Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One
Chapter 277 - 209: Slaughter the Familiar!

Chapter 277: Chapter 209: Slaughter the Familiar!

Zixia had only now come to understand that her worries about Li Ping’an were utterly superfluous, and she also fully realized the gap in cultivation between her and Li Ping’an. In her heart, she silently swore that after the Grand Ritual of the Heavenly Master ended, she must cultivate diligently; otherwise, the gap between her and Li Ping’an would grow wider, and worse, he might not even hold her in regard anymore.

"Eldest Senior Brother, I didn’t brag to you, did I? Isn’t my disciple Li Ping’an truly amazing?"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

Senior Brother Taishi Bao of Qingyun Sect watched in fear and relief, continuously thankful that he hadn’t confronted Li Ping’an. Otherwise... he might have been defeated by Li Ping’an in public and would have no face left in front of Zixia.

However, he was extremely curious about Li Ping’an’s current level of cultivation, as Li Ping’an seemed capable of not fighting back yet remained unharmed, which was truly a wonder and marvel, eliciting amazement.

...

"This Li Ping’an is indeed not simple."

Head of Heavenly Mist Sect, Mo Liqi, was not only astonished by Li Ping’an’s profound and unfathomable cultivation but was also surprised by the spells of the Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao:

"This Nangong Zhidao from Zhengyi Temple is so sinister! The spells he uses are getting more and more unorthodox. Compared to the cultivator Li Ping’an from Mount Longhu, I’m more curious about who this Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao is and what kind of spells he’s using?"

...

Senior Brother Xianyu Shu Qinghai of the Immeasurable Sect watched with increasing disappointment and couldn’t help whispering to his master:

"Master, I want to see Li Ping’an’s flaws and weaknesses, but since Li Ping’an is motionless, I really can’t see where his flaws and weaknesses are. If Li Ping’an wins and I have to fight him, I don’t know how to start!"

Head of Immeasurable Sect, Taishu Yiqing, was even more nervous:

"Although Li Ping’an is motionless, as your master, I can see that he is using the spells of the Taoist sect. However, this Nangong Zhidao from Zhengyi Temple is not right; he seems not to use the spells of Zhengyi Temple. So I’m worried about what you would do if you encountered this sinister Nangong Zhidao?"

Immeasurable Sect disciples expressed their concerns:

"Then we can only hope that Li Ping’an wins. In any case, both of these people are not simple!"

...

"So Li Ping’an has been pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger all this time!"

"Yes, I didn’t expect this kid to be so powerful!"

"This nearly broken lineage of the Orthodox Zhengyi Master Sect from Mount Longhu has actually fostered a Taoist expert like Li Ping’an. Impressive!"

"It seems I misunderstood Li Ping’an. He is not a moocher or ’Shameless.’ He’s just someone who keeps a low profile!"

"But this Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao is also not simple! Look how ruthless and venomous he is when he strikes! If it were used on us, we would have been dead long ago!"

"But are the moves he uses spells from Zhengyi Temple?"

"They shouldn’t be."

"We can just ask the cultivators from Zhengyi Temple."

The cultivators from the smaller sects took this opportunity to look towards the cultivators from Zhengyi Temple and asked:

"Brothers from Zhengyi Temple, are the spells used by your fellow brother Nangong Zhidao from Zhengyi Temple?"

"This..."

The cultivators from Zhengyi Temple had nothing to say. They had long realized that their fellow brother Nangong Zhidao’s techniques were not from Zhengyi Temple, but they hadn’t explicitly said so to save face for their sect.

Now that they were being questioned by many, they remained tight-lipped, silent, awaiting the final outcome, and thought it wasn’t too late to ask after Nangong Zhidao and Li Ping’an had finished their fight.

...

The Ghost Taoist, with his half-ghost, half-zombie face, revealed a sinister smile and nodded in appreciation as he watched Li Ping’an:

"Kid, you’re stronger than I thought. It looks like you’ve got plenty of secrets on you. Though I’m not interested in you, if that person finds out about you, you’re not going to survive, but luckily that person isn’t here."

...

Everyone watched in amazement, even becoming terrified, except for Wang Tianran, who was about to fall asleep out of boredom. After yawning, he taunted the Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao who was attacking Li Ping’an:

"Nangong Zhidao, haven’t you eaten? You don’t have strength when you’re hitting someone. You said you want to kill Li Ping’an to avenge, but if you can’t do it, you better rest!"

Provoked by Wang Tianran, the Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao changed his tactics:

"Ghost Mother Fire!"

Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao formed a strange Dharma Seal with his right hand. Shadows of blackish grey billowed out from him, gradually forming the shape of a Ghost Mother, and then violently latched onto Nangong Zhidao’s body.

The once fairy-like and handsome Nangong Zhidao suddenly turned into a fiendishly fierce figure, his skin turning pitch black. Then he opened his mouth wide at Li Ping’an:

"Release!"

Black flames burst out like a flooding torrent from the mouth of the Zhengyi Taoist Cultivator Nangong Zhidao, rolling towards Li Ping’an.

Everyone could tell that the black flames spewing out from Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao were no ordinary fires—their malevolent and brutal nature was overt and surely touched by evil. It was thought that anyone who came into contact with them would be either dead or seriously maimed.

"This beast has so many tricks up his sleeve! He’s even using Fire Element Techniques!"

Li Ping’an cursed, but then he smiled faintly:

"Divine Skills: Sitting Fire!"

Li Ping’an remained motionless, but a faint red flame appeared from head to toe, protecting his skin, hair, and clothes.

"Li Ping’an isn’t dodging? He truly has a death wish!"

Amidst the astonished cries of the crowd, everyone saw the rolling flames engulf Li Ping’an, wrapping and scorching him until his entire figure was submerged in the black flames.