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The Human-Faced Centipede wriggled as if alive beneath Zuo Ci's skin, releasing a potent toxin. Instantly, Zuo Ci's skin turned a dark, withered hue.
Under the influence of the Centipede Curse, the thought of your Three Souls and Seven Spirits seeking to end themselves is nothing but a fantasy! The Suit Man sneered.
This is Gu Jiang magic!
Zuo Ci chuckled; he was quite familiar with Xiang Tou Shu. Back when he first debuted, he had gambled his life against several Nanyang Sorcerers in the Ghost Market. Their Xiang Tou techniques were varied and insidious, and after he had skinned them and extracted their souls to light lanterns, he had learned all their tricks.
He even succeeded in mastering the forbidden Yanfu Tongshen spell, which meant that from then on, no Xiang Tou Shu could harm him!
As the highest form of Xiang Tou Shu, a successful Exorcist could exempt themselves from all harm caused by Xiang Tou Shu—though this was only applicable to Xiang Tou Shu.
Zuo Ci opened his mouth wide. A ten-centimeter centipede crawled out from his tongue and curled up in his fingertips.
Is this your poison? Not impressive at all! Zuo Ci remarked with an eerie smile.
How is this possible?
The Suit Man muttered in disbelief: How did you break my Centipede Curse? This can’t be!
His Centipede Curse was renowned across Southeast Asia; even Master Long Po from Siam feared it. His Ming Gu was born from raising poisonous creatures to kill—its toxicity was the most potent! Moreover, through dark rituals, its venom could annihilate the Three Souls and Seven Spirits of cultivators. How could it be treated like a toy in this guy's hands?
Zuo Ci opened his mouth again and tossed the centipede onto his tongue, his white teeth grinding together with a crunching sound.
Ugh!
The Old Daoist couldn't help but bend over and vomit. He knew how this guy raised his poisons; it was extremely bloody and disgusting. Even he, from Ye Mao Shan, found it hard to hold himself together at that moment.
The Suit Man was one of the Top Ten Sorcerers of Southeast Asia, ranked third. Each of the Top Ten Sorcerers specialized in their own field of Xiang Tou Shu, and he excelled in Gu Jiang.
His method of raising poisons was unlike any ordinary practice. He would select fifty Centipede Gu Worms to nurture within a living host. These Gu Chong were extraordinary monsters; once they tasted blood, they could become powerful spirits.
These Gu Chong resided within their host, feeding daily on their flesh and organs. The pain would tighten the host’s flesh, which was precisely what the Centipede Gu Worms relished. Since ordinary people would often die from the agony alone, these evolved Gu Chong would release toxins to paralyze their nerves before completely devouring their host.
Once the host died, the Suit Man would capture their soul using spells and bind it within the centipede's body, transforming these Gu Chong into Human-Faced Centipedes.
Reaching this step is still not enough. Fifty more must be captured and raised. The process must be repeated nine times!
Once the centipede's head completely transforms into a human face, the next step can begin: raising the Gu. Raising Gu involves placing fifty Gu Chong in a bone jar made from human heads to fight each other. The last one standing becomes the Gu King. The Gu Chong nurtured through these Evil Arts are the most ferocious!
Seeking death! The Suit Man bit his tongue, letting the blood drip onto his palm before smearing it across his face. Tongue blood, also known as True Yang Saliva in the Daoist Sect, is the most yang and solid part of the human body, capable of warding off evil spirits. However, after years of practicing Evil Arts and Deviant Arts, his essence and blood had long become dry and sinister.
The saying "extreme prosperity leads to decline" applies here. Their once pure tongue blood had turned into something extremely yin and evil!
Suddenly, as if stimulated by that sinister blood, the centipede tattoo on the Suit Man's face burst forth from his skin, entwined with thick black mist that swelled in the wind.
The crimson pupils of the human-faced centipede glowed brightly in the darkness, like two lanterns. Was Sha Qi condensing into mist? How many lives had been taken to cultivate such Dao Xing?
Zuo Ci exclaimed in surprise, "This is indeed an unexpected joy!"
With a low growl, the human-faced centipede charged at Zuo Ci with its blade-like legs. Zuo Ci sighed lightly and began to chant: "Seven Mountains and Nine Ridges all submit; summon clouds and rain to call forth celestial soldiers; let the Chimera dissipate; with this talisman, I stabilize the realm! I summon Nanyue Feiheng!"
This was an authentic mountain-moving spell from the Daoist Sect, derived from the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends Technique.
Boom!
Invisible mountains began to coalesce in the void. A heavy pressure descended from above. A massive force crashed down onto the face of the human-faced centipede.
The Human-Faced Centipede let out a sharp wail as its legs broke, purple-black blood splattering everywhere. This centipede was a spirit of yin yet had cultivated flesh and blood; it was a demon of returning to yang.
In ancient times, spirits of this realm were referred to as Gui Yao. Mountains, rivers, flowers, and trees can all become spirits; ghosts are no exception. This kind of monster is filled with treasures and is a great medicine.
With a soft gasp, the Suit Man spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face turning pale. The Human-Faced Centipede was his Ming Gu insect. At this moment, the Ming Gu was severely injured, and he himself was gravely wounded as well. He looked at Zuo Ci in disbelief. This seemingly harmless young man had dealt a devastating blow to the Ming Gu that he had painstakingly cultivated.
Zuo Ci's fingers curled like hooks. With a swift motion, he pierced through the Head of the Human-Faced Centipede, ending its life with a sound akin to steel slicing through flesh.
"You dare!" The Suit Man suddenly ignited with purple-black flames. This was the backlash from the fall of the Ming Gu insect, affecting its host. Normally, according to standard insect-rearing techniques, he wouldn't suffer such a violent backlash. But he had taken an unconventional path, nurturing insects with human life—a Gu Technique that had reached a level of outrage among both humans and gods.
Ahhh!
In just a moment, the Suit Man's Flesh turned to ash. His Three Souls and Seven Spirits drifted in the void, and countless souls he had killed through his insect cultivation emerged, clawing at his spirit like a stack of acrobats, eager to tear apart his soul. A dense Sha Qi surged upward like a pillar into the sky.
In death, there are distinctions among You Hun, Xiong Ling, and Li Gui; this is merely the lowest realm. Only when a Li Gui has killed hundreds can it be refined into Sha, becoming powerful enough to rival Fa Jing. However, even among Sha, there are varying strengths. The strongest is the extreme yin and extreme Sha.
This kind of ghostly Sha cultivation could rival Dao Realm. At this moment, signs of extreme yin and extreme Sha were manifesting in the Suit Man's soul—this was a heavenly opportunity.
Zuo Ci stepped forward, and a large black hand emerged from the shadows, ensnaring both the Suit Man's soul and countless other spirits within Zhang Zhong Feng Du.
"Come to me!" This was their final destination!
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