Chapter 1381: The Qinglong Halberd Appears, Suppressing the Ghost King

The Black Wood Coffin was put away, rendering the blood, ghost qi and the like inside the Formation useless; without the Coffin's devouring, they naturally accumulated here, quickly dyeing the interior of the space blood‑red with streaks of black.

Black qi kept rising, while ghost qi, resentment qi and the like began to accumulate, seemingly about to fill the entire space; Qinglong Daoren stared at those composite bodies of dead and yin qi, as the ever‑spilling blood qi condensed into blood.

These are all valuable; for a ghost cultivator they are heavenly treasures, superior to any pill, and their side effects are low, making them the finest resource for cultivation.

"What a pity," Qinglong Daoren sighed, full of regret.

He cannot cultivate these valuables; as one who practices the Qinglong Classic, he naturally cannot, like Chen Chuyang, devour the aggregates of yin and ghost qi here without restraint. These are all energy; if his true body were present, it certainly would not leave, at least not until it had finished devouring.

With his true body absent, he dares not devour; ghost qi, resentment qi, yin qi or any other gases are not absorbable, cannot be transformed or digested, and instead act as poison.

"Heishanyang, perhaps you can swallow this blood qi and ghost qi."

Heishanyang shook his head: "Forget it, I don't like these scents. I may claim to devour anything, but this stuff is too disgusting; I won't."

"If that kid Chen Chuyang were here, he'd never let so many valuables go to waste. What a pity you can't inherit his strengths; no wonder he cast you aside—indeed, you're of no use."

Qinglong Daoren: "……"

As the saying goes, "hit a man but not his face," Heishanyang's words plainly ripped open his wound and salted it; such conduct was highly objectionable, and Qinglong Daoren could not retort, only forced himself to swallow it.

"Enough. Someone entered this place—could it be that Mie Xin Ghost King from outside?" Qinglong Daoren looked toward the deep pit; a silhouette slipped into the Formation, moving silently yet still catching his eye.

Heishanyang glanced over, frowned, and said: "Something's off; that aura isn't right, it doesn't feel like the Mie Xin Ghost King's, his strength…"

"Qiudao Fifth Heaven—that power is rising fast," Qinglong Daoren remarked. He recalled that the Mie Xin Ghost King's cultivation was only Qiudao Second Heaven, and that, using the Formation and this locale's environment, one could unleash Qiudao Third Heaven strength.

Relying on this environment, one could take on four opponents and gradually seize the advantage.

The Ghost King before him had reached Qiudao Fifth Heaven, his ghost qi still expanding; it seemed he would continue to ascend, as Qiudao Fifth Heaven was not his limit.

Ghost qi swirled, and his soul aura was different.

Very different.

Qinglong Daoren's eyes flashed as he saw through to the Ghost King's true visage.

"He isn't the Mie Xin Ghost King; it seems he has devoured the Mie Xin Ghost King."

"Tsk tsk, this fellow is truly ruthless—he dares to swallow it whole; isn't he afraid it will burst him?"

Heishanyang squinted: "He must be another ghost qi on the battlefield, that ghost qi that makes me uneasy; I didn't expect him to be able to devour the Mie Xin Ghost King. Kid, this one isn't simple—be cautious, don't flip the boat in a ditch."

After the warning, Heishanyang retreated behind Qinglong Daoren, refusing to face him head‑on.

The fighting should be left to the professionals, not to him.

Qinglong Daoren scratched his head, then said helplessly: "Why are you running, Heishanyang? This battle suits you perfectly; you should first probe his strength, not hide behind me. The way you're acting makes things difficult for me."

Heishanyang chuckled: "Kid, his target is you, not me."

"Besides, when I came out I said I was here for a good meal; this person's aura is too disgusting, I don't want a single whiff. If you could refine him into a pill, I wouldn't mind eating him."

As for the fight, it must be a direct confrontation; sorry, it won't do it.

If he can't beat him, it's hard to handle; Heishanyang would rather run than meet him.

Guixin Elder's gaze passed through the two, landing on where the Black Wood Coffin lay, only to find the spot empty, nothing there.

In that instant, Guixin Elder's anger boiled over; he snapped his focus onto Qinglong Daoren and Heishanyang, gritting his teeth: "What did you two do? Where's the Black Wood Coffin? Where's that lord?"

The Black Wood Coffin vanished, and that lord disappeared as well, not by bursting out of the coffin.

No aura of that lord lingered nearby, only…

It must be those two causing mischief; otherwise, how could that lord disappear? He was the Corpse King, his crutch and his support.

Anyone can have an accident, except the one inside the Black Wood Coffin must not.

"I don't know what you're talking about. When I arrived here, it was already like this. Is this the mischief of the Mie Xin Ghost King?" Qinglong Daoren denied outright.

Heishanyang lifted his head, staring in stunned surprise at Qinglong Daoren, and thought to himself: "This kid is just like Chen Chuyang—thick‑skinned, able to utter any shameless words."

"You—" Guixin Elder fumed, pointing at Qinglong Daoren.

"Fine, very good, kid—hand over the Black Wood Coffin, hand over that lord, or you'll die a terrible death."

Guixin Elder only wanted to see the Black Wood Coffin, only that one; the rest he didn't care about.

Only by seeing that lord could he be at ease.

As for Qinglong Daoren's life or death, he didn't care.

"I already said I didn't see it; why do you keep pressuring me?" Qinglong Daoren spread his hands, denying again.

Guixin Elder's pupils contracted, his face twisted, and he said coldly: "Fine, fine, kid—since you refuse the offered wine and take the punishment, you shall die for me."

"Mie Xin Ghost Hand."

"Die."

"Hey, no need to fight; we can talk it out." Qinglong Daoren clenched his right hand, and the Qinglong Halberd materialized in his palm, smashing toward the ever‑growing ghost hand; the force was such that the ghost hand shattered the instant it was struck.

His attack didn't stop there; his form surged toward Guixin Elder.

"Bang."

The blow struck his head; the force was immense, Guixin Elder's body condensed with ghost qi, and a massive Ghost King illusion appeared behind him, his two hands blocking the halberd.

The Ghost King illusion's hands shattered, and the Qinglong Halberd landed directly on Guixin Elder's head.

His whole body crashed to the ground, and the patterned earth beneath shattered outright.

The Formation collapsed along with it.

"Boom—"

The earth was pierced as if drilled through, and Guixin Elder's silhouette vanished; Qinglong Daoren, holding the Qinglong Halberd, looked down and sneered: "Tsk tsk, this is all Qiudao Fifth Heaven can muster?"