Family Cultivation: My entire family are Villains

Chapter 276: 158, Song of Righteous Qi, Great Power of the Confucian Sect

The sea of blood that spanned a hundred miles above the Prefectural City churned and rolled, waves forming an enigmatic cloud.

It was as if heaven and earth had flipped over, the sky transformed into a surging expanse of crimson, within which a violent vortex slowly devoured all things around it, creating one elongated spatial fissure after another.

In contrast, the calm earth now resembled a silent sky.

As the blood sea vortex spun, it emitted an extremely powerful suction force, slowly pulling up the towering ancient tree at the city center, absorbing it in less than ten breaths.

Six masters levitated in the air, their gazes fixed on the blood-colored ocean above them, their faces filled with solemnity, even fear.

"Kekekekeke..."

The laughter that emanated from the sea of blood resonated across the hundred miles of land below, deeply unnerving. As the laughter grew more unchecked, the vortex at the center of the blood sea continuously shifted forms, at times becoming an octo-arm daemon with horns, at times a nine-headed hydra with wings, and at times a centipede with myriad legs... Each shape emitted a suffocatingly powerful aura.

"What's going on, isn't the Blood Demon's true form the Millennium Sophora tree? How can there be so many shapes?" Among the six masters, Monk Yuan Fa of the Great Snow Mountain Buddha Sect, the youngest, as he observed the changes in the blood sea, wore a look of disbelief and confusion.

"Demons are born of countless grievances, absorbing the essence of mountains and wilds, their bloodlines mottled and chaotic, inherently lacking a fixed form. It's only the lower-grade demons that adopt a fixed shape to appear before people.

When a demon ascends to the fourth grade, it can alter its bloodlines at will, transforming into myriad forms, embodying the myriad spectacles of Senluo; that's why the fourth grade is also called the Senluo Realm!"

Upon hearing Zhan Taiqing's response, Yuan Fa's expression blanked for a moment, then he quickly realized the implications, his face changing as he exclaimed in shock, "Fourth-grade demon?"

"Fourth-Rank Senluo Realm, apart from those with Shattered Realm capabilities… nobody can withstand!"

The one who said this was Zhang Yuning from Great Yu, holding the Peaceful Heaven Sword in hand, his gaze on the blood sea vortex in the sky, his voice already trembling slightly.

At this moment, among the six, only Zhan Taiqing and Zen Master Yuan Kong maintained their composure. It was as if they shared a tacit understanding, suddenly exchanging a glance through the distance, corners of their mouths revealing a cold smirk at the same time.

Zhan Taiqing swept a look over the other four, noticing the fearful expressions on their faces, and immediately sneered, "Weren't all of you holding back just a moment ago? Now that we're faced with a Fourth-Grade Senluo Realm great demon, do you feel fear?"

The four looked unnatural upon hearing this remark.

Only Zen Master Yuan Kong, upon hearing this, remained expressionless, quickly retorting confrontationally, "If it weren't for you from the Demon Sect acting unrighteously and ruling ineffectively over Yongzhou, causing people's resentment to boil over, how could such fierce creatures as fourth-grade demons be bred at will? We came here to slay demons and expel devils, yet we've been framed as the culprits behind this fourth-grade demon. Such distortion of truth and justice is indeed in the style of the Demon Sect!"

"Old bald donkey, you and these four beside you all know damn well how the Blood Demon was resurrected. Besides, when it comes to inverting right and wrong, could there be anyone in the world more skilled than your Chan Sect?"

Upon hearing "Chan Sect," Yuan Kong's eyes betrayed a flash of coldness.

Zhan Taiqing clearly knew how to provoke Yuan Kong and, seeing the infuriation rise on his face, she added fuel to the fire, continuing, "The governance of my Rakshasa Holy Sect may be termed ineffective, yet today we hold a region's land, ranked among the holy lands of the world. Your Chan Sect governs well, yet is left with only a few old farts, bitterly guarding the Xiling Path, slowly waiting to be devoured by Qinjian Villa."

As the veins on Yuan Kong's temple bulged visibly, Zhan Taiqing was relentless.

"Manipulating Zhao Yulong to oppress your own, your plan backfired, and now you reap what you sowed, getting your just deserts. The Buddhist Sect's inheritance for three thousand years once overshadowed even Confucianism and Daoism, yet in just a short millennium, several fools from your Chan Sect have played it to the point where you're barely holding onto the name of a Quasi-Holy Land, struggling to preserve your Dao Lineage. Both Confucianism and Daoism could now trample on you. Even now you don't seek progress, fixating on Tongling day in and day out. Do you really think Tongling is something you can covet? Even if my Holy Church were to give Tongling away for free, we wouldn't give it to such waste like you!"

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No one expected that the Master Fanyin, in her white robe, with a face as pure as snow and a dignified aura of a goddess, would speak so sharply, her words following one after the other, without pause.

And more bizarrely, despite such scathing criticism, the holy aura around her remained undiminished, and she did not seem like a vulgar banshee in a street row, but simply continued to calmly mock and scorn, leaving Zen Master Yuan Kong flushed with anger, his lips involuntarily chanting Buddhist scriptures, trying to calm down...

Zhang Yuning and the four others beside him were dumbstruck, speechless for a long time. They had now realized that Zhan Taiqing was far from the poised figure they initially thought she was.

"A sharp-tongued enchantress, I will kill you!"

Finally, Yuan Kong could no longer maintain his demeanor as an enlightened monk. With a roar, the Zen Staff radiated bright golden light, and with a leap, he charged towards Zhan Taiqing.

Confronted with the emotionally unhinged Yuan Kong, the disdain on Zhan Taiqing's face deepened, with the holy light around her body suddenly flaring up. Chanting the Moonlight Bodhisattva Mantra, her palms struck out in mid-air, clashing against him in a fierce battle.

"What time is it, and you're still fighting among yourselves."