The Demon with Holy Radiance

At that moment on Dragonfly Bamboo Peak, the fires of war reignited. Seeing that the members of the Golden Thread Pavilion had captured the peak, the Great Virtue Temple once again dispatched a host of cultivators, seemingly intent on reclaiming it.

The Golden Thread Pavilion cultivators, who had only been resting for a short while, all rose to their feet. Aided by the black smoke from the bonfires, they maintained a surprisingly high morale as they met the incoming forces from the Great Virtue Temple. The two sides clashed once more, and the entire area beneath Dragonfly Bamboo Peak began to tremble again with thunderous rumbles.

This time, there were no Insect Dao cultivators among the people from the Great Virtue Temple; most of them were Zombie Gods. Yang An observed the entire situation from a high vantage point, but his mind was preoccupied with a previous question.

Before long, the Golden Thread Pavilion’s cultivators were unexpectedly suppressed, slowly retreating up Dragonfly Bamboo Peak while calling out to Yang An for help.

Yang An snapped back to his senses and looked at the battlefield. The same cultivators who had been fighting the Great Virtue Temple to a standstill were now all fleeing up Dragonfly Bamboo Peak.

And amidst the numerous cultivators, a red line of blood weaved rapidly back and forth, darting through the battlefield.

Any cultivator touched by that bloodline would have their flesh and blood disintegrate into a pool of blood in an instant, which would then merge into the bloodline itself. They died without a chance to even scream, leaving not even a corpse behind.

Yang An frowned, but he soon spotted the peculiarity.

Within his Insect Dao Realm perception, he could clearly see that the darting bloodline was actually a woman with three heads and a bare upper body. Her lower body, however, was like a writhing worm, its form densely covered with all kinds of hideous maws.

It was precisely because of these maws that once they touched a cultivator from the Golden Thread Pavilion, the cultivator couldn’t resist. Their entire body would burst into a shower of blood and be devoured by the maws.

’The Great Virtue Temple is full of bald donkeys. Since when did they have a woman among them?’

Yang An narrowed his eyes. Based on the woman’s features, he guessed at a possibility.

’This isn’t someone from the Great Virtue Temple, but their reinforcement. She’s most likely a cultivator from Qiangui Mountain in the Northern Senluo Domain.’

’The techniques of these Qiangui Mountain cultivators are so bizarre. It’s instant death on contact. Not even the Power of Rules wielded by some Zombie Gods can block it.’

In the blink of an eye, two more cultivators from the Golden Thread Pavilion were killed on the spot.

But just as the bloodline continued its advance, striking toward the next fleeing person, Yang An’s figure appeared before her without any warning.

WHOOSH—

The bloodline couldn’t change direction in time and slammed headfirst into Yang An. A multitude of maws immediately appeared on her three heads, frantically trying to bite into Yang An’s flesh in an attempt to instantly pierce through his body.

But before those maws could even touch Yang An’s body, countless rays of light, like a thousand silken threads, surged out from within him, completely engulfing her.

A pillar of light seemed to erupt from Yang An’s chest. As it swallowed the woman, it continued unimpeded, piercing through the bodies of many of the Great Virtue Temple’s bald donkeys behind her.

In that instant, both the fleeing cultivators and the bald donkeys from the Great Virtue Temple were blinded by the dazzling light.

When the light faded, Yang An was already holding half of a head that had been turned to charcoal. The carbonized flesh within the head cracked open, and a thumb-sized red bug immediately tried to escape, only to be trapped by Yang An in a sphere of light.

Seeing this, the cultivators from the Great Virtue Temple didn’t hesitate for a moment, choosing to retreat immediately. The tide of battle turned in an instant.

"No wonder you couldn’t find her soul. So, this thing can hide its soul separately."

Back on Dragonfly Bamboo Peak, Yang An released the confinement of light. He caught the soft bug that tried to escape and gave it a gentle squeeze. It felt elastic, like squeezing a red gummy candy.

The bug trembled in his hand, looking small, pitiful, and helpless.

"Don’t be afraid."

Yang An smiled faintly and crushed it in his hand.

POP!

The bug instantly burst in Yang An’s hand, its juices splattering.

"I ate it," the Bow Lady said excitedly. This was her first time eating a cultivator from Qiangui Mountain, yet another new experience.

"Digest it and sort through the Cultivation Methods contained in the souls you just swallowed. I really need them right now."

Yang An had almost forgotten about the Bow Lady’s ability. He could make full use of it.

Before long, the people from Great Virtue Temple were completely driven off. The cultivators returned to Dragonfly Bamboo Peak in high spirits, having finally vented their frustrations. They couldn’t have felt more satisfied.

Yang An resumed his research on the Cultivation Methods he had obtained, not wasting time on his own cultivation. But soon, the messenger from before returned.

"Elder Wen Zhao has issued an order: Elder Zhao Mu is to proceed to the island for a meeting."

The messenger-cultivator was trembling. He could directly feel Yang An’s fury. Even the surrounding cultivators were baring their teeth at him, as if he were surrounded by a pack of wolves.

His research interrupted once again, Yang An took a deep breath.

"I’m not going."

He simply uttered three words. The messenger-cultivator didn’t dare to linger for another moment and fled as if his life depended on it.

Everyone looked at Yang An, somewhat astonished, and then glanced at one another.

’Is he planning to defy Elder Wen Zhao to the very end?’

But not a single person dared to say a word. They could only sullenly move a bit farther away from Yang An.

"Got it!"

Soon, the Bow Lady’s delighted voice rang in Yang An’s ears.

"What do you have?"

"There are quite a few Cultivation Methods in the souls of those bald donkeys from the Great Virtue Temple, and I nabbed the one from Qiangui Mountain, too."

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