SFS Chapter 31 Someone is coming
Chapter 31 Someone is coming
A stench of blood and gore filled the building.
Before the Meng family members could recover from the shock of Meng Yuanshan's severed head, their stomachs began to churn.
Many people immediately bent over, retching incessantly. Some even vomited so violently that they threw up their leftover food from the previous day onto the steps, filling the building with a sour, putrid, and fishy stench that made it even more suffocating.
The three of them, accompanied by the stench, arrived under the moonlight.
The newcomers, clad in blood-red cloaks, moved in perfect unison, their every step perfectly synchronized, as if they were of one and the same origin. They hastily wiped the filth from the corners of their lips.
Upon seeing the three figures, Meng Cang in the hall reacted like a mouse seeing a cat, hastily wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth and exclaiming:
"The altar... the serpent messenger... it's the serpent messenger of the altar!"
When Zhang Nanfeng first met the three people, he still had some doubts. But after hearing this, he knew where they came from.
A sacred altar? A serpent messenger?
No sooner had Meng Lie revealed his immortal aura than three people brazenly showed up at his door. Could they be... also cultivators?
With a thought racing, Zhang Nanfeng once again activated his hidden energy, digesting the golden pearl in his abdomen and filling the poison glands.
Three blood-red figures stopped outside the bamboo building. A shrill voice rang out:
The person in the center slightly raised their head, and a high-pitched voice rang out:
"To presumptuously attach oneself to the ranks of immortals without understanding the true source is laughable, utterly laughable."
The origin is not included?
These four simple words reminded Zhang Nanfeng of the fundamental principles of spiritual practice that Su Chan had once discussed—
"Cultivation in this world is based on absorbing the source into the body. Mountains, rivers, plants, metals, stones, water, and fire can all be the source. By drawing upon them, one can communicate with heaven and earth and transcend the mundane."
Zhang Nanfeng narrowed his toad-like eyes and looked down at Meng Lie, puzzled.
That's enough... Once the two sides clash, everything will become clear, and perhaps we can even reap the benefits.
The snake messenger outside the building said again:
"The Meng family has secretly hoarded a divine opportunity and defied the sacred altar; their crime deserves to be punished by death."
The moment the word "annihilate" was uttered, the entire hall erupted in uproar.
Some people collapsed to the ground, while others retreated repeatedly in fear. But in just a few breaths, the panic throughout the scene dissipated.
The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, and then all eyes turned to the man in the black robe in the center of the hall.
Since the clan leader is an immortal, why should he fear the sacred altar?
This single thought, like a stabilizing force, pierced the hearts of the Meng family members. Many straightened their backs, and their eyes once again ignited with fervent faith.
"Don't be afraid! The clan leader is an immortal!"
"That's right! With an immortal presiding over it, what can the sacred altar do!"
The crowd quickly calmed down, and the panicked clansmen all raised their heads, staring angrily at the three blood-red cloaks outside the building, their hostility palpable.
Only Meng Cang.
Taking advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was on the altar messenger, he quietly shrank back, hugging the wall, inching his way into the shadows, and then, with a low crouch, disappeared into the night.
Tangxin.
Meng Lie stood with his hands behind his back.
He stared at the three blood-red figures outside the building, a sinister smile spreading across his dark, bluish face.
"Killing you all is enough."
After he finished speaking, a great surge of blood appeared.
A towering cloud of blood mist rose from Meng Lie's body, sweeping towards the three snake envoys and swarming towards them.
The three snake messengers moved at the same time, neither dodging nor retreating, and in unison shook off their blood-stained robes.
Three blood-red cloaks detached from the body and flew out, merging in mid-air to transform into a gigantic, unparalleled snake molt, firmly blocking the blood mist.
The blood mist struck the snake's molted skin, causing it to tremble violently, its texture and patterns undulating, yet it remained unbroken, completely withstanding Meng Lie's attack.
With the cloaks removed, the three revealed their true forms.
They were all skinless and bloodless, their muscles and fascia exposed. Two bulging eyeballs in their eye sockets stared straight at Meng Lie.
The three of them lunged at each other at the same time.
With bones misaligned and tendons and flesh intertwined, under the gaze of hundreds of eyes, the three blood-red bodies merged into one, transforming into a giant blood-red serpent.
This snake has no scales or armor; its entire body is made of muscles and fascia, and blood drips out with every movement.
The giant snake raised its head and opened its mouth, but no snake tongue was visible; only densely packed human teeth were visible.
The usually composed and arrogant Meng Lie finally changed his expression.
"A Blood-Clad Molting Gu?!"
He cried out in shock, his composure as an immortal vanished. His black robe billowed, and a cloud of blood mist poured forth, transforming into two streaks of crimson light that hurtled towards the giant serpent.
The giant snake neither dodged nor avoided, but hissed as it charged forward.
The two were locked in a fierce battle, with blood splattering and malevolent energy raging.
Seeing this, Zhang Nanfeng's doubts were dispelled.
These three people on the altar, though powerful in battle, are definitely not cultivators.
They possessed no divine aura whatsoever, only evil magic and physical strength.
Meng Lie... is a false immortal.
Each of his attacks appeared incredibly powerful, but in reality, they lacked any set pattern or technique; he relied solely on his raw, brute strength and bloodlust to fight. Moreover, after a fierce battle, the snake scales on his body had peeled off piece by piece.
As the scales detached from the body, the dark blue human skin beneath was revealed, and the ethereal aura that had sustained the entire scene also thinned out.
Inside the bamboo house, the beliefs of the Meng family members began to crumble.
Everyone witnessed the clan leader's repeated defeats, saw his snake scales fall off, and saw him vomit blood and be wounded.
"Chieftain...how could the chieftain...?"
"Isn't he an immortal? Why is he no match for this demon?"
Panic spread like a plague, and people were thrown into chaos. Screams, cries, and the sound of trampling mingled together in a chaotic cacophony.
Among the crowd, Meng Shi stood still, motionless.
Beneath his thick eyebrows, his eyes were empty. He stared at the fierce battle between the man and the snake, then at his kin fleeing in all directions, his feet feeling as if they were nailed to the ground. He didn't know who to help or where to go; he was utterly helpless.
Outside the building, Meng Lie was already locked in a fierce battle, showing signs of exhaustion.
His face was ashen, and he gritted his teeth to squeeze out the last bit of blood energy. The blood mist in the sky receded and transformed into a blood blade, which he slashed fiercely down at the snake's head.
The giant snake, fearless, took the hit head-on with its forehead.
The blood-stained blade cleaved, only opening a half-foot-deep gash in the snake's head, from which thick black blood gushed forth. In an instant, the wound was tightened by the muscles, healing completely.
"Meng Lie!"
From inside the giant serpent's belly, the voices of three people echoed in unison:
"This Gu body is complete; it is immortal and indestructible. Further efforts are futile."
Meng Lie stared at his wounds that had healed in an instant, then glanced at his clansmen who were fleeing in terror and disarray in the hall. His face turned ashen, and his anxiety intensified.
"Do you know that if this poison is not eradicated in time, it will be permanently fixed in this form, and you will never be freed from it?"
"Are you willing to become monsters for life?"
The giant snake raised its head, and the three of them spoke in unison, their laughter as sharp as a steel knife scraping bone:
"That's perfect."
"To dedicate ourselves to the altar is our greatest honor."
"No need for further words. Reinforcements from my altar are on their way. Today—not a single dog or chicken will be spared."
Upon hearing this, Meng Lie's expression changed drastically.
Zhang Nanfeng also underwent a transformation.
reinforce?
He originally intended to sit back and watch the two sides fight, waiting for both to be severely weakened before seizing the opportunity to intervene and calmly clean up the mess.
But he ultimately overlooked one thing—
Since the Holy Altar has already made its move, why would it only send three people? If a second batch of Holy Altar experts arrives, Zhang Nanfeng will have no chance to obtain immortality.
We can't wait any longer.
We must seize the divine opportunity before the reinforcements from the sacred altar arrive!
Zhang Nanfeng's gaze shifted to the stilted building at the highest point of the village. That was the place where Meng Lie had instructed Meng Jinchuan to retrieve the tongue-sealing poison.
Without further hesitation, he lightly touched the eaves and, taking advantage of the darkness and chaos, sped towards the tallest building.
As he set off, he glanced at the battle scene one last time out of the corner of his eye.
The night was as dark as ink, and the bloodstains were as bright as a wildfire.
Meng Lie continued to fight the giant snake, while the Meng family members cried out in deafening cries.