437: Chapter 436 Heavenly Dao Aura Weakening

Heavenly Sword Sect, Mission Hall.

The hall was bustling, exceptionally lively.

Qin Changsheng walked into the hall and spotted Wang Jinhui sitting in a corner at a glance.

In front of Wang Jinhui stood a table with a recruitment notice on it.

He was shouting at the top of his lungs: "High salary recruitment for escort experts! Generous rewards!"

Many Cultivators were watching and discussing among themselves.

"Junior Brother Wang, what exactly is the situation with this shipment?"

"Is there any danger?"

"Don't end up having the life to take the money but no life to spend it!"

Wang Jinhui sighed: "I won't hide it from everyone, there is indeed danger."

"This shipment has to pass through Black Wind Mountain."

"However, as long as everyone works together, we will definitely be able to handle it!"

Hearing the four words "Black Wind Mountain", the expressions of the watching Cultivators changed instantly.

"Black Wind Mountain? Are you kidding me!"

"In this day and age, risking one's life for a few Spirit Stones is just not worth it."

"Let's go, let's go. Whoever wants to do this job can do it, I'm certainly not going."

Many shook their heads repeatedly and turned to leave.

There were several Foundation Establishment Late Stage Yao Beasts inside Black Wind Mountain.

Wang Jinhui's face looked rather ugly.

However, under heavy rewards, there must be brave men.

Three Foundation Establishment Middle Stage Cultivators gritted their teeth and stayed behind.

"Young Master Wang, we'll take this job!"

Qin Changsheng stood behind the crowd.

He straightened his clothes and also walked over slowly.

"Count me in."

Qin Changsheng spoke calmly. His goal this time was not some Spirit Stones, but the heavenly dao fragment in Wang Jinhui's hands.

Wang Jinhui looked up and saw Qin Changsheng, and was immediately overjoyed.

He stood up abruptly and cupped his hands.

"Great!"

"With a few Senior Brothers joining, I can finally feel at ease!"

"As long as the goods are delivered smoothly this time, Spirit Stones will not be lacking for everyone. I, Wang Jinhui, will definitely not treat you unfairly!"

Wang Jinhui patted his chest and guaranteed.

He put away the recruitment notice and looked at everyone.

"Then it's settled."

"Tomorrow morning, we will gather at the Sect gate and set off for the Wang family together!"

After agreeing on the time with everyone, Wang Jinhui left in a hurry.

The next afternoon.

Wang Jinhui led Qin Changsheng and the others to the Wang family mansion in a grand manner.

The Wang family father and son had long prepared a banquet.

As soon as they saw everyone enter the door, they immediately greeted them with full smiles.

"Oh my, it is truly a great honor for our Wang family that you immortals from the Heavenly Sword Sect could come!"

Wang Jinhui's father led everyone to the dining table in the living room.

At the table, spirit wine smelled fragrant, and the table was full of delicacies.

The Wang family father and son appeared extremely enthusiastic, frequently raising their glasses to toast everyone.

"Come, come, come, Senior Brothers, I'll finish this cup, you all drink as you please!"

Wang Jinhui was also sincere in his expression, tilting his head and drinking.

Qin Changsheng sat at the table and reached out to pick up the wine glass in front of him.

Just as the cup reached his lips, his eyebrows twitched imperceptibly.

The taste of this wine was not right.

It was mixed with an extremely hidden fishy sweetness.

Poison.

Qin Changsheng remained expressionless.

He circulated the magic power within his body and gave a slight jolt.

The poisonous wine in the cup was instantly evaporated clean under the shroud of his magic power.

He pretended to tilt his head and went through the motion of drinking.

After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere at the table was heated.

Thud.

A Foundation Establishment Middle Stage Disciple sitting beside Qin Changsheng suddenly tilted his body and slid straight off the chair.

This Disciple's face was pale, and white foam kept pouring from the corners of his mouth.

He clutched his own throat tightly, his fingernails scratching bloody marks on his skin.

"Something's wrong!"

"There's poison in the wine!"

The other few Disciples were shocked upon seeing this.

They stood up abruptly, wanting to circulate their magic power, but found that the Spiritual Qi in their bodies was like stagnant water and could not be mobilized at all.

"Damn it!"

"The magic power has been sealed!"

The two slumped, falling back into their chairs.

They stared fixedly at Wang Jinhui, their eyes turning red, and roared through gritted teeth.

Qin Changsheng also pretended to fall to the ground.

"Wang Jinhui!"

"What exactly do you want to do?!"

"We are fellow Sect members!"

"Hahaha!"

Wang Jinhui suddenly laughed arrogantly.

The fawning and enthusiasm on his face instantly disappeared, replaced by a twisted arrogance.

Wang Jinhui slammed the table and stood up.

"Fellow Sect members? Who is a fellow Sect member with you?"

"Don't waste your efforts."

"What you have been poisoned with is the Bone-Eroding Powder specially made by my Yao Race!"

"The more you circulate your magic power, the faster the poison will take effect!"

Hearing this, the few Disciples collapsed on the ground with their eyes nearly popping out.

"Yao Race?!"

"Wang Jinhui, you actually colluded with the Yao Race?!"

"Are you crazy? You are a Human Race Cultivator!"

The few people questioned hysterically.

Qin Changsheng sat on the side.

Looking at the laughing Wang Jinhui, he was also somewhat surprised.

He really did not expect that Wang Jinhui, this young master of the Wang family, would actually get involved with the Yao Race.

Wang Jinhui faced the west, cupped his hands with a fanatical expression, his eyes full of morbid worship.

"The Yao Lord is preparing a world-shaking plan that requires the blood of a massive number of Human Race Cultivators as a primer."

He turned his head and looked down at the few people slumped on the ground, a cruel smile hanging on the corners of his mouth.

"We were fellow Sect members after all, and charity begins at home. Offering your blood to the Yao Lord can be considered the greatest honor of your lives!"

"As long as the Yao Lord's plan succeeds, the entire Southern Region will fall into the hands of my Yao Race! By then, my Wang family will be the uncrowned king of the Southern Region!"

Hearing these insane words, the few Heavenly Sword Sect Disciples on the ground were trembling with anger and cursing loudly.

"Wang Jinhui! You ungrateful beast!"

"You traitorous dog! The blood flowing in your veins is also that of the Human Race!"

"The Heavenly Sword Sect will definitely not let you off! The Sect elders will surely exterminate your entire Wang family!"

Facing everyone's curses, Wang Jinhui was not angry, but instead laughed even more proudly, even somewhat maniacally.

"Curse, curse all you want, you won't live past today anyway."

His face suddenly turned cold, and he waved his hand, saying coldly:

"Come! Slaughter these few people, drain their blood clean, don't waste a single drop, and put it all into the Blood Spirit Urn to present to the Yao Lord!"

Following Wang Jinhui's order, the door of the banquet hall was pushed open heavily.

"Step, step, step..."

A few Cultivators wearing black clothes, exuding cold Demonic Qi, walked in expressionlessly.

They held specially made bloodletting curved blades in their hands, and black jade jars for containing blood hung at their waists, their eyes as cold as if looking at dead people.

Looking at the executioners approaching step by step, the Disciples slumped on the ground finally revealed expressions of despair.

However, Qin Changsheng leisurely patted the dust off his clothes and stood up.

Watching Qin Changsheng stand up leisurely, the wild laughter on Wang Jinhui's face instantly froze, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

"You... how can you be fine?!"

Wang Jinhui stared fixedly at Qin Changsheng, pointing at him and shouting, "You clearly drank the spirit wine too! That is Bone-Eroding Powder, even a Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator could never be safe and sound!"

Qin Changsheng patted the non-existent dust on his sleeves and chuckled: "I didn't drink the poisoned wine?"

Wang Jinhui's face darkened, but he soon sneered again, full of arrogance and disdain: "Hmph, so what if you didn't drink the poisoned wine? You'll just live a little longer! My Wang family has ambushed more than a dozen Foundation Establishment Late Stage experts in this mansion, just by yourself, can you really turn the world upside down?"

"Is that so?"

Just as Wang Jinhui's words fell, a cold sneer suddenly came from outside the banquet hall door.

Immediately after, a terrifyingly immense Golden Core Stage Pressure swept in like a tidal wave, instantly enveloping the entire Wang family courtyard.

Those black-clothed Yao Cultivators who were originally aggressive felt their legs go weak under this Pressure, almost kneeling directly on the ground.

The door was violently blasted open by an invisible force.

Hu Nan walked in from the outside.

Every step he took, the Void Realm seemed to tremble slightly.

"Hu... Hu Nan?!"

The moment he saw the person who arrived, Wang Jinhui was struck by lightning, and he retreated three steps in fear, his face as pale as paper.

How could he not recognize this person!

Hu Nan, the most prominent unrivaled Genius of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the champion of the Golden Core tournament!

His strength was unfathomable, and even veteran Golden Core powerhouses were no match for him.

Wang Jinhui could not understand why this vicious star would suddenly appear here?

He did not know at all that this "Hu Nan" before him was just an External Incarnation that Qin Changsheng had specifically mobilized so as not to expose his main body's strength.

Dealing with this bunch of trash from the Wang family, using the name of the Incarnation Hu Nan was not only reasonable but could also naturally exterminate the Wang family.

"Junior Martial Uncle Hu!"

"Junior Martial Uncle Hu, save us!"

The several Heavenly Sword Sect Disciples collapsed on the ground saw Hu Nan and, as if seeing a lifeline, shouted excitedly one after another.

"Martial Uncle Hu, this beast Wang Jinhui has defected to the Yao Race! They want to use our blood to sacrifice to the Yao Lord!"

"Martial Uncle Hu, the entire Wang family are traitors. We beg you to take action and execute them to rid the Sect of this scourge!"

Listening to the cries of his fellow Disciples, the Incarnation "Hu Nan" scanned the area expressionlessly, finally letting his cold gaze fall upon the trembling Wang Jinhui.

Wang Jinhui's expression changed drastically, and he simultaneously bolted toward the distance.

He knew that only by escaping this place would he have a chance of survival.

The other members of the Wang family also fled toward the distance.

"Escaping?"

The Incarnation "Hu Nan" let out a cold snort, not even drawing the long sword from his back.

Boom!

A terrifying Pressure, tangible as if it were solid, transformed into an invisible mountain and crashed down from mid-air!

Crack, crack—

Heavy sounds of bones breaking rose one after another.

Wang Jinhui, who had just taken flight and was about to use an escape technique, along with the Wang family Foundation Establishment Cultivators attempting to scatter and flee, were instantly smashed onto the bluestone ground like flies being swatted down.

The ground cracked like a spiderweb, and dust rose everywhere.

"Puh!"

Wang Jinhui spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body pinned firmly to the ground, unable to move.

Those dozen or so Foundation Establishment Late Stage experts he was so proud of were now all pale-faced and trembling, unable to lift even a single finger.

In front of "Hu Nan," who was at the Peak of the Golden Core Stage and could even sweep through his peers, those at the Foundation Establishment Stage were nothing more than ants that could be crushed with a casual wave.

"Martial Uncle Hu! Martial Uncle Hu, spare me!"

Feeling the terrifying killing intent that was about to crush him, Wang Jinhui completely broke down.

With his face covered in snot, tears, and blood, he kowtowed frantically on the ground without a shred of dignity, howling miserably:

"This Disciple was momentarily confused! This Disciple will never dare again! It was all that Yao Lord... Yes! It was the Yao Lord who forced my Wang family! If we didn't obey, he would have exterminated my entire Wang family! I beg you, Uncle-Master, for the sake of our time as fellow Disciples, please spare my life!"

"Hu Nan" slowly walked over and stood before Wang Jinhui.

He looked down condescendingly at this traitor, who was like mud, his eyes devoid of even the slightest pity, filled only with extreme coldness and mockery.

"You don't realize you were wrong."

"You only realize that you are about to die."

Before the words faded.

"Hu Nan" formed a sword shape with his fingers and waved his hand casually.

Swish!

A dazzling golden Sword Qi instantly tore through the Void Realm.

Puchi!

Without giving Wang Jinhui any chance to speak again, the Sword Qi swept across his neck like cutting through tofu.

A head with eyes wide open in death soared into the sky, and warm blood gushed out, staining the bluestone slabs on the ground bright red.

Until his death, Wang Jinhui's eyes remained filled with endless regret and fear.

Hu Nan's expression was indifferent; he didn't even lift an eyelid.

Watching the courtyard full of terrified Wang family Cultivators and Yao Race spies fleeing in all directions, he waved his right hand gently once again.

Boom!

In an instant, countless dazzling golden Sword Qi condensed out of thin air in the Void Realm, whistling down like a rainstorm, completely covering the entire Wang family estate.

"Ah—!"

"Spare me..."

Screams rose one after another, only to come to an abrupt halt in an instant.

In just a few breaths of time, those so-called Foundation Establishment Late Stage experts were completely shredded by the sharp Sword Qi, turning into a pile of cold corpses.

The entire Wang family mansion instantly became so quiet that a pin dropping could be heard, with only the thick scent of blood lingering in the air.

Hu Nan stepped forward expressionlessly, walking to the side of Wang Jinhui's headless corpse.

He flicked his finger slightly, and a suction force drew the Storage Pouch at Wang Jinhui's waist into his hand.

Scanning inside with his Divine Sense, Hu Nan's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

In the corner of the Storage Pouch, a strange fragment emitting an arcane, archaic Aura lay quietly, faintly resonating with the Laws of Heaven and Earth.

The heavenly dao fragment, acquired!

Besides this incredibly precious fragment, Hu Nan also found several white jade porcelain bottles inside.

He took them out and sniffed slightly, confirming that this was the antidote for the "Bone-Eroding Powder."

Hu Nan turned around and casually tossed the medicine bottles to the several Heavenly Sword Sect Disciples collapsed on the ground.

"This is the antidote, take it." Hu Nan said indifferently.

The Disciples treated them like treasures, trembling as they caught the medicine bottles, poured out the Medicinal Pill, and swallowed it in one gulp.

In just a moment, the sickly pallor on their faces gradually faded, and the Spiritual Qi within their bodies began to circulate once again.

"Whew..."

The few of them let out a sigh of relief and struggled to climb up from the ground.

They looked at this cold-faced "Martial Uncle Hu" before them, their eyes filled with the ecstasy of surviving a disaster and an almost fanatical reverence.

Thump.

The group knelt down in unison, bowing their heads to Hu Nan, shouting with tears of gratitude:

"Many thanks to Martial Uncle Hu for saving our lives!"

"Martial Uncle Hu is truly a Divine Being! If you hadn't arrived in time, not only would we have ended up dead today, but our blood would have been drained by those Yao Race fiends, turning us into tools to harm the Human Race!"

"That beast Wang Jinhui truly deserves to die! Thanks to Martial Uncle Hu for your keen observation in ridding the Sect of this great scourge!"

Listening to everyone's endless thanks, the Incarnation Hu Nan only nodded slightly, his expression remaining indifferent, appearing like a high-level expert detached from the world.

Meanwhile, Qin Changsheng, not far away, was already blooming with joy.

This move not only netted him a precious heavenly dao fragment for free but also farmed a wave of reputation.

...

Within the Cave-Heaven Blessed Land, the Spiritual Qi was so dense it almost turned into a solid, swirling like mist among the forests and over the water.

Qin Changsheng sat cross-legged on the bluestone, his main body slowly opening his eyes.

With a thought, he waved his palm gently, and a fragment emitting a faint Dao rhyme and swirling with seven-colored glazed light appeared out of thin air in the palm of his hand.

This was the very heavenly dao fragment just seized from Wang Jinhui's hands.

Feeling the arcane Laws of Heaven and Earth contained within the fragment, a flash of burning heat crossed Qin Changsheng's eyes.

With this fragment, he could once again forcibly upgrade one of his Golden Traits into a supreme Heavenly Dao Trait!

"System, open the trait panel."

Qin Changsheng whispered in his mind.

Hum!

A brilliant golden light screen unfolded in the Void Realm, with powerful Golden Traits neatly arranged before Qin Changsheng's eyes. His gaze swept slowly over these traits, contemplating the most suitable choice for the current situation.

Finally, Qin Changsheng's gaze settled on a Golden Trait named [Weakening Halo].

This was an extremely rare large-scale weakening-type trait.

Qin Changsheng knew very well that whether it was Shen Bing's previous rush to acquire Yao Beast Golden Cores to set up a Great Array, the Yao Race trap array outside Shen Guhong's Secret Chamber mentioned by Chen Erniu, or the conspiracy against Human Race Golden Core Cultivators by the Flowing Fire Sect three years later—the Yao Race's biggest trump cards, without exception, all relied on various terrifyingly powerful ancient Formations.

"As long as I upgrade this trait to the Heavenly Dao level, no matter what heaven-defying great Formation you Yao Race set up, in front of me, it will be nothing but a paper toy."

Qin Changsheng's mouth curled up slightly, and without further hesitation, he directly issued the command:

"System, use the heavenly dao fragment to upgrade the Golden Trait [Weakening Halo]!"

Boom!

As the words fell, the heavenly dao fragment in Qin Changsheng's hand instantly turned into starlight filling the sky, surging into the Golden Trait like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

The original golden light retracted frantically at this moment, replaced by a supreme, noble purple-gold divine light that seemed capable of crushing the heavens! Faint celestial music played between heaven and earth, and the chains of Law and order intertwined and manifested in the Void Realm.

A moment later, the light faded, and the brand-new trait information appeared before Qin Changsheng:

[Weakening Halo (Heavenly Dao Trait)]: Active trait. Upon release, the combat power, Speed, defense, strength, and buff effects of all hostile forces within a radius of ten thousand li are instantly weakened by fifty percent!!

Looking at the attribute description before him that was practically shameless, Qin Changsheng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

A fifty percent reduction!

What is the difference between this and directly disabling the Formation?

"Shen Bing, Shen Guhong..."

Qin Changsheng put away the panel, his eyes flashing with deep light.

He believed that as long as this Heavenly Dao Trait, Weakening Halo, was present, the Yao Race would not be able to succeed.