Chapter 158

"Hehe, you little bug, you actually have some knowledge!"

"That's right, I am a disciple of the Heavenly Star Immortal Sect, and my master is the Heavenly Star Immortal Venerable. On the day the Immortal Sect was destroyed, I happened to be away from the sect and luckily escaped with my life. Later, I hid and wandered everywhere, until I finally discovered this treasure land. I kept a low profile and hid my name, all for the sake of one day rebuilding the Heavenly Star Immortal Sect..."

The Palace Master of Peach Blossom spoke eloquently to the three prisoners. This was the secret in her heart, a secret buried for hundreds of years.

For hundreds of years, she had carried this secret alone, not daring to reveal it to anyone.

Even her most favored disciples did not know her origins.

In front of her disciples, this master of theirs practiced the Peach Blossom Immortal Technique of plucking Yang to supplement Yin.

The disciples thought that their master liked young, handsome male cultivators.

Little did they know, in her eyes, no matter how handsome a male cultivator was, he was nothing more than a human-shaped machine for producing spiritual energy.

Extracting others' spiritual power to supplement one's own—this is the essence of the Spirit-Dissolving Great Method.

By practicing the Spirit-Dissolving Great Method, she finally grew from a small figure at the Qi Refining stage to an expert at the Nascent Soul stage.

The Palace Master of Peach Blossom recounted her story.

Anyway, she could take the lives of these little bugs with a wave of her hand, so she had no concerns.

Instead, by telling these little bugs, the frustration she had held for years was vented, and her mood seemed much better.

The Palace Master of Peach Blossom slowly narrated her own "Inspirational Legend of an Evil Sect Beauty."

The hearts of Zhang Xingyu and the others, however, were very anxious.

They knew that perhaps before they finished listening to this story, their spiritual energy would be sucked dry by this old witch.

Dying from the exhaustion of spiritual energy is not a better way to die than dying from the exhaustion of essence.

Liu Dahu tried desperately to contract his magic power, but his spiritual energy still leaked out.

In less than a quarter of an hour, his cultivation dropped rapidly from the late Golden Core stage to the mid Golden Core stage.

Beside him, Meng Ruyan's face was pale.

At this moment, in Meng Ruyan's dantian, the Golden Core that was originally the size of a goose egg had turned into a tiny soybean.

Watching her cultivation about to drop from the mid Golden Core stage to the late Foundation Establishment stage, Meng Ruyan was helpless.

Zhang Xingyu also looked at his own dantian.

There, the spirit lake that had originally been rippling with spirit liquid was basically dried up, with only a few drops of spirit liquid remaining at the bottom of the lake, as if to prove their past existence.

This cannot go on.

Something must be done.

But what can be done?

Damn it, even if I die, I won't let this old hag have it easy.

Thus, he opened his mouth and bit toward the red ropes wrapped around his chest.

These red ropes were the culprits extracting his spiritual power; these red ropes were the tentacles the old hag used to extract spiritual power.

When his teeth bit the red rope, the surface of the red rope emitted a faint glimmer.

A stream of pink spiritual energy rushed out from the rope, shooting into Zhang Xingyu's mouth like a flying snake.

This stream of pink spiritual energy rushed through Zhang Xingyu's throat, into his meridians, and into his internal organs.

This stream of pink spiritual energy was very strange.

Wherever it passed, all other spiritual energy and vital energy were swallowed and absorbed by it.

This stream of pink spiritual energy rushed into Zhang Xingyu's dantian.

In the dantian, the last few drops of fire-red spirit liquid silently shattered.

The spirit liquid turned into a mass of spirit mist and was instantly swallowed and absorbed by that stream of pink spiritual energy.

Damn it all.

Watching his cultivation drop from the mid Foundation Establishment stage to the late Qi Refining stage.

Zhang Xingyu wanted to curse out loud.

Unfortunately, his teeth seemed stuck to the red rope, and he couldn't shake it off no matter how he tried.

The pink spiritual energy was like a greedy snake, refusing to stop until it had sucked Zhang Xingyu's spiritual energy dry.

It circled around Zhang Xingyu's dantian, and the spiritual energy hidden in the walls of the dantian was extracted bit by bit.

Zhang Xingyu's cultivation continued to fall.

Qi Refining level 11, Qi Refining level 10, Qi Refining level 9...

Zhang Xingyu's heart was weeping.

Damn it, this is going to suck me dry and turn me back into a mortal.

Qi Refining level 2, Qi Refining level 1...

Just as the spiritual energy was sucked empty, a vortex was born out of thin air within the dried-up dantian.

The vortex seemed to have infinite gravitational force, and the pink spiritual energy was dragged into it without any resistance.

Immediately after, the system's notification sound rang continuously in Zhang Xingyu's mind.

"Ding-dong, host contributed 100 points of Creation Qi, converted into 100 points of God Yuan Value."

"Ding-dong, host contributed 100 points of Creation Qi, converted into 100 points of God Yuan Value."

"Ding-dong, host contributed 100 points of Creation Qi, converted into 100 points of God Yuan Value."

The smile of the Palace Master of Peach Blossom froze.

Within her body, spiritual energy poured out like a mountain torrent.

What is going on?

It had always been her swallowing others' spiritual power; how could her own spiritual power be swallowed by someone else?

The Palace Master of Peach Blossom frowned.

She activated her Nascent Soul and performed a secret technique, attempting to stop the leakage of spiritual energy.

However, the secret technique was ineffective.

A trace of panic flashed across the face of the Palace Master of Peach Blossom.

Forget it, at worst, I will abandon this magic treasure in my hand.

This magic treasure, named the Immortal-Binding Rope, was bestowed upon her by her master, the Heavenly Star Immortal Venerable.

When it was given to her, it was only a broken third-tier magic treasure.

However, this magic treasure had excellent spirituality, and after over a thousand years of her cultivation and nourishment, it had been upgraded to a seventh-tier high-grade magic treasure.

The Palace Master of Peach Blossom loved this magic treasure deeply, and it was also an excellent auxiliary magic treasure for her practice of the Spirit-Absorbing Great Method.

But now, this magic treasure was out of control.

The thought lasted only an instant.

A look of determination appeared on the face of the Palace Master of Peach Blossom.

She quickly withdrew the Nascent Soul imprint she had left on the Immortal-Binding Rope.

However, the next moment, her expression turned to terror.

The Immortal-Binding Rope was wrapped around her fingertips, and her spiritual power continued to leak wildly.

Inside her dantian, the Nascent Soul kept shrinking, and its face gradually blurred.

The Palace Master of Peach Blossom watched helplessly as her cultivation dropped from the early Nascent Soul stage to the late Golden Core stage, and then from the late Golden Core stage to the mid Golden Core stage.

Early Golden Core, late Foundation Establishment, mid Foundation Establishment, early Foundation Establishment, Qi Refining level 12, Qi Refining level 11...

At the same time, her jade-like face was covered in wrinkles, and her black hair was covered in frost and snow.

The Palace Master of Peach Blossom looked despairing and wailed toward the sky.

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

The Palace Master of Peach Blossom was insane and crazed, while Liu Dahu and Meng Ruyan remained unconscious.

Zhang Xingyu survived the disaster, but there was no joy in his heart.

He silently picked up the fire dragon, put it back into the sword sheath, and then fell down magnificently.

Just as he fainted, he seemed to see several sword lights flying from the horizon, and he seemed to hear a rough shout: "Monster, die!"

One day later, Xiaochuan Zhen.

Zhang Xingyu woke up from his sleep.

He yawned, stretched, and gently pushed open the door.

In the inn lobby, the hunchbacked old man was mopping the floor with his grandson, Liu Dahu was whispering something to Zhang Kaixin, and Meng Ruyan was sitting quietly, lost in thought.

Zhang Xingyu rubbed his eyes, feeling as if he had just had a nightmare.

He reached his hand toward his waist, preparing to pinch himself on the soft flesh.

When his hand reached his waist, it seemed to be bounced by something.

Zhang Xingyu lowered his head, only to discover that a pink rope was tied around his waist.