Chapter 395: Sorrowful Soul-Destroying

Qin Yuehan and Lv Zhengying were suddenly startled.

Both instantly summoned their magical treasures.

The layers of White Silk of the Heaven Silkworm enveloped and protected the four on the mats.

In front of Lv Zhengying, a golden Flying Sword appeared, its tip pointing towards the direction of Shen Xuan’s gaze.

"People in the time don’t recognize the Lingyun Wood, and only after it rises high do they know its true height."

A cold and harsh voice sounded.

Then, from the void, groups of black aura emerged, transforming into a black cloud, flying to the front of everyone.

"Demon cultivator?"

Lv Zhengying’s mind shook violently.

Turning into a demon cloud, coming and going freely.

The demon technique was exquisite, far above his own.

"Late stage of Demon Foundation demon cultivator!"

Lv Zhengying couldn’t help but feel tense, his palms slightly sweating.

In the Foundation Establishment Realm, the power of demon cultivators generally surpassed spirit cultivators of the same level.

Almost able to cross a small realm.

Late stage of Demon Foundation, equivalent to Foundation Establishment Perfection.

Lv Zhengying glanced at Shen Xuan.

If it weren’t for Shen Xuan’s presence, he would have bowed out, retreating first.

Unable to win, yet forced to fight, senselessly sacrificing one’s life, is not the action of a wise person.

Shen Xuan raised his hand slightly.

A stone bench three meters away lifted into the air and landed in front of the black cloud.

"A Feng, sit."

Shen Xuan said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this.

Lv Zhengying immediately realized.

"It’s you! Ling Zhenfeng!"

Qin Yuehan’s White Silk of the Heaven Silkworm silently withdrew.

The black cloud dispersed, revealing a fierce cultivator carrying a Snake Demon Bow, eyes sharp, face like an eagle, it was none other than their former classmate Ling Zhenfeng.

Wang Fugui exclaimed in surprise: "A Feng, it’s really you!"

Ling Zhenfeng smiled and said: "Fugui, it is me."

"You, you’ve also reached Foundation Establishment..."

Wang Fugui’s voice trembled, unsure if from excitement or shock.

Previously, he always thought Ling Zhenfeng had long perished.

Shen Xuan and the others did not tell Wang Fugui about Ling Zhenfeng’s entry into the Demon Dao and establishment of Demon Foundation.

Not out of distrust of Wang Fugui.

It was for Wang Fugui’s own good.

Some things are better left unknown than known, to avoid much trouble.

However, at this moment, Wang Fugui was nearing the end of his life.

There’s no need to hide from him any longer.

In the past, during their years of study, Ling Zhenfeng was closest to Shen Xuan and Wang Fugui.

Shen Xuan took care of his life and study.

Wang Fugui was inseparable, always together with him.

"It’s great! Heaven has not treated me poorly! In this life, being able to see A Feng again, witnessing his successful cultivation, is truly joyful!"

"Come, A Feng, let me toast to you!"

"Alright!"

The two drank together.

"Fugui, I won’t be able to stay here for too long. If you have anything you need help with, feel free to ask."

Ling Zhenfeng was a demon cultivator.

A disciple of the Yin Sha Sect, one of the six Great Demon Sects in Liang Country.

Dragon Gate Market, though directly under Cyan Cloud Sect, is after all small in scale and the protective array has limited power.

Ling Zhenfeng used a Demon Treasure to conceal his demon aura and sneaked into Dragon Gate Market.

However, he couldn’t stay for long.

Once detected by the protective array.

Ling Zhenfeng, who is strong in the Late Stage of Demon Foundation, would surely be able to fend off the Foundation Establishment level guard of Dragon Gate Market.

But this place is too close to Cyan Cloud Sect.

If entangled, once top experts of Cyan Cloud Sect are alerted, Ling Zhenfeng would find it difficult to escape.

Wang Fugui suddenly laughed heartily.

"Good brother! Fugui won’t stand on ceremony!"

"Indeed, Fugui has a wish, one that Shen Dage, Little Commandery Princess, and Little Marquis can’t help with."

"A Feng, Sujin passed away three years ago, not buried in the Yu Family’s ancestral grave, alone resting on Cold Moon Cliff."

"Couldn’t be together in life, can we be together in death?"

In Wang Fugui’s cloudy eyes, a sudden light shone, full of expectation as he looked at Ling Zhenfeng.

Digging graves and stealing cultivator remains is a heinous crime punishable by death.

Once discovered, regardless of who, unforgivable, deserving of execution by all.

That’s why Wang Fugui said this matter was inappropriate to ask Shen Xuan and others.

However, Ling Zhenfeng was different.

He was originally a demon cultivator.

No need to care about the rules of the Daoist Sect.

"Sujin passed away three years ago?"

Ling Zhenfeng finished the Spirit Wine in his embrace alone.

Suddenly let out a long howl.

Like the roar of a fierce beast, waves crashing violently.

Fortunately, Shen Xuan was prepared.

Sent out several strands of Spiritual Power, transforming into multiple Cyan Ice Walls, completely shielding the surrounding backyard.

After the howl.

Ling Zhenfeng laughed loudly: "What’s the difficulty in that!"

"After Fugui’s funeral, I’ll take both of you, find a serene place with mountains and waters, let you accompany each other peacefully."

"I remember, Sister Sujin likes places with bamboo and water. As for Fugui, as long as Sister Sujin likes it, you do too, right."

"A Feng understands me!"

"Thank you, A Feng."

"Fugui has nothing to repay you in this life, in the next, I’ll repay you even as grass bound to others!"

Wang Fugui clasped his fists in salute, trembling as he tried to bow.

Ultimately, lacking energy, he stood unsteadily, falling backward with a thud.

His face still bore a smile.

"See you in the next life."

Shen Xuan reached out, helping Wang Fugui close his eyes.

"Zhenfeng, you’d better leave now."

"Alright. Shen Dage, I’ll wait for you three hundred miles west of Dragon Gate Market at Soul Severing Cliff, there’s something to discuss."

Finished speaking, Ling Zhenfeng looked deeply at Wang Fugui.

The black cloud swirled, his form turned into the void, disappearing instantly.

"Qin Junior Sister, let’s head back first."

Shen Xuan said to Lv Zhengying: "The remaining tasks, I’ll leave to Junior Brother Lv."

"After Fugui’s funeral, bring his great-grandson Wang Xiaogui to Cold Jade Peak, and give him to Su Xue’Er."

Lv Zhengying quickly said: "Rest assured, Senior Brother Shen."

Shen Xuan nodded: "I’ve always trusted your handling of matters."

Lv Zhengying was an Elder at the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment in Cyan Cloud Sect.

Sufficient to suppress the Liu family, as well as the local riffraff in Dragon Gate Market.

With him here.

Wang Fugui’s funeral will surely be dignified.

Shen Xuan summoned the Silver-Horned Celestial Horse.

Qin Yuehan summoned the cloud handkerchief.

The two flew straight out of the Liu family’s backyard, one ahead and one behind.

At the entrance of Dragon Gate Market, after flashing their Sect Identity Jade Tokens, they flew westward towards Soul Severing Cliff.

On the way, both remained silent.

It was deep in the night.

Shen Xuan looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that this world was lonely and bitterly cold.

Wealth and glory, gone in an instant.

A lifetime’s work, turned into dust.

Wang Fugui, in the end, couldn’t forget his closest kin and deepest love.

But who ever remembers that he once walked this world?

A hundred years later, all he has will vanish without a trace.

The two arrived at Soul Severing Cliff and landed.

Shen Xuan scanned with his Divine Sense.

"Zhenfeng hasn’t arrived yet."

"Oh."

Qin Yuehan’s brows and eyes showed even more worry.

Clearly, Wang Fugui’s death affected her Mental Realm.

"Senior Brother, did Wang Fugui always like Zhao Sujin?"

"Yes."

"Why didn’t he try?"

Shen Xuan chuckled silently.

It must be said that Qin Yuehan, being of the Royal Family, lived in a completely different world from them.

She could never understand the hardships and sorrows of the little people at the bottom.

Wang Fugui came from an ordinary merchant family in the Mortal World.

He was extremely lucky to test out with a low-grade Spirit Root and become part of the Liu Cultivation Clan by marriage.

Someone like Shen Xuan.

Struggling among the lowest ranks of Loose Cultivators for over forty years, making talismans day and night, barely managing to get by, just keeping himself alive.

This was also because he was extremely disciplined, had no bad habits, and didn’t engage in dangerous activities like hunting or exploring.

If not, he would have already perished with his Dao disappearing.

Wang Fugui dared not marry a Female Cultivator with a Spirit Root.

Not to mention that he couldn’t support her.

Even if he barely managed, with Wang Fugui’s unremarkable Realm Cultivation, lacking any foundation or background, he would inevitably face all sorts of calamities in the Cultivation Realm.

His chances of dying miserably would be as high as ninety-nine percent.

If Zhao Sujin had ulterior motives.

Wang Fugui’s fate wouldn’t be much better than Wu Dalang.

Human nature can’t withstand the test.

Wang Fugui was a smart man.

He understood this Cultivation Realm very clearly.

Everything is about profit.

The word ’profit’ carries a knife and is stained with blood.

If you don’t fight or seize, you get nothing.

The fact that he could tightly hold onto Lv Zhengying’s leg was because he was useful, to bring benefits to Lv Zhengying.

Now, as he’s about to die and close his eyes, being a son-in-law, he still wants to leave some legacy for the Wang family.

Digging graves and stealing cultivators’ corpses, Shen Xuan and others couldn’t do.

But being a Demon Cultivator, Ling Zhenfeng had no psychological burden doing it.

"No need to try."

"This ending is the best."

Shen Xuan calmly said.

Qin Yuehan fell silent.

She couldn’t understand it, but she knew Shen Xuan had more experience than her.

He saw people and things far more clearly.

Qin Yuehan asked, "Why hasn’t Li Chang’an come?"

He was the only one left of their former classmates who hadn’t arrived.

"Yesterday, Junior Brother Lv told me that a year ago, Li Chang’an had already left."

"Quietly, no one knew."

"The Yu Family didn’t speak up, they hurriedly buried it."

This was the standard treatment for a Cultivation Clan’s son-in-law.

Just breeding.

Did they really think themselves as family blood of a Cultivation Clan?

Wang Fugui was an exception because he had Lv Zhengying as a strong backing.

He could earn a continuous inflow of Spirit Stones for the Liu family.

This was why Shen Xuan repeatedly reminded himself to cultivate step by step, to become the strongest.

The Cultivation World is far more cold and harsh than the Mortal World.

Those bottom-level cultivators, busy day in and day out, only for basic survival.

Many cultivators spend their whole lives stuck at the Early Stage of Qi Cultivation.

Even if they’re lucky enough to break through to the Middle Stage of Qi Cultivation, Late Stage of Qi Cultivation, without building their Dao Foundation, they still live lives like oxen and horses.

The essence of the Cultivation Society is forcing bottom-tier cultivators to work hard, create wealth and resources to be concentrated at the top.

Dojo, Cultivation Technique, Spirit Pill, Technique, Talisman, Magical Artifact, and more.

Even the Foundation Establishment Pill.

The upper echelon has many ways to keep the bottom-tier cultivators’ Storage Pouches empty, lacking accumulation, "Wealth, Partner, Technique, Land" all insufficient, working hard diligently.

Sons and grandsons are all like this.

This is why some Independent Practitioners of Foundation Establishment, having survived countless battles, love to auction for Spiritual Lands and establish Cultivation Clans.

These people are elite among the large numbers of bottom-tier Independent Practitioners.

They see through the essence.

Auctioning Spiritual Land means having a foundation, equivalent to defying fate.

Their descendants can escape the tragic fate of bottom-tier cultivators and enter the ruling class.

Even if they are the poorest among the ruling class.

It’s far better than the destitute, knife-edge-licking bottom-tier Independent Practitioners.

These things, there’s no need to explain to Qin Yuehan.

Not to mention Qin Yuehan won’t understand.

Even if she understands, she won’t feel it deeply.

"Strange, why hasn’t Zhenfeng arrived?"

Shen Xuan got alert.

Lightly tapped the insect bag at his waist.

Buzzing sounds arose loudly.

A swarm of black insect clouds spread around him.

These were his carefully cultivated Shadow-devouring Demon Insects.

About ten thousand in number.

Among them, seven Demon Insect Leaders, the size of a football, were impressively Top Grade Tier One.

Before long, the Shadow-devouring Demon Insects spread over ten miles around Soul Severing Cliff.

Shen Xuan wasn’t suspicious of Ling Zhenfeng at this moment.

It was merely for precaution.

Given his current combat power.

Beneath True Pill True Master and Core Formation Demon Sovereign.

Even if facing Fake Pill True Master, Fake Pill Demon Sovereign.

Shen Xuan was confident he could maneuver for a while.

An incense stick’s time later.

Several masses of demonic qi rolled in, accompanied by the sound of fighting, flying towards Shen Xuan.