Chapter 249: Remnants of the Shaman Sect!

The middle-aged maid’s face twisted with venomous hatred, and her sword poised to thrust forward again.

Bang!

Qi and blood surged from Li Yanchu’s palm, penetrating outward. The little ghost instantly dispersed, and its soul was completely annihilated.

+ 100 merit points!

"Brazen fiend, you’re courting death!" Billows of qi and blood roared skyward from Li Yanchu’s body, like a great furnace blazing in full force.

Five-Lightning Talisman! Spirit Officer Summoning Talisman! Jiaoslayer! Eight Trigrams Mirror! Talismanic armor! Clearheart Jade Pendant! Heaven-Illuminating Seal!

The divine aura and the lightning-fire qi erupted at once. Like an invisible shockwave, it blasted through the room, scattering every trace of yin and evil energy.

From within the middle-aged maid, a woman’s shrill scream rang out, only to cut off abruptly moments later.

+ 500 merit points!

Another fierce spirit had been obliterated simply by the force of Li Yanchu’s aura.

Everyone in the room felt a warm current brush past them, filling their hearts with uprightness. A soothing comfort spread through their bodies, and they felt no fear even in the depths of night and even after encountering filthy, unclean spirits.

When the heart was steady, the spirit was at peace. The yin qi within the Han young lady was instantly purged, and her eyes cleared.

Han Zhong’s face lit up with joy, and he prepared to step forward to give thanks. But Li Yanchu’s gaze turned cold, and he looked off toward a certain point in the night.

Just now, when he had unleashed his aura, he had clearly sensed a cold, sinister presence stirring somewhere in Han Fortress.

It was a deeply hidden evil qi, but it had been provoked into movement.

"Good... You’ve finally shown yourself," Li Yanchu sneered.

"Steward Han, tonight I will rid Han Fortress of its root trouble. This spirit may be vicious, but I’ll just consider it a bonus."

With a flicker of movement, he vanished like a gust of wind, and the young Daoist was gone from sight.

Another spirit?!

Han Zhong’s face turned ashen, while the Han young lady’s brows knitted together.

Following that strange sensation from earlier, Li Yanchu quickly arrived outside a stone chamber.

If Han Zhong were here, he would surely be shocked, for this was the Han Fortress lord’s cultivation chamber, where he sought the Dao and immortality.

Li Yanchu’s eyes turned icy cold as he gazed at the stone chamber, its entrance sealed by an expert’s formation. The chamber was built of huge, solid stones, and some sinister formation was inscribed upon it.

In the vision of his Qi Sight, he could see streams of black vapor flowing over its surface like running water. Li Yanchu had already crossed hands with Grand Magus Bantu before, so he recognized this aura as belonging to the Shaman Sect. He knew this was most likely also the handiwork of the Shaman Sect.

The entire stone chamber was built as a single seamless whole, and its heavy stone gate weighed at least ten thousand jin, only able to be opened by some special mechanism. No guards were stationed nearby.

Boom

!

Li Yanchu simply slammed a fist into it. Black mist rippled, sending out layers of massive shockwaves, but the chamber itself remained unscathed. This formation and barrier were clearly formidable, drawing upon the power of the earth’s veins.

A flash of killing intent passed through Li Yanchu’s eyes.

His body tensed like a great ox-horn bow drawn to the full, and he hurled himself at the stone chamber with an unstoppable, crushing force!

Divine Astral Hands! Iron Mountain Slam!

In Li Yanchu’s hands, these simple moves carried overwhelming might.

Rumble!

The heavy stone gate, weighing tens of thousands of jin, was shattered from the outside by sheer force. The black-mist barrier couldn’t withstand this surging power, and it broke apart instantly!

Hearing the commotion, the Han Fortress people rushed over, only to be stunned on the spot. To break open such an indestructible, massive stone gate with nothing but one’s own strength!?

They could hardly believe it!

If they knew the entire stone chamber was protected by a powerful restriction, they would find it even more incredible!

A gust of yin wind immediately poured out from within. This was the eruption of yin qi after the barrier was destroyed! But that soul-piercing, bone-chilling gale suddenly froze in place... and dissipated.

It was the divine artifact, Wind Tamer!

Li Yanchu’s qi and blood blazed like the noonday sun, his astral qi forming a blazing, pure yang shield before him as he charged straight inside.

The stone chamber was brightly lit, as well as grand and imposing. It was like a hidden realm within. From the outside, it already looked enormous, but inside, the space was even vaster.

"Such petty tricks, yet you dare flaunt them before me? You think I can be blinded by ghosts?" Li Yanchu bellowed, then slashed down with one fierce strike.

Clang!

The tyrannical saber qi obliterated everything in his path.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

+100 merit points! +100 merit points! +100 merit points!

He earned seven hundred merit points in total, claimed in a single sweep!

The scene around him shifted, and the layout remained the same, but it now exuded a chilling, sinister aura.

Inside the stone chamber, row after row of corpses stood upright, their dead eyes fixed intently on Li Yanchu.

They were all jiangshi clothed in varied garb: some were people of the Central Plains, some barbarians, some merchants from the Western Regions, and some northern tribesmen. The only things they shared were blood-red eyes and razor-sharp nails.

A robed elder in brocade sat high upon a stone dais, bearing an air of solemn authority. As he slowly extended a finger toward Li Yanchu, the corpses around him suddenly moved, charging forward in a relentless tide to kill!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Li Yanchu raised his saber and plunged into them, slashing with the knife, smashing with his fists, chopping with his palms, and striking with his elbows.

One by one, these corpse-bodies as hard as refined iron were blasted apart. They collapsed into pools of blood, which his searing qi and blood instantly boiled away, leaving nothing. There was not even time for them to turn into yin miasma or filth.

Li Yanchu’s aura was overwhelming, and his gaze was contemptuous.

"Stop hiding behind a mask, you’ve taken control of Han Fortress’s lord, so why not face me yourself!"

His voice echoed through the stone chamber, shaking dust loose from the ceiling. The Shaman Sect had slaughtered caravans, and he absolutely refused to believe Han Fortress could have escaped untouched.

Lying in wait here and snaring prey that came to them was far more efficient than hunting on the road. With one glance, he had seen that the brocaded elder was being controlled by some kind of puppet technique!

An old voice sounded, "Who exactly are you, and why are you meddling in this matter?"

A figure materialized. It was a barbarian elder with cold eyes and a murky aura, and he held a twisted staff in his hand.

Li Yanchu’s heart stirred, and he asked in return, "You’re Atamu?"

The barbarian elder said in a deep voice, "Correct. Since you know my name, you should know that behind me stands the Grand Shaman Bantu. You’ve provoked the entire Shaman Sect!"

Li Yanchu sneered, "Bantu has already betrayed your sect, you don’t need to wave the Shaman banner at me to scare me."

Atamu’s eyes narrowed, and his brows furrowed. "Who are you, really?"

Li Yanchu’s voice was icy cold as he said, "A man who meddles!"

He raised his saber and charged straight at Atamu!

Atamu slammed the end of his staff heavily into the ground, and a black barrier instantly enveloped him, then he began chanting a mantra.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

One corpse after another suddenly exploded.

Corpse Explosion Technique!

The qi shield around Li Yanchu’s body blocked the blast waves and poisonous flesh from these corpse detonations. His talismanic armor was activated.

Drawing on the blood and qi boost granted by the talismanic armor, he brought his saber down in a single slash, cleaving open the black barrier in front of Atamu.

Atamu’s figure suddenly vanished, and in the next instant, he reappeared to Li Yanchu’s right rear. A

jiangshi

now stood beneath Li Yanchu’s Jiaoslayer!

Shamanic sorcery, Corpse Substitution!

Slash

! The arc of saber-qi passed through, thereafter the

jiangshi

was utterly destroyed and reduced to nothing but drifting ash.