Chapter 388: Chapter 388: I Am Wu Wukai, Beheaded (Fourth Update)
“Elder of the Blood Demon Hall sub-temple?”
Upon hearing this name, everyone exchanged glances, all showing a bewildered expression, completely unaware of which force this was.
However, if even someone in the five-layered Element Gathering Realm was only a sub-temple elder, the Blood Demon Hall must be at least a Two-Star Rank force, not to be provoked lightly.
The arrival of the other party immediately made those of the Nishang Palace feel a sense of foreboding.
“I am the Nishang Palace Master.” The Palace Master revealed an apologetic smile toward Ye Feng and then stepped forward.
Wu Wukai sized up the graceful and mature Nishang Palace Master, his eyes brightened, then he looked around and saw that there were over a hundred young female disciples, each with their own charm, and he couldn’t help but crack a smile.
“Very good, so many furnace cauldrons, all of upper rank quality.”
Wu Wukai was very pleased.
The Blood Demon Hall did not belong to the Mystique Kingdom, but it had established a sub-temple on the border of the Mystique Kingdom, and from that sub-temple, established many branches throughout the land, specifically to cultivate furnace cauldrons for the Blood Demon Hall.
Nishang Palace was one of these branches.
It’s just that since its establishment, Nishang Palace had not been harvested by anyone from the Blood Demon Hall, and even at some point, some had forgotten that such a branch existed.
It wasn’t until recently, when Wu Wukai found himself facing a bottleneck and had also obtained a dual-cultivation auxiliary method that could increase the likelihood of breaking through the bottleneck, that he began searching for records within the sub-temple.
After a long while, he found Nishang Palace in the ancient records.
Upon hearing the term “furnace cauldrons,” the Nishang Palace Master’s face immediately turned cold, sensing that Wu Wukai was no good.
The fate of a furnace cauldron was often very grim.
At best, they had their cultivation power absorbed, at worst, the entire person disappeared.
“Our Nishang Palace is not anyone’s furnace cauldron, and I have not even heard of your Blood Demon Hall,” the Nishang Palace Master said icily.
Wu Wukai sneered, “It seems that as time passed, someone has forgotten how the Nishang Palace was founded.”
The Nishang Palace Master frowned slightly, “Our Nishang Palace was founded hundreds of years ago by the Fairy Nishang.”
“Indeed, it was by Fairy Nishang,” Wu Wukai acknowledged.
He took out an ancient book, turned to a page, and said, “Hundreds of years ago, the eighteenth concubine of our sub-temple’s Hall Master, Fairy Nishang, was ordered to come to Whitefloat City and establish the Nishang Palace. The palace only took in young and beautiful women because it was specifically to cultivate furnace cauldrons for our sub-temple.”
“This is impossible!” exclaimed the Nishang Palace Master, her expression changing drastically.
All those present also heard this dialogue, showing disbelief.
Could the Nishang Palace, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, really just be a place for cultivating furnace cauldrons for the Blood Demon Hall?
Anyone hearing this would find it hard to accept.
Ye Feng sat in his chair.
Because he was blocked by the tall female disciples in front of him, Wu Wukai had not seen him.
“There’s nothing impossible about it, your Nishang Palace is indeed the place we Blood Demon Hall specifically use to provide furnace cauldrons,” Wu Wukai said, sneering as he looked at the Nishang Palace Master, licking his lips, “A fine woman, mature and charming, I like your type best. Today, aside from you, another thirty young furnace cauldrons must be provided to this elder.”
“How dare you!” The Nishang Palace Master trembled with rage.
To speak so casually of furnace cauldrons was simply the height of arrogance!
Whoosh!
Instantly, the Nishang Palace Master cast the First Grade Spell “Floating Blossoms, Dancing Sleeves,” and in a flash, countless white petals appeared around her, turning into numerous flying sleeves, swirling towards Wu Wukai.
“Insignificant skills!”
Wu Wukai laughed heartily and with a flick of his finger, a heptagonal array of light emerged in front of him, easily blocking all the Fluttering Flowers and Flying Sleeves.
Bang!
The light array vibrated and the Nishang Palace Master was blasted away, falling amidst the crowd, with a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth.
“Palace Master!”
“Are you alright?”
Xu Yunbing and the other disciples quickly helped the Nishang Palace Master up.
As the female disciples gathered around the Nishang Palace Master, Ye Feng, who was sitting on the chair, finally came into Wu Wukai’s line of sight.
“Eh, why is there a mortal here who is even more handsome than me?”
Wu Wukai stared at Ye Feng, his heart cautious, thinking he might be a master.
But soon, he noticed that the young man seated in the chair was quite handsome, yet he was merely a mortal, not even a trace of spiritual energy on him.
“Sect Master Ye, please save us!”
Xu Yunbing and the other female disciples, realizing that not even their Palace Master could match their foe, were thrown into panic and quickly turned to Ye Feng, begging for his help.
In everyone’s eyes, as long as Ye Feng was willing to make a move, it would take but a flick of his finger to crush Wu Wukai like an ant.
“Ha, Sect Master Ye? A mere mortal, and you still see hope in him?” Wu Wukai sneered.
Clang!
Ye Feng placed the enamel teacup on the table and slowly stood up, saying, “What sort of power is the Blood Demon Hall, that this Sect Leader has never heard of it?”
He certainly wasn’t going to sit by and watch.
Whitefloat City was under the jurisdiction of Misty Sect, and all the forces within belonged to Sects affiliated with the Misty Sect.
Being suppressed by an external enemy, it was natural for him to intervene.
“How would a mere mortal be worthy of knowing about our Blood Demon Hall’s background?”
Wu Wukai suddenly grew smug, “However, seeing as you are about to be crushed into powder, this Elder will condescend to inform you that our Blood Demon Hall is a Three-Star Sect, with several Divine Origin Realm Great Powers at its helm!”
Three-Star?
With Divine Origin Realm Great Powers in charge?
Everyone couldn’t help but gasp in shock.
Even Ye Feng felt taken aback.
Moreover, he astutely sensed a thread of crisis.
This was the Sect’s crisis awareness giving a warning.
However, although a sense of crisis was present, it wasn’t very strong, much like when he first encountered Xu Huamao of the Xu Family in the capital of the Mystique Kingdom.
This meant that Misty Sect could hold its ground!
“Oh, with Divine Origin Realm Great Powers at the helm, sounds impressive. Should I give you a round of applause?” Ye Feng brushed off the dust from his body, scoffing.
“Hmm? You dare to look down on our Blood Demon Hall, die!” Wu Wukai didn’t declare the name of the Blood Demon Hall just to waste words with “mortals” like Ye Feng, but rather to warn the people of Nishang Palace.
Now, hearing Ye Feng’s audacious words, he immediately harbored a murderous intent.
A thick finger pointed out, seemingly about to pierce through Ye Feng’s brow, even prompting screams from the female disciples of Nishang Palace.
But Ye Feng reached out like lightning, catching Wu Wukai’s finger, and no matter how the latter exerted force, he couldn’t break free.
“You… you’re not a mortal, you’re a body cultivator!” Wu Wukai’s face turned ashen as he realized what was amiss.
“Yes, you could say that.” Ye Feng delivered a kick that landed squarely on Wu Wukai’s abdomen, and the latter immediately coughed out bile, curling up like a shrimp.
Bang!
Ye Feng gave a forceful squeeze, Wu Wukai’s finger crumbled, and then with a punch, Wu Wukai was sent flying into the air, bursting into a pitiful display of fireworks.
Clang!
A storage ring fell to the ground, which Ye Feng caught with his hand, his Heroic Spirit Power seeped into it, breaking the seal.
Afterward, Ye Feng flipped open the ancient tome from before.
After browsing through it, his face was filled with rage.
“What a Blood Demon Hall, such venomous deeds, despicable!”
Ye Feng, looking at the contents recorded in the ancient tome, couldn’t help but curse on the spot.
The Nishang Palace Master, Xu Yunbing, and the others couldn’t contain their curiosity and gathered around Ye Feng, bringing with them whiffs of fragrance.
“Your Nishang Palace is indeed one of the offshoots of the Blood Demon Hall’s branch halls, specifically formed for cultivating furnace cauldrons, and within the Southern River Basin, there are at least a hundred more of such offshoots like yours.”
Ye Feng’s expression was cold as he tossed the ancient tome to the Nishang Palace Master.
“Is this true?”
The faces of the crowd turned ashen.
Unwilling to believe it, they quickly flipped through the ancient tome, verifying it themselves.