Dual Cultivation God Returns

Wu Long smiled as he saw a slight excitement still lit in Hua Ziyan's eyes.

It was quite normal for someone so young and new to the world of cultivation to be a little excited about their own strength, and seeing what they could do.

Not to mention that she reached heights she never thought possible.

With Wu Long around it was a bit difficult to notice because the standards of strength and achievements were completely  out of proportions when one had a Titled God by the side, but the levels his women reached at this twere very mildly put impressive.

The raof cultivators reaching a Major Realm out of those who reached the previous one was not high to begin with, and dropped even lower starting with the Foundation Building Realm.

Especially in this fractured world where the averages of breaking through per Major Realm were lower because of poor conditions for cultivation.

As they waited for quite stime, looking forward into the low-visibility passages ahead, a different kind of smile appeared on Wu Long's face.

"I think there's movement up ahead"

One of the disciples reported a little unsure.

It was hard to detect movement even with spiritual senses of cultivators because of the constantly moving myriad snowflakes and disruption of wind.

The canyon's Feng Shui naturally formed a Spiritual Formation that created disturbances and made it harder to perceive what was around.

Soon, they started seeing vague silhouettes moving toward them through the blizzard.

"...!"

The disciples of the Yin Yang Unity Palace squinted to look, and then their eyes widened as what they saw were not figures of Demonic Beasts but humans.

Soon after, it was possible to make out their robes, and Wu Long's group suddenly understood his smile from before. About 50 disciples of the Phoenix Sword sect led by their PrDisciple approached their position.

"Haha, did you think it was over at that?"

The PrDisciple whose face was greatly healed, showing only slight swelling and seemingly new teeth as there was no longer any trouble making out what he was saying, smirked as  he looked at Wu Long.

They all saw how fast he could move so they were all circulating Spiritual Qi in a completely battle-ready state, as well as grouped up, strategically positioning each group in preparation for combat.

"No"

Wu Long's reply was simple, with a light smile on his lips that told them there really was nothing unexpected in their arrival. Rather, he seemed happy to see them.

"Haha, I know you are a tough cookie to crack. But we've got bad news for ya... numbers are not the only thing on our side"

The PrDisciple looked at Wu Long with caution appearing in his gaze, his look of superiority not disappearing even though he saw Wu Long's confidence in the face of their full numbers.

"Are you talking about the ones behind us?"

Wu Long's smile widened as the PrDisciple froze.

"Hahaha, it seems you have noticed. Not bad...

Heh, insolent brat. That will still not save you though. You will pay for the disrespect and humiliation"

Grand Elder Hu of the Phoenix Sword Sect appeared from behind with five Elders and around a hundred Sect Protectors.

"Don't worry, we will not immediately kill you, leaving enough tto watch our PrDisciple handle his new property"

He added, giving the PrDisciple reassurance as the latter finally relaxed again. It was one thing to be facing Wu Long alone, but what could a disciple in the Revolving Qi Realm really do against a Grand Elder in the Core Formation Realm?

Not to mention that the prospect of Hua Ziyan being his 'new property' as the Grand Elder put it, incited the young man, numbing his caution as the excitement took over.

"Haha, act tough all you want, let's see if you can keep that up when my hand will be grabbing onto her"

The young man spoke with gusto, raising his hand with open palm up into the air, as he could already taste the feeling of revenge and satisfaction of doing as he pleases while making the one who humiliated him watch.

But what he saw on Wu Long's face was not the anger, hatred or anguish he wanted and expected to see, as there was suddenly puzzlement in the eyes he looked at.

"What hand?"

Wu Long tilted his head slightly with a question, puzzling all the members of the Phoenix Sword Sect around.

The PrDisciple widened his eyes, as he felt something pass beside him, turning his eyes to his raised left hand, which suddenly started sliding off to the side.

"U... ueeh... ueaaaAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!"

He first made a strange weak and vibrating noise, half in disbelief as his eyes widened.

And then the sheer horror in the uneven, breaking voice of the PrDisciple put chills through almost everyone around, including disciples of the Yin Yang Unity Palace with only Wu Long and Hua Ziyan completely indifferently staring at the young man who dropped the sword he was holding in the other hand and clutched the bleeding wrist.

"...!!!"

The other members of the Phoenix Sword Sect widened their eyes as their postures becaggressive once again, not able to comprehend what happened.

"W-What the hell did you do?! What was that?!?!"

Grand Elder Hu from the group behind Wu Long asked in a slightly panicked voice. While others failed to see what happened, he alone caught a glimpse of water droplets rising from Wu Long's coat.

Suddenly a barrier of Spiritual Qi formed around all three groups, encompassing the ones who arrived from the front and back with the Yin Yang Unity Palace disciples in the middle.

Talismans appeared in the glowing walls of the barrier, moving in a rotating fashion through the barrier around the people.

Almost at the sta ray of light fell from the barrier down to form a circular wall around Grand Elder Hu, isolating him.

"Wha- what is this?!"

The man took out a sword and immediately started trying to free himself but could not even put a dent in. The wall around him was also too tight to allow proper movement of his sword, causing him to make funny poses in hopes of freeing himself.

"PrDisciple Xu! Grand Elder!! Everyo-...!"

One other disciple moved forward but split in half from head to crotch, both halves plopping to the ground, splattering the white snow with crimson color.

A few Sect Protectors in the crowd behind who tried to either follow the call of the split one or act on their own fell as well, a circular opening that appeared on their foreheads through which one could see the people behind them also adding color to the bleak terrain.

The others froze, not comprehending what was happening.

"Aah! aaaah!"

The PrDisciple was still clutching the stump, screaming in pain and horror.

"Aah! Right! That hand! I forgot, must be the hand that was attached to your arm..."

Wu Long touched his forehead with his palm in a gesture of remembrance with the look of "silly me". But then another, look of puzzlement appeared.

"...oh wait..."

And then the stump the PrDisciple held in his hand suddenly increased in weight as the arm split at the elbow.

"Aaaaaaaaah!!!"

The young man dropped down to his knees as he lost strength, dropping the detached lower arm and screaming in agony.

"An arm... hmm, I am sure there was one attached to your shoulder..."

Another noise of something heavy and wet dropping reached the ears of those around who watched with eyes filled with sheer horror and confusion as they struggled to understand what was happening at all.

Wu Long walked up to the PrDisciple who fell over to his back and was wriggling on the ground trying to back away.

"I'm s-... I'm sorry, please don't kill me! I have been wro-..."

"Ah! I know, you must have been talking about the other hand..."

*plop*

"... or arm..."

*plop*

"Aaah! M-mercy!!!"

"Xia Jung"

Wu Long called out a name, as the one he called instantly stood at attention.

"Yes"

"You can deal with the others, don't worry Ziyan will help you with the Elders if you struggle and that Grand Elder is isolated"

"Understood"

Xia Jung turned to the other disciples and nodding to them all eight including him took out their weapons as the people from the Phoenix Sword Sect began looking ashen, still readying for combat but now looking completely overwhelmed while speople at the back immediately attempted attacking the barrier.

"You really shouldn't have listened when you were sent our way that day. But that is a foregone deal now.

You know, I would have finished you off since you upset me, but I will let another person do it. You see, she wanted to personally finish this since you offended her"

Wu Long walked up to the PrDisciple laying on the ground and leaned forward, hovering over him while the air around filled with sounds of battle.

He then smiled and straightened up, turning to the Grand Elder who was screaming something while trying to break free. The wounded PrDisciple of the Phoenix Sword Sect, on the other hand, saw a petite but graceful heavenly beauty walking into his line of sight in between him and Wu Long's back.

"What you said that day was right, I am indeed taken. And advances of worms like you truly are offensive and quite frankly sickening"

Hua Ziyan spoke in a calm voice as her hands formed a pattern and fists the size of a human head made of Spiritual Qi appeared around her one by one.

"M-mer-..."

The PrDisciple on the ground started to beg but midway through his words, the Spiritual Fists moved and he disappeared under a barrage of strikes, as the snow on the ground around him now had a splattered red pattern.

Meanwhile Wu Long approached the trapped Grand Elder who screamed to stop and let him out.

"I am always amazed by people in your position screaming to be let out"

He remarked with genuine interest as it was far from the first the encountered trapped people screaming these words with anger.

"You! Who are you?! What right do you have to...?!?!"

"Consequences"

"What?"

Grand Elder Hu stopped as Wu Long spoke.

"What you said the other day was indeed correct, Grand Elder. Everything... has consequences"

Wu Long spoke calmly amid the loud noises of combat that was happening all around, returning the words that this man once uttered back to him.

"...!"

The middle-aged looking man widened his eyes with hatred and rage that he could not express, only to see Wu Long make a hand seal as his eyes glowed and several more talismans floated into the air.

Four talismans swirled around and then surrounded the walls the man was trapped in, a glowing circular pattern connecting them, and then started all moving closer to the center, as the walls were seemingly moved by this, slowly but surely narrowing down on the man.

"...! Wait...! No! No! Not like this! Fight me! Fight me!!!"

The expression of the Grand Elder inside changed as he realized his fate, screaming at Wu Long whose expression did not change as he coldly looked on.