Chapter 259: Chapter 124: The Blood Saber Sect Takes the Blame Again; Third Limit Break for Literacy, Pushing for Mortal Transformation

The night was deep, and silence reigned.

In the Outer City of Cyan Yang Ancient City, only a deathly silence remained.

"JINGLE, JINGLE!"

A crisp yet eerie jingle echoed down the empty street, piercing the silence of the night.

The street, which had held a few pedestrians moments before, was empty in the blink of an eye.

At the end of the long street, a man in white led a group of people, approaching step by step.

The white-robed man’s face was as pale as paper. He clutched a bronze bell in his right hand, shaking it to a heavy rhythm. In his left, he held a circular plate, and more than ten figures followed behind him.

Each of those figures had a vacant gaze and staggered forward, their movements as stiff as puppets. Without a shred of spirit in their eyes, they were the very picture of the walking dead.

With every shake of the bronze bell in the white-robed man’s hand, it let out a "JINGLE, JINGLE!".

The sound of the bell, upon reaching one’s ears, seemed to be wrapped in an invisible Magic Power, capable of making one’s very soul tremble.

All of them repeatedly chanted a single phrase, their voices dull and utterly devoid of inflection—

"Break the bewitching mists to walk the path, cast off fate to vie for freedom!"

From the dilapidated wooden houses on both sides of the street, the rustling sounds of windows being shut and doors being bolted rose one after another.

The occasional gazes that peeked through the cracks in the doors were all filled with terror and apprehension.

The entire street sank into a deathly silence.

The people of Cyan Yang Ancient City had always been afraid to get involved with the Moon Worship Sect, but in recent months, the mere sound of the bell was enough to make their faces drain of color.

All the major powers in the city knew that the Moon Worship Sect was searching for a mysterious treasure, and the killing over it had never stopped.

Every night, the body count in the Outer City’s North City district would rise.

Anyone with even a little property had long since gritted their teeth and moved to the Inner City.

As for the Outer City, the Government Office never bothered with it.

Even with so many people dead, the Moon Worship Sect continued to roam every night as if strolling through their own courtyard.

In the shadows of a rooftop on one side of the street, a figure cloaked in black cloth quietly lay low.

Chu Fan’s gaze was as sharp as a blade as he silently stared down at the eerie procession below.

A slight rustle suddenly came from within his sleeve, and a Little Cyan Snake slithered out from his cuff to his chest. It poked its small head out, flicked its tongue, and whispered, "Be careful. I can sense a lot of people hiding nearby, and many of them have reached the Mortal Transformation stage."

A flash of understanding crossed Chu Fan’s eyes.

These were, of course, the experts from the various powers in Cyan Yang Ancient City.

But unlike before, they had all chosen to remain silent and observe.

It was only natural.

When he had first spread the news that the Moon Worship Sect was looking for a treasure, those powers had swarmed in like sharks smelling blood.

They hadn’t even gotten close to the Moon Worship Sect before they started killing each other.

They hadn’t seen so much as a shadow of the treasure, but their losses were already devastating.

Now, the various powers had finally realized their foolishness. Having lost many good men for nothing, they began to watch the fire from across the river—it seemed they all wanted to wait for the Moon Worship Sect to find the treasure first before making a move to snatch it.

The members of the Moon Worship Sect were clearly aware of this, but they paid them no mind.

They had killed quite a few people recently and perhaps thought they had frightened the other powers into submission, making them too scared to act again.

But Chu Fan’s intentions were different from everyone else’s.

No one knew that the "key" the Moon Worship Sect was desperately searching for was now inside his body.

He had come tonight for the "Black Gold Silk Gloves" worn by the Moon Worship Cultists.

The Moon Worship Cultists seemed to specialize in the "Extreme Night Cold Prison Hand," and all of them wore these special gloves.

Chu Fan had already obtained three pairs and planned to steal a few more to dismantle and reweave into a suit of Inner Armor.

Tonight, he came masked, carrying only his saber and not his usual Meteor Bow.

Because his Nine Blood Soul Blades and Ninefold Thunder Shock Saber had broken their limits, his Sword Technique was now strong enough to suppress those at the Mortal Transformation stage.

At that moment, the Cyan Snake sensed that two more individuals at the Mortal Transformation stage were hidden among the group behind the white-robed man.

’No wonder the other powers don’t dare to stir up trouble so easily anymore...’

Three experts at the Mortal Transformation stage working together could wipe out an entire family in Cyan Yang Ancient City as easily as flipping a hand!

However, according to the Cyan Snake’s senses, the Cultivation of these three was not as high as the two white-robed men Chu Fan had killed in the Mist Marsh.

’This makes things much simpler...’

Chu Fan stopped thinking about tactics. His figure, as agile as a leopard cat, flitted lightly across the earthen rooftops, silently sneaking up behind the Moon Worship Sect’s procession.

When he was less than ten zhang away from the group, the bell-ringing man in white suddenly stopped.

"Since you’re here, why bother hiding?"

The white-robed man’s voice was as cold as ice.

Knowing he had been discovered, Chu Fan no longer hid, leaping down from the rooftop.

Almost at the same instant, the man in white, along with two gray-robed men hidden within the procession of walking corpses, all attacked at once!

Three sinister, cold palm winds shot toward him, each carrying a bone-chilling cold—it was the Moon Worship Sect’s signature Martial Arts, the "Extreme Night Cold Prison Hand"!

Chu Fan’s own "Extreme Night Cold Prison Hand" had already reached the Second Limit Break, so he naturally wouldn’t be concerned with this Great Success Level version of the technique.

He took a step forward, and the Long Saber in his hand suddenly turned a dark crimson!

"Nine Blood Soul Blades, Blood Burning!"

The flash of the blade was like blood, drawing a beautiful yet tragic arc under the moonlight. A Blood-colored Blade Gang, so condensed it looked real, erupted from the saber’s edge.

This Blade Gang was a full zhang long and, wrapped in a dense Evil Qi, it swept horizontally toward the three men!

The white-robed man’s face filled with rage. "Someone from the Blood Saber Sect? You have some nerve!"

But Chu Fan didn’t speak; instead, his Sword Momentum grew even stronger!

His "Nine Blood Soul Blades" had long since been practiced to the Perfection realm and then broken its limits, gaining the "Blood Evil Invading God" Trait.

The Sword Gang, wrapped in Evil Qi, could invade muscle and corrode bone, and it could also throw a person’s mind into chaos.

When the blade’s edge swept past, not only would it inflict grievous injuries, but the vicious Evil Qi accumulated from his Cultivation would burrow into the enemy’s body like a maggot feeding on bone—corroding their meridians and lifeblood while simultaneously disrupting their mind!

Those struck by the blade would, at best, suffer from chaotic blood and qi and be plagued by hallucinations; at worst, their minds would collapse, leaving them without a shred of will to fight!