Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Liu Zongyuan felt his scalp go numb as he looked at the three smiling figures; if nothing unexpected happens, these three rascals were determined to take him down.

Gu Feng and his two companions indeed had a triumphant look, especially Wen Xiong, who cursed incessantly while pointing at him, ”You crafty Daoist with your scheming mind.”

”Killing a Celestial Dao Sect runt might not be that bad either.”

Gu Feng added with a smile.

Liu Zongyuan wanted to cry but had no tears. Opposite him, Gu Feng had already started to act, extending his slender fingers into the air to make a gesture. The ripples in the void spread out, and at the same time, the heart fire Liu Zongyuan was desperately suppressing surged again.

Sweat poured down like rain. This was the troublesome aspect of Gu Feng, inciting your heart fire and even your heart demon, leaving your spiritual power severely hindered.

Only after silently reciting the calming incantation several times did he barely manage to suppress it again.

At this moment, Wen Xiong took action. His immense spiritual power stretched like a massive net, covering everything within a few miles, leaving all things in rot visible to the naked eye.

Liu Zongyuan quickly mobilized his spiritual power to resist, but just as he began manipulating it, the heart fire once again acted up.

Looking up, he saw Gu Feng smiling lightly while gesturing with his finger.

Just as Liu Zongyuan was feeling desperate, the spiritual power originally blocked in his body spontaneously began to circulate again. Not only circulated but the next moment, his body seemed like a sieve, with spiritual power continuously flowing out from every part.

In a flash, like fireworks, more than forty streams of spiritual power converged into a starry river that continually washed over, first crashing into Wen Xiong’s net of plague.

In just a few blinks, the starry river washed all of it away, and then, with overwhelming momentum, swept towards the three of them.

”I’ll handle it!”

Yi Hong, who was most restrained by such pure energy, immediately sprang into action, forming his hands into a virtual embrace, intending to redirect it towards Liu Zongyuan.

But what shocked everyone was that the confident Yi Hong apparently didn’t notice the starry river changing direction bizarrely after making a turn.

Then Wen Xiong became a disaster, watching the starry river helplessly as it came crashing towards him.

He tried to devour this power by turning his spiritual power into a plague, but instead, it triggered Liu Zongyuan’s spiritual power to shoot out like a barrage of cannons.

The starry river not only didn’t weaken but became more tumultuous as the spiritual power converged.

Gu Feng’s finger almost left an afterimage, yet he couldn’t suppress the constantly overflowing spiritual power.

Liu Zongyuan was nearly ecstatic; although internally his heart fire was fiercely burning, making it hard to fight back, his spiritual power was equally wild. In other words, at this moment, the opponent they faced wasn’t Liu Zongyuan but the side effects on his body.

Unsurprisingly, Wen Xiong was washed over by the starry river, left in a disheveled mess, and was launched into a mountain hollow. By the time he climbed out, he was covered in dirt.

The starry river then peculiarly shifted direction again, targeting Yi Hong. Yi Hong employed his usual technique to swiftly transfer the power away.

But as soon as he got his hands on it, the starry river flicked its tail and then turned to Gu Feng instead.

”Yi Hong, have you lost your mind? After beating Wen Xiong, you’re attacking me.”

Gu Feng, pulling a dark face, retreated a hundred meters, bellowing loudly.

”I... It wasn’t me, I clearly aimed it at the Daoist.”

Yi Hong was completely bewildered, clearly intending to redirect it to Liu Zongyuan both times, yet something went awry each time.

After using his body technique several times to evade the starry river, Gu Feng returned.

Watching the starry river wander aimlessly in the void, just as Yi Hong was about to take action again, Gu Feng pulled him back.

”Don’t act hastily, let’s observe first.”

This starry river was entirely different from the Celestial Dao Sect techniques they had encountered, filled with bizarre unpredictability, being unspeakably strange.

Liu Zongyuan, at this moment, couldn’t contain his joy.

The good news was that the side effects on his body were more potent than any means of spiritual power suppression. Even though Gu Feng could stir up his heart fire, preventing smooth and independent spiritual power use, this self-initiated spiritual power wasn’t constrained.

Yi Hong’s transfer techniques seemed ineffective against this whimsical side-effect spiritual power.

After seeing the effects twice, it was clear.

Laughing with satisfaction, Liu Zongyuan thought, I can’t control this thing, so how could you?

But soon his joy faded because after a moment the starry river turned and headed toward him.

Damn it, this time it’s coming for me!

Liu Zongyuan’s expression turned ugly; this troublesome thing simply couldn’t distinguish between friend and foe.

He tried to dodge quickly, but seeing an opportunity, Gu Feng pointed his finger again, the surging heart fire finally made him a step too slow, and Liu Zongyuan’s figure, together with the crashing starry river, fell heavily...

”He won’t die, right?”

Han Yu, who had arrived behind them, had thoroughly enjoyed the show, only speaking after Liu Zongyuan crashed to the ground.

The Artifact Spirit smiled oddly, being injured by one’s own power was indeed unique in the Cultivator Realm.

”He won’t die, but this surely won’t feel good either.”

Too bad, sometimes these side effects were quite handy!

If it didn’t harm oneself, sometimes it was like fighting two against one.

Han Yu chuckled, ”If it doesn’t attack oneself, is it really a side effect?”

Reassessing the scene before them, Han Yu and the Artifact Spirit realized that whoever sought trouble with Liu Zongyuan, their identities were unmistakably from the Yama Hall.

Now it’s not just ninety years of qi fortune, there’s also the certainty of acquiring pills.

Delightful!

”How about we wait for that Daoist to be beaten to death, then take his corpse and exchange it for thirty years of qi fortune afterward?”

The Artifact Spirit suddenly proposed.

”Let’s just forget it! If there’s another time when there’s some weird pills, it could help alleviate some of his worries, right?”

Han Yu shook his head. If possible, capturing these three Yama Halls alive was preferable, leaving two after they took the pill. He wanted to stockpile a few to use as ”spare provisions.”

Elsewhere, just as Liu Zongyuan fell, he spewed blood as if it didn’t cost a penny, due to both the damage from the starry river and the uncontrolled heart fire.

Overall, he was in extreme discomfort.

What made it worse was that all three of them decided to attack simultaneously this time.

They clearly didn’t intend to leave him any way out.

”Finish him off, then we have more pressing matters.”

Gu Feng once again pointed his finger, reawakening the heart fire in his opponent, and quickly spoke to the other two.

At almost the same time, overwhelming corrosive forces and a murderous Jinghong were unleashed.

Even the self-generated out-of-body spiritual power of Liu Zongyuan was of no avail.

Amidst the energy clash, the starry river and the plague entangled with each other, while the Jinghong wasn’t abated in getting involved. Under a skirmish, the starry river gradually fell behind, attempting to turn away but ended up being carried downwards by the two forces together.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have come to the Central Continent.

Liu Zongyuan’s face turned pale, as he felt his spiritual power continuously draining his body, while watching the overwhelming energy cascaded down.

Boom!

Boom!

Two successive earth-shaking explosions rang out. An unusual figure blended in, hurriedly intercepting Yi Hong and Wen Xiong’s combined assault.

Another explosion sent the land behind it flying skyward, accidentally flinging some unlucky fellow away.

”Will he be beyond saving?”

The Artifact Spirit’s mouth twitched, pointing in the direction where Liu Zongyuan was flung.

’Goodness, there’s no need for the whimsical to be this abstract. Poor Liu Zongyuan was just saved by Han Yu, only to blast himself out...’