69novels Chapter 327 discusses compensation.
Chapter 327 discusses compensation.
Chapter 327 discusses compensation.
She pointed forward slightly.
hum!
The black light on the demonic flames intensified once more, and the golden light wall, which was already cracking and hissing from corrosion, was instantly covered with cracks.
Click!
The Vajra defense that Xuan Hui had hastily erected in front of him was completely shattered.
A few wisps of black flame, like venomous snakes spitting their tongues, pierced through the gaps in the defenses and rushed straight at the faces of the two disciples.
The two disciples were so terrified that their legs went weak, and they didn't even have the strength to run away, let alone resist.
Xuan Hui's face turned ashen.
If they can't hold them off again, these two disciples will surely die today!
He was so frustrated he felt like he wanted to vomit blood.
He desperately wanted to yell at Xuan Yin: "Your disciple and Chen Yi are clearly faking it! I think they're perfectly confident! They haven't even used their hidden supernatural abilities!"
My two apprentices are truly weak! If they were to take that hit, they would really die!
But there's no time to explain right now.
"Don't--!
"Xuan Hui let out a sharp shout, no longer daring to delay in the slightest.
He took a step, and the void beneath his feet shattered.
His entire body shone with golden light, making him appear as if he had transformed into a golden statue.
With his hands forming a mudra at lightning speed, the Acala Mudra was instantly created, and golden light burst forth from his body once again, making him appear like a Buddha, illuminating half of the sky!
The Vajra Indestructible Divine Power, unleashed at full force!
boom!
He actually used his own body to meet those deadly demonic flames head-on, just to shield his two disciples from this fatal blow.
Sizzle sizzle—
The demonic flames made contact with the golden body, producing a chilling burning sound.
Xuan Hui's face was contorted in agony.
The demonic flames not only scorched his physical body, but also frantically eroded his soul.
He cursed inwardly: Xuan Gang! You bastard!
Is this what you mean by "nothing special"?
Is this what you mean by "weak magical power"?
You could easily block this demonic flame back then, so why don't you come and try blocking it now?!
This isn't just an ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator! This is clearly a monster who's halfway to the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul realm!
In this life-or-death struggle, Xuan Hui had no choice but to once again borrow the power of the Zen relics on his wrist.
The golden relic spun wildly, attempting to deduce Xuan Yin's current state and find a way to break the deadlock.
However, the conclusion he calculated caused his expression to change drastically again, even more so than when the demonic flames had touched him earlier.
The divination indicates that the fortune of the Nine Yin lineage has not declined; on the contrary, it presents a strange phenomenon of twin stars shining brightly.
"How could this happen?!"
Xuan Hui was greatly shocked and stared incredulously at Qingfeng Ridge in the distance.
"The Nine Yin Demon Flame lineage has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, but its fortune has long been waning and growing weaker. The fact that Ning Bu'er could emerge is already a stroke of luck, having exhausted all the lineage's resources."
"How could they possibly withstand the emergence of two top geniuses at the same time?"
The dark golden flames, like a leech, silently gnawed at the protective Buddha light.
Xuan Hui watched helplessly as his prized Immovable King Golden Body became mottled and fragmented under the eerie demonic flames, resembling a thin sheet of paper scorched by sparks.
pain.
It wasn't physical pain, but a tearing sensation from the depths of my soul.
The feeling was as if every drop of golden essence in the body was being forcibly extracted and ignited.
A thunderbolt flashed through Xuan Hui's mind.
Nine Yin Demon Flame.
Legend has it that to cultivate this demonic art to the level of a deity, one must use the power of a high-grade lightning crystal.
Only those who have mastered the ultimate Thunder Spirit Body Tempering Technique can withstand the chill of the Nine Yin and harmonize with it.
The Thunder Spirit Body Forging Technique has been lost for ten thousand years.
Could it be that...?
Xuan Hui's gaze pierced through the distorted air, staring intently at the aloof figure in the distance, then sweeping over the seemingly inconspicuous Nascent Soul stage disciple below.
Chen Yi.
The only male disciple of Qingfeng Ridge.
All the clues came together at this moment.
Could this master and apprentice be sharing the same furnace?
If that's the case, then everything makes sense.
No wonder this female demon's cultivation level has increased dramatically, and no wonder she is so protective of this disciple.
Xuan Hui's heart pounded wildly.
Although he had no empirical evidence, he had practiced the path of cause and effect for many years, and his intuition was often more accurate than what he saw with his own eyes.
If they really become—
Once Xuan Yin breaks through to the Nascent Soul stage, and if that boy also grows up, and then helps that young girl advance to the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage...
Vajra Temple is likely facing utter destruction.
These three must be placed on the Vajra Temple's top kill list!
The moment the killing intent arose, a sharp pain shot through his chest.
"laugh"
The protective golden light shattered completely.
The wisp of dark golden flame burrowed into the opening and burned into his dantian without any hindrance.
The essence of Vajra has ignited.
Xuan Hui's face turned deathly pale, and his once rosy complexion instantly turned ashen.
He is getting weaker.
It's not the recoverable weakness of depleted magical power, but a fundamental drop in one's realm.
This demonic flame is burning his very foundation!
"Burning its very essence—this Nine Yin Demonic Flame has truly reached the legendary realm!"
Fear instantly overwhelmed the killing intent.
What is the matter of eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path, what is the grand plan of the sect? At this moment, none of them can compare to the cultivation he has painstakingly cultivated for hundreds of years.
Xuan was terrified.
He clasped his hands together, his once majestic appearance now trembling, and his voice, lacking its previous confidence, became rapid and shrill: "True Lord Xuan Yin, please stop! This humble monk knows his mistake! This humble monk shouldn't have rashly attacked your Qingfeng Ridge!"
In mid-air, Xuan Yin's long hair danced wildly as she made hand seals, completely ignoring the old monk's wails.
She actually didn't have much magic power left in her body.
Although the Nine Yin Demon Flame is powerful, he had not cultivated it to its maximum level when he was training with Chen Yi. Now, when burning other sources of magical power, the consumption is even greater.
After this battle, she may need to go into seclusion for more than a month to make up for the losses.
But she can't stop.
Since you've drawn your sword, you must strike hard enough to frighten your opponent, to instill fear in them to the very core of their being.
"Oh.
""
Xuan Yin's lips curled into a mocking smile, and with a flick of his finger, the fire intensified instead of diminishing.
"You think you can just fight whenever you want, and stop whenever you want? Do you really think this entire cultivation world is your Vajra Temple's territory?"
Flames exploded on Xuan Hui's body, creating a burst of golden and red sparks.
Xuan Hui screamed in agony, staggering backward through the air.
Xuan Yin's voice was icy cold, piercing through the sea of fire and reaching his ears: "Besides, you don't know you're wrong, you're just afraid."
Before the words were even finished, the demonic flames surged once more.
Xuan Hui felt that the Vajra power he had cultivated for a hundred years was vanishing at a despairing speed.
Peak of the mid-stage of the fourth tier.
Mid-stage of the fourth tier.
That solid barrier of boundaries was as fragile as paper before the demonic flames.
"No—it can't fall any further!"
"what!"
Xuan Hui's eyes were about to burst as he watched his aura plummet, about to fall below the threshold of the mid-stage of the fourth rank and drop to the early stage of the fourth rank.
That's the result of hundreds of years of hard work!
Once a fall occurs, lifespan is greatly reduced, and there is no possibility of further progress in this life.
That kind of despair is more terrifying than death.
At this moment, Xuan Hui completely panicked and lost all semblance of his high monk demeanor.
"Senior Xuan Yin, please stop! Your sect's Senior Jiu Jue has a history with my sect; let's talk this over!"
He even invoked the name of the master from the Nine Yin Demon Flame's ancestral lineage, attempting to evoke some lingering affection from the other party.
Xuan Yin remained expressionless, but with a slight twitch of his fingertips, the flames burned even brighter.
"Mysterious Yin True Lord! Whatever you want in compensation, this humble monk will give it to you!"
Xuan Hui's voice carried a hint of fear, knowing that the other party was a cold-blooded and ruthless person.
below.
Chen Yi stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the scene.
He remained calm, as if watching a grand play with a pre-written script.
Until Xuan Hui shouted the word "compensation".
Xuan Yin turned his head and looked at Chen Yi.
"compensation?"
Xuan Yin snorted coldly, his voice echoing across the surrounding area, "Can you afford to pay for it?"
Though he spoke toughly, a divine thought secretly entered Chen Yi's ears:
How much longer will it burn? If it keeps burning, this old bald monk will really be burned to death. At that time, I might not be able to withstand the wrath of the Vajra Temple. Chen Yi did not answer immediately.
He squinted, sensing the fluctuations in Xuan Hui's aura.
not enough.
Although Xuan Hui was afraid, he still held onto a sliver of hope.
We must burn through his underwear to make him understand that his life is in the hands of others, so that we can take the initiative in the subsequent negotiations.
Auntie, don't worry.
Chen Yi slowly transmitted his voice back, his tone calm, "Burn for another ten breaths." Letting him drop to the peak of the early fourth stage, experiencing the fear of his cultivation about to fall by a major realm, would be the best bargaining chip.
Upon hearing this, Xuan Yin felt reassured.
That kid's ruthless.
She obeyed and activated the demonic flames, completely ignoring Xuan Hui's pleas for mercy and cries.
Screams echoed through the air.
The golden light emanating from Xuan Hui's body grew dimmer and dimmer. His once dignified kasaya was now tattered and torn, revealing the charred flesh beneath.
His breathing continued to decline.
Finally, that critical point was crossed.
Mid-stage of fourth rank, broken.
Peak of the early stage of the fourth tier.
And it's still falling.
If he were to fall to the early stage of the fourth rank, his status in the Vajra Temple would plummet, and he might even be vulnerable to attacks from his enemies.
Xuan Hui's eyes lost focus, and his whole body went limp in the air, even the magic power that maintained his flight became intermittent.
He was truly desperate.
This female demon is going to cripple him!
Just when Xuan Hui thought that his cultivation would be completely destroyed today, Chen Yi's voice rang in Xuan Yin's mind:
The time is right.
If the fire continues, he will be seriously injured. I need to preserve his cultivation level; I will use it later.
Xuan Yin flipped his wrist.
The dark golden demonic flames surged back like a whale sucking in water, instantly disappearing into her palm.
The world suddenly became clear.
Xuan Hui gasped for breath, his body drenched in cold sweat. The exhaustion from surviving the ordeal almost made him collapse.
He touched his dantian in alarm.
Thank goodness.
Although he has fallen to the peak of the early stage of the fourth rank, his foundation is not destroyed. As long as he consumes a lot of resources, there is still hope of recovering.
Xuan Yin stood in mid-air, using the closing movement to calm the surging blood and qi within his body.
Looking down at the disheveled Xuan Hui, she coldly said, following Chen Yi's earlier telepathic message, "If you want compensation, then let's settle the score."
Xuan Hui nodded hurriedly, "Please speak, True Lord. As long as this humble monk can produce—"
Xuan Yin interrupted him, his voice clear and cold, not like that of a demonic cultivator who had just finished a fight: "The sect's grand formation is damaged, including thirty fourth-tier formation materials."
Xuan Hui's eyelids twitched.
The formation just now only had a crack, so where did thirty fourth-tier formation materials come from? Even if you dismantled and sold the entire Qingfeng Ridge formation, it wouldn't be worth that many.
But he dared not refute it.
Xuan Yin continued to report the accounts: "The sect's fourth-tier spirit herb garden was damaged, including nearly ten portions of fourth-tier spirit herbs and several hundred portions of spirit herbs below the fourth tier."
Xuan Hui's lips twitched.
When he pointed out the Vajra Imprisoning Heaven Pointing Technique before, he clearly scanned the herb garden with his divine sense and found that there was at most one fourth-grade spiritual herb, while the rest were third-grade. Xuan Yin just casually increased the price tenfold?!
"You shall compensate for the losses to the sect's formations, spiritual veins, and herb gardens at their original prices."
This is not over yet.
Xuan Yin's gaze shifted to Chen Yi below, and his tone suddenly became more serious: "My disciple Bu Er was injured, and my junior Chen Yi was injured, both because of you. You must compensate with two portions of fourth-grade high-quality resources."
Fourth-grade superior quality?!
Xuan Hui almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
That kid was standing there completely unharmed, not even a wrinkle on his clothes. Where was he injured? This is blatant robbery!
"at last."
Xuan Yin's eyes were like knives. "You framed my Qingfeng Ridge and plotted against your Vajra Temple, damaging the reputation of my Qingfeng Ridge Demonic Sect. Vajra Temple must issue a statement to the entire Central Continent government to apologize."
The air was deathly still.
After hearing this, Xuan Hui was completely stunned.
This isn't compensation; it's tearing the Jingang Temple apart!
Fourth-tier array materials, fourth-tier spiritual herbs, and fourth-tier high-grade resources—these things combined are enough to drain half of the Vajra Temple's inventory.
Not to mention the final apology announcement.
The Vajra Temple is one of the leaders of the righteous path. If it were to apologize to a demonic sect, wouldn't it lose all face? How could it ever face anyone in Zhongzhou again?
This is worse than killing him.
"Mysterious Yin True Lord————"
Xuan Hui swallowed hard, his voice dry. "This price—isn't it a bit too high?"
"high?"
Xuan Yin raised an eyebrow, and the murderous aura he had just suppressed surged forth once more.
"What were you thinking when you made that move? If you can't afford to pay the price, then leave your life behind."
Before she finished speaking, a wisp of demonic flame danced on her fingertips once more.
Xuan Hui was startled, his face turned embarrassed, and he dared not confront him directly again.
But he was, after all, a cunning old fox who had lived for hundreds of years, and he was not about to admit defeat so easily.
His right hand was tucked into his tattered sleeve, his fingers silently pinching a bone relic.
Zen Relics.
This thing also has another function: it operates secretly at crucial moments, ignoring distance and directly communicating with the abbot of the temple.
He needs to ask the temple for help.
The Venerable Kong Neng is a great cultivator in the late stage of the fourth rank. As long as he learns of the situation here and crosses the void to come, this Xuan Yin Demon will definitely be in deep trouble!
While Xuan Hui smiled and feigned a troubled, bargaining expression, he secretly channeled his remaining magical power into the relic.
"My Lord, please calm your anger. These fourth-tier resources are extremely rare. Perhaps—"
Just as he exerted force with his fingertips, about to activate the relic...
Chen Yi's gaze suddenly shifted.
At the same time, Xuan Yin's expression suddenly turned cold.
"Still trying to play tricks?"
No nonsense.
Xuan Hui was not given any time to react.
Xuan Yin raised his hand and pointed.
That single, imminent burst of demonic flame, no bigger than a thumb, contained the purest essence of her power at that moment.
fast.
It was so fast that even divine sense couldn't catch it.
It vanished in a flash.
"puff!"
A soft sound.
The demonic flames instantly landed on Xuan Hui's right hand, which was tucked into his sleeve.
"ah!!!"
A heart-wrenching scream pierced the sky once more.
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