Chapter 701

"The Marquis of Lord Nanlong is connected to the Feng Tianji Sect? Yun Daofriend, you never mentioned this before!" the old woman asked, her expression shifting slightly; the black-faced man also showed shock and anger.

"Never mentioned? Perhaps I overlooked it in my carelessness. But my old friend never truly joined the Feng Tianji Sect. If you're still worried, you might as well join our Ghost Spirit Sect. Once you become Elders of our sect, the Feng Tianji Sect won't dare touch you!"

"Hmph! I'm already this old—I have no interest in being bound by any constraints."

"I've always been lazy—I have no interest in joining your sect either."

"What a pity! If you'd joined our Ghost Spirit Sect, it would have greatly strengthened our standing. I won't force you, Daofriends. But if you kill the Marquis of Lord Nanlong here, the Feng Tianji Sect won't truly defend a dead man. It's a shame—I've known the Marquis for over a hundred years, yet he kept his mouth tightly shut about the Fallen Demon Valley. I only know that within a hidden cave here lies a map detailing the routes in and out of the Fallen Demon Valley, drawn by the late Master Cangkun Cangkun Shiren. If we follow this map, entering the Fallen Demon Valley will be far safer. So when we catch up to him, don't destroy his Nascent Soul yet—I'll use Soul Search to see if I can extract any useful information."

"But what if the route map happens to be in the jade box that the Han boy took? That could be problematic."

"Easy. If so, we simply expose the matter to all sects in Tiannan. Then not only will the orthodox and demonic factions demand the map from him, but even the Tian Dao Alliance will question him. Then we'll take advantage of the chaos. A mere Luoyun Sect dares to monopolize the treasures of the Fallen Demon Valley? Let them see if they have such a huge appetite! Compared to the map, I care more about the information the Marquis of Lord Nanlong carries in his mind. If we learn those secrets, even if everyone knows how to enter the Fallen Demon Valley, we'll still hold a decisive advantage."

"If it truly turns out that badly, we'll have to do as you say. But before that, we might try to trade something else to get the map back from him. After all, nothing in this world is untradeable—even if he's made enemies with us."

"Heh! Brother Wang's suggestion is more prudent than mine. But come to think of it, this boy's abilities are truly bizarre. Is he really about the same age as your nephew? Yet his battle experience is far more cunning than even our old hands. Even You Daofriend fell for his trick. In a one-on-one fight, I'm not sure I could defeat him."

"I asked Chan'er—this man was originally just an ordinary disciple of Huang Feng Valley, and his cultivation base was indeed only Foundation Establishment. Why he suddenly advanced so drastically and gained such power is unclear. But if not for this boy's unexpected strength and interference, how could the Marquis of Lord Nanlong have escaped so easily under our combined assault?"

Clearly, he recalled how Han Li had attacked with the black mountain and used the Tai Miao Divine Barrier to block them at the end!

Upon hearing this, the old woman and the others could only smile bitterly.

"Speaking of which, let's return first and free You Daofriend. With his Nascent Soul realm cultivation, he should still be salvageable. Also, I'm worried about my nephew. Just before Han Li left, he released that black-and-red light fragment—it resembled my own Blood Demon Slash. I wonder if he's injured?"

"Agreed. Since we can't sense him now, let's return and check first. Once my Lord Nanlong friend's secret technique wears off, we can still pursue him."

Instantly, the group once again launched their cultivation light and flew into the passage.

In the ruins of the Yujī Pavilion, Yan Yan Ru Yan was crouching, looking helpless, while Wang Chan lay motionless nearby.

"What happened? Did Chan'er get hit in a vital spot?" Wang Wang Tiangu asked, his voice turning cold. Even now, his tone remained unnervingly calm.

"No, but my husband's legs…"

Wang Wang Tiangu stepped forward and looked. His brows immediately knitted tightly.

Wang Chan's thighs had been severed cleanly at the knees; beside him lay the two cut-off lower legs, yet not a single drop of blood had spilled.

"My husband and I had already combined our efforts to summon the Blood Spirit ** protective mist. But we don't know what secret technique he used—it was astonishingly fast, appearing before us in an instant, and the mist couldn't stop it at all. My husband barely managed to leap halfway up, avoiding a waist-level slash—but both legs…"

"If so, why not immediately use a limb-rejoining spell? You know this technique."

"I tried several limb-rejoining spells, but for some reason, none worked at all—the severed ends won't reconnect. Though no blood flowed, a black qi gathered stubbornly at the wounds and couldn't be purged. That's probably why the spells failed, and why my husband remains unconscious."

"Ah, that's possible. With your combined efforts and the Blood Spirit ** protection, ordinary attacks couldn't possibly harm you. Let me take a look."

Indeed, a faint black qi hovered faintly over Wang Chan's wound.

Wang Wang Tiangu raised his hand; five fingers glowed with black light as he gently grasped the evil qi. A pea-sized black orb instantly appeared at his fingertip.

He had intended to burn it away with true fire, but suddenly paused, thinking. He slapped his waist, and a small vial appeared in his hand.

Wang Wang Tiangu encased the pale black qi in spiritual power and guided it toward the vial's mouth.

With a soft "whoosh," the evil qi was sucked into the vial, then carefully stored away.

It seemed Wang Wang Tiangu planned to study this substance later, to better understand Han Li's cultivation method.

Wang Wang Tiangu didn't notice that Yan Yan Ru Yan's face briefly flickered with complex emotion before returning to normal.

After Wang Wang Tiangu also removed the evil qi from the other leg, Yan Yan Ru Yan silently realigned the severed limbs and began the reattachment spell.

Wang Wang Tiangu nodded in satisfaction, then turned and walked away.

There, the Yun elder and the others stood staring blankly at the ice statue of the You disciple.

"What's going on? Why haven't you freed him yet?" Wang Wang Tiangu asked, approaching curiously.

"Free him? How? We never imagined this thing was even more sinister than we thought!" The old woman's eyes flickered with fear as she murmured.

The Yun elder stood silent, his face grim.

"What do you mean?" Wang Wang Tiangu spoke the words, but his gaze shifted to the ice statue, and a thoughtful expression flickered across his face—he suspected something.

"Brother Wang, watch closely." The black-faced man suddenly waved his hand toward the ground, then flicked it toward the ice statue.

A fist-sized shard of jade flew directly toward it.

With a sharp "crack," a blue light flashed—the shard instantly turned into blue ice upon contact, then shattered into countless glittering fragments and vanished.

The black-faced man's action wasn't done. He extended a finger from a distance of several feet.

A thread of blazing white true fire shot from his fingertip, sweeping toward the blue ice.

The moment the true fire touched the blue ice, it flashed once and vanished—as if absorbed.

Wang Wang Tiangu sucked in a sharp breath!

"This blue ice is so malevolent—it seems You Daofriend's body has already rotted beyond repair. No need to preserve it. Now we can only let his Nascent Soul exit the body, then find a suitable vessel for possession after returning. You Daofriend never used possession before, right?"

"No, this body is his original one." The black-faced man, who seemed familiar with the You disciple, spoke gravely.

"Good. Then let You Daofriend release his Nascent Soul himself."

But the You disciple's ice statue seemed to have heard their words. Suddenly, brilliant white light erupted from his body, followed by a dull "boom"—his body turned to ash and vanished.

Inside the crystalline blue ice remained only a one-inch-tall Nascent Soul of the You disciple, clutching a jade pendant the size of a thumb, his tiny face filled with regret and venomous hatred.

He opened his mouth and spat out a fiery red, scorching Nascent Soul Flame onto the jade pendant, then raised it high above his head.

Instantly, red-and-white flames, nearly a foot tall, erupted around him, and without hesitation, he charged straight toward the ice wall.

"Wait!" The Yun elder suddenly realized something and cried out in warning.

But it was too late—the Nascent Soul slammed hard into the blue ice.

A scene that sent chills down the spines of all present appeared.

The seemingly powerful red-and-white flames, upon touching the ice wall, ignited something.

The entire ice wall burst into roaring blue flames, instantly swallowing the red-and-white light and the Nascent Soul whole.

The red-and-white flames were instantly transformed into blue flames. The Nascent Soul screamed in agony, then shot wildly upward—but after flying only a dozen zhang, it began writhing and shrieking helplessly within the blue fire.

Moments later, the screams ceased. The Nascent Soul was completely incinerated into a white light, which scattered—and the You disciple vanished from the world, his body and spirit utterly destroyed.

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