Chapter 122: I have no idea what you're all excited about

In just a moment, several of his fellow disciples, together with his previously invincible corpse puppets, were all blasted into blood mist, and he himself was seized by the throat and lifted up.

Shen Qing exerted a slight force with his hand, and the middle-aged man's face instantly flushed red and turned purple.

"Corpse-Chasing Sect? Tell me, what gives you the nerve to cause trouble on my turf?"

The black-clothed middle-aged man looked at Shen Qing, his voice trembling.

"You... are Du Shi Yan Luo... Shen Qing?"

Shen Qing gave a cold snort: "You know me? Then why dare cause trouble on my turf? Who gave you the guts?"

"We... are also following orders; the elders told us to capture people and bring them back."

"Elders? Capture people and bring them back for what?"

"To help the Supreme Elder cultivate."

The black-clothed middle-aged man, who would answer any question without hesitation, responded extremely quickly; having heard of Shen Qing's reputation, he dared not hesitate at all.

Shen Qing continued asking: "What about the rest of you?"

I originally thought Nan Men would have the most people and be easiest to capture, mainly because the Corpse-Chasing Sect isn't stupid, so surely Nan Men would be their main battlefield; Shen Qing even came in person for this, intending to directly seize a few of the Corpse-Chasing Sect's swords, spears, and cannons.

After waiting a while, he only managed to catch these few scallions, ginger, and garlic.

"Today is the day the Supreme Elder leaves seclusion; the inner-sect disciples and elders have all returned to observe the ceremony."

Even the black-clothed middle-aged man's tone carried a hint of grievance; normally, when they captured people they had to turn them over, suffering layer upon layer of exploitation, leaving little left in the end.

Today, after great effort, his superiors had all left, leaving him to enjoy the spoils exclusively—then Shen Qing showed up.

Shen Qing posed his final two questions: "Where is your sect located?"

"Right in the southern Tong You Gu."

"Do you know what the Corpse-Chasing Sect's trump card is?"

The black-clothed middle-aged man shook his head with difficulty: "I don't know..."

Before his words even faded, Shen Qing crushed the black-clothed middle-aged man's head with a squeeze, then strode large steps toward the south.

"What is the Corpse-Chasing Sect's trump card?"

"You don't know? No problem."

"I'll go see for myself."

Tong You Gu.

A profound valley, its surroundings entirely encircled by towering cliffs, causing the valley's center to receive no sunlight year-round, making it extremely gloomy and cold—so much so that not even animals, not even birds, would fly here.

Naturally, this environment is exactly what the Corpse-Chasing Sect loves.

The once secluded valley today became somewhat lively, with sinister laughter echoing everywhere.

The Third Elder's eyes burned with fervor.

"Sect Leader, after today, will our Corpse-Chasing Sect's pinnacle arrive?"

The Corpse-Chasing Sect's Sect Leader is named Yan Kong, and he laughed with extraordinary arrogance.

"Exactly! Once the Supreme Elder emerges from seclusion, Jia Shui Jun will be ours."

In the distance, the Fourth Elder let out a sinister chuckle.

"By then I will turn that Shen Qing into my corpse puppet."

"He actually still wants to destroy our jianghu; I will surely make him regret it, hehehe..."

While everyone was still lost in anticipation, a thunderous roar erupted from the central towering altar, shaking everyone's eardrums painfully, yet each person's eyes burned with fervor.

"Is this the roar of an Elemental Elixir Realm corpse king? How wonderful."

"Congratulations to the Supreme Elder for mastering divine skill! Unifying the jianghu is imminent!"

Just then, a mocking laugh came from the midair behind them.

"So, a corpse king forged from an Elemental Elixir Realm corpse is your trump card?"

Everyone snapped their heads back, looking upward, only to see Shen Qing wearing a sneer atop the tip of a withered pine tree.

The Fourth Elder licked his lips: "He is Du Shi Yan Luo Shen Qing, my prey..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Qing's figure vanished from the treetop, and everyone looked around in panic; just then, the Fourth Elder felt a shadow appear beneath his feet, he lifted his head in confusion, and saw a pair of boots descending straight onto his crown.

With a crack—

The Fourth Elder was directly stepped into a lump of minced flesh, and Shen Qing ground him with two more steps.

"Just now you talked the most, yet wanted to refine me into a corpse puppet? First become a lump of corpse."

At this terrifying speed, the Corpse-Chasing Sect's people couldn't even see how Shen Qing struck; in that instant, fear, panic, and terror filled their eyes.

Their fervor instantly dissipated, and only then did they recall Shen Qing's battle record.

Even if they believed they had a trump card to counter Shen Qing, that trump card was still in the altar.

The Corpse-Chasing Sect's Sect Leader Yan Kong shouted.

"Everyone, don't be afraid!"

"He's only come alone, and he's merely a Master Realm cultivator—everyone, immediately awaken your corpse puppets!"

"We'll win by numbers! Hurry! The Supreme Elder will emerge from seclusion any moment!"

"We must hold out!"

At this moment, everyone finally came to their senses,

"Exactly! He's just one person! He didn't bring the Embroidered Uniform Guard or any troops! Quick, move! Stop him!"

All the Corpse-Chasing Sect's members swiftly circulated their true qi to awaken the corpse puppets at their sides; in an instant, howls echoed continuously throughout the valley.

In just a moment, nearly fifty Innate Realm corpse puppets appeared, over a dozen Master Realm corpse puppets, and even five Grand Master Realm corpse puppets.

This already counts as the most lavish lineup Shen Qing has ever encountered.

However, each corpse puppet's characteristics differed—some had calluses on their fists, indicating they were fist cultivators in life, while others were various martial men.

It's obvious; they're all corpses dug out from the ancestral graves of various sects.

Fighting such people is the most disgusting; as soon as you find an opportunity, you must dig up their family graves.

They're like outhouses; you can keep riding on their heads and defecate, but if you fall in once, you'll suffer terribly.

Yan Kong laughed loudly: "Hahaha! We have fifty Innate Realm cultivators, twenty Masters, five Grand Masters, plus ourselves, making a total of one hundred people!"

"Shen Qing! How did you win!"

"If we all hundred rush at you together! You, Shen Qing, cannot possibly kill us all before our Grand Elder emerges from seclusion, can you?"

Shen Qing narrowed his eyes, said nothing, and simply gripped the Crimson Sky with his right hand.

"No matter how many ants there are, they're still just ants."

"Ink Dragon Severing River!"

In an instant, ink-colored true qi surged wildly, and a huge ink dragon shot out ferociously.

The Corpse-Chasing Sect side also moved, dozens of corpse puppets went mad and charged toward the ink dragon.

Meanwhile, the Corpse-Chasing Sect members frantically channeled true qi into the corpse puppets, activating the secret technique left within them.

One corpse puppet turned red all over, its strength and speed greatly increased, and it fearlessly charged at the ink dragon.

Naturally leading them were the five Grand Master Realm corpse puppets, their bodies red all over, arms covered in iron armor, crossing their arms to meet the ink dragon head-on; closely following were the twenty Master Realm corpse puppets, madly punching at the ink dragon, while the Innate Realm corpse puppets were merely cannon fodder.

Each Corpse-Chasing Sect disciple frantically circulated true qi to trigger the secret method, while shouting hoarsely.

"Brothers! Give it your all!"

"We can definitely hold out!"

"As long as we hold out until then! We'll be able to stand atop the peak of Jia Shui Jun!"

"Secret technique! Transfer it to me!"

But, having many people does sometimes come in handy.

Only see that the ink-colored true qi clinging to the ink dragon was actually slowly dissipating.

Of course, the price was that the Innate Realm corpse puppets kept turning into blood mist, the Master Realm corpse puppets lost limbs and arms, only the Grand Master Realm corpse puppets remained somewhat intact, though their limbs were twisted.

All the Corpse-Chasing Sect members showed a hint of joy; the operation of the secret method increased again, and the skin of all corpse puppets turned deep red.

Only heard a bang! The ink dragon dissipated in the air, bursting out a huge cloud of dust.

The Corpse-Chasing Sect disciples felt relieved, many sitting on the ground.

"We succeeded! We held them off!"

"World-Passing Yama Shen Qing? That's all!"

Sect Master Yan Kong also showed a hint of a smile, turning his head toward the altar.

"We will definitely be able to hold out until the Grand Elder emerges from seclusion..."

But his voice grew weaker and weaker, his smile freezing on his face.

Because Shen Qing had at some point passed the corpse puppets and appeared behind them, coldly staring at them.

Shen Qing grabbed Yan Kong's head with one hand and let out a sneering laugh.

"I don't even know what you're getting excited about."