Chapter 587 443 Ruined Body_2

"We humble cultivators of the far seas had no intention of disturbing the envoy of the Immortal Sect. We beg the senior's forgiveness..."

Seeing the expressions of his fellow Guest Elders were all amiss, as though they wished they could devour him alive, he quickly held himself back. Li Xuanfeng gave him a glance and said coldly,

"Go back and relay a message to Situ Mo."

"If he dares to take half a step off the island, I'll shoot his head off and kick it around like a ball."

The Guest Elder meekly acknowledged, realizing this was a struggle between Immortal Sects. Being an insignificant cultivator from overseas, without strength or backing, all he could do was pass on the message. He didn't even dare to wipe off his sweat, but simply nodded,

"I understand... I understand..."

Li Xuanfeng, clad in his dark golden armor, shimmered slightly and then vanished from the sky. Only then did the feeling of being slashed by knives disappear. The Guest Elder, having received an unwarranted slap, was both angry and confused. Turning to the surrounding people, the Guest Elder wiping his sweat simply said,

"Just be thankful that you didn't say anything foolish! You're lucky to be alive!"

The Guest Elder had a delayed realization and said in a low voice,

"Which Immortal Sect's great person was that?"

"Who knows? You thought that was some Talisman being activated just now, but you have no idea, it was merely a few casual arrows from that person!"

The Guest Elder with the surname Fu said hoarsely,

"Judging from that, it might well have been someone from the Jin Yu Immortal Sect..."

...

Li Xuanfeng continued on his way, finally drawing the hand he had held behind his back. His broad and sturdy hand was covered with wound marks as small as baby mouths, slowly opening and closing, with blood flowing nonstop from his fingers.

"I was a bit hasty."

Li Xuanfeng flipped his hand and stored the head away, the five arrows in his quiver giving slight jumps, as though they were still yearning for more action, with golden light weaving and flowing.

Li Xuanfeng's quiver contained five Mysterious Arrows, all made of pure gold. Once shot, the arrows would fly back automatically. He had fired five arrows in one go, which excited these five Magic Artifacts, making them leap around constantly.

Looking around, Li Xuanfeng once again raised his longbow. Without using a golden arrow, he pulled the bowstring, and the Mana automatically gathered to form a Gang Arrow.

"Whoosh."

The arrow flew through the air, spanning a hundred li, landing on an island. It pierced through layers of dense forest and struck precisely at the distorted, grimacing head on a great banyan tree.

"Pfft!"

The head instantly exploded, and the writhing banyan tree along with it turned into dust, leaving behind only the blood-soaked ground.

Li Xuanfeng had intentionally left the man from the Situ Family alive to prevent Ning Heyuan from growing suspicious, grafting him onto a banyan tree. Now that everything was settled, Li Xuanfeng ended it with a single arrow, saving him from struggling night and day in the tree.

Afterward, he gently moved his hand over his palm. At least on the surface, the hand seemed unharmed. The injury was not serious; it would heal in a month or two.

Ning Heyuan, after all, was an old Mage. Even with his Taoist Lineage gone, he was not to be underestimated. Unlike the extremely weakened Ning Heyuan, after two arrows, his spirit and form were both destroyed. He had to make a determined escape, causing as much damage as possible before leaving.

"Pity, if he had hesitated a while longer, I could have shot him dead right here."

Even though the Mage chose suicide to escape, Li Xuanfeng made sure he suffered. The lingering Gang Qi wasn't so easy to dissipate and would continue to exacerbate his injuries. Without external help, he might slowly succumb.

Yet, as long as Ning Heyuan didn't completely eradicate the Gang Qi inside his body, as soon as he came within a hundred li of Li Xuanfeng, he would immediately be detected by Li Xuanfeng's Golden Armor. A single arrow would then be enough to scatter his spirit and soul.

Li Xuanfeng had been biding his time in the Southern Border for decades, from initial despair to hidden pride, and then hearing the news from Ningxia that filled him with unbearable rage. Now, with one breath, he had made one Buddhist Practitioner meet a complete end and the other's life was hanging by a thread. The hatred in his heart was slightly alleviated as he murmured,

"Wait for it... this is just the interest..."

After the killings, his Mana was nearly depleted. Gliding with the wind and weaving through the somber clouds, Li Xuanfeng squinted and pondered.

'Situ Mo is quite cautious. Now that I've shown my strength, with his family's power, he likely won't be able to hide it for long. Might as well use this intimidating power to deter him, so he wouldn't dare leave the island, preventing him from harassing my juniors.'

Situ Mo's caution was unexpectedly high, and Li Xuanfeng didn't make it too difficult for the Guest Elders on the island. His condition didn't allow for another battle; his imposing aura peaked and then ceased, left as a threat to Situ Mo.

The thunderbolts in the sky became more frequent, darkness enveloped the surroundings like ink. The rain showed no sign of stopping, and one could only see a hazy expanse. Li Yuanjiao was cautious in his undertakings, and Li Xuanfeng couldn't find out where the Li Family had settled overseas. He had no choice but to return to Fenkui Island.

The sea was pitch-dark in all directions. Li Xuanfeng flew through the rain for a long time before he finally saw Fenkui Island. Diving into the sea, he was met by Ning Heyuan, who came up to greet him with a smile, saying:

"Brother-in-law, how did it go?"

"Some gains."

Li Xuanfeng nodded quietly, conservative in his reply. Ning Heyuan didn't ask further and laughed heartily, responding:

"Qinghong, the Taoist Fellow, has already arrived in the marketplace, waiting for Brother-in-law!"

"Qinghong is here!"

Li Xuanfeng finally showed a smile and hurried forward two steps, flying toward the marketplace.

...

East Sea, Qunyi Strait.

The islands of the Qunyi Strait were densely scattered, randomly dispersed in every corner of the strait, inhabited by many people. Near World Navel Island, even more earthly fostered children practiced here.

In a remote and narrow island, the tallest mountain was covered with barren, exposed boulders. A small temple stood at the mountaintop, where five or six natives were silently worshipping inside.

The leading statue, carved from a giant stone, oddly appeared very white. Now, it shook continuously, showering the area with fine rubble as fine stone dust slowly fell, scattering all over the ground.

The natives, at a loss, knelt down and kept bowing when suddenly the statue exploded with a bang, and a small baby leaped out.

The baby was covered in blood and inexplicably had only a head and arms, with nothing below the chest. It fell to the ground with a thud, and from its mouth came a middle-aged person's voice:

"Ah! Ah! Damn it! Damn it! Which sect's disciple is responsible for this…"

This baby was E Wuno, with blood tears hanging from his eyes. He opened his little mouth, and the natives, having lost their minds, hurriedly stuffed their hands into his mouth. E Wuno swallowed an arm whole, and immediately grew much larger, now resembling a seventeen or eighteen-year-old.

But this body still looked horrifying and terrible; just two arms and a shoulder topped with a head. E Wuno suddenly changed color, as the image of his eldest senior brother Moutuo being destroyed in both flesh and spirit appeared in front of him.

"Damn it… There's something eerie about this person."

He summoned the last native, raised a hand with nails sharp as knives, and with a light wave, he sliced the man's body above the chest. With a forceful push from his hands on the ground, he leaped up and seamlessly attached to the torso.

"That's much better!"

E Wuno took a few steps, a hint of a smile on his face, but it quickly solidified.

"Puchi!"

An inexplicable surge burst from the original upper body's arms, blowing the lower half of the mortal's body to shreds. E Wuno thudded to the ground, his heart growing cold.

"Such exquisite immortal techniques!"

No matter how powerful a Buddhist Practitioner's life-preserving abilities were, they still couldn't sustain his life indefinitely in such a state. Although the scriptures claimed that the body was a vessel to carry one through the world, ready to be replaced at any time, if he could not find this vessel soon, he was likely to drown in the mundane world.

He realized if he couldn't find some Precious Medicine or proper sustenance fitting for his blood to eat, he might perish within two or three years, his life and path extinguished. He couldn't afford the time to find a secluded place to cultivate slowly. With no choice left, he steeled himself, rode the wind, and flew towards the nearest island.

Filled primarily with fear now, E Wuno's heart silently pleaded:

"Fortunately, the eldest senior brother is dead… the Taoist Lineage of Qin Ling is in my hands. If I can survive this calamity… I will go to the South Sea, and never return to this accursed place…"

This being, with only arms remaining, floated in the sky, drifting westward. E Wuno, filled with despair, could only secretly pray:

"May the World-Honored One bless me! May the World-Honored One bless me! There must be an island without Foundation Establishment guardians… whether I can continue the Qin Ling Taoist Lineage… hinges on this ordeal!"