Chapter 123: The Path of Black and White (Part Three)

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The 29th, light rain.
Such weather is somewhat rare.
In Changping, while overcast skies are common, rain is actually quite scarce.
The cultivators in the city went about their business as usual.
Leaving the Yangwu Academy, they followed their respective duties, heading toward various directions outside the county seat.
The area Song Yan was tasked to patrol today was Cheng Family Village.
However, before leaving the county seat, he still went to the Spirit Indication Stele outside the Lianheng Building to confirm Cheng Yu’s movements for the day once more.
On the edge of the Spirit Indication Stele, Cheng Yu’s name remained in its original position.
There was no reassignment.
This was as expected.
By today, the elders should all be aware of the plan to ambush the cultivators of the Seed Demon Path and the Huangquan Path.
Cheng Family Village was the center of the battlefield, while Caoyuan Township was the furthest point from it.
Naturally, Cheng Yu’s parents would no longer waste effort trying to send their child elsewhere.
His expression was indifferent as he glanced at the names of the few people around Cheng Yu.
Birds of a feather.
"If you can survive, it means your crimes do not warrant death."
"If you die, it means you have committed many evils in your daily life, and it is better to go down early to atone for them."
He turned and left the county seat.
Everything in Cheng Family Village was as usual.
Song Yan sat cross-legged under an old pine tree at the fork in the mountain road outside the village.
Today, he had nothing to do.
He simply needed to wait.
On this day, many others were also waiting for a certain moment to arrive.
Night falls quickly in Changping.
The crescent moon hung like a hook, and the dead forest on the outskirts of the Corpse Bone Abyss rustled in the cold wind and rain.
Lü Qin, hidden in the night, walked slowly toward Cheng Family Village.
At this moment, the disciples of the Six Great Sects were changing shifts, which was precisely the time when patrols were at their weakest.
Of course, these fools from the Six Great Sects would never have been able to uncover their identities anyway.
Otherwise, they would not have let the Huangquan Path hide Jin Tianya here for over half a year without noticing.
Three miles away, Cheng Family Village glowed with scattered lights.
"If the Shura Path wants to snatch the person, it will likely be within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."
"Otherwise, if they provoke the disciples of the Six Great Sects, they will be in for a world of trouble."
Lü Qin believed he was in no danger; the only question was whether he could find an opportunity to claim the lion's share for himself.
Thinking that in a few moments he would witness the Shura Path and the Huangquan Path both suffer heavy losses, a sinister grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.
With this thought, he crept a few steps closer under the cover of night, his eyes fixed on a certain low house.
Swish...
The night was silent, save for the sound of heavy rain falling.
The rain grew heavier.
Lü Qin realized something was wrong, not because Cheng Family Village failed to make any sound.
It was because he suddenly discovered that the heavy rain was actually passing through his protective spiritual veil and striking his clothes.
Creak—
The wooden door of the low house, which had been lit, was slowly pushed open.
A young female cultivator dressed in blue and white Daoist robes walked slowly out of the house, her gaze directed toward where Lü Qin was hiding.
"Oh no!"
In the shadows of the night, Lü Qin transformed into a streak of blood light, attempting to flee the scene.
Clang—
A bell rang softly, and a massive surge of water vapor erupted!
Spiritual power transformed into a tide, like rain detaining a guest.
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In the torrential rain, Lü Qin’s figure was forcibly dragged back.
At this point, how could he not know that he had fallen into a trap set by the Six Great Sects?
But...
What merit did he have to warrant a Foundation Establishment cultivator taking action to suppress him?
As a matter of fact, Cong Yuzhen was also confused.
According to the clues provided by that Song Yan and the deductions of many elders, tonight was supposed to be the time for the Huangquan Path demon cultivators and the Seed Demon Path demon cultivators to meet.
They had even prepared for the possibility of a Foundation Establishment demon cultivator being present.
That was why she, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, had been dispatched to anchor the position.
Yet, having waited until now, only one person had appeared.
"Could it be that the Huangquan Path cultivators have already sensed the movements of the Six Great Sects?"
Seeing that the other side had been waiting for a long time and the other party had failed to show up, she decided to act.
Spiritual power mixed with raindrops, condensing into countless fine chains that wrapped around Lü Qin’s body.
"Sheng... Nian..."
"You bastard!!!"
Could he be a mole for the Six Great Sects?!
Thinking back now, every move that bastard made was full of flaws.
How could he have fallen for this trick!?
Cong Yuzhen pinched a seal with her hand, and all the spiritual rain chains began to slowly tighten.
Since there was only one opponent, and he was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining, there was naturally no need to worry.
It would be best if he could be captured alive.
But just as the spiritual rain chains were about to bind him, an unexpected change occurred.
Lü Qin suddenly exploded into a mist of blood and transformed into a streak of light again, fleeing toward the northeast.
Cong Yuzhen’s brows knit together.
As a containment formation, the "Rain Detaining Guests" indeed had several weak points during the process of the spiritual rain chains contracting.
The direction the man had fled was one of them.
"This demon cultivator is proficient in formations?"
Cong Yuzhen was stunned, then sighed softly.
It was unclear what she was lamenting.
She gradually withdrew all her spiritual power.
Lü Qin fled at high speed, noticing that the spiritual power behind him was gradually being withdrawn by the female cultivator.
His heart leaped with joy.
Had he actually escaped from the hands of a Foundation Establishment cultivator?!
The disciples of the Six Sects were indeed all useless cowards without any combat prowess.
Even a Foundation Establishment cultivator...
Swish.
A water-blue sword aura streaked across the sky.
The blood mist fleeing in the night sky was like a fragile bird.
Without the slightest resistance, it was instantly pierced and scattered by that sword light.
The mental consciousness in his mind came to an abrupt end.
...
Under the same crescent moon.
Caoyuan Township.
Several disciples of the Six Sects gathered in a courtyard.
The owner of the courtyard was merely a mortal.
Naturally, they had driven him out.
The cultivator sitting in the center was Cheng Yu.
Even with heightened security, they were still only performing the simplest of tasks.
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Patrols like the one today were already the most troublesome tasks for them.
Cheng Yu snorted coldly, "People like this always think that by killing a few demon cultivators, they are the cream of the crop."
The heightened alert in Changping had made many young masters from prominent immortal sects extremely hostile toward the name Song Yan.
They cursed.
"That’s right, who doesn’t know that Changping is crawling with demon cultivators now? Yet he has to be the one to hog the spotlight..."
The people around him echoed the sentiment.
"Now, look at us, the disciples of the entire Six Sects, being made to play his patrol games."
Cheng Yu was quite satisfied with the flattery from the other disciples.
In truth, with his parents backing him, he still didn't need to put much thought into his duties in Changping.
He was simply targeting Song Yan out of spite.
Thinking of the trip to Beiya Mountain, thinking of Sheng Yun, and even the reprimands from Cong Yuzhen, Cheng Yu’s gaze darkened.
They were nothing more than base-born commoners from the wilderness...
"Hmph..."
Forget it, it didn't matter.
That bitch Sheng Yun could never leave the Sheyang Sect, no matter what.
When he eventually established his Dao foundation, he would surely find an opportunity to torture and humiliate her in front of her loved ones.
The wicked desire in his heart grew stronger.
"Heh..."
Thinking of this, Cheng Yu subconsciously licked his lips.
Something fell from the eaves of the courtyard.
"Hmm?"
Within his field of vision, a shadow seemed to be gradually enlarging.
At the same time, the look in the eyes of the cultivators around him seemed somewhat dazed.
He turned his head.
Without him noticing, a figure had appeared beside him.
A heroic face filled his entire field of vision.
"Wha..."
However, Sheng Nian did not give Cheng Yu any time to think.
Almost at the same instant, he had already suddenly raised his hand and thrust his horizontal blade forward.
There was no resistance.
The black blade instantly pierced through Cheng Yu’s slightly raised throat from the front left.
The originally dull blade, as if painted with pigment, instantly turned bright red.
Squish.
In Cheng Yu’s dull, painful, and incredulous gaze, Sheng Nian gently twisted the hilt of the horizontal blade.
The blade, wrapped in flesh and blood, was slowly rotated.
"Ugh..."
That chilling sound was exceptionally clear in the now deathly silent courtyard.
...
"Take a deep breath."
Sheng Nian patted Cheng Yu’s back gently, like a human mother soothing an infant for an afternoon nap.
"Dizziness is normal."
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