Chapter 295: Chapter 293: Evil Cultivator ’Deng deng deng!’ "Drive!" With the coachmen’s loud shouts and lashes of the whip, the carriage slowly departed from the Corpse-Driving Sect, heading towards the nearest He City. Inside the carriage. Yang Feipeng handed Su Yu some jerky, showing concern: "Brother Su, I see you’ve been silent all the way. Are you worried about something?" "Ah, to be honest, I’m originally from a concubine’s lineage, and my father has never really liked me. This time entering the sect, I’ve finally gained a bit of face among friends and family. But if I go back like this, he might fly into a rage, and it wouldn’t be surprising if he drives me out of the house." Perhaps moved by Yang Feipeng’s kindness, Su Yu blurted out his worries. Understanding Su Yu’s concerns, Yang Feipeng thought for a moment and said, "If Brother Su doesn’t mind, you’re welcome to stay at my home temporarily." "This... how could I impose?" Su Yu was momentarily stunned. "It’s just an extra pair of chopsticks and a room. Brother Su, or do you look down on my humble abode?" Yang Feipeng pretended to be angry. "Thank you, Brother Yang, for taking care of me." Su Yu looked at him with noticeably softer eyes, "Brother Yang treats someone like me so well, words cannot express my gratitude..." "We’re all people fallen to the ends of the earth, Brother Su, no need to stand on ceremony with me..." Yang Feipeng waved his hand with a smile. A day later, the carriage had already traveled over a hundred miles away from the Corpse-Driving Sect. They arrived at a hilly area, lush with grass and trees, sparsely populated, with occasionally crisp bird calls. At this moment, behind the dense foliage, a few sinister figures silently stood. "Is the information accurate?" "How could it be otherwise? These are all good seedlings abandoned by the Corpse-Driving Sect, each with a Spirit Root. Yet, they insist on implementing a stupid rule that if within ninety days you can’t sense Spiritual Qi, you’re out. Heh, truly ignorant." "We can only take one person, lest we draw too much attention and get noticed by those old guys at the Corpse-Driving Sect." Seeing the carriages ahead drawing closer, the person at the forefront of the shadows raised his hand, emitting several streaks of black light. In the next moment. The horses running in front of those carriages suddenly had their forelegs explode, turning into countless shards of bone and blood mist. The carriages instantly lost balance, flipping to the ground, as the youths cried out and flew out of their compartments. "Ah!" "Ouch!" "My leg, my leg!" Many grabbed their legs in agony, wailing uncontrollably. Under the violent crash, more than half of them had their legs twisted and broken. Some unfortunate coachmen slammed into trees, snapping their necks. Blood burst uncontrollably from their mouths, dying without a chance of survival. The only ones who managed to stand up unharmed were Yang Feipeng and Su Yu, their survival was almost miraculous. Seeing the sinister figures that appeared suddenly, Yang Feipeng’s pupils contracted. He shouted angrily: "Who are you? Don’t you know we are disciples of the Corpse-Driving Sect? Daring to attack sect carriages, you must be tired of living!" "Oh, knowing how to rely on big names, huh? Too bad, you abandoned ones from the Corpse-Driving Sect wouldn’t even get a glance even if you all died here." Upon hearing this, Yang Feipeng and the rest’s faces changed. They had never expected that these unknown figures in front of them had figured out their background so clearly, each of them feeling a growing unease. The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became extremely quiet. Even those who had their legs snapped dared not moan loudly. Seeing this, one black-robed figure sneered: "We’ve come to bring you a chance of immortality." After speaking, he raised a small red flag in his hand, with light flickering on it. "This is the Spirit Awakening Flag. Holding it allows you to sense Spiritual Qi and immediately step on the Immortal Path." "What?!" Upon hearing this, the attacked disciples began breathing heavily, their eyes turning red. "What are your conditions?" The only one still able to maintain composure was Yang Feipeng, whose family was the most affluent. He knew well that good things never fall from the sky. "No conditions, you don’t need to do anything." Another black-robed person spoke, his voice hoarse as a tree being sawed by an iron saw, extremely ear-piercing, "Just that only one destined one among you can obtain the chance of immortality." "Then how does one become destined?" A disciple lying on the ground asked urgently, seemingly forgetting the pain of his broken leg. "The last one standing is the one destined with us, ’Yellow Springs’." The black-robed figure’s smile turned cruel, causing the hair on everyone present to stand on end. His fingertip suddenly shot out a black flame, burning the nearby screaming horse to ashes. Above the ashes, a gray semi-transparent phantom horse continued to struggle, emitting shrill, heartbreaking screams. A moment later, just like the flesh, it shrank and made crackling burning sounds. "Like this horse, it wasn’t destined with us, dying isn’t a pity." "Grind the bones and scatter the ashes, annihilate the Divine Soul, you’re an Evil Cultivator!" Yang Feipeng exclaimed in shock. The other former disciples of the Corpse-Driving Sect were also visibly stunned. During their months in the Corpse-Driving Sect, they had heard of Evil Cultivators’ reputation. From killing relatives to prove their path, to blood sacrifice of a city, the deeds they committed were depraved to the extreme, with a reputation worse than the Demon Clan in the Cultivation Realm. Now facing an Evil Cultivator, what chance of survival did this group of ordinary people, who had yet to step into Qi Cultivation, have? "Stop with your deceit, even if expelled from the Corpse-Driving Sect, we would never become Evil Cultivators!" Su Yu coldly said. He walked towards Yang Feipeng, whispering: "Brother Yang, I will try my best to hold them off later, you must run." Yang Feipeng looked touched: "Brother Su, you don’t have to do this. Later, we should each run on our own, life and death left to fate." Turning to look at the black-robed figures. He found they remained unmoving, apparently didn’t hear his whispered exchange with Su Yu, and his heart eased slightly. ’Puchi!’ Suddenly, he felt a chill in his back. Turning around, he saw Su Yu staring coldly at him. "Why, why?" "Even if I end up in hell, I, Su Yu, refuse to live a muddled life. Brother Yang, your death won’t be in vain, once I achieve immortality as an ancestor, I will surely repay your descendants." With a thud, Yang Feipeng fell to the ground, eyes wide open, dying without closure. Seeing Su Yu approaching with a dagger, those unable to move from their broken legs cursed furiously. "Su Yu, what have you done, once the Corpse-Driving Sect finds out, they’ll destroy your home and clan!" "Su Yu, you beast!" "Ah!!!" The coachman who had previously clashed with Su Yu was stabbed in the thigh by Su Yu’s dagger, twisted around viciously, his face contorted in pain as he crawled on the ground, screaming. ’Puchi!’ ’Puchi!’ Su Yu’s face stayed cold, stabbing repeatedly into the coachman’s body, his mouth twisting into a malevolent and psychotic smile: "Weren’t you very arrogant before? Shout now, keep shouting! A filthy coachman dares to act tough in front of me?" Behind him, the Evil Cultivators exchanged glances, showing surprise in their eyes. "This kid is ruthless, just perfect for us." ...