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Chapter 140 The Ceremony Begins
Chapter 141 The Ceremony Begins
"I can crush a martial artist in the early stage of True Essence Realm and defeat a martial artist in the middle stage of True Essence Realm. As for who is stronger or weaker than a martial artist in the late stage of True Essence Realm, I can't say for sure," Lin Qing thought to himself.
Lin Qing won easily against Lei Tong, but struggled for quite a while against Ao Xiong.
He heard that Ao Xiong was in the late stage of True Essence, but his lifespan was nearing its end, so he could be regarded as the middle stage of True Essence.
He misjudged this point. He thought Ao Xiong was the weakest among True Yuan martial artists, but that was not the case. He was clearly much stronger than Lei Tong, who had just entered the True Yuan realm.
"I see. Indeed, if a person has the strength of a million jin and unmatched speed, then even without true qi, they can crush all true qi realm martial artists." Li Ping nodded.
"It sounds simple, but it's incredibly difficult to do. It requires mastering a large number of low-level cultivation techniques to perfection, which demands exceptional martial arts talent. Only a prodigy like Brother Lin could accomplish that," Wei Dong remarked.
"Yes, yes, Brother Lin Qing is really amazing." Lin Shurou said with admiration.
"Let's not talk about it anymore, come on, let's drink!" Lin Qing said with a smile, getting up to pour drinks for everyone.
The next day, Lin Qing met with the twelve constables of the Jingming Division and carefully reviewed the intelligence currently held by the Jingming Division. He immediately felt a strong sense of crisis.
Numerous intelligence reports indicate that the Yin Yuan Sect has already prepared the sacrificial offerings for its Thousand Infant Banquet, and despite the Zhenhun Division's crackdown, they were ultimately unable to stop it.
The Yin Yuan Sect went all out to successfully hold this ceremony, even at the cost of heavy casualties. If they failed to inflict a major blow on the Zhenhun Division this time, the Yin Yuan Sect would be severely weakened and would be unable to cause any trouble for the Zhenhun Division for at least twenty or thirty years.
Therefore, the main task of the Jingming Division at present is to investigate the location of the ceremony and find the stronghold of the Yin Yuan Sect.
In the following days, the news that Lin Qing had become the head of the Jingming Division spread rapidly throughout the city, causing a stir among all the major powers and a surge in Lin Qing's reputation.
In just three days, Lin Qing received invitations and gifts from no fewer than eleven powerful groups, including the Jin family.
Lin Qing accepted all the gifts, but did not attend any of the banquets hosted by any of the factions.
He didn't want to get too close to any power in the city, because he didn't need to get anything from these powers. On the contrary, he was afraid of getting too involved and attracting unnecessary trouble.
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Three more days passed.
The Yin Yuan Sect also received relevant intelligence, and Luo Wandeng was terrified.
"Lord Deng, Lin Qingcheng has become the head of the department. If he sends people to investigate my Luo family in various ways, I am worried that things will be exposed."
In the private room, Deng Qianyu lay on the bed, her body covered by a thin red veil, her spring scenery faintly visible.
"What's the panic? The sect leader recently sent word that the offerings for the Thousand Infant Banquet are ready, and the ceremony will begin soon. With the Yin Yuan Sect here, the Luo family will not fall!"
"It's finally about to begin. With your words, sir, I can rest assured," Rowandeng said respectfully.
During this time, he devoted himself to collecting intelligence and information about the infant for the Yin Yuan Sect, and the pressure was immense. Fortunately, he did not expose himself. Now, he is finally about to see the light at the end of the tunnel. As long as the Zhenhun Division is defeated, the major forces in the prefecture city will be reshuffled, and his Luo family can use this opportunity to return to its peak.
Although the Luo family is still a first-class family in the city, it is now at the very bottom and could fall into the second tier at any time.
"Luo Wandeng, you old ghost are indeed quite capable. You made a great contribution to organizing the Thousand Infant Banquet. I keep my word, and the reward you want will be delivered soon. With the blessing of the gods, your strength will reach a new height in a short period of time," Deng Qianyu said leisurely.
"Thank you, sir. It is the greatest blessing of my life to serve you." Rowandeng lowered his head, but he was overjoyed.
In a chaotic world, strength is the only thing that matters. However, due to his limited talent, he has been stuck at the True Qi Realm for many years, and no matter how many rare and precious herbs he consumes, he cannot advance any further.
Now, with the blessing of evil spirits, he is finally able to break through the bottleneck and take another step forward.
"Hmph, you talk a good game, but you old ghost, aren't you just doing this for yourself? Get out, I'm tired." Deng Qianyu waved his hand.
"Yes." Rowandeng's smile widened, and he bowed before leaving.
The moment he stepped out of the house, the smile on his face froze, replaced by a chilling expression.
"You filthy bitch, one day I'll make you kneel at my feet and beg for mercy!" Luo Wandeng sneered inwardly.
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West of Ishikawa Prefecture, the area is characterized by rolling hills, lush vegetation, and intricate forest paths. Apart from a few herbalists and woodcutters, it is rarely visited by humans.
In the center of a secluded valley in the mountains, there stands a wooden statue that is seven or eight feet tall. It is in the shape of the Devouring Spirit Demon, but it has been magnified countless times. Upon closer inspection, the entire wooden statue is covered with intricate and dense dark red patterns.
In front of the wooden statue, a man wearing a wide, blood-red robe and a dark purple bat-shaped mask sat cross-legged.
"Sect Master, Ao Xiong was recently killed, and Lin Qing has taken over as the head of the Jingming Division." A man in black walked over quickly, knelt on one knee, and said in a deep voice.
"Interesting. At only twenty years old, he is already capable of serving as the head of the Jingming Division. Such talent is the most suitable for the arrival of the Devouring Spirit Demon." The Yin Yuan Sect Master said in a hoarse voice.
"Sect Master, this person's growth rate is indeed very fast, but should we find a way to capture him?" the black-clad warrior asked.
"No need. The number of offerings is already sufficient. Delaying any longer might cause unforeseen complications. The ceremony will begin today." The Yin Yuan Sect Master suddenly stood up. "Gather everyone, chant scriptures, and offer the offerings."
"yes!"
In a short while.
A strange chanting echoed throughout the valley, mixed with the cries of numerous infants.
Centered on the wooden statue, numerous infants and children suddenly exploded, turning into a rain of blood that fell to the ground. This blood then gathered together, transforming into blood snakes that rapidly rushed towards the wooden statue in the center of the valley, completely merging with it.
Visibly, the patterns on the wooden statue are being gradually illuminated.
Directly below the wooden statue, a boy is bound to a stone pillar, his eyes filled with terror.
The scene of thousands of children dying in the surrounding area was truly horrifying; this valley had been completely transformed into a living hell.
He was just an ordinary farm boy who had never seen such a bloody scene before.
He overheard someone saying that he was born with an extremely Yin constitution, a lucky chosen one, and would become the vessel for the Soul-Devouring Demon to walk among humans. He didn't understand what this meant, but he was so terrified that tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.
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At a certain moment, when the last child's corpse shattered and was absorbed by the wooden statue, the Yin Yuan Sect Master suddenly stood up and shouted at the wooden statue.
"The believer Sima Yi, offering a thousand infants as a tribute, welcomes the arrival of the Spirit-Swallowing Demon!"
In an instant, a fierce wind swept through the valley, and a dark red blood mist emanated from the wooden statue, quickly enveloping the boy below.
Sima Yi and the others knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the earth, not daring to make a sound. They seemed to hear countless children crying and wailing. The entire valley was filled with resentment, and the cold wind howled, making people tremble with fear.