Fengcheng.
A tomb mountain, far from the city's inhabited areas.
Under the night sky, the air was chilling and dense with Yin energy; even the sound of insects was absent.
"Pfft—"
A middle-aged man, thin as a dried corpse, suddenly flushed in the face before spitting out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were sinister as he muttered, "My half-month's effort was resolved by someone just like this, but fortunately, I still have some capital left."
Immediately, his expression changed: "Not good, that person hasn't let me go yet and is still tracking me. It's over, it's over! I don't know who that person is, but they can naturally restrain the Corpse Gu. If I'm caught, I'm dead!"
"I can only seek help from the experts in the sect. I hope my senior brother is stationed here..."
With that said, several black Gu insects flew from the horizon and burrowed into his body. The middle-aged man quickly changed into a blue Taoist robe and fled madly into the distance.
Not long after, Chen Jiuyang, carrying pure Yang energy, arrived like a firefly in this dark, Yin-filled place, moving at great speed. He frowned and said coldly, "He runs fast. Chen wants to see who this dog or pig is that dares to do such things in Fengcheng."
It was evident that many graves on this tomb mountain had been dug open, with residual Yin poison lingering above. Clearly, the mastermind initially used the corpses of the dead to cultivate Gu insects and then targeted the living.
Such actions are unforgivable by heaven, earth, the state, and the law!
The cold wind blew fiercely as Chen Jiuyang pursued with his saber.
Half an hour later, Chen Jiuyang found that the person's tracks had turned towards the outskirts of Fengcheng.
Soon, Chen Jiuyang arrived in front of a large building. Two martial artists, dressed in Taoist robes and bearing tattoos, guarded the entrance, looking extremely strange.
One of the Taoist-robed martial artists narrowed his eyes as he saw Chen Jiuyang approaching with his saber. He said calmly, "May I know which hero has graced our Lotus Sect's Fengcheng liaison office?"
The Lotus Sect?
Chen Jiuyang immediately recalled Mi Hongfu, whom he had encountered during the martial arts rankings competition in Fengcheng. The Lotus Sect had a peculiar style of conduct, wearing Taoist robes, chanting "Amitabha," and making Christian gestures.
The Lotus Sect had clashed with him before and sought revenge. After Chen Jiuyang returned to the Chen family of Shu Mountain, the Lotus Sect had gone quiet and stopped bothering him. Unexpectedly, he was now confronting the Lotus Sect again.
It could be considered fate.
Chen Jiuyang glanced at the Lotus Sect building and said coldly, "I am pursuing a murderer on the run. Can the Lotus Sect grant me some convenience?"
"This is the Lotus Sect's Fengcheng liaison office. Everyone inside is my senior brother or junior brother of the Lotus Sect. There are no murderers on the run. Hero, have you mistaken the place?"
Chen Jiuyang sneered, "You ungrateful dog, it seems you are in cahoots with that murderer."
The martial artist guarding the entrance smiled and said, "Hero, could you please state your..."
A cold glint flashed, sharp and revealing!
"Ch—"
The martial artist's head flew into the sky along with his gushing blood, his headless body falling to the ground.
"If you want to ask my name, I go by no other name and do nothing I don't acknowledge. I am the Marquis of Xuan Yang of Feng Province! Chen! Jiu! Yang!"
As Chen Jiuyang spoke the last few words, his voice, accompanied by a vast surge of blood energy, boomed like thunder, loud enough for everyone in the Lotus Sect building to hear clearly.
"This Marquis is apprehending a murderer on the run. The Lotus Sect obstructs this Marquis and harbors criminals. Their sins are unforgivable and deserve death!"
"Rumble!"
The thunderous voice echoed back and forth within the building like an enraged god, causing everyone inside the Lotus Sect building to change their expressions. The person Chen Jiuyang had been chasing earlier turned ashen, cold sweat streaming down his face, "Damn it... I'm so unlucky to have run into this killing god..."
Inside the Lotus Sect building, everyone was dressed in Taoist robes. Many of those in Taoist robes immediately looked at him with ill intentions. A middle-aged man at the forefront spoke, "Zhong Yuande, you caused this trouble yourself. Go and resolve it, and don't implicate the sect."
Ordinary people might not know Chen Jiuyang's name, but how could those in the martial arts world not know the name of Chen Jiuyang, the Killing God? To fight Chen Jiuyang meant either being crippled or dying; there was no good path.
Zhong Yuande gritted his teeth, "Esteemed senior brothers, senior sisters, and uncles, the Lotus Holy Mother, the Holy Mother, and Senior Brother once passed down to me a divine Gu technique that can grant longevity. If all of you senior brothers and sisters are willing to help me deal with the Marquis of Xuan Yang today, I am willing to bestow this longevity divine art upon you!"
The eyes of these people in Taoist robes immediately gleamed with a covetous light, and many were moved:
"Good!"
"We joined the Lotus Sect for nothing else but longevity!"
"Since Junior Brother Zhong Yuande has the longevity divine art passed down from the Holy Mother, then today we will ensure this Marquis of Xuan Yang never returns!"
As the voices fell, dozens of Lotus Sect martial artists poured out of the building, crashing through the windows and rushing down.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
These dozens of Lotus Sect martial artists surrounded Chen Jiuyang.
The leading middle-aged Lotus Sect martial artist held a whisk and said to Chen Jiuyang, "Amitabha, Marquis of Xuan Yang has indeed put a very heavy hat on our Lotus Sect, accusing us of harboring and abetting murderers."
"But everything requires evidence. I do not know if there are murderers in our Lotus Sect, but you have killed our people, and that is irrefutable proof."
"Marquis of Xuan Yang, if you do not give us a reasonable explanation, it will be difficult to resolve this today."
"You dare to twist black and white in front of this Marquis. Truly courting death. I notified you earlier to give you a way out, but you are so ungrateful."
Chen Jiuyang's eyes were cold. He raised his Saber of Aversion and said sternly, "My life is here. If you have the guts, come and kill me."
The leading middle-aged Lotus Sect martial artist's face sank, "Marquis of Xuan Yang, do you truly intend to oppose our Lotus Sect? Have you thought it through..."
"Ch—"
A chilling saber light flashed. Before the leading middle-aged Lotus Sect martial artist could finish his last word, he had already become a corpse.
Chen Jiuyang's gaze was sharp, "I said, I am apprehending a murderer on the run. If the Lotus Sect dares to obstruct me, they deserve to die."
"Do not say you were not warned."
"How arrogant!"
A flicker of anger flashed in the eyes of the Lotus Sect martial artists.
Immediately after, the cold light of Chen Jiuyang's Saber of Aversion reappeared.
"Kill Chen Jiuyang! Obtain the Holy Mother's Longevity Divine Art!"
"For the Holy Mother's Longevity Divine Art, kill!"
With swift strokes of his saber, Chen Jiuyang did not kill all of them. He mostly disabled their limbs, leaving them with their lives.
These Lotus Sect martial artists, knowing full well that their cultivation was inferior to Chen Jiuyang's and that they could not defeat him, still charged at Chen Jiuyang without fear of death.
"The brainwashing methods of the Lotus Sect are truly bizarre."
After dealing with the martial artists downstairs, Chen Jiuyang went upstairs and found Zhong Yuande, staring at him with cold eyes:
"You, not running anymore?"