Super Invincible Immortal Doctor
Chapter 1565 - 1566: One Has Left

Chapter 1565: Chapter 1566: One Has Left

"Then come!"

Accompanied by Qing Tian’s thunderous roar, the already sky-obliterating Dharma Body grew several sizes larger, making the bloody wounds on its body even more terrifying.

However, as the Qing Tian Dharma Body rose in stature, Cang Qing True Master also took flight once more, maintaining a lofty position as if a Heavenly Immortal looking down upon Qing Tian.

Facing Qing Tian’s resolution, Cang Qing remained emotionally unflustered. With a few flicks of his fingers, the three Dharma Seals beside him all merged into the chains in his hands, making the originally simple Immortal Binding Lock shine with even more golden brilliance in Cang Qing True Master’s grasp.

"Don’t die."

After these softly spoken words, the second lash heavily struck down upon Qing Tian.

The Dharma Body’s skin split and flesh burst open, the Dao Sect shook, and the mountains trembled; the whole world seemed to violently quiver because of this one lash.

The crowd still by the ancient well, witnessing this scene, were so shaken they found themselves at a loss for words.

Even Ao Tian and Bai Qiu, who hailed from The Immortal World, were stunned by this display, and it took a while before Bai Qiu slowly began to speak: "Comparable to a Heavenly Immortal."

Ao Tian instinctively wanted to retort but, recalling the imposing force of that one strike, ultimately swallowed his words, muttering.

"If the Heaven’s Gate of this world hadn’t malfunctioned, I reckon a batch of new ascended immortals would have already flown up to The Immortal World."

Dao Kong, who was still healing, seemed to know more of the ins and outs, slightly turned his head to speak: "It’s possible that not only the Heaven’s Gate is problematic."

"Senior?"

Bei Tang Qian Xiao, seeing Dao Kong forcing himself to speak, immediately asked with concern.

Dao Kong waved his hand, knowing that these eighty-one lashes wouldn’t end anytime soon, and he still had at least half the time to recover his physical condition.

"My injuries are not a concern; Cang Qing True Master intervened in time, and I was not fundamentally harmed. But for now, let’s let that young Taoist Priest take a break first."

What Dao Kong referred to naturally was Chen Mengmeng, who had yet to recover from the shock; having witnessed Cang Qing True Master’s determination, he certainly understood what his own master was currently doing.

Cang Qing had severed the bond of grace between Qing Tian and the Dao Sect, clearly pushing himself to a dead end.

With her mind still in disarray, Chen Mengmeng swallowed hard, struggling to accept and said.

"Did I cause my master’s death?"

"Mengmeng!"

Upon hearing Chen Mengmeng’s words, Bei Tang Qian Xiao immediately shouted out, clearly not wanting Chen Mengmeng to blame herself for what happened.

Then, with teary eyes, Chen Mengmeng looked up, her voice filled with confusion: "Isn’t it so? If we hadn’t come, at most my master would have just been trapped here, he would never have..."

Slap!

Bei Tang Qian Xiao delivered a heavy slap directly onto Chen Mengmeng’s face and then said with a resolute expression: "Chen Mengmeng, if you really think that way, then you are truly letting me down. Cang Qing True Master placed the future of Qingcheng Sect on your shoulders, is he dying for your sake? He is doing this for the entirety of Qingcheng Sect, for the whole world! And what are you doing right now?"

The harsh words snapped the dreamer awake.

Despite the trek through the Kunwu Realm and witnessing the perils of the outside world, Chen Mengmeng had never truly grown up, and this slap was what truly brought her to a state of awakening.

Dao Kong, watching this unfold from a distance, instinctively wanted to bow down in respect, but after pondering for a moment, he brought his hands together, bowing slightly and said softly.

"All is impermanent, only karma follows."

From this moment on, the once most innocent and guileless young Taoist Priest of Qingcheng Sect finally carried karma that was his own.

"It’s time to go."

Dao Kong slowly rose to his feet, speaking softly.

This time, Chen Mengmeng did not say anything further, only lifting her gaze once more to look at the Cang Qing True Master in the sky above.

With her entire mental strength focused on settling the karma between Cang Qing and Qing Tian, at this moment, Cang Qing seemed unable to even lower her head for one last look at her former disciple.

The final meeting between master and disciple had no extra words, not even an exchanged glance; in the next moment, they would be thousands of miles apart.

That day, was the first time Chen Mengmeng saw the Cang Qing True Master in her full splendor.

That day was also, in Chen Mengmeng’s eyes, the day the Cang Qing True Master appeared most powerless.

In an ancient town not far from the Capital City, within a quaint loft, a relatively young man was savoring tea with subtle appreciation.

If someone from the Capital Demon Slayer Bureau was here at this moment, they would immediately recognize the two people seated opposite to him, who were the former Saint Envoys of the Demon Slayer Department.

The former Qian Jun Saint Envoy, Mo Ningchen.

The former Cang Xue Saint Envoy, Yan Ruyu.

In the presence of a man with such status, one was exceedingly restrained, fearful that the slightest movement might offend the man before them.

The other was carefully cautious, filled with dread for everything around them.

Seeing Mo Ningchen’s caution, the man passed a cup of tea to him with a smile, speaking softly.

"Saint Envoy Qian Jun needn’t be on such tenterhooks; I have no traps planned for you. There are many in this world who wish for your demise; if I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t need to lift a finger myself."

Mo Ningchen’s brow tightened, and he said subconsciously: "But there aren’t many in this world who can kill me."

"Not even Su Chengyu?"

The man presented an answer, but seeing that the other party still seemed to want to argue and quibble, he continued: "What about Feng Jie Yu? Or Yang Chengyin? And what about the entire Demon Slayer Department and Dragon Soul Department?"

Finally, unable to hold back, Mo Ningchen said: "I know I’m in a desperate situation; otherwise, I wouldn’t be here. But even so, if you want me to join you, you must show me some of your cards, right?"

Cui Manlou chuckled lightly upon hearing this; he knew that what the other side wanted wasn’t a promise of something from him—people like Mo Ningchen wouldn’t believe that.

What he wanted to know was why he should choose to align with the Demonic Path, side with an organization that had silenced its presence and hidden away within Xia Country for over a hundred years, not daring to stir the slightest trouble.

"Those who achieve great things lay out the details; a hundred years of lying low is but a part of our plan. We are simply waiting for the right moment; once it comes, overthrowing Xia Country will be a mere flip of the hand."’

"Overthrow it with words?"

Mo Ningchen scoffed, clearly not taking Cui Manlou’s pie-in-the-sky talk seriously.

"Qian Jun..."

On the side, Cang Xue spoke up, clearly worried that Mo Ningchen’s words would aggravate Cui Manlou; after all, it was he who had brought Mo Ningchen to this place.

"It’s fine, I like his directness, and it is true that powerful people can be temperamental. In terms of talent, he really isn’t much inferior to the likes of Su Chengyu, Yang Qianyan and others; it’s just that his resources have been too limited..."

"Hmph, do you think by saying such things, I will take a liking to you?"

Cui Manlou’s sugar-coated cannonballs still did not sway Mo Ningchen in the slightest.

Just then, a bird flew in from outside the window, landing on the tea table and instantly turning into a strip of paper, which Cui Manlou picked up and read softly.

"What perfect timing, let me tell you some good news first."

"One of the leaders of the Dao Sect has fallen."