Chapter Thirteen: The Nine Bends Magic Marsh

  3000 miles northwest of Yangzhou City, there is a majestic famous mountain, Huangshan. The terrain of Huangshan is steep and beautiful. At the top of the mountain, it is often shrouded in mist and fog all year round. There are countless legends about immortals here. On the north side of Huangshan, there is a nine-bend magic swamp, which is where the yin energy of Huangshan is concentrated. This place is always filled with demonic energy, and legend has it that below this place lies the Avici Hell, boundless and profound. From time to time, demons appear and disappear here, and ordinary people rarely come to this place.

  Jiǔ Qū Mó Zé. Due to the overflowing demonic energy, some demonic plants grow within it. Many demonic cultivators come here to collect some demonic creatures.

  A figure descended from above, silently falling onto a depression in the ground. This was where the Three-Star Demon Fruits grew, discovered by Zhou Futong three years ago and protected by a small maze array he had set up. Now they were ripe for the picking. The Demon Fruits were the best medium for casting the Great Dao Magic, with higher-starred fruits producing better effects.

  Carefully picking the small piece of magic star fruit, putting it into a special jade box, Zhou Futong's face showed a smile. It had been several years, he had always been preparing for the Dao heart to cultivate demons, heaven pitied him, things were almost ready, everything was ready, only waiting for the east wind.

  Looking back at the south, Zhou Futong's eyes showed a hint of expectation, and he put the jade box into his bosom. As soon as the jade box was put away, a red light suddenly appeared, turned slightly, and rushed towards Zhou Futong. Zhou Futong's face changed, and he took out a small black sail, shook it in the wind, and enlarged it to four or five times its original size. The black magic air on the sail rotated continuously, generating tremendous suction power. The red light seemed to have found its direction, turned again, and was sucked into the sail.

  Zhou Futong's face turned solemn, and he activated the Wuji magic technique. A black aura circulated, and the Soul-Calling Flag's color was like ink, slightly flashing. A black soul was directly extracted from the flag, its color extremely faint. Under the urging of the black aura, it slowly became clear, revealing the soul of zombie Liu Shu.

  "What's going on, Old Liu?!"

  "Master, I... I... I!"

  "Who am I? Tell me quickly!"

  "My wife, the dead bear...!" Liu Shu almost stuttered out the whole story, and Zhou Futang's face turned dark as coal. His eyes bulged wide, staring at Liu Shu who was still muttering on, when suddenly a burst of true energy struck him, leaving him almost no room to resist, and Liu Shu's soul was scattered in all directions, his spirit flying away.

  Dealing with the incompetence of Liu Shu, Zhou Futong could no longer sit still. He had spent several years of effort just for this one success in cultivating the Daoist demon, and he didn't want to see it all go to waste. That little Daoist named Zhang Zhi Shui was also remembered, and when the opportunity arose, he would definitely take revenge.

  At this moment, a red sword light appeared in the sky. Zhou Futong was shocked and casually scattered several flag gates. The red sword light seemed to be of high quality, and Sword Cultivators were known for their strong attacking power among all cultivators. He was clearly looking for Old Liu and couldn't be discovered. Several spirit stones were thrown out, and the formation flags took effect.

  The red sword light was indeed Zhang Zhi's, he followed Lao Liu and came, the flying sword in his hand was fast, but it was not faster than the soul returning to its origin. Fortunately, the zombie smell was huge, and he followed over. Near the Jiugu Magic Swamp, the zombie smell disappeared, and he carefully came down to take a look.

  Jiǔ qū mó zé, originally a place of dense demonic energy, extremely treacherous. Zhang Zhìshuǐ only reached the level of understanding the basics, how could he dare to venture deeper? After a rough glance, his sword flashed and turned back, having killed all the troublesome demons. The remaining zombie soul was left, but why bother with completely eradicating it?

  Watching Zhang Zhi Shui's sword light disappear into the distance, Zhou Fu Tong walked out of the formation with a gloomy face. All three were dead. Although he had killed Lao Liu's soul in a fit of rage, he had also heard most of the situation. In any case, he must return now.

  A streak of black light flashed and disappeared before Mount Huang. The Wanli Qian Shan Da Nuo Yi of the Xie Ji Zong was extremely powerful in the art of escape, and with Zhou Fu Tong's current strength, which had broken through two levels, he could cover a distance of 3,000 li in just half a day. When Zhou Fu Tong arrived at the gate of Yangzhou City, it was only the time of Ji.

  As for Zhou Futong's return, Zhou Liang was not surprised at all. The three of them were either dead or escaped, and if he hadn't come back, it wouldn't have been him. He put on a feigned look of surprise and asked, "Father, you're back!"

  "Yes, I received a message from your Uncle Liu yesterday that his parents were seriously ill and he had to rush back home. Since I was nearby, I came back too!"

  "Is that so? No wonder I haven't seen Uncle Liu and Aunt Zhao!" Zhou Liang thought to himself with a wry smile, they didn't return home, but rather couldn't come back anymore.

  "What about Zhang Wu?" Zhou Futong looked around and asked.

  "I don't know, I'm also surprised. Normally he would have come over and taught me some moves by now, but today he still hasn't shown up!"

  "My son has been learning martial arts for so long, let me see what his skills are like!"

  "Your father is skilled in boxing, how come I've never heard you mention it before!"

  "When I was young, I practiced a few times, now I've long forgotten, am I afraid of my son?"

  "Don't be afraid, come on!" Zhou Liang took a stance and charged towards Zhou Futong. His fists and feet didn't use full force, but still managed to shock Zhou Futong secretly. Zhou Liang's strength exceeded his imagination. Originally, a young boy who had only practiced martial arts for a year shouldn't have been so strong. He wasn't even a natural-born martial artist, just someone with a deep foundation in the Tao. It seemed he had underestimated Zhou Liang. Strength didn't play a huge role for cultivators, but it did add some variables. He couldn't wait any longer.

  "I didn't expect Father's martial arts to be so powerful!" Zhou Liang exclaimed, but in his heart, he was turning over countless thoughts. He had originally planned to use his powerful strength to take down Zhou Fugui with one move, and with a bit of luck, he could get very close. However, after trying, he discovered that Zhou Fugui's movements were agile, and there was a hint of spiritual energy circulating in his body. Clearly, he wasn't completely defenseless. Facing a cultivator with defenses, Zhou Liang's current strength might find it difficult to break through the opponent's protection, let alone take him down.

  Both parties had their own concerns and didn't say anything else, each returning to their respective rooms. Zhou Liang had just lain down when he felt his body unable to move. He was shocked in his heart, could it be that Zhou Fugui had made a move? It was the same in his past life, unable to move, being refined by demonic fire, suffering endlessly, having his soul seized and spirit snapped, falling into endless suffering. But the timing wasn't right, shouldn't it be two months later?

  The feeling of being bound, flashed by, Zhou Liang suddenly realized that Zhou Futong was suspicious. He came to probe the truth and pretended to be asleep, closing his spiritual sense. His keen senses felt someone entering his room, obviously not anyone else but Zhou Futong himself. He seemed to have carefully examined Zhou Liang's body from head to toe before leaving again.

  "No problem, really no problem?" Zhou Futong of the Right House fell into deep thought, having killed Liu Shu in a fit of rage. To be honest, he had some regrets. After all, his manpower was limited and if it weren't for the smooth collection of medicinal materials, he probably wouldn't have even sent Zhang Wu over. The three guys were weak but their help was immense. Now they're all dead, leaving only him alone with a few people. Some things require careful planning.

  However, Zhou Liang's spiritual soul progress seems to have been completed, he thought it would take another two months, but unexpectedly, it has already been completed now. In this case, to avoid having too many dreams at night, it is better to make plans early.