Chapter 357 - 348: Where Did This Cat or Dog Come From, Disturbing My Reunion with Uncle Tong?

Chapter 357: Chapter 348: Where Did This Cat or Dog Come From, Disturbing My Reunion with Uncle Tong?

Fu Juemin hadn’t expected to see Li Tong at this time, in this place.

Li Tong looked at him, his expression still calm, but a ripple stirred in the depths of his eyes, like a stone dropped into a deep pool, the disturbance yet to fully form.

"Uncle Tong, please wait a moment."

In the dimly lit alley, Fu Juemin walked past Li Tong without stopping. "I need to take care of something. I’ll come back and talk to you afterward..."

At the end of the long alley, Tu Kedi, clad in a red robe and mounted on a Demon Horse, saw Fu Juemin suddenly kill Helian with a single slash.

He was stunned at first. His gaze darted between Fu Juemin and Li Tong, and then a look of sudden realization dawned in his eyes.

"You’re a rebel?!"

Instead of alarm, he was delighted. He tightened his reins and burst out laughing. "Good, good, good! I was just looking for an excuse to get my hands on you—"

"Tu Xiao!"

Tu Kedi pointed at Fu Juemin from his high perch, issuing the order word by word, "Kill him first."

"Don’t you worry, my lord."

The dark-faced brute who had been fighting Li Tong earlier heard the command. A slow grin spread across his lips, revealing a set of stark white teeth. "None of them are getting away."

Before his words had even faded, the brute twisted his neck, and a dense series of cracks echoed like popping soybeans. CRACK! CRACK!

His already tower-like frame swelled and grew once more, soaring to a height of two and a half meters in an instant, his clothes stretching taut to the point of tearing.

Thick, dark smoke billowed from his body, coiling around him like a miasma. Within the smoke, countless tiny sparks of electricity could be seen crackling and flickering in and out of existence. CRACKLE! POP!

BOOM—!

An invisible hurricane erupted from the brute, blasting the bluestone pavers of the alley until they hummed and nearly flew into the air!

The plaster on the alley walls peeled away and rubble flew. A faint, scorched smell began to permeate the air.

CRACK!

A thunderous roar exploded within the alley as illusory bolts of lightning materialized from thin air.

It was his Thunder Pool Heart Scene.

Bathed in the light of countless dancing sparks, the dark-faced brute, wreathed in black smoke, seemed to stand at the center of a world forged from thunder. His presence had swelled to be several times more powerful than before!

But Fu Juemin continued his unhurried pace.

The way he carried the Exorcism Saber even seemed a little careless.

The alley was not wide, and the tip of his angled blade scraped against the wall, making a soft SHHH sound all the way.

The moment he took a soft step into that lightning-ravaged Heart Scene—

—the eyes of the terrifying, smoke-wreathed figure in the distance flashed like cold stars!

A savage grin on his face, the dark-faced brute raised a hand and made a grasping motion at him from afar.

Fu Juemin lifted his gaze slightly. Invisible ripples seemed to spread from him, and five ferocious phantoms flashed into existence behind his back for an instant.

On the Exorcism Saber, the Profound Evil True Gang, like black satin, flowed like water.

Five Phases Enter the Palace!

Light swirled in the depths of Fu Juemin’s eyes. Beneath the skin exposed by his clothing, countless dark purple channels emerged, forming strange and demonic patterns, like tattoos or talismans.

The Profound Evil True Gang suddenly surged tenfold. His black robes billowed without a wind, and an endless black light poured out from beneath them.

Within the lightning-ravaged alley... it was as if a massive, pitch-black, all-devouring sun was slowly rising!

Five Phases Amplification!

Immediately after, the endless True Gang abruptly converged, all of it flowing into the blade of the Exorcism Saber.

The original blackness actually began to fade rapidly, but the blade itself became extremely blurry, as if countless, densely packed ripples were layered one on top of another, undulating outward...

An indescribable sense of dread exploded in the dark-faced brute’s heart. The instincts of a Scenic Martial Artist who had undergone three organ fortifications drove him to unleash his full power without reservation!

"Punching!"

The lightning-ravaged Heart Scene rapidly collapsed toward the dark-faced brute’s body, and countless illusory bolts of thunder surged into his fist like a hundred rivers returning to the sea. His face was savage, veins bulging on his forehead, as he threw a punch at Fu Juemin!

"Eight-direction Thunder Pool!"

With that one punch, the walls on both sides of the alley began to explode and collapse in sections, with the brute as the epicenter!

Bricks and stones flew, dust filled the sky. The terrifying force of the punch, wrapped in Heart Scene Force, was like a miniature, real-life thunderstorm passing through, leaving no life in its wake.

And yet, faced with this punch, Fu Juemin merely made a casual motion to draw his saber.

Five Evils Return to the Origin!

The instant the Exorcism Saber slashed out, strange lights of five colors—silver, chi, cyan, purple, and yellow—seemed to flash in sequence across the ripple-laden blade before it became completely transparent and formless.

A single, extremely faint and thin ripple slashed out silently from the blade.

In a flash, it passed through the dark-faced brute’s body... continuing all the way to the end of the alley, only gradually dissipating after passing through Tu Kedi.

The sound of explosions and collapse in the alley came to an abrupt halt. The dark-faced brute remained frozen in his punching stance, unmoving, the savage expression locked on his face.

A slight breeze lifted Tu Kedi’s braided hair. He sat on his horse, eyes wide, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t get the words out...

SHING!—

Fu Juemin nonchalantly sheathed his saber.

The guard met the mouth of the scabbard with a crisp sound.

He turned.

"Uncle Tong."

Fu Juemin faced Li Tong, the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile as gentle as that of an old friend reunited.

"I trust you’ve been well."

The instant the last word left his lips—

Behind Fu Juemin, the magnificent, frozen Heart Scene Map of thunder shattered without warning and rapidly dissipated.

Then came the motionless dark-faced brute, and Tu Kedi on his horse, along with the fortified Demon Horse he sat on... almost at the same time, they all split into two halves.

Before the severed corpses even hit the ground, they were already showing large patches of scorching and decay.

Those Red Banner men and their horses who hadn’t been directly touched by the saber’s light also fell to the ground one by one, their faces twisted as they died silently, as if poisoned.

The street at that end of the alley fell completely silent...

The daylight from outside the alley slanted through the gap between the buildings, falling on Fu Juemin.

He faced Li Tong and the others, sunlight illuminating his bright smile and the light in his eyes.

But behind him was a scene of hell on earth, utterly devoid of vitality, not a single living thing left.

At this moment, the corpses, the decay, the dead silence... all formed a stark and bizarre contrast with the splendidly graceful Fu Juemin!

Bu Xingtian and the other were completely dumbstruck, frozen in place with their mouths slightly agape, unable to utter a single word.

Li Tong, who looked like a sick tiger, watched Fu Juemin, his lips moving slightly as if to say something.

Just then, wisps and tendrils of red mist began to drift into the corpse-strewn alley.

TAP.

TAP... TAP...

Footsteps.

It sounded like someone walking on the eaves, step by step, slowly approaching.

Li Tong looked up, his gaze flickering as he stared in a certain direction.

Fu Juemin watched with some curiosity as the crimson mist quickly drifted past him. Not far away, Bu Xingtian and the other one turned pale and began to tremble.

"That person... he’s caught up to us!"

Compared to the Manchu master who had just died at Fu Juemin’s hands, the person who had been relentlessly hunting them ever since they met Li Tong was, without a doubt, far more terrifying.

This fear had little to do with the difference in their strength. It was mainly because the repeated, cat-and-mouse chases had left them with immense psychological trauma.

"Who?"

Fu Juemin caught a wisp of red mist, rubbing it between his fingers as he asked casually.

Bu Xingtian, his face full of terror, hurried forward and was about to answer when a soft chuckle sounded above their heads.

Looking toward the sound, they saw that a tall and slender young figure had appeared at some point atop the high wall on one side of the alley.

The thick red mist emanated from him, spreading like a tide until it had filled the entire alley in an instant.

The figure walked down the face of the wall step by step, soon arriving before them. He was a handsome youth dressed in a snow-white student uniform.

He wore a smile, yet his entire being radiated a demonic aura. It was unclear how he did it, but by lightly tapping one foot against the wall, he hovered, firmly attached to the air.

The demonic youth looked down on them, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Fu Juemin and Li Tong before finally settling on Li Tong.

"Junior Martial Uncle Ji."

The youth looked at Li Tong with a playful expression and said with a grin, "I had no idea that you, of all people, had friends in Yingjing."

Li Tong didn’t answer, merely shifting his gaze to Fu Juemin.

With a placid expression, Fu Juemin reached for the hilt of the Exorcism Saber he had just sheathed.

But before his right hand could touch it, the demonic youth in the student uniform suddenly lunged at him, as if he had been wary of him for a long time.

"Thousand Corpses Court!"

The youth’s figure unfurled in mid-air like a Giant Bat, and the red mist filling the alley surged with him.

A blood-red ripple spread outward.

An illusory scene of a courtyard piled high with corpses and flowing with thick blood plasma rapidly unfolded behind him!

The demonic youth was embedded in the center of this tableau, his posture wild and arrogant. Between his brows, a crimson blood-eye glinted with a strange, demonic light.

The thick, metallic scent of blood was so strong it was almost nauseating.

Bu Xingtian and the girl, Xiaohong, turned deathly pale and collapsed limply to the ground.

At that exact moment, an endless Buddha Light blossomed in the alley, dispelling the vast, profane filth of blood and bringing with it a sense of peace and tranquility.

Amidst the brilliant Buddha Light, the hand Fu Juemin was supposed to use to grab the Exorcism Saber was now raised.

Between his five slender, fair fingers, a small Pure Land seemed to circle—Buddha Light flowed, faint sanskrit chants could be heard, and a glazed luster swirled within.

His palm pressed lightly toward the demonic youth descending from the sky.

The four great Iron Body Strange Skills of the former dynasty’s Celestial Blessing Temple contained the four great Buddhist Sect truths of Creation, Abiding, Decay, and Void. After integrating them with his Great Success Bright King Skill, the techniques Fu Juemin had previously comprehended naturally underwent numerous transformations.

This technique, the [Glazed Light Buddha Country], had now become—

"Glazed Light..."

"Palm Buddha Country!"

Before the palm had even landed, the Thousand Corpses Court Heart Scene behind the demonic youth shattered with a roar!

The youth’s expression changed drastically, but his descent didn’t slow. The third blood-eye on his forehead snapped wide open, and a thick, bloody light shone from beneath his snow-white student uniform as his aura began to skyrocket!

"Haha..."

He let out a manic laugh. On his once-handsome face, long, thin, bloody gashes split open, each one containing a bizarre eyeball.

His figure also began to change. His student uniform started ripping at the seams as his entire body seemed to be transforming into something inhuman.

But the fair hand that had just shattered his Heart Scene suddenly made a gentle turn.

The Palm Buddha Country instantly vanished, replaced by tangible, pale-gold chains that shot out rapidly from the center of the palm!

Each chain seemed to be composed of interlocking swastika symbols, carrying an indescribable air of solemn majesty. They bloomed outward like a lotus flower, then snapped shut.

One by one, they wrapped tightly around the youth’s body.

With every pale-gold swastika chain that sank into the youth’s body, his skyrocketing aura weakened, and one of the bloody gashes on his face closed...

The dense mass of golden chains bound the youth tightly!

Within the alley, the bloody light and red mist receded in an instant, as clean as an ebbing tide.

THUD!

The youth fell stiffly at Fu Juemin’s feet like a log of wood.

His entire body was rigid and motionless. Only his eyes remained, staring fixedly upward, his pupils filled with profound shock, terror, and disbelief.

Bright King Shackles Skill Fourth Layer, the Vajra Heart Lock.

It was both a cultivation method and a technique.

The Vajra Heart Lock could seal a person’s eight consciousnesses—Eye Consciousness, Ear Consciousness, Nose Consciousness, Tongue Consciousness, Body Consciousness, Consciousness, the Manas-vijnana, and the Alaya Consciousness!

The latter two were too profound; perhaps only the Celestial Fortune Martial Ancestor, Mahakala Ancestor Master, had been capable of it back then.

However, with his Great Success in the Vajra Heart Lock, combined with the Perfection Realm Pharmacist Skill and Dragon Elephant Skill, the fusion of three types of True Gang was more than enough to seal a person’s six consciousnesses.

The long alley, now devoid of the bloody mist, was perfectly quiet.

Even the wind had stopped. Fu Juemin looked down, calmly observing the youth at his feet as if inspecting an insignificant insect.

He spoke in a flat tone. His voice wasn’t loud, but in the silent alley, it was exceptionally clear:

"What sort of stray cat or dog..."

"...dares to interrupt my reunion with Uncle Tong."