Stepping on the Demoness to become the strongest

The camp leaders hurried to notify their superiors. After all, they certainly couldn't stop two deities who had come to find trouble with Fan Wentang.

The originally indignant Lord Master calmed down at this moment and telepathically advised Yan Yu,

"Don't kill."

"Ah?" Yan Yu let out a chuckle of disbelief, "Old Liu, do I look like some great King of the West to you?"

"I'm serious." Liu Longtao said solemnly, "The Dingbei Army plans to make him an exemplary case."

"A model of pacification, is it?" Yan Yu raised an eyebrow.

"Right, it's for the civilian cultivators to see." Liu Longtao didn't deny it but said gravely, "If such a wicked man can live well, other recruited civilian cultivators will naturally feel at ease. His so-called cultivation talent and all that are not irreplaceable, that's not the fundamental reason to keep him alive."

"Now I get it." Yan Yu suddenly understood and laughed, "How do you know so much? This work isn't being orchestrated by the elders of your Liu Family, is it?"

"Let's not specify who." Liu Longtao once again emphasized, "I'm not joking, don't kill. Otherwise, Chen Tianming will have to clean up your mess."

Yan Yu was momentarily startled and a chill came over him.

If Chen Tianming had to cover for him, this matter would definitely become leverage in Old Taishan's hands, ready to pop up at any moment to disgust him...

The senior leadership of the Dingbei Army weren't fools; they used Fan Wentang's situation to exploit him, wielding that leverage to make him work himself to death.

In his past life, this guy ranked first among the Necromancers in terms of strength but his status and voice were even less than Xie Ruoxi's. Now it seems that it wasn't entirely due to his personality. Perhaps from the beginning, he was defined by the higher-ups as a slave and thug who could be squeezed... Huh?

So, his eventual decision to rebel was also because he hit the glass ceiling and realized his actual situation and status?

"Hey, are you coming or not?" Fan Wentang sneered.

Yan Yu quickly gathered his thoughts and stepped into the fray.

Forget it, everyone has their own path. If you chose it yourself, you can't blame others.

"Come on then." He snapped his fingers.

Fan Wentang took out the Soul Summoning Bell from his waist, gently shook it, and two ghostly creatures emerged from the void.

On the left was a ghost in white, with a thin figure, a long protruding tongue, a face full of bitter smiles, and holding official documents; on the right was a ghost in black robes, short and stout, with unkempt beard, furious expression, holding chains.

Black and White Impermanence? No, it's along the lines of Black and White Impermanence.

In the Age of Dharma Decline, the order of the netherworld was in disarray, with many divine positions left vacant. If Yin Ghosts want to cultivate now, they inevitably aim for those vacancies in the underworld. As a result, there are multiple paths for ghost cultivation: Yanluo, Judge, Yinchai, etc.

Among them, Yinchai has three routes: Golden Shackles Silver Locks, Ox-Head Horse-Face, and Black and White Impermanence, all known for their prowess in duelling with humans.

The Soul Summoning Bell passed down in Fan Wentang's family obviously followed the path of Black and White Impermanence. With White Impermanence assisting and Black Impermanence attacking, it was a combination that was tough to deal with. Especially in a one-on-one situation, summoning two ghosts at once, who work seamlessly together, turned it into a three versus one instantly.

Without a word, Yan Yu executed the Cloud Dividing Eight Trigrams Step.

Although his cultivation talent was poor, his comprehension in the realm of Sword Immortals was astonishing. Otherwise, in his previous life, he couldn't have built upon the Valkyrie's theoretical foundation and brought forth innovations.

Having only obtained the Cloud Dividing Eight Trigrams Step in this life, after a period of practice, he had fully mastered its essence and intricacies.

Seeing this, Fan Wentang's eyes narrowed slightly, as White Impermanence made the first move. The official document in its hand moved without wind, and instantly it cast a gloomy light to ensnare Yan Yu.

The eerie light, seemingly blue yet not blue, was called "Soul Hooking Nether Light." Whoever was touched even slightly would immediately be disoriented, their soul damaged, much like an elderly patient with Parkinson's disease.

Yan Yu used the Cloud Dividing Eight Trigrams Step, dodging the Soul Hooking Nether Light by sidestepping to the left. But the blue light seemed to have a will of its own, curving around and pursuing Yan Yu.

Fan Wentang secretly took pride, and even his face, bloodied by Liu Longtao's beating, couldn't help but reveal a smile.

His Soul Hooking Nether Light, intangible and unable to be blocked, also locked onto the soul automatically. Even if one fled to the ends of the earth, it would still give chase. He was curious to see where Yan Yu could run!

Shaking the Soul Summoning Bell in his hand once more, Black Impermanence also flung the chains in its hand, hurling them forcefully at Yan Yu.

The chain he wielded was a "Soul Arresting Chain," which could be used not only to strike people but also to damage the spirituality of flying swords and artifacts, making them malfunction.

Trapped between the attack of the nether light and the chain from front and back, Yan Yu still refrained from drawing his sword. Instead, he suddenly sidestepped, dodging the flying assault of the Soul Arresting Chain, and continued to charge towards Black Impermanence.

Fan Wentang's heart tightened because his two ghostly subordinates had achieved some success in their cultivation, and their forms had solidified to the point that a slash from a flying sword could severely injure their vital energy...

He hurriedly rang the Soul Summoning Bell again, causing Black Impermanence to immediately pull back the Soul Arresting Chain that had been flung out, ready to defend against the flying sword's attack.

Yan Yu was already upon him, still not activating any sword technique, when suddenly he moved sideways to the right, once again widening the distance.

Is he trying to flee? Fan Wentang secretly panicked, then his expression drastically changed... No, that's not right!

Seeing that the soul-hooking nether light constantly chased behind Yan Yu and was very close, his sudden sidestep allowed Black Impermanence, who had been ahead in his path, to be exposed.

Because the distance was so short, Fan Wentang didn't have time to command White Impermanence to withdraw the move, and the soul-hooking nether light, unable to brake or change direction in time, struck Black Impermanence directly.

The latter was hit and knocked back three to four meters, arms hanging limply, the Soul Arresting Chain falling to the ground, his consciousness seemingly bewildered, unable to continue the attack.

There was no time to regret Black Impermanence's downfall, for Yan Yu's sidestep was not arbitrary—he was charging directly at Fan Wentang!

Necromancers fear close combat the most, and Fan Wentang quickly employed the Shifting Technique to retreat, while directing White Impermanence to unleash another soul-hooking nether light to block Yan Yu's close-range assault.

But then, Yan Yu suddenly leaped into the air, merging with the light of Huang Tingjian, and executed a Sword Flight slash!

The speed of the sword light was even faster than his steps, instantly reaching in front of Fan Wentang, half a beat quicker than the soul-hooking nether light.

The camp leader's expression changed drastically, and he forcefully waved his hand, signaling the surrounding cultivators to rush in for the rescue.

Without waiting for Liu Longtao's reminder, Ye Jun quickly deployed the Xuan Guang Ruler, scattering the light to envelop Fan Wentang, preventing Yan Yu from striking him down with Sword Control—otherwise, there would be no end to this affair!

Even if someone perpetrates countless wrongs, they have not betrayed the country. If a cultivator, driven by personal hatred, kills a comrade, will they turn against their superiors out of resentment in the future?

Yan Yu, now the Longcheng Flying General, had absolutely no reason to become an enemy of the entire system for the sake of a lowlife cultivator!

As everyone rushed to the rescue, just as Yan Yu's sword light was about to hit Fan Wentang, he suddenly separated from his sword and landed.

Fan Wentang had braced himself for a fight to the death, ready to "clash with the sword light" using the Curved Curse, even if it meant his arm would be ruined, yet unexpectedly, Yan Yu suddenly stopped Sword Flight.

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Then, Yan Yu grabbed his wrist.

Yan Yu was much faster in reaction, catching the wrist, halting the punch, and using Curved Curse. Utilizing that arm, he swung Fan Wentang around, completing three-quarters of a whirl, and flung him to collide with the oncoming soul-hooking nether light.

Fan Wentang was struck by his own White Impermanence's soul-hooking nether light, immediately collapsing to the ground, unable to stand. The other cultivators, having received the lead's command, rushed to save him, only to find the man on the ground with his eyes rolled back, drooling from the mouth, clearly suffering soul damage and utterly confused.

"Make way, make way!" Liu Longtao pushed through the crowd, looked at Fan Wentang, and laughed, "Ah, isn't he all right? It's good if there's no issue!"

He preemptively set the tone with "no issue," which made the arriving camp leaders almost spit blood. You call this no issue?

It wasn't exactly hopeless... As long as he wasn't dead, with the various methods available to cultivators today, he could be saved, although whether there would be any lingering effects from the soul damage was uncertain; the leaders weren't too knowledgeable on this.

Seeing Liu Longtao still taking pictures with his phone, the camp leaders hurriedly waved their hands, signaling everyone to carry Fan Wentang away for emergency treatment.

"You're too impulsive," Ye Jun said to Yan Yu, worriedly, "What if his brain is damaged and he can't be saved?"

"I can't help it," Yan Yu said with a helpless expression, sighing, "You saw it, that ghostly light was chasing me. I had to find a meat shield to intercept it, right? Otherwise, I would have been the one hit. I was merely defending myself rightfully."

The onlookers, including Liu Longtao, all kept expressionless faces, secretly chuckling to themselves.

It sounded like there really wasn't a problem, but that last sentence was a bit hard to keep straight faces to.

You purposefully approached him with a Sword Flight slash, just to force him to use the soul-hooking nether light in defense, right? Otherwise, what's the difference between a necromancer and being dead if a Sword Immortal gets close?

A premeditated act of rightful defense is still considered rightful defense, isn't it?