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Chapter 123 Solid Mental Power
"Triumphant" was an understatement for Lu Yin. He continued to stomp on Chen An's body with his feet, his teeth grinding incessantly, looking like a madman.
Perhaps it's inappropriate to say he's like a madman; he is a madman.
The overwhelming victory belonged to Lu Yin. In the vast Yihe Sect, no one dared to stand up, and many even considered retreating.
People cannot be brought back to life, and cultivators are also human. Everyone knows that Chen An is dead.
Is Ke Chen'an really dead?
The red mist transformed into sharp blades, slowly approaching Chen An's neck.
A prey that could resist for so long was a delicacy in Lu Yin's eyes. He wanted to attach Chen An's nose to his face and then slowly enjoy the flesh of Chen An's body.
Perverted, disgusting.
Curses erupted from the crowd, growing louder and then quieter.
Anyone who dared to stand up and shout for the sect leader was beheaded by Lu Yinzhongcheng's men.
Helplessness is contagious, and the spread of this emotion is the most terrible thing, as it can make people lose the courage to resist.
The first person collapsed to the ground, followed by many more.
But there is no shortage of clever people in the world. Although the sect leader Chen An is gone, Elder Ming San is still here.
How could an elder of the Zhaoning Sect be bad? She shouted loudly, "Elder Mingsan!"
Following her voice, Elder Mingsan was still leaning on his cane, standing calmly with his eyes closed.
"Elder Mingsan".
"Elder Mingsan".
"Elder Mingsan".
The shouts grew louder and louder, and more and more people joined in.
Elder Mingsan still couldn't hear him.
Lu Yin listened to the increasingly loud noise and smiled contemptuously.
He was the victor, and even with a contemptuous laugh, no one present dared to get angry.
However, he was quite curious about what Elder Mingsan, that old fox, was up to.
He slowly turned his head, his gaze focusing on his cane.
Just as he was about to take a good look at Elder Mingsan, everything went quiet, and Lu Yin suddenly collapsed to the ground without warning.
Without any external injuries, he collapsed like a slender man, his body limp, as deathly energy exploded without any warning.
A kilometer away, a dagger gleaming with white light was deeply embedded in the cliff. That dagger was actually formed from spiritual energy.
The red mist was dispersed by a gentle breeze. Following the direction of the wind, one could see Chen An. Her face was deathly pale, yet she stood ramrod straight, like a boulder standing atop a mountain, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression.
The bold demonic cultivator timidly stepped forward and gently pushed Lu Yin's corpse, but he did not get the result he wanted. Instead, he died in an instant.
The jet-black ebony sword severed his body without hesitation.
The situation reversed in an instant. Without their leader, the demonic cultivators were routed. They wanted to escape, but they couldn't. They had no choice but to fight to the death.
The most annoying thing is when both sides are killed. Chen An glanced at Elder Ming San and said calmly, "Capture them alive."
As long as they could live, few demonic cultivators were willing to fight to the death. Seeing the surrendered crowd, Chen An naturally took them under his command without any hesitation.
With the war over, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, including the lowest-ranking invaders, the Cui family.
Despite everything she's been through, Chen An is still the same Chen An; she can't let these people go.
At the same time, all members of the Cui family received an invitation from Chen An to become their servants.
They begin to seek out people they trust, and when they make eye contact, the emotions in their eyes are unfathomable.
"Disagree, or die."
Chen An's voice echoed within the sect, repeatedly stimulating the Cui family's tense nerves.
Finally, someone agreed, followed by a second, and a third.
After the third, no fourth person was willing to become Chen An's servant.
Chen An silently counted in his mind: "Five, four, three, two, one."
Then, with a calm wave of his hand, the Cui family members on the field fell down one by one.
Cui Min, who had fallen into a deep coma, breathed his last as the last member of his tribesman collapsed.
Chen An felt a little regretful. She kept Cui Min because she could use the power within his body, but she never expected that her clansmen would be so important to him.
Having been an orphan since childhood, Chen An had never experienced such familial bonds, yet he was deeply moved.
Without realizing it, his head drooped down, and everything in sight was crimson.
So that's how it was—rivers of blood flowed.
Chen An was momentarily dazed, and she wanted to ask herself what she was doing.
Before the answer could be found, a familiar voice rang out again above Ichiwa-museum: "Long time no see."
She slowly raised her head. It was Shen Ya. After not seeing him for many days, he had become even more effeminate.
Chen An was unsure if he could fight again; he only felt his eyelids were heavy and his limbs were weak.
Shen Ya has just as many subordinates as Lu Yin, and Yi Hezong is a newly grown sapling. If he experiences another storm like this, he will probably be uprooted.
She smiled helplessly, unsure of what was holding her back as she gripped the ebony sword again. In any case, Chen An would not give up.
The standoff lasted no more than three seconds before it was broken by the sound of the earth trembling.
As I turned my head, three groups of people were rushing over from different directions.
Chen An recognized them and couldn't help but grin.
Seeing these people appear, she knew that Ichiwa Sect would not lose, at least not this time.
Wei Danian and Feng Shouyuan from Pingnan City brought 8,000 soldiers, 600 men from the Qing family, and 10,000 cultivators personally led by Xu Wuhen, the sect leader of Tianyuan Sect.
Shen Ya's right eye twitched three times, and he wisely ordered, "Withdraw."
Chen An looked at the slightly disheveled figure and finally turned his gaze to Elder Ming San.
Pain surged from her heart, creeping along her meridians and covering her entire body. How could her beloved master be gone?
I want to collapse so badly; I want to hug my master and cry.
But she calmly stepped forward and helped Elder Mingsan up, carefully noting down everyone present, as well as the people who were about 300 meters away and would be there to help. She then shouted, "Elder Mingsan has passed away."
Her lips were trembling, and her nails were digging into her palms, but no tears fell.
Silence drives people mad. Even if the members of Yihe Sect were not familiar with Elder Mingsan, they should know that he sacrificed himself to protect Yihe Sect.
"Send Elder Mingsan back to Zhaoning Sect. I'll handle things here." Xu Wuhen came to Chen An's side and stood there for a long time before speaking.
Chen An smiled back at him, "Give me a day."
After thanking the three forces that came to her aid, she set off with Tank and Fugui.
Chen An hadn't figured out how to face her fellow disciples or the Zhaoning Sect, but no matter what, her master was an elder of the Zhaoning Sect, and his home was there; she should send him back.
It doesn't matter whether it's humiliation or punishment, as long as Master can return to where he belongs.
The tank flapped its wings vigorously, while Chen An, holding the beast-shaped Fu Gui, sat blankly beside Elder Ming San, his eyes filled with a deathly stillness.
Fu Gui looked at Chen An with heartache, stood up and rested his head on Elder Ming San's face. He felt a chill run down his spine and said coldly, "Qing Yue."