The Quest for Immortality

Fan Jin looked at He Laoqi, then turned around to look at Gu Changhuai, and couldn’t help but say:

”Exactly what level of mole have you planted inside the Demon Sect? Could it be a Demon Sect Elder? This intelligence is simply divine...”

Even Gu Changhuai and Xia Canonical Official were somewhat stunned at this moment.

It’s actually true down to the smallest detail...

At the same time, they were also puzzled in their hearts, wondering how Mo Hua managed to obtain this intelligence...

If it weren’t for their considerable understanding of Mo Hua, they would suspect Mo Hua was an Elder inside this Demon Sect?

But right now, there’s no time to think about such things.

Gu Changhuai saw He Laoqi enter the house with the red banner hanging, his face serious, and said solemnly: ”Start closing the net.”

Fan Jin also put his thoughts away, his eyes becoming sharp.

The opportunity was rare, he must perform well.

The surrounding Enforcement Leaders began to hold their blades in vigilance, quietly closing in from all sides towards the house with the red banner.

They were no match for Golden Core Demon Cultivators, but they formed formations among themselves to block the paths to prevent this Demon Head from escaping.

The Formation Patterns also started activating one by one, the traps long prepared.

Gu Changhuai and the other two formed a triangular formation, surrounding the house where the Demon Head was, but they did not rush to take action.

Because Mo Hua had said that this Demon Cultivator’s cultivation technique has a flaw. When performing the technique, Blood Qi reverses to the Qu Chi, Inner Acupoint, causing the Qi Sea to ache, requiring the replenishing from others and the union of Yin and Yang to relieve the pain.

At this time, if his Blood Qi is reversing, his strength will also be greatly diminished.

Gu Changhuai silently counted the hours in his heart, estimating that He Laoqi was in the process of replenishing from others, burning with desire, unable to help himself, then suddenly shot out, breaking the door and rushing in.

The room was small, with three people in total.

A man, a woman, and He Laoqi.

The man and woman were a couple, furthermore, they were disciples taken in by He Laoqi.

Now the man was outside guarding the door, the woman and He Laoqi enjoying themselves inside the room.

The man used his wife as a bargaining chip to curry favor with He Laoqi, the Golden Core, in hopes of reducing the tribute of vital blood to leave more for his own cultivation.

The woman also wished to cling to He Laoqi, the Golden Core Elder of the Demon Sect, and was thus willing to pay with her flesh.

Once one cultivates demonic arts, human nature gradually erodes, and the propriety and sense of shame are lost; anything done is not surprising.

Gu Changhuai and the others were not surprised but still felt nauseated.

He Laoqi was naked, writhing like a fleshy worm, and upon seeing Gu Changhuai and the others, he was shocked, hurriedly grabbing a robe to wrap himself and attempted to escape.

But it was too late.

Gu Changhuai had already drawn a feather fan, condensed a cyan Wind Blade, transforming into a stream of light, heading straight for He Laoqi’s neck.

He Laoqi had no way to avoid it, so he could only pull the woman in his arms over to use as a shield.

The woman was draped over He Laoqi, still in lust, not realizing what had happened, and was beheaded by a strike of Gu Changhuai’s Wind Blade.

Blood rained down for a moment, splattering the room.

The Wind Blade, having beheaded the woman, continued forward, slicing towards He Laoqi’s neck, but it was momentarily delayed by the flesh, slowing by a breath.

He Laoqi got the chance and shifted his body. The Wind Blade grazed his throat, heading towards his shoulder, gouging out a large piece of flesh.

He Laoqi cried out in pain, cursing, ”You motherf*cker...”

Before he finished cursing, a cold glint arrived once more.

Xia Canonical Official held a short sword, condensation of icy aura, looked at He Laoqi as if looking at a pile of rotten flesh, and thus did not hold back in the slightest.

The icy short sword went straight for He Laoqi’s heart meridian.

He Laoqi was startled and hurried to circulate Blood Qi, but he hadn’t completed the replenishing, and the flaw in his cultivation technique hadn’t been resolved, so he couldn’t condense the protective blood-colored gang qi. Even with all his might, he only managed to form a thin Blood Shield at his heart meridian.

The icy blue sword light pierced through the Blood Shield instantly, the Sword Qi permeated into his heart, freezing his blood.

Fortunately, He Laoqi’s life was robust; the Sword Qi veered slightly, not truly disabling his heart meridian, but it was enough to freeze his flesh and halt him temporarily.

This series of changes transpired as a clash between the Golden Core Realm, occurring as quickly as lightning.

When the Foundation Establishment Realm man in the room came to his senses, he found his Golden Core ”master” severely wounded, the room filled with bloodstains, and his wife, naked, already beheaded.

”Yanzi!”

The man was heartbroken, his eyes blood-red, shouted hoarsely: ”You killed my Dao partner, I’ll make you pay in blood...”

Before he finished speaking, he was kicked by Fan Jin, crashing into the wall, breaking several ribs, and collapsed, unconscious.

Fan Jin kicked the man away without a hint of hesitation, and then picked up two large hammers, aiming to smash He Laoqi’s head.

He Laoqi hung on by a thread, not daring to hold back any longer, monster patterns appeared on his body, in the form of a blood-colored crane.

As the Monster Pattern emerged, the Blood Crane let out a cry, Demonic Qi surged.

He Laoqi, by leveraging the power of the Monster Pattern, finally managed to suppress the icy aura inside his body, then with a White Crane Spread its Wings, leapt, breaking through the rooftop, and escaping the three people’s encirclement.

The Crane Pattern lightened his body, allowing him to step on grass as if flying, leaving no trace in snow.

A Golden Core cannot fly, but with the Blood Crane Monster Pattern on him, He Laoqi’s figure could leap several feet into the air, far surpassing regular Golden Core cultivators.

But as soon as he rose above the rooftop, surrounding Formation Patterns flickered, a Golden Light net fell, enveloping him completely.

He Laoqi’s claws transformed into Blood Blades, shredding the net.

But in that brief effort, Gu Changhuai and the other two had already closed in again, giving him no chance to breathe, employing various methods to besiege He Laoqi.

Fan Jin charged at the forefront, wielding a pair of iron hammers with a fierce wind sound, due to his ambition for merit, he went all out without a trace of slackness.