Chapter 254: Squash Him Dead (Monthly Ticket Request at Month

Deep within the palace.

After smashing the barrier with a simple, brutal punch, Fang Xing saw a stone altar, and upon it, a single item…

"A treasure? That's a bit too shabby."

Fang Xing picked up the earth-yellow great blade with a sigh: "No… it was once a spirit treasure, but somehow damaged, fallen to the level of a mere treasure… whatever, it'll do."

He stowed the earth-yellow great blade away, planning to find a place to properly refine it after leaving.

Even as a body cultivation cultivator, he couldn't just pick up a treasure and use it—he had to purify it thoroughly with his own Qi, imprint his own mark upon it, before he could even begin to sense its functions.

Just as he stepped out of the palace gate, Fang Xing sighed: "Someone's here? But my Great Sun Soma didn't warn me—must be a weakling."

Whoosh!

A hidden figure suddenly appeared, twin claws slashing toward Fang Xing.

A point of golden light flickered from Fang Xing's body, then enveloped him entirely, making him resemble a golden-bodied Arhat.

The claws, wreathed in black mist, struck the golden light—and rang like a great temple bell, violently rebounding.

"A corpse cultivator?"

At this moment, Fang Xing also saw the thing that had attacked him.

It was no cultivator, but a corpse clad in golden armor, with a blue face and fangs jutting from its mouth.

Its body was enormous, leaving a shallow depression when it crashed into the ruins.

"A top-grade third-rank corpse cultivator? No…"

Fang Xing suddenly trembled, his Golden Core spiritual domain spreading out.

A crimson-gold sun rose slowly from his center, illuminating all demons and specters.

Beneath the golden sunlight, two more golden corpses emerged behind him.

One wore golden armor, ordinary and standard; the other bore bat-like fleshy wings, resembling a golden flying yaksha.

Four golden hands suddenly burst from the ground, gripping his ankles tightly.

Then, another strange golden female corpse stepped forth from empty air, punching Fang Xing squarely in the chest.

"Get lost!"

He roared, like a dragon-elephant's bellow.

The Hand That Covers the Sky appeared.

Boom!

The blow sent the female golden corpse flying, yet it suffered no damage.

This wasn't merely due to its top-grade third-rank body cultivation—it was also because…

"A formation?"

Fang Xing clearly felt the force of his palm strike being evenly split into six parts upon impact.

Boom!

He stomped his foot, scattering the four hands; the ground cracked open, revealing a four-armed golden corpse beneath.

"Five top-grade third-rank corpse cultivators?"

"No… this cultivation method… Heavenly-Turning Golden Corpses?"

"So this is the Minor Ten Thousand Forms Unchanging Array… the 'Ten Thousand Forms Demon Disciple' of the Ten Thousand Forms Sect?"

Fang Xing sneered: "You knew I was here, set up this formation to block the gate—so the two who died earlier were Ten Thousand Forms demonic cultivators…"

As for Heavenly-Turning Golden Corpses and the Ten Thousand Forms Sect, Fang Xing was no stranger.

After all, that Golden Core demonic cultivator once tried to capture him and turn him into a 'Heavenly-Turning Golden Corpse'—once eighteen were assembled, forming the 'Ten Thousand Forms Unchanging Array,' even a Nascent Soul True Lord trapped inside would be hard-pressed.

"Since you know it's me, yet still speak so boldly…"

The surroundings shifted violently; wind, rain, thunder, and lightning appeared in succession.

The four celestial phenomena merged into a thin-faced, narrow-browed visage: "No matter how powerful you are, once inside my Five Golden Corpses' Ten Thousand Forms Unchanging Array, your only path is death."

"Hah, bold words—for just five Golden Corpses…"

Fang Xing shook his head: "Wait until you've gathered eighteen Heavenly-Turning Golden Corpses and formed the true Ten Thousand Forms Unchanging Array before you say that. Right now, five Golden Corpses? At best, it's a pseudo-fourth-rank Minor Ten Thousand Forms Unchanging Array…"

Eighteen Heavenly-Turning Golden Corpses and the Ten Thousand Forms Unchanging Array!

These were among the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Sect's most prized secrets.

Fang Xing knew the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Sect had long sought to assemble eighteen Heavenly-Turning Golden Corpses to form the array and aid in crushing Chu Chu Kuangtu.

But they were too hard to gather and cultivate—and had never succeeded.

By the time the True-Demonic Great War came, they'd barely managed ten.

Even during the last great battle between the Ten Thousand Forms Sect's Nascent Soul Old Demon and Chu Chu Kuangtu, five of their Golden Corpses were slain.

Now only five remained, controlled by the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Disciple, forming the Minor Ten Thousand Forms Unchanging Array—perfectly sized to be brought into the Blessed Land as a powerful trump card.

With this array in hand, he even felt he could defeat the 'Righteous Qi Zi' himself!

Even though he'd only formed a half-step Golden Core!

Not every of the Six Demon Prodigies had formed an Imperishable Golden Core.

Among the Five True Disciples of the Righteous Path, Fu Fu Hongyi, limited by his talent, had only a half-step Golden Core—but with the sharpness of a sword cultivator, he had carved out the name 'Bloody Sword Zi'!

"You know quite a bit about our sect."

The face of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning was swallowed by a vortex, revealing the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Disciple's true form: "Then you should know—now that my five Heavenly-Turning Golden Corpses are all deployed, no one below Nascent Soul can survive!"

Before his words ended, the clawed corpse, the armored corpse, the golden flying yaksha, the four-armed corpse, and the female corpse all appeared, occupying the five cardinal positions, each forming hand seals.

Gales, torrential rain, thunder, lightning…

The celestial phenomena shifted, forming layer upon layer of invisible force, crushing down upon Fang Xing.

Sssss!

Fang Xing's entire body glowed crimson-gold, like a golden-bodied Arhat, his spine still straight as a spear.

The invisible force clashed with his protective golden light, sparking across the void.

"Pseudo-fourth-rank body cultivation? No… very close, just a hair short."

The Ten Thousand Forms Demon Disciple's gaze changed.

He stared at Fang Xing as if seeing a priceless treasure: "After killing you, I will certainly turn you into a powerful Golden Corpse… with your physique, I sense you'll become my strongest killing weapon."

"Idiot!"

Fang Xing muttered, suddenly producing a stack of silver talismans in his hand.

Each talisman was swiftly activated, becoming streaks of light that sank into the formation's various points, disrupting its once-smooth celestial flow.

"Third-rank Breaking Seal Talismans? So many?"

The Ten Thousand Forms Demon Disciple didn't know these were Fang Xing's accumulated spoils from killing enemies—or rather, his righteous deeds.

His Minor Ten Thousand Forms Array was never a true fourth-rank formation, nor supported by earth veins—just a dozen or so third-rank Breaking Seal Talismans were enough to severely disrupt the array.

Fang Xing moved, like a streak of light, charging straight at the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Disciple.

The Ten Thousand Forms Demon Disciple had nowhere to dodge—if he retreated, Fang Xing might seize the chance to break through the formation's seal!

Outside, if the opponent intended to flee, he'd have little chance to capture and transform him into a Golden Corpse.

If he held his ground now, the five Golden Corpses would naturally trigger the array's next phase.

Once the talismans' effects faded, he'd still hold the advantage!

Thus, the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Disciple slapped his storage bag, and a bone shield emerged.

The skull's eyes glowed emerald green, suddenly letting out a mournful wail.

Countless bones sprouted, instantly forming a towering wall of bone.

"Compared to a true late-stage Golden Core cultivator, you're still lacking… are you a half-step Golden Core cultivator?"

"Did the Ten Thousand Forms Sect allocate too few resources to you because they invested heavily in another pseudo-Nascent Soul cultivator?"

Fang Xing sneered coldly, and a surge of spiritual will shot straight into the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Disciple's mind.

But as a demonic sect's Nascent Soul seed, the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Disciple had no obvious weakness.

Within his mind, waves of emotional energy rose, forming a seven-colored armor that covered his entire consciousness—a rare soul-defense technique!

Thus, under Fang Xing's martial will, the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Disciple still managed telepathic speech: "You're dead… I'll rip out your soul and inject it into a corpse, torturing you endlessly!"

'This… is he losing his temper? Clearly hit a nerve.'

Fang Xing sneered inwardly, but his expression turned serious.

A half-step Golden Core late-stage cultivator was perfect for testing the latest results of his martial path.

Within Fang Xing's body, the purple-veined Golden Core turned slowly, converting half his Qi back into blood and qi.

Immortal and Martial merged, inseparable—suddenly forming one technique:

"Immortal-Martial One-Qi Great Palm Seal!"

He softly spoke, and his right hand pressed forward.

A giant golden palm materialized, forming the Sun Disc Seal, descending upon the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Disciple.

Crack!

At the slightest touch, the bone shield exploded instantly into countless shards.

Then, the golden palm seal crashed down, smashing through the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Disciple's spiritual shield as easily as bursting a soap bubble.

Boom!

The golden palm seized the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Disciple, contracting inward relentlessly.

Terrifying martial will surged forth, carrying immense sealing power.

In the end, the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Disciple could only watch helplessly as the golden palm sealed shut, crushing him into pulp within its grasp.

The Ten Thousand Manifestations Demon Prince—dead!

"Is that it? He went down easier than Huomo Qing."

Fang Xing nodded, then shook his head: "Indeed… I'm still too strong, and this one of the Six Demon Heroes seems like a fraud… hmm, even more of a fraud than Huomo Qing."

At least Huomo Qing was an Immortal Golden Core cultivator.

★￠O

The Ten Thousand Manifestations Demon Prince was merely a Half-step Golden Core cultivator.

His greatest reliance was those five Golden Corpses.

But Fang Xing's defense was astonishing—he wasn't fazed by the five Golden Corpses surrounding him, and relentlessly pursued only the Ten Thousand Manifestations Demon Prince, utterly disregarding martial ethics!

When the Ten Thousand Manifestations Demon Prince died, the five Golden Corpses lost their master's control and grew bewildered.

They stood frozen in place, motionless.

"Alright, the Ten Thousand Manifestations Demon Prince wasn't entirely worthless—he had mid-grade third-rank Body Tempering cultivation… hmm, actually, I didn't need to crush him with one palm; that was wasteful—he could've been turned into a Golden Corpse too…"

Fang Xing searched him thoroughly and found a strange, jet-black storage bag at the Ten Thousand Manifestations Demon Prince's waist.

This was a Demon Sect "Corpse Storage Bag," specifically designed to store corpses, refined corpses, and zombies.

Placing corpses inside such a bag prevented decay and even provided slight nourishment to low-rank refined corpses.

The one in the Ten Thousand Manifestations Demon Prince's possession was naturally top-grade.

After a brief examination, Fang Xing understood the activation method and stored all five Golden Corpses inside.

"The Ten Thousand Manifestations Sect is truly cursed—meeting me…"

"But the Heavenly Sword Sect is lucky—the enemy's Nascent Soul seed has been slain… This time, they'll gain far greater leverage in the division of spoils, and the Ten Thousand Manifestations Demon Sect won't recover for centuries…"

He strolled forward, opened the Ten Thousand Manifestations Demon Prince's storage bag again, and his eyes narrowed with satisfaction: "Indeed… gathering medicinal herbs myself is too slow. The best method is still robbing other Golden Core cultivators… Wait, if I only target Demon Sect cultivators, won't that make me a righteous demon-slayer? I shouldn't spare any righteous cultivators who show hostility toward me either…"

That's two updates for today.