The Demon Eye of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Chapter 19 Blood Spirit Array

The next day, as dawn broke, Han Li led Dong Xuan'er out of the inn.

The streets were already bustling with noise, a cacophony of hawking and laughter, creating a lively and lively scene.

Dong Xuan'er's almond-shaped eyes sparkled as she gazed at the bustling crowds and the dazzling array of stalls lining the street. She couldn't move her feet and tugged at Han Li's sleeve, wanting to explore the area.

"With a Core Formation cultivator in charge of Yan Family Fortress, its foundation is profound. Even if some demonic cultivators were to infiltrate, they would never dare to cause trouble here. Moreover, with the city's protective formation in place, how could they possibly cause any trouble in broad daylight?"

Her tone was both spoiled and confident, and her eyes were filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Dong Xuan'er then promised to leave immediately after visiting today's celebration.

Han Li frowned slightly, remained silent for a moment, and finally shook his head helplessly.

Although he felt a little uneasy, he couldn't find a reason to object, so he had no choice but to go along with Dong Xuan'er's wishes and head to the city center to watch the grand marriage ceremony.

How could he have imagined that the seemingly peaceful and harmonious Yan Family Fortress, which appeared to be close to the Seven Factions, was actually secretly connected with the Ghost Spirit Sect, and that the entire conference, including the so-called ceremony, was a trap set by the demonic path?

The seven sects of cultivators gathered here at this moment are silently stepping into this deadly trap.

Following the sounds of voices, the two walked slowly through the bustling streets to the grand celebration hall in the city center.

At this moment, all the cultivators from the seven sects had arrived, drawn by this unexpected celebration.

The cultivators stood in twos and threes on the square outside the hall, talking in hushed tones, their expressions full of curiosity about the marriage ceremony.

But as soon as Han Li stepped into the square, a sense of unease surged in his heart—he subconsciously turned his head to look, and the acrobatic troupe that had been performing tricks behind him and drawing cheers from passersby had quietly surrounded them and blocked their escape route without making a sound.

Looking up at both sides, the pavilions and the tops of the city walls were densely packed with cultivators from Yan Family Fortress, each with a solemn expression and cold eyes. There was not a trace of the joy that a celebration should have.

This encirclement from all sides, like an invisible net, instantly enveloped everyone in the square, making Han Li's doubts grow even stronger.

Just then, the master of ceremonies announced loudly, his voice piercing through the noise and resounding throughout the square: "Miss Yan'er and her husband enter the hall—"

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone's eyes turned to the direction of the palace gate.

A woman dressed in a bright red wedding gown and wearing a red veil walked slowly towards them, her gait revealing a stiffness and restraint that was hard to conceal. Beside her, the groom, also dressed in a bright red wedding gown, had a handsome face and a tall and straight posture, but a lingering gloom hung between his brows, and his face was so somber that it seemed to drip water. This man was Wang Chan.

At this moment, he was still burning with rage because he had been stripped naked and humiliated the night before. Even though he tried his best to restrain himself, the violence in his eyes was hard to hide, and a chilling aura emanated from his body.

The two slowly walked to the front of the platform, instantly becoming the focus of the entire audience. However, the cultivators from the seven sects in the square immediately erupted in a clamor, with discussions rising and falling.

"Is the bride Miss Yan'er? Something doesn't seem right about her."

"Who is this son-in-law? I've never seen him before!"

Although Han Li had never met Wang Chan, he sensed something was amiss from the discussions among the crowd. He kept his eyes fixed on Wang Chan, not daring to relax for a moment.

Suddenly, Wang Chan raised her hand and casually tidied Yan Ruyan's red veil, which had been ruffled by the wind. Just as her fingertips twitched and a faint spiritual energy flashed by, Han Li's mind suddenly flashed with inspiration—he suddenly remembered the demonic cultivators he had seen in the Blood Forbidden Land. Their fingertips all had the same dark blood-red patterns left after cultivating demonic arts!

In an instant, Han Li's heart tightened. Without thinking, he grabbed Dong Xuan'er's hand and whispered to her, "That son-in-law is a demonic cultivator. The Yan family's indulgence of him here speaks volumes. We are probably in danger."

Dong Xuan'er's expression changed drastically, her fingertips trembled slightly, and she quickly asked telepathically, "Then what should we do?"

"Stay close to me, don't make a sound, and find a chance to quietly slip away."

Han Li's voice was deep and calm. He gripped Dong Xuan'er's hand slightly tighter, and the two of them took advantage of the crowd's chatter and distraction to slowly retreat, their steps extremely light, as if afraid of attracting the attention of others.

But less than three steps after the two retreated, Wang Chan on the platform suddenly spoke sharply, her voice icy and piercing, carrying an unbridled killing intent that instantly drowned out all the murmurs: "I was originally going to play along with you for a while, but I'm in no mood for it! Since all seven factions are here, then stay and die!"

Before the words were finished, a blinding blood-red light curtain suddenly rose from the ground, like a huge, airtight cage, enveloping all the cultivators from the seven sects in the square.

At the same time, the defensive formation of Yan Family Fortress was activated with a roar, and a thick barrier of spiritual light instantly enveloped the entire city, completely cutting off everyone's escape route.

The sudden turn of events plunged all the cultivators into panic, with screams and exclamations rising and falling.

Several knowledgeable cultivators, staring at the crimson light barrier, turned deathly pale and exclaimed in alarm, "Oh no! This is the Blood Spirit Array of the Ghost Spirit Sect!"

Under the combined effect of the Blood Spirit Array and the Yan Family Fortress Protective Array, the cultivation levels of all the trapped cultivators were forcibly suppressed, and their mana was being continuously drained away.

Han Li looked around, his gaze sweeping over the layers of spiritual light barriers and the Yan family cultivators surrounding him. He secretly thought to himself, "This is bad—there is no way out."

He turned to look behind him again. The acrobats who had blocked their way had now removed their disguises and tore off their costumes, revealing black robes with blood-stained patterns underneath. They were all demonic cultivators from the Ghost Spirit Sect, each with fierce eyes, holding sharp blades, and staring menacingly at the seven sects' cultivators trapped in the formation.

Han Li dared not delay and quickly reached into his storage bag, took out the Divine Wind Boat, and tried to escape by piloting the flying boat. However, when he injected spiritual power into the boat with his fingertips, the Divine Wind Boat did not move at all and did not react.

The other cultivators around also took out their own magical artifacts, only to find that all of them seemed to have lost their spirit and could not be used at all.

Han Li's heart sank, and he turned to Dong Xuan'er, whose face was also pale, and said in a deep voice, "Our cultivation is suppressed by the great formation, and we can't use magic weapons. It seems that we can only break through by relying on talismans and Qi Refining stage techniques."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a reddish talisman from his storage bag. The talisman was surrounded by a faint red light, and although the fluctuations of spiritual energy were not violent, it exuded a scorching aura.

Seeing this, Dong Xuan'er's eyes were full of doubt, and she quickly asked, "What kind of talisman is this?"

"This is a mid-level Blazing Sun Talisman that I bought from Senior Brother Mu. Let's test its power first."

Han Li spoke succinctly, flicking his finger with spiritual energy, and the Blazing Sun Talisman instantly ignited into a raging flame, transforming into a dazzling red light that shot fiercely towards the blood-red array barrier beside him.

"Boom—"

A deafening roar erupted, flames shot skyward, and scorching airwaves swept in all directions. The crimson barrier cracked open with a huge gap, and the light screen at the gap fluctuated violently, almost collapsing.

Those demonic cultivators standing near the gap had no time to dodge and were struck hard by the residual power of the Blazing Sun Talisman. Before their screams could even finish, they were burned to ashes by the raging flames.

Seeing the astonishing power of the Blazing Sun Talisman, a glint of light flashed in Han Li's eyes, and he felt more confident.

Without further delay, he held Dong Xuan'er's hand tightly and, taking advantage of the fact that the gap in the formation had not yet closed, leaped out and ran towards the outside of the gap.

Seeing this, the other cultivators in the square also reacted, roaring and calling to their companions, rushing towards the gap, hoping to take the opportunity to escape.

Upon seeing this scene, Wang Chan on the high platform narrowed her eyes, her face grew increasingly gloomy, and she let out a low shout as she rapidly formed hand seals, fully activating the Blood Spirit Array.

The blood-red gap that had opened was rapidly healing and reinforcing itself at a speed visible to the naked eye. Those cultivators who were slower to run were bounced back by the closing light barrier as soon as they reached the gap, and were trapped in the formation again, their desperate cries echoing everywhere.

Wang Chan's gaze was fixed on the direction Han Li had fled in, and she shouted sharply, "Chase after them! Bring those people back with you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen demonic cultivators leaped up and quickly chased after Han Li and his companion, following their trail.