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As evening fell at the foot of a great mountain, Yang Sanqian and Jiyao flew in from afar. Jiyao remarked, "The Yin Qi here is quite heavy."
Yang Sanqian took out a Crane and blew gently on it. The Crane flapped its wings and soared from Yang Sanqian's palm. He instructed, "Find the source of the Yin Qi."
The Crane flapped its wings, leading Yang Sanqian and Jiyao deeper into the mountains. Upon reaching the entrance of a cave, the Crane turned to ash. Yang Sanqian looked into the cave and said, "It seems the Yin Qi originates from here."
"Burn this cave with Dao Fire," Jiyao suggested.
Yang Sanqian replied, "No. There are many innocent people living around this mountain. Even if we burn those inside the cave, the remaining Yin Soldiers and Corpse Demons will be alerted, and innocent civilians will suffer. However, I do have a plan."
With that, Yang Sanqian folded a piece of paper into a figure. Using Dao Qi, he inscribed a symbol on it. The seal darkened as the paper figure chanted a spell and walked toward the cave.
After a while, the paper figure ran out of the cave, followed by a horde of Corpse Demons. Yang Sanqian and Jiyao unleashed Dao Fire, incinerating all the Corpse Demons to ashes.
Sighing, Yang Sanqian said, "These Corpse Demons were just common people without any cultivation. I never expected them to suffer like this."
Jiyao responded, "Song Qianqiu indiscriminately kills innocents, sparing even common people. If he had the intent to corrupt them further, wouldn't he be able to endlessly create Corpse Demons?"
"With Song Qianqiu's current power, he hasn't reached the point where he can openly oppose common folk. He must be wary of threats against him; after all, no technique is flawless. We should remain cautious. If we can't find his traces yet, let's first deal with the Yin Soldiers and Corpse Demons here before exploring other areas," Yang Sanqian advised.
Jiyao nodded and followed behind Yang Sanqian as they systematically eliminated the Corpse Demons using his method to draw them out. Unbeknownst to them, atop the mountain peak, a shadow watched their every move. Behind this shadow stood a line of Corpse Demons along with the White-Robed Old Scholar, Miao Guanyin, Miao Shengnan, and Meng Xuanjian. Additionally, there were several elderly figures with an ethereal aura; their eyes devoid of whites appeared particularly terrifying.
Beside Song Qianqiu stood a grim-faced Ghost King.
"This Yang Sanqian truly lives up to his title as Divine Hero; he can even guess my intentions behind spreading my spies. However, thinking he can restrain me is nothing but a delusion," Song Qianqiu smirked.
With that, Song Qianqiu snapped his fingers. The Ghost King trembled as clarity returned to his eyes upon seeing Song Qianqiu. He let out a roar and charged at him.
Song Qianqiu stood with his hands behind his back, unmoving as a fierce wind rose around him. His robe billowed as an imperceptible Light Shadow formed to block the Ghost King's punch, freezing him in place. With a gentle flick of his finger aimed at the Ghost King's massive fist, the Ghost King was sent flying backward.
"Who are you? How can you control me?" the Ghost King glared at Song Qianqiu in fury.
Song Qianqiu shook the Ghost Seal in his hand and said, "Now not only is the Ghost Seal in my possession, but I also hold the Demon King's Scripture. With the Demon King's Scripture at my command, everything in the Underworld must obey me. Back then, I nearly lost my life to subdue you, but now, if I wish to kill you, a single finger will suffice."
The Demon King’s face turned pale with fear as he glanced at the group standing beside him. His voice trembled as he asked, "Is it the Supreme of the Yang Realm?"
Song Qianqiu replied expressionlessly, "There are only two Supremes. The other two are Great Perfection level quasi-Supremes. To avoid affecting your combat power, I will return your Sea of Consciousness now. Will you submit to me?"
The Demon King knelt before Song Qianqiu and said, "I am willing to serve you as my master!"
"Very well," Song Qianqiu responded. "You will now take your people to Dunhuang and eliminate Leiyin Temple, bringing back the corpses of the five Great Ascension monks. Yang Kaishan, you will accompany the Demon King and seal off the void to prevent them from escaping."
"Understood!" The Demon King replied.
The White-Robed Old Scholar nodded, a glimmer of light flashing in his dark pupils before he rushed off to Dunhuang alongside the Demon King.
After they left, Song Qianqiu looked at Yang Sanqian and Jiyao, who had disappeared into the night, shaking the Ghost Seal in his hand. Soon, groups of Yin Soldiers appeared at the foot of the mountain.
In a vast gorge that spanned thousands of feet, lush vegetation thrived despite it being nighttime; fires were lit all around.
People danced and sang under the bonfires and moonlight as if celebrating a festival. Yang Sanqian glided down into the gorge from the cliff when Jiyao remarked, "Which tribe's festival is this? It's so lively."
Seeing Jiyao's excitement, Yang Sanqian intended to join her in enjoying the festivities. Just then, shouts of slaughter echoed from all directions.
Endless waves of Yin Soldiers surged into the gorge, and those living on the outskirts were instantly crushed into a pulp by the Yin Soldier Army.
"What’s happening? Didn’t we already kill all the Yin Soldiers? How can there still be so many?" Jiyao exclaimed in horror.
Yang Sanqian replied, "If my guess is correct, it should be their main force arriving."
"Do not shatter the Jade Talisman. If we cannot deal with Song Qianqiu ourselves, Hao’s arrival would be useless. Moreover, he bears an Injury of the Dao; using spatial forbidden techniques recklessly could provoke his Injury of the Dao from thousands of miles away," Jiyao cautioned.
Yang Sanqian nodded, gazing at the horde of Yin Soldiers rushing toward them. He took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully, causing large groups of Yin Soldiers to fall to the ground. They struggled for a moment before transforming into Dried Corpses, with thick smoke rising from their desiccated flesh.
The ethereal breath he unleashed could corrode a person's Soul, as well as the formidable bodies of the Yin Soldiers, purifying the Ghostly Energy within them.
In the blink of an eye, nearly ten thousand Yin Soldiers had perished, yet more continued to swarm in from all directions.
Innocent villagers were slaughtered by the Yin Soldiers, and they gathered toward the center of the Gorge. From a distance, they saw a couple bravely resisting the onslaught of Yin Soldiers, effortlessly dispatching three or five with each wave of their hands.
"It seems these villagers cannot be saved. We should leave," Yang Sanqian said.
Jiyao nodded. They wanted to tear through the void and escape, but facing countless Yin Soldiers was impossible. Just then, the cries of children reached Jiyao's ears. Grabbing Yang Sanqian's hand, she exclaimed, "Yang Sanqian, there are children!"
"With so many children, we can't save them all," Yang Sanqian replied.
"Every child we can save counts," Jiyao insisted.
Yang Sanqian swept his hand and eliminated over a hundred Yin Soldiers before flying toward where the villagers were gathered with Jiyao. Jiyao formed an Incantation with her hands, causing the ground to tremble as vines erupted from beneath, forming a wall of vines around them.
"What are you? Why are there so many Yin Soldiers attacking us?" an elderly man in his seventies asked. He appeared to be a Scholar and recognized that these were armies formed from those who had already died.
"We don't have time to explain," Yang Sanqian said. "We are merely passing through. The entire mountain is surrounded by Yin Soldiers. My wife and I can only save two children. Time is short; you must decide quickly."
The crowd wailed in despair, shocked by how suddenly disaster had struck. The Old Scholar gestured for silence and pointed to a boy and a girl among the children. "Let it be them."
Some villagers protested; one shouted, "Why should your grandson live while our children do not matter?"
Others echoed their grievances. Jiyao looked at Yang Sanqian and said, "Let it be those two."
Yang Sanqian nodded and brought the two children closer. Just as he was about to tear through the void to leave, Jiyao let out a muffled groan and pushed the boy away with one hand. A knife was embedded in her abdomen; she fell to the ground, her face fierce and her eyes bloodshot.
The girl suddenly lunged forward from behind, stabbing at Jiyao, but was caught by Yang Sanqian. With a swift motion, he transformed her attack into a mist of blood. Another boy attempted to rise, but before he could take a single step, he was shattered into pieces by the Dao Qi emanating from Yang Sanqian.
Yang Sanqian supported Jiyao and asked, "How are you?"
Blood trickled from the corner of Jiyao's mouth as she looked at the villagers, confused as to why the two children had attacked her. The villagers were silent, aware that these two were rumored to be Taoist immortals; they remained frozen in fear, except for the parents of the two children who cried out in anguish.
"Why would you harm us?" Yang Sanqian's face darkened with anger, exuding a murderous aura.
The Old Scholar spoke up, "Immortals, we wouldn't dare lay a hand on you even if we had a thousand lives. Who would have known that those two children would do such a thing!"
As soon as the Old Scholar finished speaking, he suddenly charged at Yang Sanqian but was kicked away and fell to the ground, lifeless.
Immediately after, all the villagers raised their heads and stared blankly at Yang Sanqian and Jiyao.
Jiyao said, "Look into their eyes; they have been controlled in their Sea of Consciousness and cannot control their own awareness."
"What?" Yang Sanqian's expression shifted slightly. "Controlling Yin Soldiers and corpses is one thing, but you mean to say they can manipulate living people as well?"
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