Immortal Venerable's Order
Chapter 469 - 462: Divine Artifact Aura

Chapter 469: Chapter 462: Divine Artifact Aura

Now Yan Rufeng possessed a Demigod Body. At the moment when his Divine’s pressure descended on the Netherworld Star, all living beings felt the wrath of a God, and instantly, they all prostrated themselves on the ground, worshiping the place where Yan Rufeng was.

Yan Rufeng was furious, but he did not kill the innocent indiscriminately. He only targeted Gudu Mohan, but his spread Divine Sense did not find Gudu Mohan on the Netherworld Star.

Retracting his Divine Sense, Yan Rufeng’s figure appeared in front of Qingxiao. Seeing Qingxiao, whose entire body was bound by iron chains, Yan Rufeng felt a pang of heartache.

With a wave of his large hand, the iron chains on Qingxiao turned to dust, and the unconscious Qingxiao’s body went soft and fell down.

Yan Rufeng caught Qingxiao and transferred a wisp of Divine Origin into her body.

The Divine Origin flowed through Qingxiao’s extraordinary meridians, constantly repairing the damaged parts along the way. After one Grand Circulation, Qingxiao’s pale complexion gradually became rosy and glowing, and her breathing grew stronger.

Seeing this, Yan Rufeng withdrew the Divine Origin and patiently waited for Qingxiao to wake up.

Moments later, Qingxiao’s eyelids fluttered slightly.

"Such a warm feeling, am I dead?" Qingxiao, held in Yan Rufeng’s arms, murmured with slightly parted lips.

"Qingxiao, open your eyes and see who I am," Yan Rufeng said faintly.

"Why does it sound like Master here?"

Qingxiao suddenly opened her eyes. The moment she saw Yan Rufeng, tears started to flow uncontrollably.

"Master, is it really you?"

Seeing Qingxiao awake, Yan Rufeng knew her injuries were healed, and she could move freely, so he let her down.

With a thud.

Qingxiao knelt in front of Yan Rufeng.

"Master, this disciple knows her mistakes."

"Xiao’er, what mistakes have you made?" Yan Rufeng said faintly.

"Master, this disciple should not have listened to Gudu Mohan and should not have harbored a covetous heart for your Cultivation Technique, causing your body to explode and die."

Qingxiao, kneeling, moved two steps forward and looked up at Yan Rufeng.

"Master, this disciple truly had no intention of harming you..."

"Sob sob sob～"

Yan Rufeng shook his head.

"Xiao’er, back then, before you and Jiayao made your decision, did you not consider the consequences?"

Qingxiao lowered her head.

"Master, that matter had nothing to do with my sister. My sister sent you the Communication Immortal Sword under my instigation."

"Xiao’er, even thinking of pleading for Jiayao. Do you know, between you and Jiayao, I cherished you the most? Yet you did not understand my painstaking care."

"Sob sob～"

The ground was wet with tears. Prostrate on the ground, Qingxiao wept uncontrollably.

"Master, now this disciple only seeks death to atone for her crimes of betraying her master and ancestors."

"Sigh!"

Yan Rufeng sighed and said, "Xiao’er, you have now lost all your cultivation, and you are also a victim of this incident. Get up, I won’t punish you."

Qingxiao, kneeling on the ground, showed no intention of getting up.

With his hands behind his back, Yan Rufeng suddenly raised his voice.

"Xiao’er, are you even disobeying my words now?"

Only then did Qingxiao rise, tremblingly standing beside Yan Rufeng.

Suddenly, Yan Rufeng produced a silk handkerchief and wiped the tears from Qingxiao’s face. He spoke earnestly, "Xiao’er, after this, I hope you understand that some things are not what you imagine them to be. Some things can be done; some must never be done. Once you break the moral bottom line, the one who ends up hurt is you!"

Qingxiao responded weakly.

"This disciple will remember Master’s teachings!"

At this moment, Yan Rufeng suddenly furrowed his brows.

"Gudu Mohan is here."

Upon hearing Gudu Mohan’s name, Qingxiao’s face changed, her almond-shaped eyes widened.

"Master, this disciple’s entire cultivation was destroyed by Gudu Mohan. Please seek revenge for this disciple."

Yan Rufeng said angrily, "Xiao’er, don’t worry. Even if you had not asked, I would not let Gudu Mohan go either."

Qingxiao knelt down again.

"Thank you, Master!"

"Master!"

The Creation Divine Sword’s voice sounded somewhat anxious.

Yan Rufeng furrowed his brows, and his heart sank.

"What could make the Creation Divine Sword so tense?"

"Master, I suddenly sensed a familiar aura. There will undoubtedly be a fierce battle today!"

Heeding the Creation Divine Sword’s warning, Yan Rufeng did not dare to delay. He hurriedly stored Qingxiao into the Azure Dragon Star, raised his sword, rushed out of the dungeon, and soared skyward, flying toward the direction of Gudu Mohan.

At the same time that Yan Rufeng discovered Gudu Mohan, Gudu Mohan also detected Yan Rufeng.

When he was less than a million miles away from Gudu Mohan, Yan Rufeng faintly said, "Xiao Jian, what exactly is that familiar aura you sensed?"

"Master, that aura belongs to a Divine Sword!"

"Hah!"

Yan Rufeng drew in a cold breath.

"I did not expect Gudu Mohan to have obtained a Divine Sword as well. No wonder he acts so recklessly!"

The distance between Yan Rufeng and Gudu Mohan grew closer and closer.

"Yan Rufeng, you still came after all!"

From ten thousand miles away, a domineering voice rang out.

"Heh heh!"

Yan Rufeng sneered, "Brother Gudu, long time no see."

"Yan Rufeng, save your damned familiarity for someone else," Gudu Mohan retorted.

With one hand holding his sword, Yan Rufeng stood poised in mid-air, not advancing a step further.

"Brother Gudu, I, Yan Rufeng, have not fallen to the point where I need to cozy up to you."

"Ha-ha..."

Gudu Mohan laughed wildly.

"Yan Rufeng, you truly did not disappoint me. I never expected that after hearing news of your rebirth, in just over two years, I can no longer gauge your cultivation. The ’Absorption Immortal Technique’ is indeed powerful."

"Absorption Immortal Technique?"

"Heh!"

Yan Rufeng chuckled.

"Brother Gudu, do you think I, Yan Rufeng, need to use the Absorption Immortal Technique to improve my cultivation?"

"Hmph!"

Gudu Mohan snorted coldly.

"Whether you need it or not is your business, not mine."

Suddenly, a suffocating surge of killing intent emanated from Gudu Mohan.

"Yan Rufeng, an anomaly like you who harbors Demonic World Cultivation Techniques is an enormous threat to the entire Immortal Domain. Today, I, Gudu Mohan, will act on behalf of heaven and eradicate you from existence."

"Heh-heh, acting on behalf of heaven. That’s a good one!"

Yan Rufeng said faintly, "Very well then, Gudu Mohan, let us settle our grievances here and now."

"Grievances?"

"Ha-ha..."

Gudu Mohan laughed incessantly.

"Yan Rufeng, do you and I have anything like grievances? Don’t be so self-absorbed. If I wanted to kill you, it would only take one strike. If it weren’t for the fact that I saw some use in you back then, do you think you would have had the chance to be reborn?"

"Sword, come!"

"Zing!"

The sound of the sword resounded through the heavens and earth. A blue light flashed, and in Gudu Mohan’s hand, a longsword flickering with blue light suddenly appeared.

With a wave of his large hand, a white light flashed, and a Dragon and Phoenix hairpin hovered in front of Gudu Mohan.

Gudu Mohan’s face changed, surprised, "Yan Rufeng, what do you mean by this?"

Yan Rufeng’s lips curled into a faint smile.

"Gudu Mohan, I, the Honorable, have no other intentions. Just asking if you recognize this item."