The Emperor of Zongmen Workers is here

As the spirit boat streaked across the boundless sky like a meteor, its graceful and captivating arc sweeping across it, Jiang Qingwu and his companions officially embarked on a journey to the mysterious and unknown southern Xinjiang. For them, the daily morning prayers at dawn had become a crucial and inseparable part of their cultivation. It was not only an effective way for them to continuously break through barriers and elevate their cultivation, but also a sacred ritual that cleansed the soul and gathered strength.

As the first rays of morning light quietly penetrated the gauze curtains of the spiritual boat, golden light like scattered gold poured onto the spacious deck, illuminating Feng Jingchen's hard-working figure. At this moment, he was concentrating on preparing the precious spiritual food that Master Pei Yi had carefully prepared for everyone.

I saw him skillfully cutting each crystal clear spiritual fruit carefully into delicate and exquisite small pieces, and then placing them neatly and orderly on a beautiful plate, as if he was carefully carving a unique piece of art.

"Everyone, come and have a taste. These spiritual foods are extremely delicious!" Feng Jingchen called softly with a warm smile on his face. His voice contained a comforting warmth like a spring breeze.

Soon after, Jiang Qingwu, Zhongli Xiu, Feng Ci, Mo Yunsheng, Lin Muci, and Su Chen slowly approached, eventually gathering on the deck. They sat next to each other, savoring the delicious spiritual food meticulously prepared by Feng Jingchen, while enthusiastically sharing their experiences and insights from their respective cultivation journeys.

"Junior Master, your swordsmanship is becoming more and more superb and has reached the pinnacle! You have already shown the demeanor of a master!" Zhongli Xiu couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart, his eyes filled with deep admiration for Jiang Qingwu that was beyond words.

"Junior Brother Zhong, you are too kind. I have only a basic understanding of the basics. There are still many shortcomings that need to be improved." Jiang Qingwu responded hurriedly and humbly. He knew very well in his heart that although his swordsmanship was the best among his peers, there was still a world of difference compared with those respected seniors in the sect.

At this moment, Feng Ci, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke: "Everyone, I wonder if you have noticed that the atmosphere in southern Xinjiang has been a little weird and unpredictable recently?" As he spoke, a hint of unconcealable worry flashed across the depths of his eyes.

"What exactly do you mean by that?" Jiang Qingwu asked anxiously, his face filled with confusion. Feng Ci hesitated for a moment before speaking slowly, "To be honest, my master once mentioned that there have been frequent abnormalities in southern Xinjiang lately, as if some mysterious and powerful force is secretly stirring..."

"Mysterious power?" Jiang Qingwu's eyebrows, as beautiful as distant mountains, furrowed slightly at the sound of these words, as if stirred by a gentle breeze. An indescribable, inexplicable feeling of unease surged through her like a tide, causing her heartstrings to tense violently.

"Indeed, and this power seems to be inextricably linked to the demonic path." Feng Ci's voice was low and magnetic, like the rippling water in a deep pool, but now it carried a hint of solemnity. A hint of worry inadvertently flashed across his deep, ocean-like eyes.

Upon hearing this, everyone present turned solemn, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense. They all knew that if Feng Ci's words were true, then this journey to Southern Xinjiang would be filled with thorns and obstacles, filled with endless unknowns and crises.

At that moment, the spirit boat, which had been sailing smoothly, suddenly trembled slightly. This subtle movement immediately attracted everyone's attention. Zhongli Xiu's brows also furrowed slightly. His keen perception seemed to detect some unusual aura quietly approaching.

"Everyone must be extra careful. I'm afraid we're about to run into some big trouble." Zhongli Xiu warned in a low voice, his eyes flashing with alertness, like the bright stars in the night sky, always keeping a high state of vigilance.

The cheerful conversation suddenly ceased, and the entire scene fell into a dead silence. Everyone's expression was focused, on full alert, ready to plunge into battle without hesitation. Their gazes were fixed on the dense, deep jungle below, silently awaiting the unknown challenge that was about to come.

"Let's go down together and see what happened." Jiang Qingwu stood up suddenly, her posture as straight as a pine tree. Her beautiful eyes bloomed with a firm and courageous light, as if burning with a flame that would never go out.

Everyone nodded and followed Jiang Qingwu to the edge of the spirit boat. Looking down, they saw a thick bloody aura rising from the village below, accompanied by bursts of shrill screams.

"Oh no! A demonic cultivator is causing trouble!" Zhongli Xiu's heart sank, his face changing color instantly as a strong sense of unease washed over him. With his years of experience and keen insight, he instantly sensed the boundless evil aura woven into the blood. This familiar yet repulsive feeling, like a thunderbolt, struck his mind, instantly realizing the gravity of the situation.

"We can't just sit back and watch!" Jiang Qingwu, standing nearby, also had a solemn expression, her beautiful eyes flickering with anger. She knew full well the dangers of demonic cultivators; if they were allowed to wreak havoc, the consequences would be disastrous. Without hesitation, Jiang Qingwu decisively ordered the spirit boat to descend immediately. With her command, the spirit boat, like a giant bird, slowly descended to the edge of the village.

Everyone leaped from the spirit boats. As soon as their feet touched the ground, the scene before them was heartbreaking and their eyes shredded with blood. The once peaceful and tranquil village was now in ruins, with collapsed houses and ruins strewn across the ground. The air was thick with the smell of blood. The ground was stained with blood, a shocking sight, like a picture of unparalleled misery unfolding before their eyes. Even more heartbreaking was the sight of so many innocent villagers brutally murdered. Their bodies lay scattered across the ground, their deaths horrific, evidently a scene of utter brutality.

"These demonic cultivators are simply insane, so cruel!" Feng Ci gazed at the horrific scene before him, his face pale as snow, his lips trembling slightly, his voice filled with fear and anger. Yet, in the face of such inhumane brutality, Jiang Qingwu remained remarkably calm and resolute. She gritted her teeth, longsword in hand, and dashed like lightning towards the group of demonic cultivators still committing their evil deeds.

Following closely behind, Zhongli Xiu showed no sign of weakness. He gripped the crystalline sword tightly, its blade gleaming with dazzling light, like a brilliant star fallen to earth. Every swing of the sword unleashed a burst of sharp sword energy, whistling through the air and forcing the demon cultivators back several steps. For a moment, swords clashed, shouts of killing echoed everywhere, and a thrilling battle between good and evil began...

Feng Ci's eyes focused, and with a sudden wave of his hands, several trapping arrays shot out like meteors. These arrays spun rapidly in the air, instantly emitting a brilliant light. They intertwined and merged, forming a vast and mysterious trapping array in the blink of an eye. The trapping array was like an invisible barrier, firmly encircling the group of demon cultivators, preventing them from escaping.

"Everyone, be careful! These demon cultivators are not to be underestimated!" Jiang Qingwu warned them loudly, swinging his sword with increasing ferocity. A cold light flickered from the blade, and sword energy crisscrossed the air, like a giant silver dragon soaring into the air, swooping down on the demon cultivators' vital points with bared fangs and claws.

Elsewhere, Mo Yunsheng calmly took out her beloved guzheng. Gently lifting her delicate hand, she gracefully plucked the strings. Instantly, clear, melodious music rang out, echoing like the sounds of nature throughout the battlefield. Yet, within this seemingly beautiful melody lay boundless power. Visible waves of sound surged like surging waves, continuously pouring down upon the crowd, infusing them with immense strength.

Meanwhile, Lin Muci and Su Chen were also busy. Their figures were nimble, moving like ghosts through the enemy hordes, their swords flashing with a cold light, and every swing carried a killing force. Those demon cultivators who attempted to escape during the chaos had no time to react before they were mercilessly cut down by their swords.

Amidst the fierce battle, Lin Muci surprisingly found the leisure to pull out a few carefully crafted pills from his bosom, slipping them into Jiang Qingwu's hands and whispering, "Junior Master, quickly take these pills; they'll definitely boost your power!" Jiang Qingwu took a look and was stunned. It turned out to be the "Smiling Half-Step Madness" and "Stretching Legs and Staring Eyes Pills" she had told her about. She'd told Lin Muci they were poisons, but she hadn't expected him to turn them into tonics. After taking them, she felt a surge of powerful medicinal energy coursing through her body, unblocking her meridians. Her once exhausted body instantly regained vitality and energy, and even her swordsmanship became even more powerful and sharp.

Su Chen was caught in the middle of a thrilling, raging battle. His gaze was as resolute as a rock, as cold as frost. Every strike was punctured with fierce momentum, as if he intended to rip the enemy to shreds. Meanwhile, he never forgot to use the poison pills he had meticulously refined during his training to deal with the demonic cultivators attempting to escape.

These poison pills were like venomous snakes lurking in the darkness, ready to deliver a fatal blow. Once they were stuffed into the demon cultivator's mouth, it was like lighting a fuse, and the toxicity erupted with lightning speed, producing an effect that was simply jaw-dropping.

At that moment, Lin Muci, who had been observing the battle, suddenly noticed a demon cultivator taking advantage of the chaos to sneak up behind Su Chen, about to launch a sneak attack on the unsuspecting Su Chen. However, to her surprise, Su Chen seemed to have sensed the approaching danger. Without even turning back, he flicked his wrist, and a poisonous pill flew like a meteor towards the demon cultivator behind him, landing accurately into his open mouth.

Instantly, the demon cultivator's expression became extremely hideous and contorted, and his body began to tremble violently. In just a moment, under the erosion of the poison, he turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared without a trace. This sudden change stunned everyone present. They stopped what they were doing and cast their eyes on Su Chen.

Lin Muci's eyes widened, a look of disbelief on her face. She stared blankly at the gradually fading demon cultivator before her, her heart awash with turmoil. At this moment, she could no longer discern whether her junior fellow apprentice was more of a terrifying demon, or whether those vicious demon cultivators were the true evil. This stark contrast left her in a state of deep confusion... Could this really be the case?!

However, this thrilling battle did not last as long as everyone had hoped. Under the fearless and selfless fighting of Jiang Qingwu and his companions, those vicious demon cultivators quickly collapsed like a candle in the wind. Although they successfully prevented the brutal blood sacrifice, the villagers were heartbroken and no one was spared...

Jiang Qingwu and the others stood silently on the devastated landscape, their gazes coldly scanning the scattered corpses of the demonic cultivators. Her once beautiful face was now twisted and distorted by extreme anger and grief. Her furrowed brows formed deep furrows, as if burying the endless pain and confusion within. "Why would these ruthless demonic cultivators choose this very place to perpetrate such a brutal blood sacrifice?" she whispered, her voice filled with uncontrollable grief and indignation, as if questioning the very heavens, or perhaps even her own broken heart.

Feng Ci, standing nearby, had a gloomy expression. His deep, ocean-like eyes shone with a complex, inscrutable light, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he were about to confide something, yet remained hesitant. Jiang Qingwu, ever so alert and intelligent, naturally wouldn't miss such a subtle change in Feng Ci's expression. She whipped her head around, staring intently at Feng Ci's handsome yet slightly pale face, eagerly demanding, "Ah Ci! Do you know anything about this? Tell me the truth!"

Feng Ci took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil within him. He knew the time had come to speak frankly. Slowly raising his head, he gazed into Jiang Qingwu's eyes, filled with both anticipation and doubt, and spoke in a tone bordering on despair: "Actually... I've heard rumors about this village. It's said to be the site of ancient ruins, hiding countless unknown secrets and treasures. Perhaps it's for this reason that those greedy demonic cultivators have set their sights on this place, attempting to awaken the long-dormant evil through bloody and brutal rituals..." By the end, Feng Ci's voice had grown hoarse and low, as if every word was squeezed from the depths of his soul.

"I once had the honor of listening to my master tell a secret. Just recently, such a chilling news has been quietly spread within the demonic world: It is said that in the vast and mysterious area of ​​southern Xinjiang, there is a powerful and ancient magic weapon that has gone through the vicissitudes of time. This magic weapon possesses power beyond imagination, but it is in a dormant state. Only by continuously absorbing massive amounts of blood can it wake up from its long sleep..." Feng Ci's voice was as low as thunder, as if carrying endless worries and uneasiness. Every word he slowly uttered was like a heavy boulder pressing on everyone's heart.

Jiang Qingwu, standing by, instantly grew more solemn upon hearing this. Her eyes, once clear as water, were now shrouded in deep worry. She couldn't help but ponder, "I never thought the demonic cultivators would become so rampant these days. If this demonic weapon were to awaken, it would surely bring a devastating catastrophe upon the world!" Thinking of this, her sense of urgency grew stronger.

At this time, Feng Jingchen, who had been silent all the time, finally spoke to break the silence. He frowned and said with a worried look on his face: "Junior Master, in my opinion, why don't we go to the capital of southern Xinjiang first to find out what's going on, find out the details, and then make further plans and decisions. How about that?" Although his words were calm, the worry contained in them was obvious.

"That's fine..."

With heavy hearts, everyone stepped onto the Spirit Boat again...