Chapter 87: The World Cannot Chase Its Edge, Heaven and Earth Stagnate My Brilliance

The corpse horses of the Ghost Post Station carried the demons to the desert and then vanished strangely.

The wind and sand were like a dusky yellow veil, layer upon layer of languid curls.

Ning Xuan, Zhaocai, and the several hundred other demons were all standing here.

The desert, as silent as a graveyard, suddenly became a little more lively, like a suona band sending “new ghosts” to their graves. Howls and cries were everywhere, mixed together, yet it only made the place seem even more deathly silent.

“Something’s not right,” Zhaocai said.

This was Ning Xuan’s first time taking this kind of Ghost Post Station. However, even without the original Leopard Zen Master’s memories, he could guess what was wrong.

A post station should transport people from station to station, right?

However, they had come from a post station, but there was no receiving station here in the desert.

They were just sent to the desert by the corpse horses of the Demon Post Station, dropped in the desert, and now they couldn’t find a way back.

They couldn’t go back!

However, Ning Xuan wasn’t panicked. He could return at any time.

He surveyed the surroundings like a tourist, while countless fragments of information began to connect in his mind.

His memory flashed back to the scene of entering the Demon Post Station.

The Demon Post Station was naturally in Leizhou.

And Leizhou… was raining.

A violent, incessant rain. Many places were flooded.

His elder brother had also mentioned in a casual chat that many refugees from Leizhou had fled not because of the demon disaster, but because of the natural disaster.

He was sensitive to rain, especially this kind of continuous downpour.

He had experienced it once before. That time it was the Heart-Losing Rain, caused by a demon disguised as a prefect who collected Dragon Qi, leading to heavenly punishment. But the Heart-Losing Rain was, after all, a very small-scale phenomenon. If the information was intentionally concealed, it would be impossible to know.

His elder brother had also told him about the follow-up to the Demon Slaying Division.

The establishment of the Demon Slaying Division was said to have solved the problem of it being difficult to kill great demons. A few days ago, his brother had heard that the Demon Slaying Division was escorting a fourth-grade great demon, sealed by a Heavenly Master, back to the imperial capital. It was said that it would be executed in the capital to appease the people.

Ning Xuan felt embarrassed to even say it. Was that appeasing the people? That was snatching Dragon Qi and resources from Leizhou.

Now, combining all the things he had encountered along the way with the current situation, he suddenly had an extremely bold guess.

A transaction.

Leizhou was a transaction.

And, it might even be a pilot program.

The Incense Fire World sent out the “Secret Pearl Great Black Sky Bodhisattva,” and the Dragon Qi World sent out the “Post Station Ghost.”

The Secret Pearl Great Black Sky Bodhisattva was here to harvest Dragon Qi. In the entire Leizhou with its dozen or so prefectures, the prefects had probably all been replaced by demon believers, and the payment they offered was demons.

The Post Station Ghost was here to collect the payment and, at the same time, regulate the other party’s scope of activity. It set the post station area within the range of Leizhou, so the demons’ activities were also contained within it. As for a post station point like the Shanmo Sect, which was far away in the desert, it had exceeded the limit, so the two sides had been pulling and tugging for a long time, and now it was officially abolished.

Both sides were very restrained.

Because this seemed to be their first pilot cooperation.

The Demon Slaying Division?

Regardless of whether that Heavenly Martial King was human or a Taiyin Ghost, his role in this transaction was that of a “department chief,” an errand boy.

The two sides might also have restrictions on cultivation realms.

Since “Heavenly Martial King” Shi Yantang was at the middle stage of the fourth grade, then the early stage of the fourth grade… was very likely the upper limit for this pilot program. The demons who could come here from the demon world would definitely not be higher than this realm.

Otherwise, the realm of this “department chief” would have to be raised a bit.

Ning Xuan had always been the type of person who could see the autumn from a single leaf. Now, he had seen many, many leaves. Combined with some of the world’s secrets, he arrived at this crazy conjecture.

His thoughts returned to the present.

Ning Xuan looked at the desolate desert around him and the anxious demons, and a sudden understanding dawned on him. He said to himself, ‘So it’s because the Shanmo Sect is not within the range of Leizhou, so it has to be withdrawn. And this is to deliver the last batch of goods, as a reward.’

If a recipient appeared soon, it would prove his above speculation to a certain extent.

—

In the desert.

The demons did not gather together.

They lacked trust in each other to begin with.

And most of those who came here were unranked or first-grade demons. Second-grade demons were rare.

Ning Xuan and Zhaocai, as proud second-grade demons, did not add any newcomers to their small team.

After walking a few more steps.

Cheers came from the distance.

Ning Xuan and Zhaocai quickly climbed a sand dune and stood high, looking into the distance.

An oasis appeared under the moonlight.

In the oasis, houses were arranged neatly in rows, and in the center was a statue of a hunchbacked old man leaning on a staff. The statue stood over two zhang tall, quite a magnificent sight in the desert.

“Hunchbacked Mountain Elder, Shanmo Sect.” Zhaocai’s previous suspicion had dissipated a lot. It hurried forward a few more steps and lay on the sand ridge, observing the cluster of houses.

Behind the doors of the houses, there seemed to be faint glimmers of treasure. Perhaps it was just gold and silver, perhaps it was a Buddha statue containing an incense fire treasure, or perhaps it was a porcelain bottle left behind by a cultivator from an ancient sect who had died in battle.

Zhaocai scanned the surroundings and found that some demons were already rushing down.

Zhaocai smacked its gums, its heart itching as it said, “Let’s go too! There must be good stuff!”

Ning Xuan said, “We’re not the first batch of demons to arrive, are we?”

Zhaocai said, “It’s been going on for seven days. We should have arrived on the last day.”

Ning Xuan asked a very simple question: “What about the ones before?”

Zhaocai smacked its lips and scanned the surroundings again.

Some demons were rushing towards the oasis, while others had clearly thought of something and were watching cautiously.

So, Zhaocai also asked a very simple question: “For the past few days, the post station has been transporting people here every day. There must have been some in yesterday’s batch who didn’t rush down, but the result is still the same, right? There are no signs of fighting here. This means they probably sensed something strange about this place, so they grabbed the treasures and slipped away. In my opinion, we should quickly drink the last sip of soup and then run.”

Ning Xuan said, “It seems it makes no difference whether we go to the oasis or not.”

Zhaocai wanted to go but also felt something was wrong. It looked anxious, rubbing its two claws back and forth.

But Ning Xuan suddenly moved, running quickly downwards.

The first time was out of caution. The second time, he was reminded by this little jackal demon. Actually, he would have figured it out even without the reminder. Now… it made no difference whether he was cautious or not, so he might as well run down and see the situation of the Five Poisons Sect.

Zhaocai also started running.

Ning Xuan weaved and turned, and soon, deep within the Shanmo Sect, in the center of an area surrounded by demons, he saw the figures of over a hundred martial artists.

Those martial artists sat in a circle. In the center was one of the three village chiefs from the inner village of the Five Poisons Sect, the one from the radical faction, Hantan Laolao (Grandma Cold Pond).

Like Old Man Lan Yu, Hantan Laolao was at the middle stage of the fourth-grade Life-Establishing Realm, a fourth-grade in the period of qi and blood decline.

Presumably, she was the only village chief who had not colluded with the demons and was thinking of weeding out the internal traitors.

These martial artists were currently inside a huge red spider Yang Soul Body. The spider Yang Soul Body emitted intense heat, and one could vaguely see some flowing toxins.

The intense toxins and vast yang qi made this Yang Soul Body particularly special, blocking everyone outside.

However, Ning Xuan sensed something strange.

His “Red Lotus Child” hidden within the Leopard Zen Master’s body, even from a distance, could feel a strange comfort, like a fish seeing water, knowing at a glance that this was his great opportunity.

The many martial artists of the Five Poisons Sect were sitting with their eyes closed, integrated with this Yang Soul Body.

Ning Xuan had experienced this state before; one could go without eating or drinking.

However, he didn’t know what this huge, formation-like Yang Soul Body was. Based on his own state, he felt… this should be some special inheritance of the Five Poisons Sect!

And just then, the moonlight in the sky suddenly dimmed. A fierce wind rose, and sand and dust rolled. The demons hurriedly became alert, but then they all suddenly looked up at the sky.

The sky was already occupied by a massive black shadow!

When Ning Xuan looked up, he saw a great seal wreathed in black smoke suddenly appear in the sky, pressing down.

He observed it for a moment.

He was stunned for a moment.

And then he smiled.

A mere third-grade Taiyin Ghost!

Scanning the surroundings again, he saw more than ten martial artists suddenly walk out from behind a sand dune not far away.

The leader wore a white robe with five pythons, the pythons having horns, and the cuffs embroidered with silver thread cloud and thunder patterns.

The rest of the people all wore white robes with three pythons, the pythons without horns.

They carried various weapons, their gazes cold and indifferent. And further away, there were Heavenly Masters flying in the air, like black moles on the bright moon.

Ning Xuan was familiar with the uniforms.

The dynasty stipulated that princes wore bright yellow robes with nine pythons, great generals wore bright red with seven pythons, the Son of Heaven’s Emissary from Zixia Temple wore black with five pythons, and since the Demon Slaying Division was on par with Zixia Temple, they also had a five-python configuration.

But the Grand Director of the Demon Slaying Division also had the title of Divine General, so he was on par with a great general and was specially granted a seven-python robe.

Thus…

The Demon Slaying Division was divided into three positions.

Demon Slaying Envoy, white three-python robe.

Division Commandant, white five-python robe.

Grand Director, white seven-python robe.

The ones who had come now were a Division Commandant of the Demon Slaying Division leading more than ten Demon Slaying Envoys.

“Demon Slaying Division!” a demon howled.

“This is a trap!” This was a smarter one.

“No, if it’s a trap, why would the Shanmo Sect cooperate with them, saying this place is open, saying there are many treasures here?” This was one who could think one step further.

But, no matter what they thought or did, it was useless.

They were just a batch of goods.

Goods in a transaction.

They were sent here, and the Demon Slaying Division was here to pick up the goods.

The next moment, the great seal completely descended, pressing down on the desert as if it had become a deep-sea abyss. Wisps of black smoke grew from the seabed like the long hair of a drowned woman, twisting and swaying in the yin wind.

Ning Xuan didn’t hesitate, directly activating the Twin Life Curse’s soul swap, changing his Yang Soul to a Yin Soul.

The Yang Soul was mighty but could not last long; the Yin Soul was long-lasting but not as powerful as the Yang Soul.

Then the Yin Soul quickly fled.

But it didn’t flee far.

Because he suddenly discovered that both the Taiyin Ghost and the Demon Slaying Division Commandant here were only third-grade. The remaining dozen or so Demon Slaying Envoys were just second-grade with magic treasures.

This sudden discovery gave him a feeling of both surprise and understanding.

Ever since he got together with the great Miss Lu, he had only seen top-tier experts along the way. He had almost forgotten what this world was originally like. He even had the illusion that there were extremely many experts in this world.

You know, the year before last, he, a second-grade general, could already suppress a whole province and deal with most demons.

And Tianyouzi, sent by Zixia Temple to the Incense Fire World, was only at the third-grade realm.

It was only after seeing General Qin, Old Man Lan Yu, Matron Qin, and Ruan Qingzhu that he suddenly felt this world was terrifying. However, these people were already top experts.

In fact, this world was the same as before.

He was improving rapidly, and although this world was also improving quickly… it simply couldn’t keep up with his pace of progress.

He instantly fled to a shadow on a distant sand dune…

He… temporarily became a spectator.

He watched as the first and second-grade demons in the desert were buried one by one in the sand dune tombs, and another was knocked out and picked up by the Demon Slaying Division. The ghost corpse horses that had disappeared before appeared again.

However, this time they appeared, they had changed their appearance, no longer looking gloomy, but had become white horses.

The white horses were plated with a layer of Dragon Qi, as if gilded.

The Demon Slaying Division loaded the unconscious demons onto the white horses like cargo, and the white horses instantly disappeared.

“These demons probably never expected that they have a Demon Post Station, and we have a Heavenly Master Post Station. Their coming here was just a rumor we spread, waiting for them to walk into the trap.”

“These demons, invading our territory, then we will use their blood to cultivate more experts!”

“Our Demon Slaying Division will surely grow stronger and kill all the demons in Leizhou!”

The members of the Demon Slaying Division in white five-python robes chatted with each other while they worked, their faces filled with resentment.

Ning Xuan watched, feeling sleepy.

It seemed that the ordinary members of the Demon Slaying Division, like those local Heavenly Masters, were all kept in the dark. Even now, they knew nothing.

They thought it was the rumors they spread that made these demons come, but they didn’t know that the Shanmo Sect had also pushed the boat along with the current. Otherwise… how could so many demons have come?

He couldn’t get anything from these little guys.

The Yin Soul Ning Xuan lay in the shadows.

Everything happening in the great desert at this moment was not dangerous to him. He continued to wait quietly.

People who like to fish are always patient.

—

“Wah!! Wah!!!”

A dangerous cry suddenly broke the silence of the night.

Lu Xuezhi, who was sleeping, was suddenly startled awake. She felt around and found that the cloth pad under little Xuanxue’s bottom was soaked, and a warm stream of water was hitting her fingers.

“Giggle giggle…”

The baby girl, perhaps sensing her own mischief, cried for a bit and then suddenly laughed happily.

The Yang Soul Ning Xuan opened his eyes in the darkness and took out a new diaper pad from the side to change it.

This diaper pad was not like the “diapers” of his previous life, but was made of soft cotton cloth cut into a rectangle, folded and placed under the baby’s bottom, and changed promptly after it got wet.

After changing it, he wrapped little Xuanxue up and held her over the ceramic chamber pot to pee.

Lu Xuezhi washed her hands and then said helplessly, “She cried and fussed for breast milk before bed, I didn’t expect her to suddenly pee after drinking. It’s only the third watch now, usually it’s the fourth watch. I would also wake up in advance to help her pee.”

She sat on the edge of the bed, her long, snow-white legs together.

These murderous long legs had now become soft in outline, filled with the quiet virtue of a beautiful woman.

After Ning Xuan finished helping his daughter pee, he held her, rocked her, and hummed a tune, imitating Lu Xuezhi’s usual humming…

His humming wasn’t good, but it wasn’t bad either.

Little Xuanxue sucked her fingers, listened for a while, and felt drowsy. If she didn’t fall asleep, it would be hard to escape this sound. So, her head tilted, her chubby cheek pressed to one side, and she fell asleep.

The couple both quieted down, tiptoed to put the baby girl into the bedding, and carefully covered her.

Hearing the baby girl’s even breathing, Lu Xuezhi finally let out a “pfft” of laughter, gently punching the man’s chest with her fist, “What were you humming?”

Ning Xuan smiled.

Lu Xuezhi whispered, “I feel like my previous life as a general was like a dream. The killing, the demons, the martial world, the desert, all like a long dream. Now that I’ve woken up, this is real life.

Teacher and the wet nurse have both come.

And mother, mother will be back in less than four years. By then, Xuanxue will be six years old.

Do you think mother will like Xuanxue?”

Ning Xuan said, “She will.”

Lu Xuezhi asked again, “Do you feel suddenly relaxed?”

Ning Xuan smiled, “I do.”

The night gradually quieted.

—

At dawn, the desert welcomed the morning sun.

The frost dissipated.

The people from the Demon Slaying Division stretched their waists. The hundreds of demons that had come last night had all been transported away by the pure white corpse horses.

“Work’s done. This is the last batch today. That Demon Post Station’s site here has been completely eradicated by the Heavenly Masters. Let’s go to the next place!!”

The Demon Slaying Division Commandant waved his hand cheerfully and led a group of Demon Slaying Envoys quickly eastward.

Their figures gradually faded and disappeared into the wind and sand.

Ning Xuan glanced in the direction of the oasis.

The people of the Five Poisons Sect, enveloped by the giant spider Yang Soul Body, had still not come out.

Out of caution, it was normal.

And he had roughly guessed the scene after their departure that day.

He had faced the pursuit of demons and Old Man Lan Yu.

And the people of the Five Poisons Sect had faced the village chief of the surrender faction, the demon believers in the Five Poisons Sect, the Xuan Yin Fox, the demons of the Shanmo Sect, and even… Qin Shan Jun.

In the end, the people of the Five Poisons Sect, after Hantan Laolao sacrificed this formation-like Yang Soul Body, formed a standoff with the outside, preventing the many demons of the Shanmo Sect from breaking through for a time, or rather, from breaking through while keeping the people inside alive.

Now, with the abandonment of the “Shanmo Sect station” and the retreat of the demons, Hantan Laolao and the others seemed to have survived.

But it only seemed so…

After all, a fourth-grade piece of clothing with no possibility of further improvement was ripe for harvesting.

Perhaps A Sui and the others could leave alive, but what about Hantan Laolao?

Ning Xuan didn’t think so.

At least, if he were a Taiyin Ghost, he would not let such a mature piece of clothing that could be harvested leave.

—

Three days passed in a flash.

The Yang Soul Ning Xuan in Xinghe County was patiently fishing. In Old Man Lan Yu’s eyes, this was an act of “stagnated cultivation, feeling depressed and bitter.”

The Yin Soul Ning Xuan in the desert was patiently waiting.

The once perhaps prosperous Shanmo Palace was now extremely quiet.

Slowly, the vast spider Yang Soul Body formation in the distance finally disappeared, turning into a five-colored jade stone that landed in Hantan Laolao’s palm, and was quickly put away by her.

The disciples of the Five Poisons Sect were extremely weak, their faces showing resentment, but they all looked towards Hantan Laolao, A Sui, and another person named Han Yao.

Hantan Laolao was at the middle stage of the fourth grade with declining qi and blood.

A Sui and Han Yao, like Qin Shan Jun, were both young-generation early-stage fourth-grade experts.

Hantan Laolao was already drowsy, her face ashen. Forcibly activating the Yang Soul Body had cost her a lot of lifespan. Although she had not yet reached her limit, she was not far off. At most, in eight or nine years, she would fall.

“Grandma, where are we going?” A Sui supported her.

Han Yao looked around vigilantly, “We have to get back to the village quickly! Our families are all in the village!”

Hantan Laolao looked at A Sui, “What do you think we should do?”

A Sui pondered, “First, go to the nearby camel tribe. If they haven’t betrayed us, we’ll eat and drink our fill and recover. Then we’ll split into two groups. One group will investigate the inner village of the Five Poisons Sect. If it’s not good, we’ll immediately flee.

The Western Regions sects are not just our Five Poisons Sect. The situation here at the Shanmo Sect must have been watched by many people. After we go deeper, we will likely encounter people from new sects coming to support us.”

Han Yao frowned, “A Sui, you’re so heartless? Our families are still in the village.”

But Hantan Laolao’s old face showed a look of relief. She glanced at the weak and defeated soldiers behind her, “From now on, listen to A Sui. Han Yao, you too…”

She looked at Han Yao with a kind expression.

The latter sighed but still nodded, then said, “Grandma, let’s go.”

Hantan Laolao gave him a deep look, shook her head, then looked at A Sui, placed the five-colored jade stone in his palm, and said, “Go.”

Han Yao was stunned.

A Sui closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said, “Go!”

As he left, a group of Five Poisons Sect disciples followed him with a clatter.

Although they were second, third, and fourth-grade, and their overall strength could even match the current Demon Slaying Division, they… were all too weak. They had maintained their yang qi output for over a year, without eating or drinking. Now, although they weren’t at the point of being completely exhausted, they could only exert six or seven-tenths of their full strength.

Hantan Laolao, on the other hand, sat cross-legged on the spot, under a date palm tree by the oasis lake.

The wind blew gently. Wrinkled and old, drowsy, she looked just like an old woman leaning on a staff at the village entrance.

This was a respectable old woman, but she was also about to reach the end of her life.

In a daze, figures appeared before her eyes. Some of those figures were catching giant-eyed spiders under the trees to scare a small child, who cried out in terror, while the figure laughed heartily;

Some had silver-ringed poisonous snakes wrapped around their ankles as they stepped into the swamp. In the swamp, centipedes broke through the water and then tumbled to another place;

Some were gathered around a large bronze cauldron emitting a strange fragrance. Many poisonous creatures were swarming towards it, drilling inside to start fighting;

Some were sparring. Their powers were venomous, the toxins hard to dispel. From time to time, a figure’s face would turn green, but that figure would quickly sit cross-legged to detoxify…

In the distant wind, the sound of wind chimes could be vaguely heard.

But those were not wind chimes, but the蛊 (gǔ – venomous insect) keepers of the Five Poisons Sect.

Hantan Laolao’s gaze followed the蛊 keepers as they ran and ran.

She looked left and right, and suddenly saw the figure of a small boy.

The figure was kneeling in a remote small house.

From the small house came a stern reprimand.

“Although our Five Poisons Sect uses poison, our hearts are not poisonous. At such a young age, you directly used poison to kill an entire village. What a poisonous heart you have.”

“I’m not wrong! The people in that village were all bandits!”

“But there were also children!”

“The children of bandits are also bandits. They are like a malignant tumor, only bringing danger to the surroundings. I killed them… woo woo woo, Senior Sister, why are you covering my mouth?”

“Let him go, Han Yin.” The stern voice continued, “Reflect on yourself properly. If you can’t reflect on your mistakes, it means you are not suitable for my Five Poisons Sect. Cripple your martial arts and seek another path!”

Grandma Hantan looked up at the purple-robed young girl named Han Yin.

She… was named Han Yin.

The old woman looked up at the young girl.

The purple-robed young girl’s gaze passed through her and looked into the distance.

Hantan Laolao hurriedly raised her hand to grab.

With this grab, the small house, the figures, everything shattered.

That scene of the prosperous era of the Five Poisons Sect shattered like a dream bubble with this grab.

All that was left was the withered, root-like arm stretched out.

Hantan Laolao suddenly looked into the distance and said, “Demon Daoist! Still not coming out?”

The four words were like thunder, spreading into the distance, forming a majestic thunderous sound. It even suppressed the surrounding wind and sand… The wind in the surrounding books was filled with “still not coming out,” “still not coming out”!!

But, the moment Hantan Laolao spoke, she seemed to have triggered something…

Many black threads suddenly appeared on her mouth. Those black threads, as if held by a strange hand, began to sew back and forth, up and down. The stitches retreated and then pierced back, forming continuous tight lines, instantly sewing her mouth shut.

Next were her eyelids, nostrils, ears…

Hantan Laolao’s face was covered in black stitches, filled with a terrifying aura.

Next, black threads began to appear on her arms. Those black threads tightened, pulling her arms back. Her two arms were pressed together, tightly sewn up…

It wasn’t over yet.

Her legs also began to be sewn up.

Her arms and legs were all being sewn up.

Hantan Laolao became a ball of black thread.

And from under the desert, more black threads drilled out, beginning to sew her to the ground.

This kind of power was a curse that only an early-stage fourth-grade Taiyin Ghost could possess.

Compared to this silent curse, the ghost seal that descended from the sky was much more flamboyant and also much more inconvenient.

The attack methods of Taiyin Ghosts were actually very similar to those of Heavenly Masters. They were mainly based on “restraint and control.” Even if they could kill enemies across realms, within the same realm, they could only rely on attrition.

Hantan Laolao was restrained.

Her powerful life force meant that even though her whole body was covered in black threads, she was not seriously injured.

She just couldn’t move.

Just then, her withered body suddenly became full, like a dry balloon being inflated.

With the “inflation,” her dry, wrinkled skin began to recover. Her body became incomparably fat and huge, but she quickly shrank back.

After a few times back and forth, a strange “ge ge ge ge” laugh finally sounded in the air.

A purple-robed black shadow appeared from the distance. With a flicker of its figure, it appeared beside Hantan Laolao.

A woman’s sharp voice came.

“I advise you not to self-destruct, otherwise I can’t guarantee whether your fleeing juniors can survive.”

Hantan Laolao’s “expansion and contraction” calmed down.

The purple-robed figure continued, “Han Yin, we’ve met, so let’s not waste words.

You know we are only interested in finished clothes that can no longer improve. As for the younger generation, we let them grow.

So, as long as I’m not provoked, I won’t attack your juniors.

Now, shed your Yang Soul Body and slowly become a part of me.”

As she spoke, the purple-robed figure moved a finger, and a black thread on Hantan Laolao’s mouth “swished” down, unraveling.

With this small opening, a wisp of yang qi shot out.

The purple-robed figure smiled playfully, but then her smile froze.

Just one black thread had been loosened, and all the black threads on Hantan Laolao’s body began to expand crazily, breaking open…

The withered old woman began to grow taller at an incredible rate, reaching over two zhang. Her whole body was covered in bulging muscles, and all the sealed black lines were completely broken.

Her aging began to reverse.

Her bark-like face quickly became smooth.

The old woman’s appearance also turned into that of a matron.

Then quickly into a young girl.

The young girl had aged eyes, and four white-gold flame patterns appeared on her brow.

Hantan Laolao had become Miss Han Yin again.

“Corpse-Sewing Ghost.”

Han Yin’s eyes looked coldly at the purple-robed figure before her.

The purple-robed figure, called the Corpse-Sewing Ghost, said, “Middle-stage fourth grade, Yang Soul returning to the body, reversing aging?

Four Yang patterns, it seems you have cultivated all five poisons. As expected of an older generation disciple of the Five Poisons Sect.

But, this is extremely consuming, isn’t it?

You’re already like this, and you still want to fight?

All this fighting you’re doing is damaging my clothes! Do you really not care about your juniors!?”

Han Yin’s face was resolute, her fists clenched, her black hair flowing in the desert wind.

Her young eyes carried a look of disdainful laughter as she looked at the figure opposite her, as if mocking the other’s ignorance. Then she threw down a sentence with resounding force, “I would rather be a shattered jade than an intact tile.”

The Corpse-Sewing Ghost said, “As expected of the radical faction. But not every disciple thinks like you.”

Han Yin said with disgust, “Lan Yu, Qianzhuke’s disciple, a despicable person! In the nine hells, the ancestors would spit in their faces! How are they worthy of calling themselves disciples of the Five Poisons Sect?”

The Corpse-Sewing Ghost “ge ge” laughed, her laughter cold and sinister.

Han Yin’s figure moved abruptly.

In a flash, she was in front of the Corpse-Sewing Ghost.

The Corpse-Sewing Ghost was wearing Heavenly Master clothes and instantly遁地 (traveled underground).

However, she only traveled a li away.

She crashed into a strange golden membrane.

The golden membrane was burning fiercely, filled with yang qi…

It made the inside and outside seem as if they were separated.

Anything with too much yin qi, no matter how deeply hidden, could not pass!

“Five Yangs gathering into one, Yin and Yang returning to chaos? A forbidden technique of mutual destruction like this, you actually know it?!” The Corpse-Sewing Ghost’s face was very cold, not just cold, but also a little panicked.

“Forbidden technique?”

Han Yin said, “That’s just a forbidden technique in the eyes of you Taiyin Ghosts.

This old body knows that you ghost thing cannot be killed, but… this old body can send you back to the Taiyin Ghost Realm, let you return to the third-grade realm, and then slowly wait, slowly suffer.

Immortal? Heh, losing everything, isn’t that also a kind of reincarnation?

As for mutual destruction, it’s just that this old body’s strength is not enough.

If this old body had one more Yang pattern on her brow, it would be more than enough to seal you.”

—

Above the desert.

There was a scorching sun in the sky.

And there was also one on the ground.

This scorching sun had a radius of one li and was filled with yang qi.

The young girl within it was no longer speaking, but sat cross-legged in the middle of this scorching sun. The scorching sun began to shrink.

The Corpse-Sewing Ghost also stopped speaking. The purple-robed Heavenly Master clothes on its body had already disintegrated, turning into flesh and blood, into a blood mist.

The Corpse-Sewing Ghost also revealed its ferocious appearance, black smoke rolling, its face full of resentment.

It suddenly let out a roar, and yin winds immediately blew within the scorching sun…

From the outside, the scorching sun also changed, becoming half white-hot, half pitch-black.

Black and white chased each other, rolling in the air. At the same time, the black and white light ball was rapidly shrinking.

Suddenly, a slight imbalance appeared in the black and white of the light ball…

The black seemed to have increased a little.

Then, the black became more and more.

The Corpse-Sewing Ghost “ge ge” laughed.

Han Yin’s face was pale.

She was at the middle stage of the fourth grade. Logically, if she fought with her life, she could completely seal the Taiyin Ghost. But at this moment, not only was her qi and blood declining, but she had also endured a year of suffering. Her yang qi was actually not enough to suppress the Corpse-Sewing Ghost.

In the light ball, her figure began to return to old age again.

She lowered her head and let out a self-deprecating laugh.

She had reached the end of her road, with no more tricks up her sleeve.

But just then, she suddenly felt the yang qi in the light ball increase. Feeling it again, it was a burst of yang qi that had suddenly broken in from the outside.

Han Yin turned her head in astonishment, looking in the direction of the yang qi. At the same time, a trace of anger rose in her heart, because she instinctively thought it was A Sui or Han Yao who had returned.

But in the next instant, she was completely stunned.

She met a pair of fiery red eyes. Those eyes belonged to a doll.

She recognized that this doll was a pure Yang Soul Body.

But whose Yang Soul Body was in human form?

Her gaze followed her thoughts, and at a speed that seemed to slow down time, it landed on the center of the doll’s brow.

On its brow were twelve Yang patterns, like a twelve-petaled red lotus.

Just in the time it took for her to turn her head and glance, the yang qi in the light ball suddenly surged, as if a dry sea had met a heavenly collapse, and the cracked sky poured down all the water of the Milky Way.

The quantity and quality of the yang qi were both terrifying to the extreme.

Han Yin was even stunned for a moment, a look of intense disbelief in her eyes, and she subconsciously murmured.

“Nine-Five Supreme, Supreme True Yang… the one in the myths…”

“Am I dreaming?”

She murmured, but the yang qi was already replenished. Her aged body began to rapidly return to youth.

She even retreated from the light ball, because the yang qi in the light ball was already enough to balance the yin qi of the Corpse-Sewing Ghost.

Yin and yang were balanced. The black and white rotation became faster and faster.

The Corpse-Sewing Ghost lay in the shrinking light ball, its resentful eyes staring fixedly outside, as if wanting to