Chapter 939: Profound Nether
Chapter 939: Profound Nether
Swoosh!
Dozens of miles away, a hazy black light flashed, and a figure identical to the Left Emissary appeared, revealed to be his Nascent Soul!
As a perfected Nascent Soul of the Mahayana stage, its survival capabilities were clearly extremely strong.
Of course, the more crucial point was that Fang Xi had held back.
Otherwise, even if this Nascent Soul had already semi-primordialized, it would still have been reduced to nothingness under the temporal-spatial chaotic blade.
The Nascent Soul glared resentfully at Fang Xi, forming hand seals, about to cast a secret art to flee.
But at that instant, a banner appeared above it at some unknown moment, and the spiritual power fluctuations of an Immortal Artifact enveloped it.
—Demon-Summoning Banner!
Massive amounts of Heavenly Demon Script surged into the Nascent Soul's body, like countless chains, unexpectedly causing the Left Emissary's immortal essence power to dissipate instantly.
Greatly alarmed, he was about to gather his immortal essence power again when he saw Fang Xi look over, two beams of green and yellow light in his eyes, like sharp swords, directly piercing into his sea of consciousness!
—Withered Glory Illusionary Pupils!
The Nascent Soul was instantly bewildered, enveloped layer by layer by numerous Heavenly Demon Script chains, transforming into a spherical shape and falling into the 'Demon-Summoning Banner'.
Not far away, the 'Ten Absolutes Gates' wailed, and its gates, stacked one upon another, fell from mid-air.
Fang Xi caught it, and saw a miniature gate in his hand, feeling immensely satisfied.
"Another Immortal Artifact, not bad. . ."
With his capabilities, he naturally couldn't destroy an Immortal Artifact.
The key was that this Immortal Artifact was a treasure of the Array Dao, and he happened to be a Ninth-tier Immortal Array Master, which allowed him to find its flaw and strike with one blow.
If it were an ordinary Array Master, or an Immortal, wielding this Immortal Artifact, it would have been extremely troublesome for Fang Xi to escape.
"The Black Xuan Cult, and the cultivator in the bronze carriage. . . all troublesome."
"But even with such a massive vortex, it cannot affect me."
Fang Xi's expression was resolute. His divine sense swept out, and he saw two more Mahayana cultivators approaching together.
They were precisely two of the three Mahayana cultivators who had previously pursued the bronze carriage, though one was now missing.
Not only that, but behind them followed a bronze carriage covered in scars. Its two puppets had long since vanished, and inside the carriage, only a young girl remained, unconscious from a restriction, lying upon it.
"The spiritual power fluctuations of the Left Protector earlier should be in this area. . ."
The Black Xuan Cult's Gold Protector, with a golden belt wrapped around his waist, moved his divine sense and also saw Fang Xi.
"Again?"
Fang Xi felt speechless. "Did I forget to use the Luck Gu to check my own fortune recently? Why does trouble keep coming in waves?"
"No good, this person. . ."
The Gold Protector and Silver Protector saw the 'Ten Absolutes Gates' in Fang Xi's hand, their pupils constricting sharply. They were about to transform into two streaks of light and flee in different directions, abandoning even their captive.
They, Gold, Silver, and Copper, were the three great Protectors of the Black Xuan Cult, all at the Mahayana stage of cultivation.
But earlier, in order to capture that woman, who was also a Mahayana cultivator and aided by a rare treasure, their third brother had already fallen.
In their current unfavorable state, they wouldn't be so foolish as to make an enemy of a fiend who had slain the Left Emissary!
And these two possessed extraordinary escape techniques. Fleeing in separate directions, against an enemy who was merely at the Mahayana stage, at least one of them could indeed escape and report the matter to the Black Xuan Cult Master!
"Alas. . . troublesome."
Fang Xi let out a faint sigh. A dark wooden seal appeared in his hand—it was precisely the 'Life and Death Seal'!
The illusory image of the Ancestor Demonic Tree appeared. An inexplicable profound light flashed from its crown, merging with countless dragon-shaped glyphs, sweeping across the escape lights of the two Mahayana cultivators in an instant.
—Supreme Pole Star Life-Ending Divine Light!
In an instant, the two Protectors, Gold and Silver, who together could have fought the Left Emissary, instantly perished, transforming into two corpses that plummeted!
Fang Xi snapped his fingers, and Cang Mingzi went to retrieve their 'Item-Storing Talismans'.
He swept his gaze over them, then with a flash of silver light from his hands, he sent the Mahayana cultivators' corpses, along with their Item-Storing Talismans, magical treasures. . . all together into the Earthly Immortal World.
No matter what marked items they had on them, they were now completely isolated by this method.
"Now, there's only one trouble left. After silencing them, I can continue to lie low."
Fang Xi directed his escape light, landing on the bronze carriage.
This rare treasure, having endured fierce combat, was now completely ruined, utterly devoid of any more mystical properties.
As for the young girl, her eyes were tightly closed, her skin like jade, appearing utterly pitiable.
"Is that woman who ambushed me dead?"
Fang Xi muttered, extending his right hand to press it onto the young girl's head, who had not yet reached Foundation Establishment.
—Soul Search!
With the strength of his divine sense now, this was simply effortless.
In fact, Fang Xi had originally intended to soul search the Left Emissary's Nascent Soul, then throw it back into the Earthly Immortal World, erasing all traces along the way.
Soon, streams of information surfaced in Fang Xi's mind.
This young girl's name was 'Yue Ying'. She was a disciple of a Mahayana-level power, the 'Bright Moon Palace'. The Palace Master of the Bright Moon Palace, who was also her aunt, was the only Mahayana cultivator in that faction.
Relying on a special spiritual medicine produced in the palace, which supplied the Golden Bamboo Sea, their days were quite carefree and enjoyable.
However, several years ago, this girl was unexpectedly found to possess a unique physique—the 'Profound Nether Body'.
This type of immortal physique, if in a lower realm, would basically be diagnosed as an incurable disease.
However, it had long since been deciphered in the True Immortal World. It only required a Mahayana cultivator to regularly nourish her dantian and meridians with immortal essence power, combined with a certain secret art, allowing her cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds.
Furthermore, once this immortal physique advanced to the Mahayana stage, it could even produce a 'Profound Nether Liquid'. If this liquid was applied all over the body, it could weaken the power of the next Immortal Lightning Tribulation by roughly ten to twenty percent!
Yue Ying was naturally treasured by her aunt, who also cast a secret art to conceal her immortal physique.
As a result, for some unknown reason, this information was discovered by the Black Xuan Cult.
The Black Xuan Cult coerced the Bright Moon Palace to hand over Yue Ying, but Yue Ying's aunt refused. The outcome was the destruction of the Bright Moon Palace, and she and her aunt fled aboard their sect's treasured artifact—the Moon Patrolling Carriage.
Then, they encountered Fang Xi. . .
"How boring. . . "
Fang Xi yawned, and with a single hand seal.
The power of his Spiritual Domain descended, and the restrictions on Yue Ying's body instantly crumbled.
"Auntie. . ."
Yue Ying whimpered, waking up. Upon seeing Fang Xi, her expression changed again: "You are. . . that Mahayana cultivator from before!"
"Precisely. . ."
Fang Xi stood with his hands behind his back, smiling faintly. "Your aunt used a secret art to transfer the Thousand Souls Incense to harm me. Now that she's dead, it can be said she reaped what she sowed. . . What else do you have to say?"
Yue Ying gritted her teeth, and directly prostrated herself: "This junior, Yue Ying, possesses the 'Profound Nether Body', and wishes to take Senior as my master. . ."
"Take me as your master?"
Fang Xi laughed aloud: "Do you hate me?"
"Yue Ying and Mister are strangers. . . " Yue Ying forced a smile, but she believed that any Mahayana cultivator would find it difficult to resist the temptation of the 'Profound Nether Liquid'.
The next moment, Fang Xi's words caused her vision to blacken.
"My divine sense can already soul search you without your even realizing it. . ."
Fang Xi sighed: "You hate me. . . hate me for not stopping earlier to fight against powerful enemies with you, otherwise your aunt wouldn't have died. . ."
"Senior. . . " Yue Ying's expression changed. She wanted to say more, but her vision went black, and she lost consciousness forever. . .
Fang Xi had no intention of debating with the other party.
There were all kinds of people in this world. Changing someone's worldview was harder than ascending to heaven; it was simpler to just ignore them or send them to their death. . .
'Now everyone is dead, and all traces have been thrown into the Earthly Immortal World. . . '
'It should be impossible to track me. '
As for the so-called heavenly secrets divination and calculation arts, Fang Xi, with the 'All-Heavens Precious Mirror' suppressing his own destiny, feared this the least.
Therefore, after clearing the battlefield, he controlled his escape light and flew towards Spirit Mountain in the Golden Bamboo Sea.
...
'Indeed. . . was it just a coincidence before? '
Spirit Mountain.
Fang Xi descended onto the rooftop terrace, murmuring to himself.
Since encountering that incident, he hadn't encountered any other troubles along the way.
As for the so-called 'Thousand Souls Incense'?
After soul searching the Left Emissary and finding the relevant secret art and method of dissolution, it was directly dispelled. The opponent's Nascent Soul was also fed to the Ancestor Demonic Tree by Fang Xi.
Overall, the aftermath was handled very cleanly.
However, there were quite a few secrets in the Left Emissary's mind that greatly interested Fang Xi.
'The Black Xuan Cult Master is actually a 'Ghost Immortal'! For ghost cultivators to achieve immortality, the Immortal Lightning Tribulation at the Mahayana stage is incredibly difficult. Those who succeed are truly peerless figures. . . '
Fang Xi secretly calculated the possibility of the Fengyuan Chamber of Commerce abandoning him if the matter were exposed.
'As a major power, they wouldn't just abandon their own Mahayana guest elder after a few threats from a Ghost Immortal. . . '
'Moreover, this place is Spirit Mountain, and that Ghost Immortal would also have to show some respect to the great monks here. . . As long as I don't leave Spirit Mountain, there won't be much of a problem. '
'Of course, I also won't allow myself to fall into a situation where I need to be weighed against others. '
If this matter were exposed and the Black Xuan Cult Master sought revenge.
Fang Xi would definitely run away immediately. The Fengyuan Chamber of Commerce could go to hell!
Even a single strand of his hair was far more valuable than this entire faction combined.
...
Six Zen Tower.
Inside the private room.
"Grand Elder. . . I've already said, my acquaintance with that Senior is shallow, we are merely neighbors. . ."
Shi Yushu looked at Qi Hou, a bitter smile surfacing on his face.
"Alas. . ."
The wrinkles on Qi Hou's face were all bunched up. He squatted on the grand chair, puffing on his tobacco pipe.
Only after a long while did he puff out a cloud of smoke: "It's hard for our Three Yuan Sect to establish itself. . . Lately, the outside world has been even more unstable. The Black Xuan Cult destroyed the Bright Moon Palace, and there's fighting and death everywhere. . ."
"What does this have to do with us? " Shi Yushu asked, his face full of confusion.
"Our Three Yuan Sect relies on the Bright Moon Palace for support, so tell me, is there a connection? If our sect had a Mahayana cultivator, why would this old man have had to grovel and beg those women back then?"
Qi Hou jumped down from the chair and tucked his tobacco pipe into his waist: "Never mind, never mind. . . Sometimes this old man truly wishes to disband the sect directly, to save himself all this vexation. . ."
He walked out of the private room, hands clasped behind his back, seemingly full of worry.
Shi Yushu also felt somewhat bewildered.
Fighting was forbidden within Spirit Mountain, but outside Spirit Mountain, minor powers were innumerable, and no one knew how many rose and fell over the course of each century.
Could it be that the small sect he had joined was doomed to fall again?
He was full of troubled thoughts and wanted to leave, but he was immediately stopped by a charmingly smiling maidservant: "Esteemed guest, you haven't settled your bill yet. . ."
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