Cultivation: I Have Studied Abroad in the Modern World
Chapter 459 - 250: There Is Reason in It, Reward According to Merit

Chapter 459: Chapter 250: There Is Reason in It, Reward According to Merit

Within the Blood Slaughter Formation, a pin drop could be heard.

The three Netherworld Immortals engaged in magical combat seemed as if frozen in time.

Behind Wuzhi, the Buddha holding the Vajra Pestle, turned his head towards the Sun and Moon Clock and remained motionless, even showing a somewhat silly desire to scratch his head.

Needless to mention the Netherworld Immortal.

He stared blankly at the gap in the Five Directions Blood Killing Formation, where there should have been a Blood Slaughter Flag.

This was the flag he had painstakingly refined, even going so far as to kill the Yin Yang Rakshasa to create it!

For this, he had even lost his Yang God, a price too great to speak of.

Yet with a single flash of a rainbow light, the Blood Slaughter Flag vanished. All he could see was the tail end of that light, and he even felt like it was mocking him for all his elaborate schemes.

...

It was also very quiet in the Jiushan Realm.

Zheng Fa’s face was a bit pale. He had used three Innate Divine Abilities in a row, and faced with these unfathomable Divinity Transformed beings, he was extremely nervous. He had truly exhausted his every effort, and both his Divine Soul and Spiritual Power were significantly depleted.

He looked at the Blood Slaughter Flag in front of him with satisfaction—

Originally, Zheng Fa had intervened in this matter to prevent the resurrection of the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor.

As for the affairs of the Xuanwei Five Sects, and even matters of the Demon Sect and Immortal Sect, they were of no real concern to him.

Now that he had taken one Blood Slaughter Flag, his primary goal had been initially achieved.

He was summing up the losses and gains in his heart when he felt an eerie silence around him, and upon looking up, he saw Zhang, Master Pang, and even Blood River Ancestor staring at the Blood Slaughter Flag in his hand, their gazes somewhat vacant.

"What’s wrong?"

Everyone shook their heads, seemingly unable to articulate the complexity in their hearts.

However, Zhang had a hint of amusement in her eyes: "Junior brother, your timing was impeccable. It was truly like pulling the rug out from under someone!"

Zheng Fa felt somewhat proud, indeed it had been an inspiration—

The Netherworld Immortal might look formidable now, but he was clearly injured. Even if he had a trump card, most of his attention would probably have been on Master Cheng Kong and Wuzhi.

It was unlikely he was guarded against him.

This was still somewhat risky, well, at least it was a big risk for Zheng Fa’s character—but it was certainly better than the Netherworld Immortal killing Master Cheng Kong and resurrecting the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor.

If the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor were to come back to life, given his interest in the Jiushan Realm and Zheng Fa, it would be a bigger trouble.

Compared to that outcome, this risk was naturally nothing.

As he looked at the Blood Slaughter Flag in his hand, he turned to look at Blood River Ancestor again, his expression a bit strange.

Yet Blood River Ancestor seemed to understand Zheng Fa’s thoughts—don’t panic, you only have one father!

A sense of bizarre but genuine warmth filled Blood River Ancestor’s heart...

Master Pang’s eyes flickered, then he suddenly burst into laughter: "What do you think those three outside are still fighting for?"

...

The three Netherworld Immortals were also pondering this question—

What are we fighting for?

Wuzhi had already quietly stepped back two steps, clearly not wanting to fight anymore. It was understandable. He had only attacked the Netherworld Immortal out of fear of the Demon Ancestor’s resurrection, and now the Blood Slaughter Flag had been taken, so his worry was naturally gone.

He was not friends with either party, and one might even say he had offended both sides, and naturally wanted to preserve his strength.

If he didn’t fight, Master Cheng Kong naturally couldn’t win anymore—because he couldn’t beat them.

Although the two of them hadn’t cooperated well earlier, their joint effort was just barely enough to maintain a balance.

Now that Wuzhi had withdrawn, Master Cheng Kong would inevitably only be able to take a beating.

But the Netherworld Immortal wanted to fight!

His Dharma Body’s face was already scowling, and now it added even more ferocity. The Golden Red Tai Chi Diagram above his head had seemed a bit dim before, after all, he was also injured, but at that moment, it burst forth with renewed vigor, displaying immense power, crushing down on Master Cheng Kong.

What frustrated Zheng Fa was, you can smash Master Cheng Kong all you want, why are you glaring at me!

Master Cheng Kong seemed quite adept at defending himself, swirling his dust whisk to send out currents of gentle wind, exhibiting a soft yet invincible demeanor, quite poised.

In other words, he looked quite suitable for taking a beating.

As the stalemate continued, Zheng Fa noticed Xie Qingxue slowly standing up. Although she didn’t move much, the Netherworld Immortal couldn’t help but stiffen, clearly wary of her.

Xie Qingxue first glanced at Wuzhi, who said: "This young monk only came for the Quiet Bamboo and has no intentions of colluding with the Demon Sect."

This was the conflict between the Supreme Dao and Thunder Sound Temple.

Xie Qingxue clearly didn’t care or want to intervene. She turned her head towards the Jiushan Realm, then stared at the Netherworld Immortal, as if looking for an opportunity.

The Netherworld Immortal seemed even more cautious, keeping the Golden Red Tai Chi Diagram close to him, devoting most of his attention to guarding against Xie Qingxue.

Zheng Fa’s mind stirred. He glanced at the lonely Blood Slaughter Flag beside him, feeling it didn’t look very nice—mostly because the Blood Slaughter Flag could still be re-forged, and it would be safer to steal one or two more.

His Spiritual Power and Divine Soul had somewhat recovered at this time, and with a thought, he flew out of the Jiushan Realm.

He hadn’t moved yet.

But the Netherworld Immortal suddenly calmed down, his sleeves sweeping up the remaining four Blood Slaughter Flags, turning into a streak of mysterious light, and he ran!

He ran very fast.

As Master Cheng Kong watched his retreating figure, his expression was complex as he glanced at Zheng Fa.

With Xie Qingxue holding the Qingping Sword, having just extinguished the Netherworld Immortal’s Yang God, the latter was just a bit cautious.

But when Zheng Fa appeared... this man ran.

This shows just how deep a psychological scar that tunneling light had left on the Netherworld Immortal.

Zheng Fa thought that the Netherworld Immortal probably knew that Xie Qingxue’s initial attack took a bit long, he could first assess the situation.