Chapter 91: Xiong Family Nightmare, Sweeping Invincibility

Yinshan Ghost King, Xiong Sanqi.

Xiong Village, hidden between mountains and water, was like a boat adrift in a storm.

The moment that man stepped into the village entrance, everyone's soul-aspects palpitated, feeling a trace of chill, a trace of unease, a trace of fear...

The younger generation of the Xiong family grew up listening to that man's lawlessness.

The older generation of the Xiong family watched that man's unbridled behavior and were helpless.

Now, ten years had passed in a flash, and he had stepped onto this land again.

"Yinshan Ghost King... he's back."

"Such pressure, not showing techniques before people, but suppressing all leaders with his soul-aspect..."

"Above Gao Gong Rank!"

Inside the Xiong family ancestral hall, whether it was Xiong Qianshan, Xiong Qianxing, or Xiong Ba, all felt the pressure from the soul-aspect. It was a fear almost connected by blood, of the same sect and origin, yet it seemed to tower above the void, looking down on everyone like ants.

"Uncle Sanqi!?" Zhang Fan felt something, his eyes narrowing into a line, subconsciously looking toward the direction outside the ancestral hall.

At this time, at the village entrance, Xiong Sanqi stood alone, like a heavenly pass.

The Xiong family members were like facing a great enemy, waiting in strict formation.

"Xiong Sanqi, back then you swore that in this life you would never step foot in Yujing City again."

Xiong Baoping's face was cold, his eyes filled with deep vigilance.

"Everything is created by the heart, how can words be true..."

Xiong Sanqi grinned and laughed: "For those who practice the Dao, nothing is taboo. If you can't see through the false, how can you comprehend the profound truth?"

"Xiong Baoping, you are still this naive. No wonder for so many years, your cultivation has improved so little."

"You..."

Xiong Baoping's face instantly turned like fermented pig liver, red and green. As the head of the Xiong family, he usually sat in a high position, his words carrying more weight than nine tripods, his dignity heavy. When had anyone in the Xiong family ever dared to speak to him like this?

"No need to argue. For a person like him, no oath can bind him..."

Just then, Xiong Guanchen raised his hand to interrupt this meaningless argument.

"Words are the most powerless false images."

"Ten years have passed, why have you come back this time?" Xiong Guanchen went straight to the point.

"I've come to take back the thing I entrusted to the Xiong family." Xiong Sanqi said indifferently.

"The fierce god!?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Xiong Baofeng beside him raised an eyebrow and spoke directly: "How can that be?"

"That fierce god has already merged with our Xiong family's formation, seizing ten years of great fortune. How can it be easily returned to you?"

As soon as this was said, the high-ups of the Xiong family nodded one after another.

That thing was indeed extremely important to the Xiong family.

"Sigh, a weasel giving birth to a rat, each generation is worse than the last." Xiong Sanqi shook his head.

Ten years of great momentum had already made the Yinshan Xiong family a top-tier family in Yujing City. Even so, they were not satisfied and still relied on that fierce god to suppress their fortune.

If you can grow your own wings, why rely on a cloud ladder?

Such a clan was destined to have no future, no hope.

Thinking of this, Xiong Sanqi didn't even look at the crowd, took a step, and was about to walk into Xiong Village.

Hum...

In an instant, everyone felt an unprecedented sense of pressure.

"Sanqi..."

Just then, Xiong Guanchen spoke: "You are, after all, of the Xiong family's bloodline. Do you not cherish even a bit of incense-burning affection?"

Facing the Yinshan Ghost King, even Xiong Guanchen had to play the emotional card.

"I left a Huang Quan for the Xiong family, hid the fierce god here, and seized ten years of great fortune... what should have been repaid was repaid long ago..."

Xiong Sanqi's expression was calm, his deep gaze looking at the old man in front of him.

"Uncle, have you forgotten?"

"No life, no death, no father, no mother. In this life, you only serve that man." Xiong Guanchen's voice was cold, and a killing intent finally surged in his aged eyes.

"Xiong Sanqi, don't be crazy. Don't forget what place this is? It's not ten years ago anymore."

Just then, an old man of the Xiong family shouted, his voice urgent, showing deep rage.

"Then I'll come and see what's different." Xiong Sanqi's whisper was like a drop of water falling into a deep pool, causing ripples.

Hum...

In the sky, dark clouds surged, gathering like thick ink.

Although it was the scorching summer, a bone-chilling cold wind suddenly rose. The crowd's expressions changed drastically. The once prosperous Xiong Village, in an instant, became a chaotic burial ground, with withered mounds standing everywhere, bones covering the ground, cold crows flying high, and eating rotting corpses like hemp.

"Corpse Mound Ten Thousand Ghosts Born!"

"This is an external scene!?" Xiong Guanchen's aged face trembled violently.

When Daoists fight, if it's within the human body, it can create an internal scene, which is the image of flesh, bones, organs, and soul-aspect.

If it's outside the body, one can see ten thousand or eight thousand external scene images.

Xiong Sanqi's cultivation was terrifying to this extent. With a single thought, his soul-aspect moved greatly, leading everyone into a transformation realm, allowing them to see this external scene.

In an instant, corpses covered the ground, cold winds blew, and countless ghost cries resounded in everyone's ears.

"This... what is this? So many dead people... so many dead people..."

At this time, someone couldn't bear it, holding their head, screaming and crying in terror.

Before their eyes, it was like a human purgatory, with countless living people dying before them.

Dead people by day, don't ask the count, the sun is bleak and sorrowful clouds protect.

Three people walk less than ten steps, suddenly two die blocking the road.

Dead people by night, dare not cry, plague ghosts spit out green lamp light.

Suddenly the wind rises and the lamp goes out, people, ghosts, corpses, and coffins are in the same dark room.

Such an ambience rushed toward them. People die and become ghosts, mixing into the red dust, chaotic and confusing, difficult to distinguish.

Even the Daoists of the Yinshan lineage, where had they ever seen so many dead people, so many fierce ghosts...

"This is a false image of an external scene."

Xiong Guanchen shouted violently. He pinched the seal with both hands, walked the Heavenly Dipper steps, and a wisp of black energy shot up from his crown. In this eerie external scene, it transformed into a large flag, with strange talismans on it, looking like withered bones, but at the very top were four ancient seal characters:

Yinshan Ancestor!

The Yinshan Sect worshipped the Yinshan Ancestor as their founder. This Yinshan Flag was the life's work of Xiong Guanchen, and all his Daoist cultivation lay in it.

Rumble...

The Yinshan Flag shook violently, cold winds howled, sweeping away and shattering the ghost shadows in the sky.

The Xiong family members felt a little relieved.

"Uncle, you've lived for most of your life, and you still don't know what a ghost is." Xiong Sanqi whispered.

The Dan scriptures say that although one has achieved success in practicing the Dao, one cannot avoid death. Those who leave withered bones in the human world, no matter how high their cultivation, are ultimately called lower ghosts, hence they are called ghosts.

Living people are endless, and ghosts are also endless.

Rumble...

Xiong Sanqi stood still, and the external scene around him became more and more vivid. Dense figures appeared around, almost filling the entire village. They seemed to have lived here originally, crawling out of graveyards, crawling out of withered bones, rotting flesh growing maggots, not knowing life or death...

Crows cried incessantly, dogs wept from time to time.

People contained ghost colors, ghosts seized human spirits.

People met by day are mostly ghosts, meeting ghosts at dusk makes one suspect people.

People die and cover the ground, human smoke falls, human bones are gradually blown old by the wind...

Although they were in the human world, their eyes were filled with a forest purgatory, ghost shadows crying and howling in the sky, corpses covering the ground, and the surging ghost energy instantly tore the shaking 【Yinshan Flag】 to pieces.

"Ah..."

Finally, an old man of the Xiong family could no longer bear such an external scene. His soul-aspect exploded, and his body fell straight to the ground, his breath hanging by a thread.

"Xiong Sanqi, do you want to start a massacre?" Xiong Baoping pinched the seal with both hands, guarding his heart and spirit, his face in extreme pain.

Apparently, being in such an external scene, he was also extremely miserable, but seeing people falling one after another beside him, he had to roar loudly.

"Internal heart demons, must fall into external scenes..." Xiong Sanqi was expressionless and said indifferently: "Your cultivation is not yet home."

"Too strong... Yinshan Ghost King, truly as the rumors say."

"Can this man really sweep invincibly?"

In the large Xiong Village, only the ancestral hall was unaffected, seemingly because Xiong Sanqi intentionally avoided it, so that Zhang Fan could act conveniently.

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At this time, whether it was Xiong Qianxing, Xiong Qianshan, or Xiong Ba, all were plunged into deep shock.

Although they hadn't fallen into the external scene, they could perceive the situation outside with their soul-aspects.

That man, truly with the power of one person, hard-controlled the entire Xiong family. Once the external scene arose, it was like creating a demon image, and not a single person could break free.

The rumors were true. No wonder this man could stir up the Xiong family ten years ago.

Now it seemed that the Yinshan Ghost King was truly fearless. What Dharma lineage, what clan, what bloodline, what incense... in his eyes, they were all empty.

With a single thought, the world turned upside down. With another thought, supernatural powers ran rampant. It seemed nothing could stop his footsteps.

"Good opportunity, Brother Fan, you go in first, leave this to me."

Xiong Ba instantly woke up. Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was rare. Perhaps only at this time could Zhang Fan enter the Xiong family ancestral hall without any obstruction.

"Can you do it?" Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow. He didn't know how long the obstruction outside could last.

"Don't worry, I haven't been with you for nothing these days." Xiong Ba licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with unprecedented fighting spirit.

He had been suppressed for too long. Possessing Daoist techniques but unable to run rampant, now was the perfect time to show his skills and verify the past.

"Good."

Zhang Fan nodded heavily, not being pretentious. He took a step, like a residual shadow, and swept toward the depths of the Xiong family ancestral hall.

"Looking for death."

Xiong Qianshan's face sank, and he flashed forward, wanting to block him.

"Xiong Qianshan, your opponent is me."

Just then, Xiong Ba took the first step, blocking in front of Xiong Qianshan.

"Xiong Ba, you waste, thinking that by practicing in secret and getting some fur of gathering Yin and forming evil, you can show off in front of me?" Xiong Qianshan said coldly.

He wasn't a fool like Xiong Qianxing. His cultivation was considered outstanding among the younger generation of the Xiong family.

Hum...

Without any extra nonsense, Xiong Qianshan's body vibrated slightly. True Yang surged, returning to Extreme Yin, flowing through the meridians of his limbs and bones, turning into mysterious evil energy, instantly covering the surface of his body.

The surrounding temperature dropped significantly. Such an ominous aura made even Xiong Qianxing unable to help but retreat.

Refining Yin into evil; in comparison, what Xiong Ba showed that day didn't even compare to a fraction of Xiong Qianshan's.

"Don't retreat, then die!" Xiong Qianshan said ruthlessly.

Sizzle...

Just then, Xiong Ba took off his coat and pinched the seal with both hands.

"Hmm!?" Xiong Qianshan's eyes sank slightly. Looking at the seal Xiong Ba formed, he couldn't help but show a cold expression.

"This is not the Daoist technique of the Yinshan Sect."

"A stick of true incense burns with fierce fire, golden boys and jade girls descend to hear the Yao. This incense wishes to reach the Qinghua Mansion, requesting the Taiyi Savior."

Xiong Ba walked the Heavenly Dipper steps, his expression solemn, chanting words in his mouth. As he finished singing, the True Yang was as intense as fire, rushing straight to his crown.

"Taiyi Dharma, Soul-Saving Technique!?"

At this moment, Xiong Qianshan's eyes trembled violently, finally revealing a solemn expression.

Xiong Village entrance.

The crowd was still trapped in the external scene, struggling to support themselves, with people constantly falling. Only Xiong Guanchen's expression changed suddenly, unable to help but turn his head to look toward the ancestral hall.

"That little brat entered the ancestral hall..."

As he spoke, Xiong Guanchen looked at Xiong Sanqi with a grim expression.

"You came for him? What kind of person is that little brat?"

As soon as this was said, even Xiong Baoping couldn't help but show a strange expression.

A person like Xiong Sanqi was rampant and fearless, with no clan blood relatives in his heart. Now, he actually violated his oath for a little brat, returned to Yujing, and even suppressed the entire Xiong family with the power of one person.

This was simply too incredible.

"Uncle, people get old, it's better to be a bit muddled, otherwise it's easy to die early." Xiong Sanqi said indifferently.

"Do you really think I can't suppress you?" Xiong Guanchen said coldly.

"Otherwise, what are you waiting for? Waiting to become a coffin-filling pulp?" Xiong Sanqi said indifferently.

"Conscripting Soul Boy, Hundred Ghosts Descend to the Capital."

"Above, spread the Heavenly Net; below, spread the Earth Net."

"Receive the refining soul glory, return the bones and ask for death."

"Yinshan Ancestor, order to refine ghost rampant."

A black energy surged from Xiong Guanchen's brow, suddenly turning into a talisman. He pinched the seal with both hands, chanting words in his mouth.

Suddenly, a terrifying roar came from the Daoist temple of the Xiong family ancestors.

Immediately after, a strange figure soared into the sky like a black cloud. Cold winds howled, and turbid waves emptied. A pair of giant hands reached out from within, like ghost claws, actually tearing the eerie external scene to pieces.

"This is..."

"Ghost Commander!!!"

"It's done... the foundation of our Xiong family is now complete."

The crowd was overjoyed. The core technique of the Yinshan Xiong family was the method of refining ghosts.

Over the years, the Xiong family had exhausted their efforts, not knowing how many resources they had spent and how much price they had paid. Even the Huang Quan left by Xiong Sanqi back then had been exhausted, all to refine this Ghost Commander.

This thing was an existence that even Gao Gong Rank experts found tricky.

In the sky, that pitch-black figure surged like a cloud of ink. Although it was bright daylight, there was no light in the sky, and ghost cries were endless, making people feel terrified...

Calling stars and summoning ghosts to enjoy the cups and plates, mountain demons eating makes people feel cold; such an ambience rushed toward them.

"Xiong Sanqi, ten years have passed. Refining this Ghost Commander was to guard against today." Xiong Guanchen said in a deep voice.

Ten years ago, he hadn't taken any oath to heart; he had long anticipated this day.

For this, he didn't hesitate to pay the price, using the power of the entire clan to refine the Ghost Commander, just to restrain Xiong Sanqi.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Xiong Guanchen said with full confidence.

"Not bad, not bad..." Xiong Sanqi couldn't help but applaud, looking at the surging ink cloud in the sky, showing appreciation.

"Over these years, the Xiong family has indeed made quite a bit of progress..."

As soon as this was said, a look of pride instantly appeared on Xiong Baoping's face, no longer as fearful as before, appearing fearless.

"However..."

Just then, Xiong Sanqi changed the subject and suddenly said: "I have twelve of these things..."

As the words fell, Xiong Sanqi's body vibrated violently, and a thick black energy escaped from his body, as if the dark night had arrived, accompanied by twelve terrifying shadows.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 92 =====