Chapter 89: Main Soul!

Blood Dao friend, not moving now, what are you waiting for!

Splash——

Amidst the surging of crimson fresh blood, a blood-stained dagger shot from behind Zou Changming.

What?!

Zou Changming was shocked beyond measure; his attack on Xuezhi Li held back nothing, relying on the Southern Ming Detached Fire Pearl's countering power—even if he wasn't dead, he shouldn't still have the strength to fight back.

But at this moment, he who was wounded by the Ice Soul Needle suffered not only severe bodily injury, but his divine sense was also affected by stagnation.

Puff!!

The blood-colored flying dagger pierced Zou Changming's abdomen.

As fresh blood spurted out like a pour, Xuezhi Li appeared behind him.

He appeared middle-aged, yet his back was hunched, and his complexion was not good.

His gaze did not fall on Zou Changming, but passed over him and landed on Wang Clan Ancestor Wang Pei.

A voice laden with anger was squeezed out from between his teeth.

Hey, Wang Daoist, this isn't quite what we agreed on, right?

As he spoke, his aura surged, and blood-colored fluid rose.

It really hurts.

Wang Pei, however, kept his composure and simply said:

If you don't really strike, this crafty old thing might not believe it.

Heh.

Xuezhi Li gave a cold laugh, splitting his mouth into a grin.

Could he not understand Wang Clan Ancestor Wang Pei's meaning?

Originally, the two had agreed to join forces to deal with Zou Changming.

Although Zou Changming had only formed a False Golden Core, the False Golden Core and early Golden Core were not much different; plus the Southern Ming Detached Fire Pearl and a third-tier formation, even if the two joined forces, they might not gain much advantage.

Moreover, Zou Changming was also cautious; the Forbidden Formation had only opened a gap, and from the slow breaking of the formation it could be seen that someone from the Zou Clan was still maintaining the formation.

Just that.

Unlike what the two had agreed, Wang Pei, who had originally only pretended to act, actually struck for real.

No, he dealt a deadly blow!

So even though Xuezhi Li had made some preparations beforehand, he inevitably took a few hits from the Southern Ming Detached Fire Pearl, and his condition is not great.

At this moment, among the three Golden Core cultivators in Zou City, only Wang Clan Ancestor Wang Pei remained in peak condition.

One must say, the Wang Clan Ancestor toyed with Zou Changming, played with Xuezhi Li, and single-handedly manipulated the two Golden Core cultivators between his palms; his methods were superb.

You two.

Zou Changming, clutching his abdomen, coughed up a mouthful of dark blood, his aura already waned to the extreme.

If it weren't for the special nature of the False Golden Core, he, having suffered successive heavy blows, would likely have seen his cultivation base fall below Golden Core.

"What? Are you going to self-destruct your inner elixir? On the Zou Clan manor?" Xuezhi Li scoffed.

Upon hearing that, Zou Changming's already aged complexion stiffened.

Opportunity!

Xuezhi Li's eyes flashed, he clasped his hands together, formed a seal with hand signs, and softly shouted:

"Blood Explosion!"

Boom!!

The spot on Zou Changming's body pierced by the blood-colored dagger exploded with a boom.

With this, even if he wanted to self-destruct his inner elixir, he couldn't.

"Wah," another mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, and Zou Changming's weak voice once again rang in the ears of all cultivators in Zou City.

"Zou Clan cultivators, run!"

Crack crack crack——

Cracks burst forth across the third-tier grand formation resembling a heavenly canopy, and finally exploded with a boom.

And the black mist gathered outside the formation lost all obstruction, surging inward.

"Ancestor!!!"

"No, ancestor!!!"

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All Zou Clan cultivators cried out in pain.

No one expected that the Zou Clan Ancestor's 400th birthday would also be the day he perished.

The culprit of all this is none other than the Wang Clan Ancestor from the heavens!

What's worse, the Wang Clan people have all died out, and even all cultivators with blood ties to the Wang Clan have perished, leaving them only able to seek revenge against the Wang Clan Ancestor.

But the problem is, how can they be a match for Golden Core cultivators?

"Go!"

Seeing this, Yunhe came to his senses from the successive sudden reversals and shouted lowly.

Not only him, but nearly all the outsider cultivators in Zou City rushed out headfirst.

Of course, many Zou Clan cultivators, eyes bloodshot, charged toward the Wang Clan Ancestor and Xuezhi Li.

Even Zou Changming, the Zou Clan Ancestor, is not their match, let alone these Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining cultivators.

As for this, Xuezhi Li took it in stride, merely instantly killing a Zou Clan cultivator who rushed forward, and said softly:

"All cultivators, none shall be left!"

Yes!

In the dark mist, a neat and uniform voice came.

Earlier, the Foundation Establishment cultivator who had slain a fleeing fellow cultivator, vanished into the mist while bearing a large banner, reappeared and grinned.

Then I'll enjoy it to the fullest.

Immediately, he locked onto a sect disciple who appeared to have considerable strength.

Fellow Daoist of Blood, you want to kill those sect cultivators—I have no objection. But could you first give me that thing?

Wang Pei's voice sounded; he stared fixedly at the storage bag in Xuezhili's hand.

Earlier, because Xuezhili suddenly attacked and killed Zou Changming, Zou Changming's storage bag ended up in his hand.

Huh? Xuezhili raised his eyebrows.

He lightly tapped his forehead with a finger, putting on a look of sudden realization.

Oh, right, right, right—it seems we agreed that the thing belongs to Fellow Daoist Wang.

Wang Pei's brow twitched slightly.

I don't know why, even though I had severely wounded Xuezhili, he still acted as if he had nothing to fear.

Just now, if the opportunity arose, Wang Pei truly wanted to join forces with Zou Changming to first eliminate Xuezhili.

But things went against his wishes.

Still, to be safe, he severely wounded Xuezhili.

Is it just a bluff, or does he really have another trump card?

Wang Pei was a bit unsure.

Maybe it's just a bluff.

Yet he heard Xuezhili speak again.

He nonchalantly tossed the storage bag in his hand, as if seeing through Wang Pei's thoughts.

Hearing that, Wang Pei startled, his expression becoming even more solemn.

Just as Xuezhili wore a playful expression, Wang Pei suddenly moved.

Whoosh—

He suddenly waved the large banner in his hand; countless rat demon beast souls surged from the Beast Soul Banner like a wave, sweeping toward Xuezhili.

Hey.

Xuezhili snorted with laughter.

He slapped his storage bag, and a large banner likewise appeared in his hand.

However, unlike the beast souls surging on Wang Pei's Beast Soul Banner, the large banner in Xuezhili's hand faintly showed the souls of cultivators.

Hundred Ghosts Banner!

Wang Pei narrowed his eyes slightly; as he shook the banner, a thin, silvery needle with no spiritual fluctuations shot out from his other hand like a swift 'whoosh', hidden among the countless beast souls.

Ice Soul Needle!

In fact, Wang Pei had prepared two of them—one for dealing with Zou Changming, the other for Xuezhili.

Pfft!!

Then Xuezhili's body suddenly burst with blood; his hand movement stalled, and he looked at his chest with some astonishment.

A hole identical to the one on Zou Changming.

The next second.

Wielding the Beast Soul Banner, Wang Pei flashed to Xuezhili's front, his treasure Beast Soul Banner completely suppressing Xuezhili's Hundred Ghosts Banner.

In that instant of looking down from above, Wang Pei's heart surged.

How many years has it been?

How many years have I been manipulated by this hateful cultivator before me?

Today is the time to break free from these bonds!

But the next instant, Wang Pei's pupils shrank sharply.

He saw the wounded Xuezhili, blood at the corner of his mouth, grinning at him.

Swift!

He clenched his hand seal.

Wang Pei hurriedly halted his movement; the ghost cultivator's body swiftly retreated.

He took several talismans from his storage bag and rapidly slapped them onto himself.

He stood firm, silently waiting a moment.

Apart from his soul slightly surging, nothing else happened, letting him secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

I know you tampered with the cultivation method you gave me—don't think I haven't made preparations, Xuezhili!

I don't even know how much I believe this, and how much is just self‑comfort to cheer myself up.

His soul suddenly surged.

Hearing that, Xuezhili blinked in surprise, then actually clapped his hands.

Clap clap clap—

He smacked his lips and sighed:

As expected of Fellow Daoist Wang, you actually found the flaw in the cultivation method—amazing, huh, amazing.

Yet from his expression and demeanor, there was not a hint of panic.

It seemed everything was still under his control.

It's a bluff!

One or two times would have been forgivable; every time is like this, letting Wang Pei's anger in his heart be unable to be restrained any longer, and he lunged forward again.

Bang!!

But this time, Wang Pei's soul suddenly let out a muffled sound.

His movement was also inevitably forced to stop.

His eyes were full of disbelief.

"How is that possible? When?!"

Bang!!

Another explosive sound rang out.

Xuezhili bore the great banner, and his hunched back gradually straightened.

Even though his breath was a bit insubstantial and there was blood at the corner of his mouth, he still walked forward as leisurely as strolling in a courtyard.

"Yes, when?"

His smile was mysterious, with no intention of answering at all.

But Wang Pei gradually realized what was happening.

"It's Jinglan! It's Wang Jinglan! You tampered with their souls!"

Xuezhili smiled without answering, merely gripping the flagpole of the Hundred Ghost Banner with one hand, pointing it sideways at Wang Pei, his expression gradually turning cold, his voice sounding as if it came from an ice cellar.

"Wang Pei, you've always been curious why my this banner is merely the Hundred Ghost Banner and not the Thousand Souls Banner, right?"

The Hundred Ghost Banner, Thousand Souls Banner, and Ten Thousand Souls Banner are of the same lineage of magical treasures; they often require slaughtering millions of living beings to forge, making them extremely evil magical treasures.

Upon hearing this, Wang Pei's eyes gradually widened.

"No"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Then Xuezhili sacrificed the Hundred Ghost Banner into the air, while simultaneously making hand seals with both hands in succession.

"Hundred Ghosts Seize Soul, Thousand Threads Gather Soul, Main Soul, return to position, activate!"

Being inherently a ghost cultivator, having cultivated with the method given by Xuezhili, and with his soul bound by shackles, he could no longer utter a word, and was dragged in by countless ghost hands and the banner's silk threads, becoming the main soul of the Hundred Ghost Banner.

No.

Now it should be called the Thousand Souls Banner!

It is lamentable that after Wang Pei's century of struggle, he ultimately ended up as the main soul of the Thousand Souls Banner.

Xuezhili couldn't put down the Thousand Souls Banner, rubbing it with greedy eyes.

He said softly: "The cultivation method is actually fine; it's just that the blood kin resentment entwined around you is too heavy, and detonating them only needs a fuse. Wang, oh, right, Wang Jinglan is merely one of those fuses."

His hidden preparations were far more numerous than Wang Pei could have imagined.

Of course, Wang Pei also counts as capable; as a pawn, he was made to suffer a bit.

"But that's all there is to it."

The Cultivation Base he had originally displayed as Early Jie Dan Stage, after the concealment was lifted, actually gradually recovered to Middle Jie Dan Stage!

"After plotting for nearly a century, I have finally forged this banner!"

The Hundred Ghost Banner is easy to forge, but the Thousand Souls Banner has high requirements, especially the main soul.

The main soul's birth date and time, Cultivation Base, cultivation method, the resentment of blood kin souls, and final unwillingness, etc., are all conditions for strengthening the Thousand Souls Banner.

These are not compulsory requirements.

Only a Thousand Souls Banner forged in this way has the highest potential.

Because the main soul retains the possibility of further cultivation.

Therefore, this banner can look forward to becoming a Ten Thousand Souls Banner!

To this end, he had no choice but to lay out his plans piece by piece.

Today, he finally got what he wished for.

Moreover, possessing this banner also gave Xuezhili the confidence to fight even a Late Jie Dan Stage cultivator, let alone achieve Perfection.

Of course, forging the Thousand Souls Banner is merely one of his steps, a relatively important one.

"The things are also in hand."

Grabbing Zou Changming's storage bag, he invaded his divine sense, preparing to erase the mark.

This is another of his moves, a convenient one.

"Moreover, the most important step."

He raised his head to gaze into the distance, as if trying to take in everything before him.

The events that took place in Zou City were naturally unknown to Yunhe, who had rushed out of the shattered grand formation at the first moment.

After plunging into that thick mist, he discovered that its effect was exactly the same as that of the Black Water Banner.

It actually had the effect of corroding the flesh and eroding magical power.

This made Yunhe once suspect that Wei Qingfei from the River Gully Market back then might have been in league with Xuezhili.

But Yunhe then snorted at himself in his heart.

"Having lost his mind, a mid-Qi Refining cultivator facing Xuezhili is hardly different from an ant, right?"

Little did he know.

If Wei Qingfei hadn't died back then, there would certainly be a place for him in the Spirit Bee Apiary that Wang Jinglan led.

Moreover, Wang Jinglan, who was only at Middle Qi Refining Stage back then, charged into the turbulent market and didn't die, which is quite thought‑provoking.

However, Yunhe, in the midst of his escape, quickly put aside his stray thoughts.

Although the black mist blocked divine sense, his divine sense was still far stronger than that of an ordinary early Foundation Establishment cultivator, and he could still detect some anomalies in the black mist.

Furthermore, what the divine sense endowed also included a more subtle spiritual perception.

He could clearly feel that behind him, a cultivator was approaching at an unhurried pace.

As for Huang Ling?

After the two entered the black mist, they inevitably scattered.

At this moment, Yunhe had no mind to worry about his mid-Foundation Establishment senior martial brother.

ps: Updated today…… twelve thousand? Asking for monthly tickets.

En, there's still a part not collected; later will slowly collect it.

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(End of chapter)