Chapter 700

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

A month after Xu Zixiao returned, news came from Wang Han's side.

There's a lead on the Mother Worm, or rather, word of it.

"When will the Mother Worm be delivered?"

"Xu Sikong, I'm having a bit of trouble doing this alone!"

"What do you mean?"

"I need help!"

"Fine, I'll arrange people to go over right away."

"That works, but they have to be at least Golden Core, otherwise..."

"Rest assured, he's more than just Golden Core!"

Because the Mother Worm hadn't been caught yet, the handling of the Disaster Land was delayed a bit.

Resolving it sooner would only bring benefits and no harm to himself and the entire Spirit Field.

Immediately, Xu Zhangqing issued an order to Xu Zixiao, sending him on a trip to Fengrao Commandery in the Dongyu region of the Great Yue Dynasty.

Xu Zixiao accepted without the slightest hesitation: "Understood."

Afterward, he transformed into a streak of light and swiftly departed from here.

Xu Zhangqing found a quiet spot and then sat cross-legged.

His Divine Sense sank into his brow center, and Xu Zixiao's perspective appeared before his eyes.

As time continuously passed, Fengrao Commandery appeared in view.

Not long after, Xu Zixiao and Wang Han met.

Wang Han didn't know who this masked fellow in front of him was, but since he was the helper arranged by Xu Zhangqing, he had to treat him seriously and courteously.

He originally wanted to host him, have those Concubines attend to him.

Unexpectedly, Xu Zixiao had zero reaction, his mind solely focused on completing the task.

Wang Han nodded helplessly: "Alright, I'll take you there right now."

Through Xu Zixiao, Xu Zhangqing asked: "Where exactly is the location?"

Wang Han said with a slightly tense expression: "Black Mist Swamp."

That place isn't far from Fengrao Commandery.

Initially there weren't many people, then a Mother Worm appeared, attracting many Spirit Insect Cultivators.

Over time, it became a gathering spot for this group of Spirit Insect Cultivators.

Moreover, most of them are very overbearing, completely unreasonable.

Any ordinary person who gets close gets bitten to death by the insects.

Half an hour later, Xu Zhangqing was leisurely drinking Spirit Tea.

On the other side, Wang Han and Xu Zixiao arrived at the Black Mist Swamp.

The place truly lives up to its name.

Black mist thick as ink, the air permeated with a rotten stench.

Mud sticky as glue, surrounding trees withered, black, and twisted, not a trace of vitality to be seen.

Initially at the Outer Perimeter of the swamp, there was nothing special.

But as the two went deeper, things became wrong.

As far as the eye could see, many human corpses could be seen.

Some were rotting.

Some only had skeletons left.

Even many maggots could be seen crawling on them.

Wang Han's face darkened: "Even more serious than I imagined."

Borrowing the puppet's perspective, Xu Zhangqing raised an eyebrow at the sight: "All ordinary people."

When the two reached the depths, they found more and more corpses, and increasingly intact.

Even more inconceivably, their bodies were wrapped in circle after circle of Spirit Silk.

Looking like spider silk, yet also like silkworm silk.

Though indistinguishable, it was exceptionally tough.

Wang Han's face was gloomy: "This is why I requested support; these Spirit Insect Cultivators aren't ordinary Loose Cultivators at all... they're using living people to raise insects!"

Hearing this, Xu Zhangqing's brows instantly furrowed: "Using living people to raise insects?"

No matter where, this is a major taboo; once discovered, it's certain death.

Wang Han thought for a moment, then asked: "Sir, should we go back?"

Xu Zixiao glanced sideways: "Why?"

Wang Han said seriously: "There should be quite a few Spirit Insect Cultivators, and there are only two of us.

Actually, before you came, I already notified the Great Yue Official Government.

Even if we don't act, someone will come handle it soon."

Xu Zixiao said blandly: "No matter, regardless of how many Spirit Insect Cultivators, I'll slay them all with one sword."

He dares to say this, so naturally he has confidence.

Though a puppet, it has no Qi Sea, Golden Core, or mana.

Yet all over its body exist fully nineteen spirit patterns.

Various enhancement effects stacked together are already not inferior to an Inferior Nascent Soul.

Unless among these Spirit Insect Cultivators there exists a Nascent Soul True Monarch-level cultivator, otherwise no matter how many, they are not enough for Xu Zixiao alone to kill.

Hearing this, Wang Han calmed down considerably and immediately nodded: "Fine."

Since he is a helper arranged by Xu Sikong, he definitely is not simple.

Moreover, he himself cannot sense the breath fluctuations of the person beside him.

This situation arising has only two possibilities.

One is that there is none.

One is that the realm is too high.

Obviously, the first is not very likely.

Therefore only the second remains.

This person's cultivation is too profound, already achieving breath not leaking outward.

The two passed through layer upon layer of Spirit Silk Arrays and smoothly arrived at the deepest part.

By rights, this place should be rarely trodden by human foot.

Unexpectedly, a stone outpost appeared before their eyes.

Around the outpost were full of protruding insect nests, countless black small insects crawling on the ground, emitting "sha sha" friction sounds.

And on the empty space at the center of the outpost, over a dozen iron cages were lined up in a row, inside which dozens of ragged mortals were imprisoned.

They were one by one pale-faced, eyes hollow.

Arms and necks were crawling full of tiny insects.

Each time they sucked a mouthful of blood, the insects swelled by a point.

And the people in the cages became increasingly listless, as if their vitality was being drained bit by bit.

Inside the outpost, five Spirit Insect Cultivators dressed in black clothes, their specific faces indistinct, were currently surrounding a huge Blood Pool.

At the center of the Blood Pool lay a Mother Worm, pitch-black all over, as large as a millstone.

As its abdomen slightly writhed, countless tiny insect eggs fell from its tail end, neatly dropping into the Blood Pool, instantly hatching countless small insects, which then crawled toward the direction of the iron cages.

Wang Han stared wide-eyed: "My heavens, this is actually a Devouring Spirit Mother Worm."

Xu Zhangqing, as a Spirit Insect Cultivator, naturally knows what kind of insect a Spirit Devouring Insect is.

Belonging to a type of spirit insect that specially feeds on human blood essence, cultivator mana, and Lingti spiritual energy; if they are allowed to spread out, everything around will suffer calamity.

His gaze turned cold at this moment.

Though he is not some saint, he cannot bear to see such acts harming living beings.

What's more, these fellows have already ruined the reputation of Spirit Insect Cultivators and must receive severe punishment.

Immediately, Xu Zhangqing transmitted the command: "Zixiao, leave the Devouring Spirit Mother Worm; as for these Spirit Insect Cultivators, one counts as one, kill them all!"

"Yes."

Xu Zixiao responded, not waiting for Wang Han to react, his figure darting out like a ghost.

"Who is it?"

"Bold madman! Daring to trespass into my Black Centipede Stronghold!"

"Since you actively deliver yourself to the door, then become food for the Spirit Devouring Insects!"

The leading black-clothed Spirit Insect Cultivator obviously had reached Golden Core Stage, reaction speed very fast.

Seeing Xu Zixiao killing over, a flash of savagery crossed his eyes, and he abruptly raised his hand.

In an instant, the dense insect nests shook violently.

Immediately, countless pitch-black Spirit Devouring Insects surged out like a tide, among them mixed dozens of thumb-sized Poison Thorn Worms glowing with green light.

Too many in number, looking dense, they all pounced toward Xu Zixiao.

At the same time, the other four Spirit Insect Cultivators followed with attacks.

Silk threads glowed with dark green poison light, instantly enveloping the entire empty space.

From this it can be seen, they wanted to trap Xu Zixiao to death inside.

Wang Han's expression changed, and he hurriedly reminded: "This Spirit Silk must not be touched; there is poison on it!"

However, Xu Zixiao was expressionless.

He did not draw his sword, but merely raised his hand and slashed down empty-handed at the pouncing insect tide.

A Green Sword Qi, condensed and substantial as reality, appeared out of thin air, several zhang long, carrying a sharp wind-breaking sound, and instantly hacked into the insect tide.

Chi la!

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, Spirit Devouring Insects and Poison Thorn Worms were one by one slashed into two segments, black insect blood splattering all over the ground, emitting a pungent fishy stench.

This move looked simple, yet contained multiple enhancements after spirit pattern stacking, its power was equivalent to terrifying!