Chapter 145: Complete Miscalculation

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Zeng Yanhui and Xing Shujun silently regulated the furnace temperature until their junior brothers Qin Bai and Suo Mingchuan arrived for the handover, at which point they finally exhaled deeply. Both felt something amiss but dared not voice their concerns.

Inside the alchemical furnace, Lin Feng sat cross-legged, radiant golden light suffusing his body. The heavenly heart flame could not harm him in the slightest. His hands formed intricate seals as the Manjusaka flower transformed into a crimson lotus beneath him—elegant and ethereal, yet harboring a terrifying power within.

“Wait a little longer. The handover is their most anxious moment; I will strike and kill all four amidst the chaos! Whoever holds the Water Mirror Disk will perish upon entering the Yin Que Palace, so no need to worry for now.” Silently invoking the Heavenly Eye Technique, Lin Feng assessed the strength of the two newcomers with confidence—he could swiftly dispatch these early Golden Core disciples, but the previous two would require a fierce fight. Meanwhile, having pieced together the entire situation, he no longer worried about the fate of some of his treasures.

Another day passed. The Buddhist Great Compassion Buddha Hand Seal had achieved a slight breakthrough. Zeng Yanhui and Xing Shujun arrived punctually for the handover.

“Junior brothers, has anything unusual occurred?” Zeng Yanhui inquired loudly upon entering the ritual furnace platform.

“Senior brother, all is well,” Qin Bai replied.

“Good. Then you two junior brothers may return to rest,” Zeng Yanhui nodded.

“Thank you, senior brothers,” Qin Bai and Suo Mingchuan said politely.

Exchanging glances, Zeng Yanhui and Xing Shujun each ignited the heavenly heart flame, preparing for the handover. Suddenly, a tremendous explosion resounded— the Myriad Streams Divine Cauldron shattered in two, the metallic clangs piercing the eardrums. Shards and flowing fire scattered wildly, smoke billowing everywhere, plunging the entire ritual platform into chaos.

“The furnace exploded! The furnace exploded!” Xing Shujun and two other senior brothers wore terror on their bloodstained faces. Their first thought was how to explain this disastrous outcome to the Poison King, unaware that death was closing in.

“Crack!” Amid the smoke, the crisp sound of bone breaking suddenly rang out.

“Watch out!” Zeng Yanhui barely cried out before another violent sound of shattered bones erupted, mixed with spurting blood. The two who had just died never even screamed.

“Myriad Punishments Poison Rays!” Zeng Yanhui roared, and countless green arrow-like poison rays suddenly exploded around his body.

“Clatter—” Xing Shujun suddenly realized the danger, raising a barrage of hidden weapons and striking toward the furnace.

In that instant, amidst the chaotic hot currents, a figure emerged—bronze-skinned, radiant with shifting light, exuding a murderous aura like a demon god sprung from the heavens.

“Spare your life!”

Having just slain two foes in a flash, Lin Feng charged forth like a fierce tiger, bellowing with rage. In the spatial void, a gigantic translucent hand suddenly materialized, swatting downward. Golden sutras floated and twisted around it as if alive, accompanied by ethereal Buddhist chants suffused with infinite compassion—the Great Compassion Buddha Hand Seal!

The chant echoed, filling the ritual platform with boundless Buddhist incantations, akin to hundreds of monks chanting in unison.

Silently and swiftly, the Buddha Hand Seal struck Xing Shujun squarely, instantly reducing him and his hidden weapons to a bloody pulp. The seal’s power was even more terrifying than the Overlord Strike!

Like an umbrella shaking off a torrent of water, the eerie brilliance of the Myriad Punishments Poison Rays shot directly at Lin Feng’s bare form. Yet at this critical moment, a massive red lotus surged forward. The poison rays struck it repeatedly, but after a flicker of light, the lotus remained unscathed. Zeng Yanhui’s face paled in shock.

Before he could react further, three Buddha Hands pressed down simultaneously, the surrounding air cracking and shattering!

“Thousand-Mile Escape!” With no time to hesitate, Zeng Yanhui tore a talisman and fled for his life.

“Let him escape! We must leave here quickly and plan our next move!” Lin Feng swiftly retrieved the Golden Core pills and tiny storage bags from the three corpses, then dashed toward the mountain’s interior.

“Stop him!” Disciples of the Absolute Poison Valley gathered upon hearing the commotion, rushing forth like a flood as Lin Feng fled the ritual platform.

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“Seeking death!”

With increasing mastery of his technique, countless Buddha Hand Seals appeared in the sky, sweeping violently left and right. Another clap—disciples of the Poison King screamed as their magical artifacts shattered, blood raining down before dissolving into mist.

“I’ve killed so many, yet the Poison King has not appeared. Perhaps he’s not in the valley? Fine, I’ll capture one alive, then escape and reconsider my plans!”

With a wave of his hand, Lin Feng seized one person from thin air and then launched into the sky, vanishing into the distance.

Countless disciples of the Absolute Poison Valley perished or fled; none dared pursue. The ritual platform was utterly destroyed, chaos beyond repair.

In a secluded mountain hollow within the Demon Wasteland Range, Lin Feng concealed himself like a hibernating toad in winter, silent and motionless. Around him, the sounds of insects and birds resumed, the environment untouched.

This form of concealment was the supreme stealth technique of the Putuo Temple, relying solely on internal breath. Lin Feng now only needed to wait, maximizing his cultivation while digesting the imprint left by the monk Zhiyuan. According to his captive, righteous sects had gathered formidable forces to attack the Ten Thousand Demons Heaven soon. If he could coordinate cleverly and seize the opportunity, they might aid the righteous in rescuing their captured brethren.

Enduring and cultivating—all proceeded slowly according to his rational calculations.

At Medicine King Ridge, the Poison King Yang Pu and Medicine King Sun, two cunning villains, haggled and bickered over three rare spirit materials for two days before reaching an agreement. Medicine King Sun persistently tried to learn what elixir the Poison King was concocting, but the latter divulged nothing, only paying three additional premium elemental spirit stones as a price.

“Master, someone from Absolute Poison Valley requests an audience with the Poison King; it concerns an important matter,” a messenger reported, barely warm from acquiring the spirit materials. The Poison King twitched his eyelids, sensing something amiss.

“Oh? Bring him in quickly.” Medicine King Sun smirked slyly.

“Master! A disaster— the ritual platform was destroyed; all three junior brothers are dead...” The messenger was none other than Zeng Yanhui, crawling on the ground, unable to meet the Poison King’s gaze.

“What did you say!” The Poison King’s face darkened abruptly. He raised a palm, striking the disciple so hard that he somersaulted several times and coughed up three bowls of blood!

Medicine King Sun frowned but secretly chuckled with malicious delight.

Without a word, the Poison King teleported instantly, fleeing toward Absolute Poison Valley.

Ahead lay a scene of ruin and chaos, with flames and the stench of blood thick in the air. The Poison King’s ugly face twitched with fury. Swishing his great sleeve, he entered his inner chamber, where a thunderous crash shattered tables, chairs, and teacups to dust.

“I underestimated him—truly ill-fated, losing both people and wealth!” The Poison King stood with hands behind his back, eventually calming down. Suddenly, he recalled one item—the tiny jade disk seized from Lin Feng.

A pile of treasures lay before him, astonishing the Poison King. The spoils Lin Feng had gathered from the sea bottom far exceeded the entire fortune of Absolute Poison Valley combined. Gazing at the exquisite elemental spirit stones engraved with the Li Sea official seal and other treasures, the Poison King pondered deeply.

“Rumors say a great upheaval recently occurred near the Li Sea Dan Sea. Could it be connected to this man? Indeed, the Buddhist relics depend on him; his secrets must be extraordinary!”

His gaze fell upon a scattered mirror among the mess. This item stood out like an elephant among sheep—blindingly conspicuous.

His instincts told him this must be a supreme spirit artifact, even more potent than the fan. In the battle of Mount Dai, the Poison King had witnessed Lin Feng wielding the Prison Fire Wind-Chasing Fan, leaving a deep impression.

Holding the Water Mirror Disk, the Poison King was drawn into the strange ripples on its surface. Bowing his head, he stared deeply. Suddenly, his mind spun wildly; when he opened his eyes, he found himself inside the Yin Que Palace.

“Who are you!”

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Before the Poison King could comprehend the situation, he felt his body stiffen, losing control. Before him appeared a man in purple robes, cold red eyes contracting sharply, exuding bone-chilling killing intent.

With a few swift motions, three stunningly beautiful and seductive women appeared before the Poison King, their cold eyes fixed on him.

Elsewhere, Yi Fen, Du Songsong, and Wu Zhou hurriedly encircled the scene, preparing to strike. Shang Rong raised a hand and said coldly, “Since you dared to steal another’s possession, be prepared to die. I would have said nothing, but now—death!”

“I’ll speak!” The Poison King, a notorious tyrant, felt death’s shadow for the first time. He was utterly convinced this man could annihilate him with a mere thought. This soul-shaking presence demanded total submission.

“So Lin Feng is still alive. I’ll spare you for now. When he returns, we’ll deal with him. That brat sure knows how to cause trouble—losing a celestial artifact, humph!” After hearing the Poison King’s confession, Shang Rong snapped his fingers and flung the Poison King into a corner of the celestial mansion. The old villain became a living statue.

“Senior, young Lin is in danger. We brothers hope you can help him,” Du Songsong said.

“Help? There’s only one chance. If I help this time, does that count? Can you speak for his wishes?” Shang Rong asked coldly.

“Brother Shang Rong, please help him this once. Besides, I want to go out and have some fun,” Man Qing grabbed Shang Rong’s arm, shaking it hard.

“Yes, the demons are treacherous. Brother Shang Rong, please say yes,” Man Die urged from the side.

Shang Rong looked around at their hopeful faces, hesitated, then slowly nodded...

Above Evil Fang Ridge, a thousand miles from Ten Thousand Demons Heaven.

“Amitabha, fellow cultivators, ahead lies the demon sect’s stronghold. Shall we proceed as planned?” Zhishang, the Divine Monk clad in dark blue kasaya, clasped his hands in greeting.

Quality over quantity—the righteous force assaulting Ten Thousand Demons Heaven numbered only about twenty, but each was a renowned luminary of the righteous path.

“Indeed! This time, all demons in Ten Thousand Demons Heaven must be exterminated!” Bi Xia, leader of the Tianshan Sword Sect, declared sternly.

Jun Wuji, head of the Hundred Flowers Sect, smiled slightly and nodded respectfully to Zhishang.

Other sect leaders also nodded in silent agreement.

“Amitabha, the Buddha’s mercy!” Zhishang chanted solemnly, waving his hand gently. Behind him, ten white-robed monks bowed and deviated northward, flying toward Ten Thousand Demons Heaven.

Remaining thirteen sect leaders, faces grave, unleashed their divine powers and sped toward the demon stronghold.

In the vast void, five figures stood against the fierce wind, their gazes profound and unmoving as ancient pines.

An unprecedented, colossal battle was about to unfold!