Senior Brother, yes you're right! - Chapter 6: The Righteous Path? What Righteous Path?

“Ahhh!!”

Under the pressure of the white energy, the wild man not only knelt down, but his skin also seemed to melt and burn, as he screamed in agony.

However, as he howled, the blood qi around him surged even more fiercely, and the shadow of the horns on his head became increasingly solid.

“Blood, give me blood, give me…”

Bang!!

A foot directly pierced through his head, sending him flying far away with tremendous force.

“Hmm? No…”

Zhang Feixuan, who was at the entrance, couldn’t react in time and was knocked back by the impact. The headless body crashed into the towering headless statue in the hall, creating a deep dent.

Song Yin strode out of the pill room as he stared at the body lodged in the statue’s dent with a solemn expression and snorted disdainfully, “Hmph, evil demon, death is too good for you! As expected, there are many demonic path disciples here. It hasn’t been that long and another one has already barged in.”

But just as Song Yin finished speaking, a sound came from the headless body.

The body flew out of the dent automatically as if lifted by some strange force. A massive wave of blood qi surged out of it and gradually formed a ferocious head with crimson double horns at the severed neck. /broken head

“Boundless blessings?!”

Jin Guang exclaimed behind him.

“Blood!”

The voice came from the body, but in the void, a louder voice echoed in Song Yin’s head, which seemed to be accompanied by a happy, excited and joyful laughter.

As the laughter echoed, it seemed to be telling Song Yin to kill, to take more blood. If he killed, if he took more blood, he would gain more power, and then…

Become immortal!

“Evil Demon!”

Song Yin’s eyes widened, and the white qi surged towards the sky, suppressing the laughter.

He shouted, “As expected, it’s a demon, always trying to tempt people. But I, Song Yin, am of the righteous path. Is such petty demonic temptations worthy of echoing in my sea of consciousness? Get out of here!”

With his shout, the laughter vanished. Song Yin quickly stepped forward with his fingers spread out as he pressed down on the blood-soaked, severed neck.

The white qi poured in, suppressing the dense, scattered blood qi and the headless body quickly disintegrated within the white qi as it turned into a pile of flesh that slumped to the ground.

“Hmph!”

Song Yin flicked his robe and then turned his gaze to the person who had been knocked away and frowned as he asked, “Who are you?”

“Uh, who? Me?”

Zhang Feixuan was still lying on the ground after being sent flying. The impact made him feel as if all his internal organs were hurting but before he could even check for injuries, his whole body began to sting.

The divine light hidden in the eyes of this murderer, made Zhang Feixuan feel as though his magic was about to dissipate.

Where did this murderer come from?!

As the murderer walked slowly towards him, with his five fingers open, Zhang Feixuan swallowed hard and glanced at the pile of flesh on the ground. His scalp tingled and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

Instinctively, Zhang Feixuan looked toward Jin Guang, but saw that his face was eerily vacant, as he mumbled to himself, “Blessings… the blessings are gone…”

It’s over!

Master has lost his mind!

“Why are you staring at my master?” Song Yin frowned and asked, “Who are you? Speak quickly! To appear with this heretic —are you a heretic as well?”

Huh? Master?

Seeing the white qi swirling in Song Yin’s hand, Zhang Feixuan had a sudden flash of insight and immediately shouted, “I am Zhang Feixuan, the second disciple of the Golden Immortal Sect! I practice the ‘Golden Immortal Grand Pill Formula.’ I have no connection with that armored man; he just happened to come with me!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yin’s large hand moved closer, causing Zhang Feixuan to shut his eyes in fear.

However, the white qi didn’t land on his head. Instead, he felt his body lighten as an irresistible force pulled him to his feet.

Then, Song Yin’s voice rang out, “So, you are the Second Senior Brother. I am Song Yin, a disciple personally trained by our master. Greetings!”

Zhang Feixuan opened his eyes and saw Song Yin cupping his fists with a serious look on his face.

Zhang Feixuan wiped the sweat from his face and forced a smile. “No, no, it’s fine, I wouldn’t dare call myself senior brother.”

“Hmm?” Song Yin’s face darkened. “Does senior brother look down on me?”

“No, it’s not that! What I mean is…” Zhang Feixuan’s eyes darted around, and suddenly, he remembered Zhao Yuanhua, who had been left in a pit on the plaza, barely recognizable.

He said anxiously: “There’s no hierarchy in the Dao, the accomplished one is the senior. Since you’re the Master’s personal disciple, you should be the eldest senior brother!”

“I wouldn’t dare,” Song Yin quickly waved his hands with a humble expression. “Though I am the Master’s personal disciple, I’m still new to the sect. I hope to learn from all the senior brothers; I truly don’t dare claim such a title. I joined the sect last, so I’m just a junior disciple.”

“Brother, you’re being too modest!” Zhang Feixuan stepped forward and cupped his hands.

“You’re so powerful that no one else dares to claim the title of senior brother. Besides, the previous senior brother is dead, so you should take up the role. I’ll be the first to support you. If anyone has an issue with it, they can come forward and discuss it with me!”

As he said this, Zhang Feixuan turned around and glared menacingly at the disciples outside the hall.

Those disciples, however, all bowed their heads and cupped their hands, not daring to speak a word.

“Master?”
Song Yin frowned again and looked over at Jin Guang.

“Ah, yes!” Jin Guang nodded unconsciously.

“Senior brother!” Zhang Feixuan immediately dropped to one knee and cupped his fists. “Please accept the title of senior brother. I won’t be able to rest easy otherwise!”

With such a vicious person around, he dared not compete for the position of senior brother. It was better to let Song Yin take it now to avoid any future issues if the fierce person decided to hold a grudge.

Song Yin closed his eyes, then reopened them, revealing a glimmer of white light.

“Alright!”

He took two steps forward, standing firmly in front of the statue, and declared, “Since you have elected me, I will not refuse. There are indeed many things I want to change. With the previous senior brother gone, I will accept this title of senior brother so that the righteous path of our Golden Immortal sect can be carried forward.”

Though the Golden Immortal Sect was good, the disciples had no spirit and the buildings were dilapidated. It was in dire need of someone with a genuine desire to make changes and uphold the sect.

Having the title of senior brother is just the opportunity needed to get things done. Song Yin was never one to be modest; when faced with a task, he had the courage to step up and take responsibility!

“Yes, yes, let us be the righteous path disciples of the Golden Immortal Sect…”

Zhang Feixuan shouted behind, but suddenly his face stiffened mid-sentence. “Righteous path?!”

What righteous path?

Where is this so-called righteous path?

He looked around but couldn’t find any trace of righteousness.

But he looked at Song Yin’s solemn face, and then looked at his master who was completely insane, and took a breath of cold air.

He knew that Jin Guang was skilled in deception and loved to use the disguise of a righteous sect to lure ordinary people. So this guy was the human pill that those people just said killed Zhao Yuanhua?

And this human pill, not only did he succeed in cultivation, but he also made his master too afraid to speak?

As Zhang Feixuan looked at Song Yin’s eager expression, he felt a chill run down his spine. Could it be that this murderer really thought that their Golden Immortal Sect was from the righteous path?

What did this old man introduce into the sect????