Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 451 - 406: Protected by a Lion

"The Thunder God Qilin clearly suffered from a blade wound, yet the weapon you're holding is a spear," Leng Shu finally spoke up, presenting evidence that was clear to any discerning eye.

"This isn't hard to explain, I have many weapons and am skilled in all eighteen martial arts," Wu Hen casually flicked his wrist as he spoke.

Soon a Demon Blade, flickering with brilliant stardust, appeared behind Wu Hen. He grasped it with his other hand, shouldering the legendary weapon like an Ancient God of Wilderness.

Holding the Ominous Bronze Spear in one hand and dragging the splendid Demon God Blade in the other, Wu Hen's demeanor had completely changed from the gentle, cultured image he had previously shown before his fellow disciples. To say he was a descendant of the Chiyou War God was not an exaggeration.

"Do you really have the strength?" Yin Zhiyu still couldn't believe it, questioning sharply.

"Whether I have the strength or not, when my fellow disciples protect me later, they'll find out. If I fail the challenge, it means I'm not fated with it, and then the Thunder God Qilin should naturally belong to everyone here; anyone among you with the capability can try," Wu Hen said calmly.

"Hehe, I bet you'd be torn into pieces within three rounds!" Cai Yanbin from the Lishan Sect scorned.

"I appreciate the thought, everyone, but I don't really need protection; I can handle it myself," Wu Hen mentioned.

"We're not offering you protection!" Yin Zhiyu immediately raised his voice.

"Right, we are here to protect Brother Leng!"

"This Thunder God Qilin was captured by us, it should rightfully be us who challenge its Soul Casting," Yin Zhiyu finally voiced this sentence.

With that, over three hundred members of the Holy Sect began to discuss among themselves.

Anyone with clear eyes could see that the Thunder God Qilin was trying to escape.

Since it was escaping, something was chasing it.

Little did they imagine that the person pursuing this Thunder God Qilin was this seemingly average junior disciple, who had also stubbornly refused to join the War Song Alliance.

"Regrettably, Junior Cai Ting, if you had joined our War Song Alliance that day and happened to encounter the Totem best suited for you, today, three hundred of us brothers would certainly protect you during your Soul Casting, ensuring no interference... But you are not a member of our alliance, and we are not obliged to adhere to our agreed rules," Leng Shu spoke at this point.

Leng Shu was hesitant before not because he planned to comply with the alliance's rules to concede this Thunder God Qilin, but because he was considering how to phrase his argument so that others in the alliance would agree.

He could not let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Whether it was forming the War Song Alliance or tirelessly searching in the War Song Mountain for such a lengthy time, Leng Shu had only one goal—to acquire a rare Totem!

Now that the rare Totem was right before his eyes, he would certainly not easily give it up.

"Brother Leng, your statements are inconsistent," Wu Hen spoke while managing his breathing control, "Initially, when you formed the War Song Alliance, it was indeed to prevent fratricide within the Alliance and ensure that every brother could safely engage in Soul Casting. Although I didn't join your alliance, I highly respect your philosophy. I hoped for a harmonious, friendly, and free Cultivation environment where everyone could love and help each other instead of barbarically slaughtering entire families over petty disputes. In a harmonious society, harmonious Cultivation is the right path."

"It doesn't mean that just because I didn't join, you can blatantly rob others. The nature of this War Song Alliance you've created is no different from those cruel leaders of the Holy Sect; you just don't rob from your own group. However, this still amounts to monopolizing others' opportunities for advancement. Brother Leng is sensible and a legendary figure respected by all in our Holy Sect; you should understand this principle."

Wu Hen's lungs were like bellows, speaking while taking deep turbocharged breaths—just to recover more breath during this squabbling time.

Could he actually convince the opponent with reason?

Wu Hen was not three years old. He very well knew every Cultivator was profit-driven. For Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, for Ascension to sainthood, they would resort to any despicable deeds. As for the War Song Alliance formed by Leng Shu for everyone, Wu Hen truly never believed they would sincerely adhere to it...

As Wu Hen predicted, in the face of small profits, Leng Shu didn't care much and generously offered them to others, even assisting them as the senior brother.

However, in front of the Thunder God Qilin, his true nature was still revealed.

Interestingly, Leng Shu was still gathering various reasons, trying to win over Wu Hen in a moral argument while securing the Thunder God Qilin for himself.

"If it wasn't for our appearance, the Thunder God Qilin would definitely have escaped. How about this, your injury to the Thunder God Qilin is meritorious, I allow you to rank after me in order, and if I fail the challenge, then you may proceed with the Soul Casting?" Leng Shu finally offered what he saw as a generous condition.

This was the most reasonable approach that Leng Shu could think of.

With his level of Cultivation, and the support of so many fellow disciples behind him, any sensible person would gladly accept, recognizing the pragmatist as a wise person.

Wu Hen shook his head directly, not agreeing to the seemingly reasonable proposal.

"You kid, so ungrateful. Brother Leng has already given you enough face; if you continue to be stubborn, don't blame us for being rude!" Yin Zhiyu said coldly.

"Hehe, our Lishan Sect has unresolved issues with this lad. Initially, we all joined the War Song Mountain out of respect for Brother Leng, but since you're not with our War Song Alliance, our Lishan Sect finding you to settle scores and breaking your legs shouldn't be a problem now, right?" At this moment, Cai Yanbin from the Lishan Sect stood up.

Once Leng Shu obtained this Thunder God Totem, he would truly ascend, and naturally, Cai Yanbin tried his best to show off.

"Yes, indeed! Teach him a lesson, this short-sighted fool. Brother Leng has been more than patient. Had this been elsewhere, we'd have shattered your skull with one palm, forcing you to kneel and beg for death!"

"Brother Leng, there's no need to talk more with this lad. We all expended Holy Breath to trap this Thunder God Qilin. It's clear we discovered this Totem first!"

"Hehe, I've never seen someone so oblivious to impending doom!"

In an instant, all members of the War Song Alliance exuded a brutal intent to kill, already making plans to murder and silence him.

Wu Hen felt this intense, murderous aura, and couldn't help but sneer, knowing there was no longer any need to keep up the facade. He taunted, "A bunch of whores who've been selling themselves for glory. When a seemingly dignified Oiran performed her arts without selling her body, you all eagerly followed suit. After tasting a bit of sweetness, you believed yourself noble, elegant, and pure, only to find out the Oiran was selling herself all along—just that the previous offers weren't high enough. So, one by one, your true colours showed, scrambling to sell flesh..."

Wu Hen hadn't experienced other cultivators, but how could he not understand the true nature of these people from the Holy Sect?

Wu Hen's words struck deep, causing everyone, including the legendary Leng Shu, to flush with embarrassment. Their eyes blazed with rage. Once their noble facades were torn apart, their barbaric and hideous nature was exposed, driving them into even wilder fury!

"You're undoubtedly going to die today!!"

"How dare you call us a bunch of whores; let me show you the Blood Punishment of our Lishan Sect!"

"I was going to spare you a breath, but now there's no need to leave even your full corpse!"

"Kill him!"

"Slaughter him and flay his flesh from his bones!"

The roaring was deafening, and the outburst of anger formed a massive wave of sound that swept through the area where Wu Hen was located.

Beneath this unanimous curse, Leng Shu, clad in a black robe and exuding an imposing aura, walked towards Wu Hen.

His expression turned extremely cold, and his eyes betrayed a trace of disdain.

Step by step, Leng Shu approached Wu Hen, his body surrounded by various ancient Holy Talismans, which contained the powers of Curse Fire, Nether Water, and Poison Frost...

Leng Shu casually pulled out a Holy Talisman, sealed with the power of Poison Frost!

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"Junior brother, opportunities can be found again, but once life is gone, there's nothing left."

"I gave you two chances."

"You didn't appreciate either of them."

"I don't know why Qingxi has taken a liking to a fool like you!"

Leng Shu's words dripped with utter contempt, not just about the Thunder God Qilin but regarding Qingxi's choice not long ago.

He kindly found the Golden Dawn Totem for Qingxi and openly expressed his feelings for her that very night, hoping she would become his Dao Companion.

But to his utter astonishment, Qingxi declined.

Although Qingxi didn't mention this man, Leng Shu could feel that ever since this guy left the camp, Qingxi had been distracted, worried about this unremarkable fellow!

That night, Leng Shu suppressed the anger and confusion in his chest, and the next day, he still escorted Qingxi away from War Song Mountain with a smile and elegance. Yet, he couldn't sleep for many nights afterward, puzzled over what gave this woman the courage to reject him when there were so many more attractive and higher-ranking women within the Totem Sacred Sect who threw themselves at him, whom Leng Shu didn't even bother giving a second glance.

"I haven't seen Qingxi," Wu Hen glanced around the crowd, facing the threat unafraid.

"She succeeded in Soul Casting and left War Song Mountain. She must be looking forward to sharing it with you outside. Sadly, she probably won't get to see you... You also have feelings for her, don't you? Hehehe, today I'll steal your Soul Casting; you can't do anything to me. One day when I ascend to the Supreme of the Holy State, she, Qingxi, will be nothing more than an object beneath me, and you can't do anything either. Go to the netherworld and rot in regret and resentment!" These words, Leng Shu deliberately lowered his voice so only Wu Hen could hear.

Wu Hen slowly withdrew his gaze, staring at Leng Shu's face, stern as a hawk.

Clearly, Qingxi's actions had greatly triggered this man; otherwise, such a skilled pretender would never reveal such a venomously bitter side!

For some reason, Wu Hen recalled a profound proverb popular in his hometown:

"A woman protected by a lion will never fancy a dog!"