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On the peak of the desolate mountain, the Ghost King lifted a massive boulder and hurled it towards Zhang Xing, who was halfway up the slope. Hearing the sound of the stone slicing through the air, Zhang Xing transformed into a streak of light to evade it, causing the rock to shatter upon impact. He glared angrily at Song Qianqiu, who was watching him from the summit.
Beside Song Qianqiu stood a tall and imposing giant, his body emanating a chilling Ghostly Energy.
"Song Qianqiu!" Zhang Xing gritted his teeth.
"You know me?" Song Qianqiu asked.
Zhang Xing scoffed, "A traitor of the Daoist Sect—who doesn't know you?"
Song Qianqiu laughed heartily and pointed at Zhang Xing. "Isn't it a bit ridiculous to hear that from you?"
Zhang Xing replied, "There's little benefit in talking to someone like you. You ambushed me; are you looking for trouble?"
Song Qianqiu said, "How could I be looking for trouble? I merely want to discuss a partnership."
Zhang Xing retorted, "I have no interest in collaborating with someone like you."
Song Qianqiu chuckled and leaped down to Zhang Xing's side. "As fellow outcasts, why do you need to act so self-righteous? You've seen it yourself—whether it's your Seven Star Sword Technique, Star-Moon Secret Classic, or your Magic Skill, trying to fight against others will only lead to utter defeat. Among our peers, there are many capable individuals. Relying solely on your Magic Skill is futile; hiding away won't solve anything."
Zhang Xing shot back, "Aren't you hiding as well? As if you have some brilliant idea."
Song Qianqiu smiled faintly. "I do have a good plan, and it's highly feasible."
Zhang Xing demanded, "Spit it out."
Song Qianqiu continued, "During this time, I've secretly observed several people's Cultivation Methods and strengths—especially yours. I discovered that your Cultivation Method is a dark art that can absorb their blood essence and the impurities of the earth. It's nearly Immortal and indestructible. If your body can withstand the corruption of this dark magic, within three years, you could rank among the Supreme and rise to the top of the Daoist Sect, becoming invincible."
Zhang Xing cast a disdainful glance at Song Qianqiu. "What do you aim to achieve by secretly spying on me?"
"Song Qianqiu said, 'I have discovered that some people can actually have their consciousness controlled by you. I wonder how that works?'
Zhang Xing replied, 'This is merely a technique from the Blood Demon Technique, nothing worth mentioning.'
'No, no, no,' Song Qianqiu insisted. 'I, Song Qianqiu, have walked the path of solitude to enter the Dao. While I may not understand Daoist Arts as well as the elder or Yang Hao, who has cultivated the Martial Dao Classic, when it comes to insights into Daoist Arts, I claim second place—no one can take first.'
Zhang Xing retorted, 'Do you think I'm interested in listening to your self-praise here?'
Song Qianqiu continued, 'Of course not. I just wanted to have a few more words with you before you die. If your ability to control living beings with Daoist Arts could reach me here in the Yin-Yang Realms, I would have no rivals left.'
'Delusional,' Zhang Xing scoffed, then shouted, 'Die!'
With a punch thrown, blood surged forth, and wherever the foul energy passed, all things withered. Song Qianqiu ducked his head to evade and flew backward. Zhang Xing watched him mockingly and said, 'A mere clown.'
The void twisted as starlight flickered in Zhang Xing's eyes, revealing a different kind of brilliance in his pupils. Song Qianqiu frowned and suddenly spun away from the void-strangling power of the Star-Moon Secret Classic. However, before he could land, the Star-Moon Secret Technique activated again, and Song Qianqiu let out a muffled groan as he was pulled into the void.
A large hand reached into the void and pulled Song Qianqiu back; the Ghost King stepped forward and stood before Zhang Xing.
Song Qianqiu's face turned slightly awkward as he jumped aside and said, 'I intended to spare your worthless life for my own use, but since you seek death yourself, don't blame me!'
The Ghost King roared in anger at Song Qianqiu's command and punched toward Zhang Xing. Having just absorbed a large amount of earthy foul energy and Mountain Spirit essence, Zhang Xing's power surged. He unleashed the Blood Demon Technique and met the massive Ghost King's punch. With a thunderous sound, mountains crumbled and earth split apart; the Ghost King staggered back a step while Zhang Xing was sent flying, his arm broken and meridians shattered.
Furious, Zhang Xing activated his Magic Skill as his arm twisted. Flesh and blood reshaped themselves until he quickly returned to his original form.
The Ghost King bellowed and swung the Great Halberd behind him in a single strike that shattered mountains and rivers alike. A chasm appeared with overwhelming force that split the clouds; Zhang Xing was blasted away.
The Great Halberd hovered in midair like a spear aimed at Zhang Xing. Terrified, he transformed into a Blood Serpent and darted out of range at incredible speed to escape. Yet an overwhelming sense of dread suddenly washed over him, filling his heart with terror.
Masters of Daoist Sects possess an acute sense of danger when cultivating at certain levels; this foresight helps practitioners avoid calamities. However, in battles among Daoist Sect members, immortals often do not rest. With his Magic Skill and immortal essence, Zhang Xing knew that even if he wasn't a match for the combined forces of the Ghost King and Song Qianqiu, he still had nothing to fear."
At that moment, an unprecedented sense of panic engulfed him, leaving him utterly flustered.
"Why can't I move..." Zhang Xing felt as if his actions had suddenly slowed down, even his thoughts seemed to have come to a halt.
Time froze as Song Qianqiu unleashed the Great Wilderness Scripture, immobilizing Zhang Xing.
Song Qianqiu stepped in front of Zhang Xing and struck his abdomen with a palm. Black Ghostly Energy surged into Zhang Xing's Dantian, violently shattering it. With the Dantian destroyed, the Qi Sea dissipated, rendering any means Zhang Xing had useless. As long as he couldn't mobilize the Demonic Energy within him, it was all in vain.
"What a pity. Such a skilled individual, if only you could be of use to me, you would become a great asset. Even if you promised allegiance to me, I couldn't spare your life; your disloyalty is too great," Song Qianqiu said as he drew a dagger from his waist and plunged it into Zhang Xing's throat.
The time-space barrier of the Great Wilderness Scripture vanished, reality resumed, and time flowed once more. Zhang Xing's expression shifted from confusion to agonized screams.
"How... could this happen..." His voice was hoarse, choked by the blood spilling from his throat.
Zhang Xing's Qi Sea exploded. He attempted to activate the Blood Demon Technique to escape but found he couldn't muster even a trace of Dao Qi.
"I curse you to die a miserable death!" Zhang Xing roared as he charged at Song Qianqiu. However, after just a few steps, his blood vessels burst open. He had absorbed too much of the earth's foul energy, which now erupted from his pores. The overwhelming Spirit Energy surged outward, and Zhang Xing collapsed at Song Qianqiu's feet, convulsing before quickly losing all signs of life.
Song Qianqiu kicked Zhang Xing over and began chanting an incantation. The black Sutra of the Demon King's Scripture enveloped Zhang Xing's corpse, causing it to tremble before his eyes snapped open.
Zhang Xing's eyes were devoid of any white; his expression was vacant. He smiled faintly and said, "Only by letting you die can I obtain the Blood Demon Technique. Now tell me the method to control the living with the Blood Demon Technique."
Zhang Xing's face contorted in pain as if struggling. Song Qianqiu pressed down on Zhang Xing's shoulder, and he gradually calmed down, reciting the cultivation method of the Blood Demon Technique.
Meanwhile, at the edge of the Red Maple Forest in Jiangnan Suburbs, the countryside remained beautiful. The mountain folk worked diligently in their fields; even though Jiangnan had become a hell on earth, this place remained tranquil as ever, resembling a legendary Peach Blossom Spring.
At the entrance of a farmhouse stood Huzi, Guo Huaiyi, and Yunxi in silence. Worry was etched deeply on Yunxi and Huzi's faces.
The Dragon Clan did not enter Mountain Valley with Huzi but instead set up camp in nearby towns. After bidding farewell to Rain Master Luo and Dongfang Yuqing, Huzi rushed over immediately. Following a reunion with May Day filled with concern for Rouer's safety, they decided to head to Emei Sect's temporary residence outside Jiangnan City to search for Rouer.
After a moment, the door of the house opened, and Yang Sanqian, Jiyao, and Guo Daozhen emerged. Jiyao's face was pale, and she stumbled, but Yang Sanqian caught her just in time.
"Jiyao, you've exhausted too much of your life energy; you can't use it anymore," Yang Sanqian said with concern.
"I'm fine. I just need to rest for a moment. Only Renewal of Withered Trees can delay the Injury of the Dao within Hao," Jiyao replied.
"You've seen it yourself; while Renewal of Withered Trees is miraculous, it can only delay, not heal. The Dao injury within Yang Hao could erupt at any moment. His life force is depleting far faster than it can be replenished from outside. If he were an ordinary person, he would have already perished. Just now, the three of us combined our efforts to temporarily seal his Injury of the Dao. It should hold for half a month; we can think of a way then. I have some spiritual herbs on hand, and if we can find a few Holy Medicines to brew for him, it could extend his life."
Hearing Guo Daozhen's words, the beast emerged from Yang Hao's Qi Sea, making strange noises that no one understood. The beast looked anxious and hesitant before retrieving the Holy Herb Garden wrapped in the Seven-Colored Bubble from the Qi Sea and placing it at the doorstep.
Everyone was astonished. As the Yaochi Saintess, Jiyao naturally recognized many Holy Medicines; this garden was filled with them—truly a miracle!
The total amount of Holy Medicines accumulated over countless ages probably equaled that in the beast's Herb Garden. The Seven-Colored Bubble isolated everyone; they couldn't enter, but the beast landed on Guo Daozhen's shoulder, signaling him to go inside.
Guo Daozhen walked into the Holy Herb Garden with a skeptical expression. The beast made more noises, urging him to collect the necessary Holy Medicines. Guo Daozhen took a Medicine Basket and quickly gathered a basketful of herbs. Huzi remarked, "Old Guo, do we really need that many Holy Medicines? Even back in the day at Yaochi Sacred Medicine, we didn't have this much. Can you even use all that at once?"
Guo Daozhen shot Huzi an annoyed glance and carried the Medicine Basket into the nearby herb shed.
At this moment, no one could have imagined that deep underground in the palace beneath Yin Mountain, Old Scholar was observing through a massive compass while Yang Xuanzong stood behind him. "No wonder this Yang Hao has been able to become Immortal multiple times; it turns out he has such opportunities. What exactly is that beast? How does it possess a Holy Herb Garden?" Yang Xuanzong asked.
Old Scholar replied, "It is a type of beast left over from ancient times; its original identity was divine. The power sleeping within it is difficult to awaken and poses no threat to us. However, if we could obtain that Holy Herb Garden, it would quickly allow you to achieve Supreme status and step into the Tribulation Realm."
Yang Xuanzong said, "Right now my second brother is dead; our Yang Family has suffered heavy losses. This group is too difficult to deal with; I'm afraid our family cannot stand alone against them!"
Old Scholar smiled and said, "With the Great Zhou Compass in hand, everything is under my control."
Hearing Old Scholar's words, Yang Xuanzong widened his eyes in surprise. He had been puzzled about what this object was that could bypass restrictions and observe situations thousands of miles away—far superior to Serpent Cult's Machine Wall—it turned out to be the Great Zhou Compass!
Yang Xuanzong asked, "Is this the Great Zhou Compass, the foremost among the Eight Sacred Artifacts of the Taoist Sect? But wasn't it destroyed by Dao Sovereign?"
In the Eight Sacred Artifacts of the Taoist Sect, the first among them is the Great Zhou Compass. The Great Zhou Compass possesses unfathomable power; with it, one can know the past and future, reverse fate, and even alter the positions of the stars, changing the trajectory of destiny. Its ability to observe all places without interference from mystical symbols is merely one of its functions.
Thousands of years ago, after Laozi became the first Dao Sovereign of the Daoist Sect, he obtained the Great Zhou Compass. He deemed it too contrary to nature and decided to destroy it. A millennium later, the Great Zhou Compass reappeared in the world, leading to continuous conflicts within the Underworld Sect. Over a hundred years ago, during the Dark Turmoil, it was rumored that the renowned Daoist Master Wang Yang believed that the Great Zhou Compass was too contrary and would bring calamity to the mortal realm. Thus, he shattered the Great Zhou Compass with supreme Dao power, destroying this Sacred Artifact.
Who would have thought that after so many years, the Great Zhou Compass has resurfaced, now bearing a crack that seems to have been repaired by an Old Scholar.
The Old Scholar said, "With the Great Zhou Compass in hand, it ultimately still belongs to my Yang Family. This beast may be contrary, but it is not unmanageable. Even the ancient Four Deities and both the Four Spirit Beasts and Four Fierce Beasts bow down before it. However, this applies only to mature beasts; when they are young, they are heavily reliant on food and take a millennium to mature. If separated from the Holy Herb Garden, they will perish."
"Does Ancestor intend to move against that beast?" Yang Xuanzong asked. "They have many powerful experts."
The Old Scholar replied, "You need to go to Phoenix Ancient City and find a type of Holy Medicine called Dragon Fruit. I discovered it during my travels long ago; it is sealed within the ruins of an Ancient Cave. This Holy Medicine was used by ancient Refiners as bait for hunting dragons and phoenixes; even true dragons and fire phoenixes would come upon smelling it, let alone this creature."
As he spoke, the Old Scholar took out a map from his sleeve and tossed it to Yang Xuanzong. Yang Xuanzong caught the map and turned to leave.
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