Chapter 306: Yin Corpse Grass (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Chapter 306: Yin Corpse Grass (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
The Situ Clan's ancestral grounds were already in ruins.
Amidst the broken walls and crumbling remains, tattered, greenish-black refined corpses still wandered aimlessly.
Qian Laodao's expression turned solemn. He exchanged a glance with the Zong surname couple, then secretly slipped inside.
A moment later.
“Rise! ”
Qian Laodao waved a tattered black banner in his hand, emitting a thick mist that enveloped a refined corpse.
The cultivator of the Zong surname immediately chanted an incantation, releasing a red fishing net artifact.
When this artifact covered the refined corpse, white smoke hissed, seemingly greatly restraining it.
It looked like a mortal martial artist's technique, but combined with a cultivator's artifact and talismans, its lethality was not to be underestimated.
The three cooperated seamlessly, as if they had rehearsed many times. After killing this refined corpse, they immediately moved to the next building.
“Brother Zong, look! ”
The woman suddenly pointed to a spot, her face alight with excitement.
Not far away, amidst a patch of broken walls and crumbling ruins, several spirit grasses swayed and grew. Their emerald leaves bore pale markings, and they seemed to absorb the surrounding corpse qi, appearing remarkably mysterious at first glance.
However, beside these spirit grasses, two refined corpses stubbornly remained, like guardians.
“Yin Corpse Grass? ”
The cultivator of the Zong surname's face lit up with joy. He said to Qian Laodao: “Brother Qian. . . ”
“Rest assured, this old Daoist’s magic power has mostly recovered. ”
Qian Laodao's expression was solemn: “I can first draw one away. The remaining refined corpse, I will leave to you two. ”
“Many thanks, Brother Qian, we will surely repay you handsomely in the future! ”
Upon hearing this, Rogue Cultivator Zong immediately replied.
Before long, the old Daoist darted out, waving the tattered black banner repeatedly in his hand, drawing away one of the refined corpses. The two, one chasing and one fleeing, vanished around a corner in an instant.
Seeing this, Rogue Cultivator Zong also exchanged a signal with his wife. Each wielding an artifact, they surrounded and attacked the last refined corpse.
The two cooperated tacitly. In an instant, the female cultivator's sword slashed through the air, knocking away the refined corpse's arm.
“Good! ”
The cultivator of the Zong surname was overjoyed and took out a fireball talisman, about to finish off this refined corpse for good.
Suddenly, from behind him, a black qi assailed him. Caught completely off guard, the Zong surname cultivator's protective spiritual light instantly shattered. His face flushed, and he spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood.
“Brother Zong? ”
The female cultivator grew anxious at the sight but faced the refined corpse's counterattack. Released from the fishing net artifact's restraint, the refined corpse turned ferocious, pouncing on the female cultivator with bared fangs and claws.
“I’ll fight you to the death. . . ”
A flicker of determination flashed in her eyes. Her body and sword became one, piercing the refined corpse's chest like a rainbow streaking across the sun.
Pfft!
The female cultivator's chest also suffered a claw strike from the refined corpse. Several of her ribs were broken, and she fell to the ground, barely clinging to life.
“What’s going on? ”
The Zong surname cultivator struggled to turn around, only to see Qian Laodao standing behind him, smiling faintly: “You? ! ”
“Indeed. . . it is precisely this old Daoist. ”
Qian Laodao said with a squinting smile: “Fellow Daoist Zong, why not hand over that ancestral talisman inheritance. . . I might just spare your beloved daughter’s life. ”
“How. . . how did you know I have an ancestral talisman secret manual? ”
The Zong surname cultivator’s face instantly changed drastically.
This matter had always been a family secret, never spoken of to outsiders.
“Heh heh. . . this old Daoist has his sources. It’s just that your husband and wife aren’t weak, so plotting against you was a bit difficult. . . ”
Qian Laodao was exceedingly smug: “I deliberately befriended you for many years, finally waiting for this vulnerability. . . To tell you the truth, the fire poison in your daughter’s body was secretly administered by me, and the formula for this ‘Yin Corpse Grass’ was also secretly revealed to you by me. Otherwise, how could a mere itinerant physician know such a secret detoxification method? ”
“You. . . you schemed so meticulously, just for a talisman inheritance? ”
The Zong surname cultivator’s face was filled with disbelief, feeling that Qian Laodao had become utterly alien.
“If it were an ordinary talisman inheritance, of course not. But what if it’s a second-order inheritance? Perhaps even. . . a mid-grade or even superior-grade second-order one. ”
Qian Laodao chuckled and slowly stepped forward: “I advise you to be sensible, or else, when the living corpses slowly gnaw at you, that taste will be. . . ”
Thump-thump!
Just then, a series of heavy footsteps echoed.
Qian Laodao turned around in astonishment, only to see the mist disperse. From the deepest part of the Situ Clan’s ancestral grounds, a strange figure with ox horns emerged. . .
This monstrous figure stood over two meters tall, with flame-like patterns on its body and an expressionless face, yet two thick ox horns protruded from its head.
Crimson patterns adorned the horns.
As this strange individual drew closer, the surrounding ground began to tremble slightly, as if its body weighed as much as a mountain.
Along the way, whether it was refined corpses or anything else, they were all casually grabbed and crushed into dust by this monstrous figure!
This scene made both Qian Laodao and the Zong surname cultivator turn slightly pale.
“Impossible, how could there still be a second-order flying zombie here? ”
Qian Laodao infused an incantation into the tattered banner in his hand, causing it to fly out. Streaks of grey-black mist emerged, like chains, ready to entangle and bind the 'attacking' zombie.
Then, he slapped his storage bag, and a Yin Thunder Orb, mixed within the grey-black mist, shot out, making the Zong surname cultivator’s eye twitch.
Boom!
The Yin Thunder Orb exploded, streaks of thunder and flame bounced across the strange figure’s body. The powerful spiritual energy fluctuations unleashed a massive wave of air, causing Rogue Cultivator Zong to squint his eyes involuntarily.
Immediately after, he saw a colossal human figure emerge from the dust, its body pristine as new, without a single scratch.
“Impossible. . . even a Foundation Establishment master wouldn’t dare to directly take this Yin Thunder Orb. . . To withstand it with physical strength, unless it’s. . . a Corpse King? ”
Qian Laodao’s eyes seemed about to pop out. The ox-horned strange figure, however, let out a cold snort and seized with its large hand.
A wisp of black flame appeared out of thin air. The streaks of mist instantly dissipated, and a cluster of flames ignited on the small banner, turning it to ash in a flash.
Qian Laodao didn’t even have time to grieve for his superior-grade artifact. He immediately knelt on the ground: “Corpse King, this humble one is willing to be your corpse slave, to attract more cultivators for you, offering their essence blood and souls as tribute. Please accept this old servant. . . ”
Having said that, he even kowtowed loudly, then remained motionless.
Clearly, this person knew that fleeing was utterly useless in front of a third-order entity.
The ox-horned strange figure stopped in front of the old Daoist, making no move.
Seeing this, a flicker of joy quickly passed across the old Daoist’s face.
This was a stroke of luck!
If he could please this Corpse King, he might even be rewarded with treasures, or perhaps even be transformed into a zombie body.
The Zong surname cultivator held his wife, his face filled with despair.
He had prepared thoroughly for this trip to the Black Water Pool, yet he never expected to encounter such an inconceivable event.
He gazed at the Corpse King and saw the ox-horned Corpse King press its large hand onto Qian Laodao's head.
Qian Laodao’s smile froze on his face. In an instant, he turned into ash.
The ox-horned Corpse King continued forward, grabbing the Zong surname cultivator and his wife, one in each hand, and strode away.
The surroundings swept past like a raging gale, countless sights rapidly receding.
By the time Rogue Cultivator Zong regained his senses, he found himself in a dilapidated hall.
Within the hall, there were surprisingly two other cultivators who looked very young but whose magic power was unfathomable, seated opposite each other.
One of them wore a green robe and was continuously forming hand seals, channeling streams of magic power into the handsome young man before him.
From the void, wisps of an inexplicable cold qi emerged, all of which were absorbed by the handsome young man, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.
“Alright, after this wave of Yin qi, the Yin vein energy here has been mostly drawn. ”
Fang Xi muttered to himself and stood up.
“Zong Xiu. . . greets Senior! ”
Zong Xiu saw the ox-horned strange figure stand aside, like a guard. How could he not realize that this terrifyingly powerful Corpse King was merely this person's subordinate?
Moreover, as he looked at this person, a faint sense of familiarity inexplicably arose in his heart, as if he had seen his portrait somewhere before. Recalling that there weren't many Core Formation cultivators in the Three Kingdoms, a vague guess surfaced in his mind.
“Is your surname Zong, young friend? ”
Fang Xi smiled: “May I ask your ancestors' origin? ”
“My ancestors originated from the Green Bamboo Mountain market town, later living in White Peace Immortal City. . . then moved to Linghua Mountain in the State of Yue before sixty years ago. . . ”
Zong Xiu replied respectfully.
“As expected. . . ”
Fang Xi gazed at the faintly familiar face, sighed, and thought of the Green Bamboo Mountain market town, and Talisman Master Zong, as well as Lu Zhi, Chen Ping. . .
“Who is this person? Your wife? ”
He casually asked, glancing at the female cultivator.
“Indeed, Senior. Please show great mercy and save her. ”
Zong Xiu immediately knelt and pleaded.
“Never mind. . . ”
Fang Xi waved his hand, casually flicking a healing pill into Zong Xiu's hand: “Take it. This pill is enough for her treatment. ”
“Many thanks, Senior, many thanks, Senior! ”
Zong Xiu repeatedly thanked him, then fed the pill to his Daoist Companion.
The female cultivator, who had been barely clinging to life, stopped bleeding the moment she swallowed the pill. Her breathing even became even, though she remained unconscious.
“What happened to you? Tell me about it. ”
Fang Xi sat cross-legged and asked casually.
“Reporting, Senior, it is like this. . . ”
Zong Xiu hurriedly recounted the situation, like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.
“In the cultivation world, murder for treasure and malicious plots are common occurrences. You should be more careful in the future. . . ”
Fang Xi listened, neither confirming nor denying, then touched his storage ring, and a jade slip appeared: “You might have some guesses about my identity. . . This jade slip contains not only Chen Ping’s talisman inheritance from back then but also portions I’ve added subsequently. . . I bestow it upon you. ”
Chen Ping had once entrusted Fang Xi to pass on his talisman inheritance to a descendant of Lu Zhi, should the opportunity arise.
His inheritance had also been quite helpful to Fang Xi, so Fang Xi naturally reciprocated, adding some content to elevate this talisman inheritance from quasi-third-order to low-grade third-order.
“Many thanks, Senior, many thanks, Senior. . . ”
Zong Xiu was overjoyed and repeatedly kowtowed.
“It’s merely fulfilling an old acquaintance’s request. . . I will leave this place shortly, and furthermore, I do not wish for my whereabouts to be known. . . ”
Fang Xi said, hinting at his meaning.
“This junior swears upon his inner demons that he will absolutely not reveal Senior’s whereabouts, or else he will suffer qi deviation and die! ”
Zong Xiu hastily swore.
“Good. . . ”
Fang Xi nodded.
In reality, he no longer particularly cared whether his whereabouts were exposed. In fact, creating the illusion that he was still hidden within the Three Kingdoms before his impending distant journey might even make his enemies more apprehensive. . .
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