?”

 

Feng Zizhang’s subsided anger surged up again, “You!”

 

“Young man, how old are you this year?” Ning Buwei said, “You dare to run around being just a Foundation Building Stage.”

 

“Twenty-four!” Feng Zizhang glared at him, “Twenty-five nominal age!”

 

Ning Buwei laughed, “So you’re a little kid.”

 

“You’re the little kid!” Feng Zizhang was so annoyed, “I came down the mountain with my senior brothers… but they all died – it’s all my fault.”

 

As he spoke, Feng Zizhang thought of the sad things again, threw the sword away, hugged his knees and started crying.

 

Ning Buwei had just coaxed a little one, but now he started crying again, feeling a headache, he extended his foot and kicked him, “Lend me some spiritual power to use.”

 

Feng Zizhang was a little hurt by the kick, raised his head and sniffed, “But didn’t you just say not to use spiritual power?”

 

“You can’t, I can.” Ning Buwei was a little impatient, “Give me the sword.”

 

“Oh.” Feng Zizhang fumbled for a while to find the sword he had just thrown away, wiped his face, then picked up the sword and pointed the tip at his palm.

 

Ning Buwei: “…”

 

Feng Zizhang saw that he didn’t take it, and looked at him puzzledly.

 

Ning Buwei said somewhat helplessly, “You are truly pitied by the heavens making you live this long.”

 

“Huh?” Feng Zizhang looked at him blankly.

 

Ning Buwei took a deep breath, reached out and kicked his wrist. The long sword spun a flower in the air, and the hilt fell into his hand.

 

Feng Zizhang got up from the ground, “How much spiritual power do you need?”

 

“As much as you can give.” Ning Buwei said without any politeness.

 

Feng Zizhang was an honest and serious-minded person, without any guard, he poured all his spiritual power into the long sword. Ning Buwei tried it and raised his eyebrows, “Is that all?”

 

Feng Zizhang, who was already exhausted, was about to cry, “I’ve given you all I have.”

 

Ning Buwei withdrew his gaze with disdain. This bit of spiritual power was not even one-tenth of the crimson spiritual power that suddenly appeared on Ning Xiu last time. But it was better than nothing. With a wave of the long sword, the thick vine cracked open a gap, and a little light came in from outside, barely enough for a person to stretch out an arm.

 

Feng Zizhang was greatly encouraged, “Keep going!”

 

“I’m out of spiritual power.” Ning Buwei disdainfully threw the sword back to him, “You hurry up and regulate your breathing, save some more.”

 

Feng Zizhang was tired at this moment, and said aggrievedly when he heard the words, “Can I take a break?”

 

“Heh, take a break?” Ning Buwei said, “When you’re done resting, Yan Lanpei will probably be here.”

 

Feng Zizhang choked immediately.

 

Ning Buwei hooked the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile but not a smile, “Then you can accumulate enough spiritual power to die happily.”

 

Feng Zizhang choked, and immediately sat down cross-legged to adjust his breathing.

 

Ning Buwei leaned on the vine with Ning Xiu in his arms, and the three fragments of Suzaku Sword in his hand were turning back and forth.

 

He had no spiritual power now. The previous teleportation array exhausted the spiritual power in a fragment, and deluding Yan Lanpei exhausted another piece. Now there was only a little bit left in a fragment, which was used to save his life, and he did not plan on using it now.

 

Although Ning Xiu was born with a golden core, the child didn’t understand anything and couldn’t use it at all, and couldn’t accumulate much spiritual power. Instead, he was like a big piece of fat, and all kinds of people dared to covet it. If he didn’t have cultivation, he couldn’t protect Ning Xiu at all.

 

The other fragments of the Suzaku Sword had no spiritual sense at all until now, he could only find it slowly. The urgent task now was to find a way to restore his cultivation, or at least get some spiritual power to use.

 

The crimson spiritual power that Ning Xiu picked up from somewhere last time was very useful. Although it looked a bit small, he used it extravagantly and it was more than enough to use, very convenient and handy.

 

Especially when compared with the little spiritual power of Feng Zizhang, this little trash, it’s even more obvious.

 

Thinking of this, Ning Buwei couldn’t help but poke his son’s cheek.

 

Ning Xiu, who was sleeping soundly, opened his eyes in a daze and stared blankly at his father.

 

“Where did you get that spiritual power last time?” Ning Buwei, who had no sense of being a father, shamelessly asked his son for something, “Get some more for father.”

 

“Ah?” Ning Xiu blinked in confusion.

 

Ning Buwei: “Don’t blindly learn from that idiot.”

 

“Ah?” Feng Zizhang, who was struggling to accumulate spiritual power.

 

Ning Buwei: “…..”

 

At this moment, Feng Zizhang suddenly saw a familiar figure running towards them from the gap in the vines, and excitedly shouted, “Fellow Cultivator Jiang! Miss Jiang!”

 

Seeing that the other party seemed to not hear, Feng Zizhang stretched out an arm from the gap and waved desperately, shouting with all his strength, “Jiang Yizheng!!!”

 

Jiang Yizheng, who was running for her life, was taken aback. She saw a pale arm suddenly stretched out from the huge green vine ball in front of her, and was still shouting her name aggressively. She was so scared that she slipped and almost fell off the roof.

 

This demon vine actually knows how to call out names to lure the enemy in!