Chapter 543: False Nascent Soul

The exchange between the two sides lasted only a fleeting moment, and Yunyangzi of Shendao Mountain was already at a disadvantage.

This made Wen Yuliang frown from the side.

"I never expected Hua Tianxiong of the Qianji Trading House to hide so deeply."

"Could he really be the illegitimate son of the Old Devil from Lihuo Palace?"

Then he pointed a finger, and before him appeared a glossy black liquid sphere.

BOOM! The instant this object appeared, the surrounding space froze, and gravity suddenly increased dozens of times.

The mountain peak below was crushed into powder.

Qin Ming felt immense pressure surge upon him, as if a mountain were crushing down.

Yet his current physical strength far surpassed that of an ordinary third-rank beast king, and he forcibly resisted this pressure.

Instantly, he flicked his hand, and the Nine You White Bone Sword appeared in his grasp; he unleashed the sword technique without hesitation, slashing a white flame sword thread toward Wen Yuliang.

SWISH! A long strand of white cold flame cut through the air, piercing through all obstacles, ignoring the gravity field emitted by Wen Yuliang's strange treasure, slicing toward him.

At the same time, Qin Ming's cultivation base of late Golden Core erupted without concealment! BOOM! A spiritual pressure rivaling that of a perfected Golden Core descended! Wen Yuliang, dodging the white flame sword qi, blinked in shock—"Late Golden Core? No! This magical power aura is no weaker than mine!"

"How could he break free from my Xuan Yuan Heavy Water Pearl's gravity binding with nothing but his physical body? What kind of strength is this?"

"Late Golden Core, top-tier third-rank magic treasure!"

His perfected Golden Core magical power flowed endlessly into the Xuan Yuan Heavy Water Pearl in his hand.

In an instant.

The strange treasure in Wen Yuliang's hand erupted into eight streams of ink-black water, coiling and spiraling like black giant serpents in all directions.

Anything that touched these black waters transformed from the heavy water was instantly swallowed and absorbed, vanishing without a trace, utterly clean.

Like a bottomless black hole.

The white cold flame sword thread Qin Ming had just slashed was entirely devoured by one of the black serpents.

"Even spells and divine arts can be swallowed—this black heavy water bead is truly strange."

Wen Yuliang, relying on his strange treasure, the Heavy Water Pearl, felt utterly confident; this artifact had once helped him slay several powerful opponents.

He had even slain a perfected Golden Core from Lihuo Palace, so his confidence in this treasure was immense.

Seeing the terrifying white sword thread from "Hua Tianxiong" devoured by the serpents of the Heavy Water Pearl, his confidence surged again.

Qin Ming's gaze burned like fire; he formed a hand seal, and two wooden walls, dozens of zhang tall, rapidly condensed in midair to block the path of the black water serpent.

Yet in an instant, the two massive wooden walls were also swallowed by the black light, surging toward Qin Ming.

"Gravity doubled!"

Wen Yuliang's magical power surged wildly; facing a cultivator as deeply hidden as "Hua Tianxiong," he dared not slacken for a moment.

Thus, from the outset, he unleashed his full strength, giving the opponent no chance to counter.

Having cultivated for centuries, he deeply understood one truth: in the cultivation world, if you lack decisive ruthlessness, you won't go far.

Qin Ming had never encountered a heavy water treasure capable of absorbing spiritual energy; he immediately spat out a mouthful, and the Soul-Absorbing Poison Flame transformed into a blue fire phoenix, spreading its wings dozens of zhang wide, lunging at the black water serpents.

BOOM! As water clashed with fire, the heavens and earth erupted with a cataclysmic roar.

In an instant, black heavy water and blue flame scattered and twisted together in furious combat.

The black heavy water, capable of absorbing spiritual energy, had no effect whatsoever on the Soul-Absorbing Poison Flame, which could also consume spiritual energy.

Seeing this,

Wen Yuliang's expression finally changed—"Top-tier heavenly spirit flame!"

Hua Tianxiong's arsenal kept revealing one devastating item after another; even as a Nascent Soul seed of Shendao Mountain, he was barely holding on.

"Wen brother, save me!"

At that moment, Yunyangzi's cry for help rang out.

Yunyangzi never imagined his hundred-year-cultivated life-soul golden silkworm Gu would be tightly entangled by a single silver bee released by the opponent.

Facing a third-rank mid-stage blackwater crocodile beast alone, even with all his techniques exhausted, he gained no advantage—he was blasted black and charred by the crocodile's Five Element Divine Thunder, and a layer of skin had been bitten off his thigh, bleeding profusely.

At this moment, Yunyangzi had lost all his former immortal grace; he was now only a face twisted in terror, frantically dodging and blocking the blackwater crocodile's attacks.

Moreover, no matter how he summoned his golden silkworm Gu, it gave no response.

Most of his strength relied on the golden silkworm Gu; now that it was tightly restrained by the silver-winged frost bee, he felt as if a tiger had had its teeth pulled.

Yunyangzi never expected "Hua Tianxiong" to possess a spiritual insect that so thoroughly countered his soul Gu.

And it seemed its bloodline rank was even higher than his golden silkworm.

The silver-winged frost bee's body erupted with intricate silver spiritual patterns, effortlessly neutralizing the silkworm's poison.

The silver insect's attacks also contained some form of age poison, accelerating the silkworm's aging during combat.

This was precisely why Yunyangzi was thrown into chaos—his life-soul golden silkworm was intimately tied to his own life.

To cultivate this life-soul Gu, Yunyangzi had spent countless years feeding it his own blood and essence; if it suffered damage, he himself would suffer a severe loss in cultivation.

Seeing this, Wen Yuliang was also stunned—he never expected his senior brother to lose against two beast kings summoned by Hua Tianxiong.

And even his most powerful technique had gained no advantage against the opponent.

Watching "Hua Tianxiong," his belly swollen, wearing a chilling smile, wielding the white bone sword, advancing calmly toward him,

Simultaneously, several emerald-green Imperial Wood Nails had pierced through his protective spiritual shield.

Wen Yuliang realized that without the Xuan Yuan Heavy Water Pearl, he could no longer withstand the white bone flame sword threads in the opponent's hand.

Not long ago, the two from Shendao Mountain had chased after him with overwhelming Qishi, never imagining they would be trapped in such a situation.

Thinking of this, Wen Yuliang's face flickered with a dark, vicious expression; he glared at Qin Ming and snarled: "You've forced me to this!"

Qin Ming's expression froze; he showed a flicker of caution—he knew that as a Nascent Soul seed of Shendao Mountain, Wen Yuliang surely had hidden trump cards.

But the next instant, Wen Yuliang's hand revealed an ancient blue jade talisman.

"Top-grade third-rank Explosion Essence Talisman!"

Qin Ming's eyelid twitched—he recognized its value.

This top-grade third-rank talisman existed only in major sects; when activated, it temporarily elevated the user's cultivation by one minor realm.

However, using it carried side effects: the user would enter a weakened state for years afterward, and in severe cases, even regress in cultivation.

Clearly, Wen Yuliang had been pushed to his limit—he had pulled out this last-resort talisman.

BOOM! As Wen Yuliang crushed the blue talisman, his magical power surged in stages, instantly reaching the False Nascent Soul level!

Wild, uncontrollable magical power surged through his body; immense spiritual pressure erupted, spreading a terrifying aura.

The spiritual energy within a hundred li radius froze instantly—even the silver-winged frost bee entangled with the golden silkworm Gu and the blackwater crocodile chasing Yunyangzi turned their heads, staring toward Qin Ming.

Qin Ming had just been preparing to activate the True Gang Transformation Technique, intending to crush him with sheer physical force.

But seeing the opponent instantly become a False Nascent Soul, he halted his movement.

He first activated the Yin-Yang Mystic Mirror technique, scanning Wen Yuliang's body—the lush green vitality revealed: "Over three hundred years old, perfected Golden Core… Shendao Mountain's Nascent Soul seed, truly still young."

Qin Ming sighed, and in his hand appeared an ancient bronze mirror, its back engraved with Eight Trigram spiritual patterns.

He calmly asked the now-powerful Wen Yuliang:

"Yet you still have three hundred and fifty years of prime life ahead—why not stay in Shendao Mountain to cultivate and break through to Nascent Soul? Why come out here to court death?"

As his words ended,

The Hook Jade Golden Light Mirror in Qin Ming's hand erupted in a burst of golden divine flame, shooting straight toward the opponent.

Wen Yuliang's pupils shrank sharply; he snapped out of the confidence granted by his sudden power.

An inexplicable sense of impending disaster welled up within him.

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(End of Chapter)