Imperial henchmen? Never been struck by the sword of the Six Doors (a secret police agency).

Chapter 97 Ghostly Father

"It's a pity, the Western Regions are basically based on the formations of the Holy Fire Sect." Li Junsu shook his head and said.

This thing must have been found by Blood Refining Madman from somewhere.

If the Holy Fire Cult were to intervene, they would certainly provide priests to nourish the Blood Refining Mad Butcher.

The Holy Fire Sect is similar to the White Lotus Sect in that they are not afraid of death.

They're all a bunch of lunatics.

“That’s normal. The Western Regions aren’t brain-dead,” Bai Xingling said understandingly.

If she were the leader of the Western Regions, she certainly wouldn't dare to provoke the Great Qian Dynasty now; that would be tantamount to courting death.

"Not necessarily, the time just hasn't come yet," Li Junsu said meaningfully.

Sometimes small countries or foreign nations just have a problem with their thinking. Even the Great Qian Dynasty itself wondered, "Why do you dare to provoke me?"

The people of Daqian were even more confused. What kind of strength do you have? What kind of strength do we have? Have you taken the wrong medicine?

The time has come, and these small countries will go mad on their own.

"You all go report to the Six Doors yourselves. If even one of you is missing, you'll all die," Li Junsu said calmly.

"Yes, sir!" The old man at the head of the group jumped up and stood up straight.

"Let's go, the real show is just beginning." Li Junsu looked at the dark red clouds in the distance, his eyes filled with anticipation.

The Rakshasa religion is the real main course.

Meanwhile, the Rakshasa Sect, which Li Junsu had his eye on, were all filled with fear.

"A forbidden zone for living beings! The Rakshasa Sea has arrived!" the elder screamed in terror.

Just as Yan Sansi sensed, not a single member of the Rakshasa Cult's upper echelons believed in the Rakshasa Sea; they were merely deceiving mortals.

The Rakshasa Cult Leader shared the same idea as the Blood Demon: to use mortal sacrifices and borrow resentment to break through.

The other high-ranking members learned of this method and immediately agreed with the leader of the Rakshasa Cult, thus giving birth to the Rakshasa Cult.

The only slight drawback is that the current dynasty is not quite the same as what they remember.

The Rakshasa Cult Leader had studied the Great Qian Dynasty and scoffed at the three lists of Heaven, Earth, and Man.

The three lists of geniuses, peerless heroes, and supreme beings in the Great Sui Dynasty were impressive enough, but they still exploded as expected.

These high-ranking officials are all old fogies from the previous generation who have hidden themselves away; they have no real respect for the Great Qian Dynasty.

Shaolin has always suffered losses, and this mentality has a lot to do with it.

The Shaolin disciples genuinely felt that Daqian was weak; after being beaten so many times, they finally woke up.

They realized that the Great Qian Dynasty was different from the previous dynasty, and that it could truly suppress them.

"What, the Rakshasa Sea you wanted has arrived, aren't you happy?" Yan Sansi asked with a light laugh as he looked down at him.

The mortals below also came to their senses and screamed in terror.

They worship the Rakshasa Sea because they believe that everything is due to the injustice of Heaven, and that if the Rakshasa Sea were to cleanse the world, they would surely succeed.

They will be the pillars of the new dynasty, they will be the strong.

They believe in the Rakshasa Sea and that they will be protected and survive.

But when the Rakshasa Sea actually appeared before them, they felt that a peaceful and ordinary life was quite nice.

The Rakshasa Sea is dissatisfied. You are the ones who believed in them, and now you are the ones who fear them?

You've done both the good and the bad, so what is He?

Then, the dark red seawater grabbed one of the people's ankles and pulled him violently towards himself.

A dark red abyss, piercing screams—never before has the underworld been presented to the world so clearly.

Yan Sansi did not stop Luochahai; those people are truly both stupid and wicked.

If they hadn't locked away the essence of the Rakshasa, their faith could have truly attracted the Rakshasa Sea.

The Rakshasa Sea will start from them and spread outwards. It can devour a village in the time it takes to burn an incense stick, and swallow a city in one night.

This is still because the Rakshasa origin doesn't pay any attention to mortals; it's just that mortals borrowed a little bit of Rakshasa water.

If someone of the Wu level believes in the Rakshasa Sea, the seawater can sweep away an entire city in an instant, just like the sky collapsing.

These old fogies who escaped from the Nine Realms of Absolute Life were well aware of the terror of the Nine Realms of Absolute Life and did not believe in the Rakshasa Sea at all.

The same applies to deceiving ordinary people. If you try to deceive martial artists and actually attract the attention of the Rakshasa Origin, they will all be doomed.

They still have ways to deal with the Rakshasa Sea that mortals bring in.

Moreover, it's not necessarily true that mortals can attract the Rakshasa Sea.

But now, these high-ranking officials are dumbfounded.

Did they witness the Rakshasa Sea descending from another place?

"You madman!" an elder shouted angrily.

"Is this how the imperial court handles things?" The Rakshasa Cult Leader asked, somewhat astonished.

Knowing about the Rakshasa Cult, why not simply bring the Rakshasa Sea here?

The people don't care anymore?

Is no one going to rebel?

"Brother Yan's nickname is Lord of Rakshasa, which literally means the master of the Rakshasa Sea."

The sound coming from afar stunned the Rakshasa Cult members.

Rakshasa's origin was also angered. This guy had only locked him up, when did he become his master?

Just as the Rakshasa source, enraged, was about to eliminate this nonsensical human,...

The aura of the evil dragon wafted over, and the Rakshasa's essence quieted down.

He is well-mannered and does not get angry.

"They're here. I've saved them all for you," Yan Sansi said with a light laugh as he looked at Li Junsu.

Yan Sansi also knew about Li Junsu's martial arts techniques and some of his special needs.

That's why Yan Sansi allowed this group of people to live until now.

Bai Xingling rolled her eyes again upon hearing this.

"The Six Doors are doing good deeds," Bai Xingling thought to herself.

If we don't explain it this way, it would be really hard for someone who doesn't know the situation to tell whether this is a case of double-crossing or punishing evil.

Li Junsu narrowed his eyes as he looked at the four members of the Rakshasa Sect.

Two gaze at the sea, one inquires about martial arts, and one integrates with oneself.

"Gui Fang, in red." The martial arts elder reacted and attacked fiercely.

"The Yellow Springs Finger," Li Junsu pointed out.

Next, everyone was stunned. The red-clad ghost screamed and ran back.

“In the orthodox path of the underworld, if you encounter a ghost cultivator, you are their father.” Yan Sansi came back to his senses and chuckled.

The Yellow Springs and Azure Heavens Finger is a technique that Su An comprehended after crossing the Yellow Springs River when he entered the Underworld.

The underworld is absolutely superior to ghosts.

The high-ranking members of the Rakshasa Cult all took a step back.

The cultivation techniques they possessed had long since taken the form of the Nine Realms of Absolute Life.

The ghost techniques of the Nine Realms of Absolute Life are effective against living people, making them much more useful than cultivation methods.

However, when it comes to ghost magic, it's like a son facing his own father, as Li Junsu, who is affinity-bound to death and proficient in both the underworld and Fengdu magic, is at odds with him.

The Yellow Springs refers to the legitimate realm of the underworld.

Funeral knife, the orthodox style of Fengdu.

"Understood." Li Junsu nodded.

Then the figure vanished, and deathly energy erupted.

"The Funeral Knife of Fengdu".

As soon as the words were spoken, a red light shone from within the black mist.

Elder Wenwu's head flew off, and the ghosts on his body screamed in terror.

The next moment, the gates of Fengdu swung open, and the ghosts vanished.

Only a smug red glow remained on the blade.

The Rakshasa Origin looked at the person with an aura of deathly kindness and was amazed.

If the living are drawn to the death, it's as if death has avoided them.

If you reach the Martial Venerable level, it's basically no different from immortality.