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"Ah ah ah!!"
Pressured by the White Qi, the savage not only knelt down, but his skin seemed to melt and burn, wailing in agony.
But as he howled, the Blood Qi around his body surged even more violently, and the shadowy double horns on his head became more tangible.
"Blood, give me blood, give me..."
Bang!!
A foot pierced straight through his head, carrying a tremendous force that kicked him far away.
"Hm? Don't want..."
At the doorway, Fei Xuan Zhang was caught off guard and was directly hit by the body, flying away, while the headless torso even crashed into the towering half-body headless statue in the hall, creating a large depression.
Song Yin strode out of the Elixir Room, his face stern as he stared at the body in the statue's depression, snorting disdainfully, "Hmph, Demonic Path, death is the least it deserves! There are indeed many from the Demonic Path here, it hasn't been long since another one intruded."
No sooner had Song Yin finished speaking than the headless body in the depression made a sound again. The headless body flew out of the depression on its own, as if held up by some strange force, with huge amounts of Blood Qi emerging from it and a ferocious head with crimson horns gradually forming at the spot where the head had been severed.
"Wu Liang's blessing?!"
A gasp of surprise came from Jin Guang behind.
"Blood!"
The sound came from that body, but amidst the obscurity, there was also a more resonant voice rising inside Song Yin's head, seemingly accompanied by happy, exuberant laughter.
The rise of that laughter suggested to Song Yin to go kill him, to take more blood...
As long as he killed him and took more blood, he would gain more strength, he could...
Become an Immortal!
"Evil Demon!"
Song Yin's eyes opened wide, the White Qi almost reaching the heavens, suppressing the laughter.
He yelled, "Indeed, an Evil Demon, tempting people at every turn, but I, Song Yin, am from the Orthodox Sect, how could such temptations ring in my Consciousness? Get lost!"
With that shout, the exuberant laughter disappeared, and Song Yin took two steps in one stride, his fingers open wide as he pressed them on the neck's bloody severed edge, overflowing with Blood Qi.
The White Qi rushed in, pressing down the dense and scattered Blood Qi, and the headless torso rapidly dissolved within the White Qi, turning into a pile of mush that just slumped to the ground.
"Hmph!"
Song Yin flicked his robe, only then looking toward the person who had been knocked away, and frowned, "Who are you?"
"Ah... Who? Me?"
Fei Xuan Zhang still lay there after being knocked away, feeling as if all his internal organs were in pain. He hadn't even had the chance to investigate before he felt sharp pains all over his body. He saw the fierce person's gaze containing a divine light that caused him intense pain, and his mana seemed to be dissipating.
Where did this fierce person come from!
Seeing the fierce person steadily approaching, with fingers stretched ready to strike, Fei Xuan Zhang nervously swallowed his saliva, his eyes darting to the pile of mush, feeling his scalp tingle and his legs shiver with fear.
Fei Xuan Zhang subconsciously looked towards Jin Guang, only to see him standing there with an extremely blank expression, muttering, "Blessing... is gone... blessing... is gone..."
It's over!
The master has gone mad!
"Why are you looking at my master?" Song Yin asked with a frown, "Who are you, speak quickly, why do you appear with this Demonic Path, could it be that you are also from the Demonic Path?"
Huh? Master?
As Song Yin's palm showed signs of White Qi, in a stroke of inspiration, Fei Xuan Zhang shouted, "I am Fei Xuan Zhang, the second disciple of Jinxian Sect! My cultivation is based on the 'Jin Xian Grand Elixir Scripture'. I have no relation with those from the Armored Sect, he just followed me here!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Song Yin's hand was already close, frightening Fei Xuan Zhang into closing his eyes.
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The white qi didn't land on his own head, but Zhang Fei Xuan felt his body lighten, and an irresistible force pulled him to his feet. Immediately afterward, Song Yin's voice rang out, "So it's the Second Senior Brother. I, Song Yin, am a direct disciple of our master. I greet you!"
When he opened his eyes, he saw Song Yin clasping his fist and bowing, with an earnest face.
Zhang Fei Xuan wiped the sweat from his face and forced a smile, "No, it's nothing... I dare not claim to be your Senior Brother."
"Hmm?" Song Yin's expression fell, "Are you looking down on me?"
"No, not at all, what I mean is..."
Zhang Fei Xuan's eyes darted around, and he suddenly remembered Zhao Yuanhua, who had been so pitifully altered in the square's pit, and said urgently, "There is no sequence to the Dao, the accomplished are regarded as elder. You say you are the direct disciple of our master, so logically you should be the Big Senior Brother!"
"I wouldn't dare. Although I'm the direct disciple of our master, I've only just joined the sect, and I look forward to discussing cultivation with all the Senior Brothers. I really wouldn't dare."
Song Yin waved his hands continuously, his face the picture of modesty: "I joined the sect last, I'm just a junior brother."
"Big Brother, you are too humble!"
Zhang Fei Xuan stepped forward to pay his respects, "With your strength, Big Brother, no one else would dare to claim the title of Big Senior Brother. Since the former Big Senior Brother has passed away, you should take the title. I'm the first to support you, and if anyone disagrees, let them come forward and debate with me!"
With those words, he turned, his face menacing toward the disciples outside the hall.
The disciples, one by one, bowed their heads and clasped their fists, not daring to speak.
"Master?"
Song Yin furrowed his brow and looked toward the Jin Guang.
"Ah... right, yes!" Jin Guang nodded unconsciously.
"Big Senior Brother!" Zhang Fei Xuan knelt on one knee and held his fists together, "Please accept the position of Big Senior Brother. Otherwise, I won't be able to rest easy!"
With such a fearsome person around, how could he dare to vie for the position of Big Senior Brother? It was better to concede it early to avoid this fierce individual turning his attention to him.
Song Yin closed his eyes, then opened them again, revealing a flash of white mang.
"Alright!"
He took two steps forward and stood firm in front of the statue, declaring, "Since you all have elected me, I won't refuse. I do have many things I want to change. As our former Big Senior Brother is no longer with us, I shall take on the name of Big Senior Brother to help our Jinxian Sect's righteous path shine brilliantly!"
The Jinxian Sect was indeed a good place, but the disciples lacked vitality, and the buildings were in disrepair. It was in need of someone with the heart to change things for the better.
Having the title of Big Senior Brother was just the leverage he needed to make things happen.
Song Yin had never been a modest man. When faced with a challenge, he naturally possessed the spirit to stand up and take responsibility!
"Exactly, let our Jinxian Sect's righteous..."
Zhang Fei Xuan followed, shouting behind him. However, he suddenly stiffened mid-sentence, "Righteous path?!"
What righteous path?
Where did this righteous path come from?
He looked around but saw no signs of any righteous path...
Yet, seeing Song Yin's solemn face, and then looking at his master, who seemed to have completely lost his mind, he drew a sharp breath.
He knew Jin Guang was skilled at swindling and cheating, with a fondness for luring mortals with tales of orthodox sects. So, was this the person they were talking about, the Human Elixir who had hammered Zhao Yuanhua to death?
And this Human Elixir... not only accomplished in cultivation but also left the master speechless?
Zhang Fei Xuan, looking at Song Yin's eager-to-act demeanor, felt a chill run through his limbs.
Could it be that this fearsome person truly believed that their Jinxian Sect was part of the righteous path?
What kind of creature had this old man brought into the sect...