“Kid, this Daoist will send you on your way.”
With that, the white-robed old man waved his large hand and pointed with a small finger. Thousands of ghostly faces emerged from the cauldron, wearing expressions that seemed both crying and laughing, looking like neither humans nor ghosts, as they lunged toward Wang Xuanyi.
The dozens of tiny blood-red figures were no longer cheerful. They turned hideous and terrifying, continuously gathering deathly energy for the white-robed old man.
“I don't want to die...”
“I want to see my child...”
The gloomy space became incredibly bloody, covered by a layer of writhing blood mist that exuded an extremely nauseating, metallic stench.
“A mere Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator dreaming of opposing an Immortal Lord? How utterly foolish.”
Seeing the blood mist swallow Wang Xuanyi, thousands of ghostly faces swarmed forward, forming one eerie secret rune after another, sealing the blood mist along with Wang Xuanyi inside.
The white-robed old man waved his sleeve, and the blood-red space began to warp and writhe like a living organism, constantly squeezing the seal.
“You're nothing but a damaged, dead corpse of the Nascent Soul Realm, yet you dare call yourself an immortal? What boasting.” Wang Xuanyi's sneering voice echoed from within the seal.
Crack!
Inside the blood mist, Wang Xuanyi snorted coldly. As he opened his eyes, an aura that shocked, defied, and deceived the heavens diffused outward. The terrifying pupil technique instantly shattered the space.
“Hmm?”
The white-robed old man froze, his eyebrows knitting together as he stared down at Wang Xuanyi. “Kid, you have quite a few life-saving tricks. To think this spell actually failed to refine you.”
“Are you saying...” Wang Xuanyi glanced at the blood-red barrier, which had shattered like glass, and sneered, “this barrier, which is no different from paper, was meant to refine a Golden Core Realm cultivator?”
“What?!”
Hearing this, the white-robed old man frowned and immediately probed Wang Xuanyi's aura. There was no Golden Core formed in his abdomen; his realm was still clearly the Foundation Establishment Realm.
“Kid, there is no Golden Core in your body. You dare try to deceive this Daoist? You court death!”
With those words, the old man channeled a spell and thrust out a withered, bloodless hand. Following his movement, the space itself condensed into a massive, bloody hand.
Without any hesitation, it pressed down to crush Wang Xuanyi.
He admitted that he had been momentarily startled by the other party just now, but it was only for a split second.
Countless Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators had died by his hands. He did not put Wang Xuanyi in his eyes at all.
Wang Xuanyi crossed his arms and looked up at the approaching bloody hand. His tall, upright figure remained standing proudly, quietly waiting for the hand to fall without showing the slightest concern.
The white-robed old man merely assumed the kid was paralyzed with fear and let out bursts of mocking laughter.
In the next instant, he could no longer laugh.
As the bloody hand descended, accompanied by the squeezing force of the blood-red space, Wang Xuanyi closed his eyes. When he opened them again, countless runes surged forth, shattering it completely.
Zing!
A sharp pain shot through the old man's palm, and black blood began to flow. He stared down at the figure below in utter disbelief, waves of shock crashing through his heart.
“Are those... heterochromatic eyes?”
Within Wang Xuanyi's eyes, two bizarre, differently-colored floral patterns spun, as if they could see through all illusions of the world and command the life and death of all things.
The patterns were incredibly vivid, looking like objects from an otherworldly realm.
One black, one white; one yin, one yang.
Inside them was engraved the birth of all things, and within them unfolded the end of all existence.
Everything, absolutely everything, cycled and replayed within those eyes.
“What? Don't recognize this flower?”
Wang Xuanyi spoke calmly, taking step after step toward the old man. With each step, golden lotuses and the Dao patterns of that bizarre flower bloomed beneath his feet.
“You're not in the Foundation Establishment Realm?!”
The white-robed old man panicked. He wanted to flee, only to find that he could no longer control this blood-red space—he could not even move.
Only then did he notice that crimson flowers had spread across the entire space, and even his own body was covered in these incredibly bizarre blossoms.
“When did...”
Overcome with terror, the old man's already withered body was drained of all its deathly energy by the flowers, completely disintegrating into a pile of black ash.
The flowers were vibrant, swaying gently in the wind. Yet they were unlike any other flowers, possessing a unique and demonic beauty that exuded a quiet, dangerous aura.
“Oh~ So this is your true form.”
Having dealt with the white-robed old man, Wang Xuanyi looked at the round red cauldron. The blood inside was boiling like scorching lava, emitting red steam.
Within the cauldron, the old man's face emerged once more.
This time, he panicked completely and hurriedly pleaded, “Senior, spare my life! This junior has many rare treasures to offer you, I only beg for you to spare my life!”
“Where is my junior sister?”
“Right here, right here!”
With that, the old man frantically spat out a cloud of blood mist, and several coffins appeared on the empty ground.
Next, the cauldron spewed another burst of blood mist, and piles upon piles of gold, silver, and heavenly treasures materialized around the coffins.
This scene looked exactly like the loot and endless gold coins dropped after defeating a game boss.
“Senior, this junior has only collected this much. Please...”
Bang!
Wang Xuanyi slapped the ancient cauldron. With a crack, fractures appeared on its body, spreading rapidly until it completely disintegrated and shattered.
“You righteous cultivators...”
“Blazing Sun Scorching Fire.”
Wang Xuanyi opened a single eye. A golden flame erupted from the white floral pattern, incinerating the shattered cauldron and the pool of blood until they turned to smoke.
“Righteous path, righteous path... when did this young master ever tell you I belonged to the righteous path? Besides, I never agreed to let you off. You talk too much.”
As the ancient cauldron burned to ashes, the warped space gradually collapsed. The world filled with blood mist also turned into green smoke and drifted away the moment it came into contact with light.
Having done all this, Wang Xuanyi walked over to the black wooden coffins and violently shattered them all. Inside, dozens of people wrapped in black secret runes had been completely drained of their essence, energy, and spirit, turning into dried skeletons.
Many among them were outer sect disciples of the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect.
Wen Sining was not in much better shape. Much of her essence, energy, and spirit had been drained. The once glamorous and highly-coveted goddess was now pale, her exposed arms completely devoid of blood, reduced to mere skin and bones.
“Tsk, tsk. I wonder what the male protagonist would do if he saw this. Would he abandon Wen Sining? What a pity, but I'm not someone with such sick tastes.”
Wang Xuanyi muttered to himself, then retrieved a jar of Green Bamboo Wine from his storage ring and splashed it all over Wen Sining. The moment the deathly energy lingering on her body came into contact with the wine, it dissipated completely as if meeting its ultimate nemesis.
Afterward, Wang Xuanyi took out a Primordial Qi Pill, crushed it into a golden liquid, and poured it into Wen Sining's mouth. He then helped her extract the remaining deathly energy from her body. Only then did she return to normal, a trace of color returning to her face.
Next, Wang Xuanyi walked up to a coffin that still showed signs of life. Looking at the tiny figure inside, breathing and writhing weakly, he was somewhat surprised.
Reasonably speaking, that dead thing wouldn't have left any survivors. Even someone like Wen Sining had almost perished shortly after entering. How did this little thing survive?
Driven by curiosity, Wang Xuanyi tore open the black fabric and got a clear look at what was inside.
A tiny, curled-up young girl with only a few breaths of life left was lying inside the coffin. She was in great discomfort, her brow furrowed and her face contorted in pain.
But the moment she came into contact with the sunlight, her brow smoothed out, and her rapid, shallow breathing gradually stabilized.
“Hiss... This kid actually has a Heavenly Spiritual Root and possesses the Extreme Yin Bloodline. She's textbook cannon fodder. No wonder she survived under the influence of that dead thing; it was probably planning to possess her.”
“Wait a minute!”
The more Wang Xuanyi thought about it, the more he felt something was off.
A Heavenly Spiritual Root... the Extreme Yin Bloodline... age around four or five...
“Holy crap, isn't this Murong Qing, one of the members of the protagonist's harem?! Holy shit!”
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