Chapter 890

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

All cultivators, regardless of Nascent Soul or Golden Core, were dumbfounded at this moment.

They simply could not believe that a mere puppet not only seized the Corpse King Sword but also retreated unscathed under the full-force strikes of two Spirit Transformation Venerables.

In fact, not only these people, but even the several Spirit Transformation Venerables had the shock on their faces replaced by astonishment.

Cang Xuan's eyes were full of disbelief: "Cross-space teleportation?"

Hu Shang's tone was full of unwillingness and shock: "Just who is this person, who not only masters heaven-defying puppetry but also possesses the ability of cross-space teleportation?

I fear this person laid out the scheme very early on, and we have all been pawns!"

Mu Ji gazed at the closed spatial rift, his brows furrowing: "This mantra... seems familiar, as if I've heard it somewhere?"

Xing Yanzi's expression was solemn; the star disk atop his head spun wildly, attempting to divine Xu Zixiao's whereabouts, but no matter how he divined, he saw only a stretch of chaos, unable to capture the slightest trace: "What exquisite space secret art, to actually shield my astrological divination... the person behind this is absolutely not simple!"

Ming Chen, Qian Wanguan, Han E, and the others all had gloomy faces.

They had not only been schemed against, letting the other party snatch the Corpse King Sword, but also let the puppet escape right under their noses — this was simply a bizarre and great humiliation.

"Wait... Xuanhuang?!"

"Huang Zun, is this a scheme laid by your Xuanhuang Realm?!"

"Puppet, space secret art, Corpse King Sword... you dare scheme against all of us!"

Instantly, accusations rose one after another.

Cang Xuan's eyes blazed with rage, Hu Shang's demonic fire flickered, and even the gazes of Xing Yanzi, Han E, and the others carried bone-piercing cold intent.

"Utter nonsense!"

Huang Zun's face turned iron-green; he immediately declared in a loud voice: "My Xuanhuang Realm cultivates the Golden Court Method; we have never had such space secret arts, nor such powerful puppetry.

He is framing us, planting evidence; I am also a victim."

"Victim?"

"Who the hell would believe that!"

"You people of the Xuanhuang Realm were never anything good to begin with!"

"Exactly, and the mantra clearly says 'Manifest Xuanhuang' — if not your Xuanhuang Realm, then who else could it be?"

Huang Zun was cornered by the crowd until he had no defense; the more he explained, the guiltier he looked, until he finally lost all patience and said through gritted teeth: "In short, this matter has absolutely nothing to do with my Xuanhuang Realm.

Believe it or not, suit yourselves; anyway, believe it if you want, don't if you don't!"

Right, that's correct.

He gave up / went slack.

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Qingmu Peak, cultivation chamber.

Xu Zhangqing sat cross-legged on a steam-cushion cultivating, when suddenly he had a spiritual sense: "Strange, why is there a fluctuation from my personal space? Who returned?"

Immediately, his figure flashed, and in an instant he entered his personal space.

Just as he entered, he saw Xu Zixiao holding a pitch-black long sword, standing there dazedly.

"Zixiao?"

Seeing this scene, Xu Zhangqing's face was full of bewilderment: "How did you return?"

Then, his gaze fell on the pitch-black long sword in Xu Zixiao's hand, feeling its dense aura, and he couldn't help but stare wide-eyed.

Judging from its aura, fluctuations, and other aspects, this black sword's power was in no way inferior to the Pseudo-Immortal Artifact Zhenhuang in Youngest Son's hand.

Xu Zixiao knelt on one knee, raising the Corpse King Sword high in both hands: "Master, I snatched back the Corpse King Sword!"

Xu Zhangqing's mind was a bit chaotic: "Wait, you summarize the matter simply first..."

Xu Zixiao nodded, then recounted the whole sequence — the Corpse Festival, the Corpse King's appearance, the various Great Powers vying for it, the Corpse King Sword, his seizing the sword unharmed with his puppet body, and escaping using the Long Yuan Water Spirit Seal — in full detail.

The more Xu Zhangqing listened, the thicker the astonishment on his face grew.

By the end, the whole person froze.

Good fellow, he himself had been completely unaware of this matter the entire time.

Even more unexpected, Xu Zixiao actually had such audacity, daring to pull off such a risky, even suicidal act right under the noses of Spirit Transformation Venerables.

Looking at the supreme evil weapon before him, he subconsciously reached out his right hand, wanting to touch it and personally sense it.

But just as his fingertip was about to contact the hilt, his hand stiffened there.

From the depths of his divine soul came a "hair-raising" chill.

As if the moment he touched it, something would go wrong.

Xu Zhangqing reflexively yanked his hand back.

He steadied his mind and carefully weighed the pros and cons.

He walked the path of impartial peace and vibrant vitality.

With an evil weapon like the Corpse King Sword — utterly yin, utterly sha, specialized in devouring divine souls — the attributes completely clashed.

Ordinary cultivation methods and spells fundamentally cannot control it; forced use would only bring fire upon oneself.

But Xu Zixiao was different; having no divine soul, no divine sense, he naturally feared nothing.

However, this supreme evil weapon not inferior to a Pseudo-Immortal Artifact — Xu Zhangqing was unwilling to give it up.

After much thought, a cultivation method flashed through his mind.

Nine Turns Nether Passage Art.

This technique focuses on Yin Nether, perfectly matching the Corpse King Sword's attribute.

Only it can truly wield this peerless fiend weapon.

The pity is that although he obtained this technique long ago, he remained alert and did not cultivate it, and with too many matters, he finally forgot it.

Now to control the Corpse King Sword, he must start from the beginning.

But the most urgent matter is actually something else.

Xu Zixiao acted on his own; although he escaped intact, he exposed his identity.

Thus, the business he left in Tai Xu Lie Yuan has only two roads left.

Either give up, no longer maintain it, and cut off the resource income from that side from now on.

Or send another Spirit Plant Puppet, Xu Jiuyou or Xu Qiansui, over to replace him.

Even if various powers have doubts, without real evidence, they naturally will not act rashly.

However, the Spirit Rice and Spirit Plants sold later must be slightly distinguished in appearance, variety, and other aspects, and cannot be exactly the same as Xu Zixiao's.

Fortunately, Xu Zhangqing has accumulated quite abundantly over these years, plus four rare Spirit Plants gifted by the Three-Eyed Clan.

Therefore, even if reopening for business, he will not only not lose money, but earn even more than before.

Xu Zhangqing looked at Xu Zixiao, his tone carrying a few points of praise: "Although you acted rashly without notifying me,

you ultimately achieved great merit; go rest for a period first."

Xu Zixiao held the Corpse King Sword with both hands, carefully placing this fiend weapon aside; there are law restrictions and rule suppression in his Personal Space, so no problems will occur.

Immediately after, Xu Zhangqing shouted softly: "Qiansui!"

At once, Xu Qiansui flashed into appearance before him: "Master."

Xu Zhangqing ordered: "Leave your Personal Space immediately, go to Longhu Immortal Sect, and call Thunder Spirit Root Fenglong over."

Xu Qiansui received the order and left: "Yes, Master."

Xu Zhangqing took a deep breath and began recalling the content of Nine Turns Nether Passage Art.

Cultivation step one: Open Yin River, Seek Pulse Meditation.

It requires Zi Hour; he himself sits facing north cross-legged, eyes slightly closed, discarding the five Qi around his body, and contemplating his own spine with only his Divine Soul.

Moreover, he must cultivate according to the content in the Mantra: "The Yin River is not a river, but the innate Netherworld Sea within the human body.

Sha is not fierce and evil, but the Primordial Chaos Undifferentiated Qi!"