The Holy Lord of the demonic sect was a master of the face-changing art, and the one who inherited this technique was the third of the Seven Apostles, Shang Zhai.
After transforming into a Fengqing Sect Disciple, Shang Zhai flashed a bizarre and eerie smile at Fu Yi.
Both corners of his mouth seemed to split open, curling up until they reached his ears. His tongue snaked out from the slit, tracing an arc through the air as it slid from the left side of his face to the right.
Fu Yi felt a wave of intense physical revulsion, and the arrow in her hand had already flown out.
The result was the same as before. The moment Fu Yi’s sharp arrow took flight, the scream of another disciple rang in her ears. Shang Zhai’s speed was even faster than her arrow!
Every time he killed someone, he would take on their appearance. This made it difficult for Fu Yi to lock onto his position immediately, causing her movements to always be one step behind his.
However, Fu Yi did not lose her composure. As an archer, if she lost her cool at a time like this, she could forget about ever hitting her enemy again.
Zhenqi surged wildly from Fu Yi’s body, and her eyes erupted with a brilliance like starlight, as if she could perceive the entire situation at a single glance.
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A second later, Fu Yi drew her bowstring to its limit and fired an arrow toward the sky!
“Hey now… you haven’t given up on yourself, have you?” Shang Zhai mocked in a weird, sarcastic tone.
But just as he finished speaking, the arrow that was originally shot toward the sky suddenly split into a massive number of qi arrows radiating an eerie light.
They ricocheted toward Shang Zhai from every possible angle, leaving no blind spots!
This move was called Evil Exorcism: Scatter.
The arrows scattered, driving away the evil!
Shang Zhai had underestimated her. Struck by several arrows, he reverted to his original form, clad in a black robe.
If it had been just a few ordinary arrows, it would have been nothing more than an itch to Shang Zhai.
“Heh… you’ve got some skill.”
Focusing his attention on the longbow in Fu Yi’s hand, Shang Zhai sneered, “You’ve got some skill.”
He realized that the true secret did not lie in Fu Yi’s arrows, but in that bow.
“Wind” flowed across the bow as if it were a living thing, quietly awaiting Fu Yi’s next command.
This bow was an earth-grade artifact. After it had recognized Fu Yi as its master, its quality had improved once more, becoming even more powerful.
Every arrow fired from this bow would carry the power of the “wind.”
The scattered arrows from moments ago caused an initial wound when they pierced Shang Zhai’s flesh, and the “wind” that immediately invaded his body would inflict a second wave of damage.
Each scattered arrow dealt multiple hits. It was hard to imagine what a person’s body would become if they were struck by several more of Fu Yi’s arrows.
“Evil Exorcism—Scatter!”
Fu Yi led the remaining disciples of the Orthodox Faction and launched a counterattack.
A massive barrage of scattered arrows fell like a rain of stars, locking onto Shang Zhai as they attacked him from all directions. Shang Zhai had no desire to experience the sensation of his flesh being torn apart by the “wind.”
He dodged while dealing with the attacking Fengqing Sect disciples with his bare hands, appearing completely at ease.
To an onlooker, it might have looked like Shang Zhai was taking a one-sided beating, but in reality, Fu Yi discovered that she could no longer injure him at all.
Shang Zhai was becoming more and more agile, as if he were gradually unleashing his full strength.
Besides that, from the beginning until now, the other Apostle had not made a move, merely standing aside and watching the battle in silence. If he joined the fray, the situation on the field would change in an instant.
Fu Yi knew well that there was no longer any possibility of victory in this battle.
Not just a Wang! She felt clearly that the enemy’s cultivation strength was definitely beyond the level of a Wang!
Suddenly, the movement of Fu Yi’s hands changed. She stopped her offensive and prepared to fire a signal arrow instead.
But at the very moment the signal arrow was fired, a dark shadow flashed before her, grabbing the signal arrow out of the air. It was the second of the Seven Apostles, Jia Lang, who had been watching from the sidelines.
“Third Brother, you’re playing around a bit too much,” Jia Lang said in a low voice, crushing the signal arrow into powder. “This woman suddenly changed her tactics and nearly got the signal arrow off.”
“Second Brother, what would it matter even if she fired it? What kind of Martial Expert could she possibly call for help?”
Shang Zhai shrugged indifferently after slaughtering all the Fengqing Sect disciples who were besieging him.
“You need to fix that attitude of underestimating your enemies,” Jia Lang rebuked Shang Zhai before turning his gaze toward Fu Yi.
When Fu Yi met Jia Lang’s eyes, her entire body suddenly felt as if it were frozen, rendering her unable to move.
Jia Lang slowly raised his arm, and Fu Yi unexpectedly began to mimic his movements involuntarily, drawing a sharp arrow from her quiver.
Then, Jia Lang thrust his hand toward his own chest with force.
*Thuck!*
Accompanied by the sound of flesh being pierced, Fu Yi used her own arrow to impale her heart.
She fell to her knees with a *thud*. Like a kite with a severed string, she crashed heavily to the ground.
“Tsk, Second Brother, you’re still as direct and decisive as ever,” Shang Zhai said with a click of his tongue. “I wanted to play with this little sister for a bit longer.”
“If you want to play, then kill everyone else,” Jia Lang said. “I have business to attend to.”
“Fine.” Shang Zhai chuckled, then turned around to face the remaining Orthodox Faction cultivators who had come as reinforcements.
As the screams rang out once more, Jia Lang entered the depths of Cangjin Cave. He dug out a set of skeletal remains and removed a hand bone from them.
After completing their Mission, the two didn’t stay any longer and quickly vanished into the night.
Having failed to defend this place or send back a signal, Fu Yi died with her eyes wide open in resentment.
However, at that moment, a bank of dark clouds drifted across the sky, obscuring the moon. The night grew deeper, and the yin energy of Cangjin Cave became even heavier.
Suddenly, two ethereal clumps of purple mist, as deep as the spectral night, permeated the air and approached Fu Yi.
The two clumps of purple mist condensed into human forms, becoming two purple-haired young girls—one with short hair and the other with long hair.
They had previously appeared in Yunzhou and brought Fang Xiaoyu back to life.
These two purple-haired girls were the ghost children who followed the orders of the Successor Disciple of Among the Colorful Clouds.
“Hmm, she killed herself. She seems so pitiful.”
“There’s nothing we can do. We can only help dead people, not the living.”
“Still, she can serve as Master’s ‘eyes’ now.”
“Exactly. Let’s get to work.”
The two ghost children then repeated their old trick, unfolding a soul-returning array around Fu Yi.
As the Formation unfolded, the pattern manifesting in the air began to glow. The rising purple mist absorbed the yin energy of Cangjin Cave, becoming deeper and more concentrated.
The purple mist slowly poured into Fu Yi’s body. The arrow piercing her heart dissolved into nothingness, and the hole through her heart gradually healed.
By the time Fu Yi’s heart began to beat again, the two ghost children had already transformed back into purple mist and vanished.
The dark clouds in the sky then dispersed, and the cold moonlight once again illuminated the earth.
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