Plop!
The Hundred-Eyed Toad fell to the ground in response, its body split in two, its corpse charred and reeking from the electricity.
Its many eyes still conveyed fear and disbelief, as it hadn't expected Chen Changsheng to actually dare disregard the authority of the Sacred Flame Sect.
Its master was nearby, wasn't he afraid?
And what was the Ancient Immortal lineage? It sounded vaguely familiar.
The Hundred-Eyed Toad could no longer think, its life force rapidly dissipating, its pupils losing focus.
Chen Changsheng waved his halberd, shaking off the disgusting, viscous blood, and said indifferently, "Seems a bit weak."
The Crimson Goose he fought before, and that demon cultivator whose name he couldn't remember, were much more powerful and treacherous than this Hundred-Eyed Toad.
Could this toad also be an avatar?
Chen Changsheng instantly became vigilant, continuously scanning the surroundings with the bronze mirror, not even sparing Xiao Fengqing and the others, to prevent the Hundred-Eyed Toad's true body from hiding among them.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, rest assured, this is definitely the Hundred-Eyed Toad's true form.
It's skilled in poison and illusions, but its other abilities are weaker, so it's not that the Hundred-Eyed Toad isn't dead, but that Fellow Daoist Chen is too strong!"
Xiao Fengqing exclaimed with a face full of astonishment.
Chen Changsheng scanned around several times with the bronze mirror and found nothing unusual.
Finally, he turned to look at Miaomiao on the stage, asking if she had discovered anything.
Miaomiao immediately shook her head: "I didn't see anything else."
Simply comparing Dao techniques and the foundation of their physical bodies, Chen Changsheng completely overwhelmed the Hundred-Eyed Toad.
He had never spent time cultivating in the past hundred years, only studying Dao techniques.
Unknowingly, Chen Changsheng's understanding of Dao techniques had far surpassed most cultivators of the same realm.
He himself didn't realize this, mistakenly believing that the Hundred-Eyed Toad was too weak.
"So Fellow Daoist Chen comes from the Ancient Immortal lineage, no wonder his cultivation is so strong.
I admire him greatly.
I wonder what the joining conditions for the Ancient Immortal lineage are, do we have a chance?" Another member of the Golden Feather Sect said with a hopeful expression.
The others all had similar expressions.
The Ancient Immortal lineage had only recently appeared, but it was the only mysterious immortal alliance that could contend with the Sacred Flame Sect.
Some dismissed it, while others held it in awe.
Xiao Fengqing and the others clearly belonged to the latter.
Chen Changsheng smiled lightly: "The Ancient Immortal lineage needs to consider your character and status.
In terms of character, you are all obviously qualified.
As for status, you are all disciples of the Golden Feather Sect, but only those who can represent the Golden Feather Sect can join."
Those who can join the Ancient Immortal lineage must have a voice in their sect or faction.
They are the representatives of the Ancient Immortal lineage, and also the link between the lineage and the sect.
The Ancient Immortal lineage is responsible for cultivating and imparting techniques, while they are responsible for supervising their own forces.
As for why not allow all members of the sect or faction to join, it is to facilitate management while also preventing ancient inheritances from becoming commonplace.
If all the forces that joined the Ancient Immortal lineage could learn ancient inheritances, then the Ancient Immortal lineage would inevitably disintegrate and become chaotic in the near future.
Ancient techniques would also become meaningless, and the Ancient Immortal lineage would naturally lose its value.
As the saying goes, things are valued for their scarcity.
The reason why ancient inheritances are precious and rare is because they are difficult for the world to obtain, which attracts major sects and holy lands to fight and compete for them.
If ancient techniques were everywhere, who would still join the Ancient Immortal lineage?
"We'll talk about the specifics later.
Just now, the Hundred-Eyed Toad said that its master was nearby.
We need to go back to the Buddhist temple and find the master it spoke of.
Can the poison on your bodies be resolved?" Chen Changsheng asked.
"No problem, it can be completely resolved in a moment!"
Xiao Fengqing nodded solemnly, immediately swallowing pills and circulating his energy to eliminate the poison in his body.
Then, he left the two unconscious companions in Willow Town.
The five who had recovered led Chen Changsheng and Miaomiao back to the Buddhist temple on Mount Jueyun.
After the fighting and killing, the Buddhist temple had been reduced to ruins, with broken walls and rubble everywhere.
The Buddha statues on the ground were only half-headed.
Chen Changsheng used the bronze mirror to scan the surroundings, searching for clues.
Xiao Fengqing and the others were cautiously on guard, carefully looking around.
The ruins were dark and silent, and the cool breeze felt like a pair of icy little hands gently stroking the necks of everyone.
"When we arrived at the Buddhist temple before, we were greeted by the people of Willow Town who came here to study.
In fact, they were all remnant souls who had been dead for who knows how many days.
However, they didn't know they were already dead, so we sent them all into reincarnation.
The disguised monk directly transformed into the Hundred-Eyed Toad and fought with us here," Xiao Fengqing recounted the events that had happened at that time.
It wasn't as complicated as imagined, it seemed to be just a common event of a monster deceiving mortals, allowing them to unknowingly offer blood sacrifices.
Chen Changsheng asked with a thoughtful expression: "From what you saw, there were no traces of the Sacred Flame Sect in the Buddhist temple.
The Hundred-Eyed Toad certainly wouldn't foolishly fabricate a master to threaten us, so we must have overlooked something.
Did you notice anything strange at that time?"
The crowd frowned, and one of the Golden Feather Sect disciples suddenly exclaimed: "It seems like there really was!
At that time, I saw that those remnant souls all had one thing in common, they had no palms!"
"No palms?"
Chen Changsheng and the others were stunned.
That was indeed a bit strange, but it didn't seem like a clue…
"Master, look over there!"
At this time, Miaomiao tugged at Chen Changsheng's sleeve, pointing to half of the mountain that had been blasted apart by Dao techniques.
Everyone's eyes turned to look.
They saw that the inside of the broken mountain was not rock, but a pale white color, seemingly countless white bones piled up into a mountain, making people shudder.
Chen Changsheng quickly approached and carefully identified it through the faint moonlight, discovering that these white bones all belonged to the same part.
Hand bones!
The entire Mount Jueyun was composed of hand bones!
This mountain shouldn't be called Mount Jueyun, it should be called Hand Bone Mountain.
Remnant souls without palms, hand bones piled up into a mountain.
The two were obviously related, but a key factor was missing to connect them together.
Crack... crack... crack!
While everyone was thinking and analyzing, a sound of bones grinding and gnawing came.
Xiao Fengqing and the others were immediately startled, immediately casting Dao techniques to protect their bodies, and searching for the source of the sound.
The fastest to react was actually Miaomiao, she directly sacrificed the stage magic weapon, her beautiful figure lightly floating onto the stage, and the bright red color instantly covered the entire scene!
Whoosh!
Red light shone, moonlight scattered.
In a dark corner, a man with disheveled hair was kneeling, his eyes crazed and burning, holding a bloody human hand, greedily gnawing and sucking, eating with blood all over his mouth, as if enjoying the delicious delicacies of the world…
