Chapter 119: Absorbing Power

"Is this thinking you've got us cornered? You've got some nerve! Telling such a funny joke!"

Before Yan Ping could speak, a Yan clan youth with a face like powdered flour and red lips and white teeth could not help but sneer.

He stepped on the bright yellow true Qi beneath his feet, pushed through the crowd, and flew straight toward Chen Hang, who was sitting cross-legged on the central stone pillar.

This person was called Yan Jia, and his cultivation had already reached the first layer of Foundation Establishment—the Realm of Qi Sea Generation and Transformation; he was also wealthy and possessed many treasures, so he could be considered a combatant, quite outstanding among this group.

Chen Hang was merely a Qi Cultivator; even if he had more tricks, in Yan Ping's view, letting Yan Jia, a true Foundation Establishment cultivator, personally test his mettle was more than enough.

It was just unclear what life-saving means Xie Tan of the Flower God Mansion had given him; this point could not be guarded against...

At this moment.

Yan Jia had already entered the craggy stone forest, surrounded by tall stone peaks like swords and halberds, extending for several miles across the wilderness, dark and strange, dangerous and deep.

Inside the stone forest, it was pitch black, and coupled with the shrill whistling sound of the cold yin wind drilling through holes of various sizes, it sounded like resentment, like longing, like weeping, like complaining, making the listener's back feel intensely cold.

Yan Jia withdrew his gaze from the craggy stone forest beneath his feet, his brows slightly furrowed; in his heart, he was actually feeling a bit fearful, always feeling as if countless resentful souls and fierce ghosts were silently lurking below, ready to seize a moment of his carelessness to reach out with ghostly hands and drag him into that thick, ink-like darkness.

He quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, forcibly suppressing the inexplicable shock rising in his heart.

Thinking of the group of clansmen supporting him from behind, and touching the demonic secret treasure that had been passed down in his family for several generations, his eyes turned slightly fierce.

"According to what we discussed earlier, beat this brat half to death, then sprinkle some Moon Stones and Red River Sand on him to summon the ghosts of the Earth Abyss to finish him off! That will be the end of it!"

Yan Jia thought to himself, a sneer appearing on his face.

The bright yellow true Qi beneath his feet continued to fly forward for several dozen zhang.

After calculating that the distance to Chen Hang was about right, he tilted his neck, opened his mouth, and spat out a crystal-clear treasure pearl the size of a chicken egg, smashing it straight toward Chen Hang's face!

The treasure pearl was brilliant with blue light; as soon as it was spat out by Yan Jia, it flashed in the air, transforming into a deep blue water wave ten zhang long and three zhang wide, like a giant, agile long snake, extremely lively.

This "Floating Water Mirage Pearl," imitated from the "Mirage Dragon Pearl," was his proud talisman artifact, which Yan Jia had refined for over a decade, controlling it with ease, changing size as he wished, extremely flexible.

Any cultivator who touched even a sliver of this water wave would have their soul captured by the trace of mirage Qi within the water, dragged into a boundless illusion, fainting and falling to the ground, never to wake again.

At that time, he would be nothing but a walking corpse, his life and death controlled by Yan Jia.

And even if some were alert, using Daoist arts and talisman artifacts to protect themselves tightly during the fight, not letting the water wave touch them in the slightest.

Yan Jia had his own methods.

Just now, when this "Floating Water Mirage Pearl" was activated, a patch of damp, hazy water mist had secretly filled the atmosphere, mimicking ordinary humidity.

As long as the cultivator fighting Yan Jia inhaled these water mists while breathing, as they accumulated, the mirage Qi would naturally and forcibly capture their soul, making them fall into the illusion.

This move was extremely covert.

The water mist that permeated the air was colorless and odorless; even if one sensed it carefully with spiritual sense, one would not detect any abnormality, only thinking it was the chaotic spiritual energy stirred up by the activation of the talisman artifact.

Relying on this trick, Yan Jia had already harmed many cultivators during fights; even cultivators one minor realm higher than him, if caught off guard, would likely fall for it.

The rolling water wave roared and pounced, smashing many stone pillars in its path, raising dust, and in an instant, it pressed within ten zhang of Chen Hang.

"The water Qi seems a bit different..."

Chen Hang frowned slightly; the fifth-layer Cave-Mystic Realm Supreme Jade Body had already reborn him, separating him from the category of ordinary cultivators, almost comparable to some young innate gods and monsters.

As soon as this "Floating Water Mirage Pearl" was spat out by Yan Jia and turned into a water wave, his powerful physical body allowed him to perceive the strange change in the water Qi in the air, and he quickly held his breath.

He pointed his hand, and instantly the Thunder-Fire Thunderbolt Pearl emitted heavy flames, encasing his entire body, while at the same time, streaks of red and white lightning rotated and shot out, meeting the rolling water wave in an instant.

With a boom!

Yan Jia's face changed drastically; he only felt that the force within the lightning was incomparably violent, simply not something human power could resist; after just a few collisions, the water wave was forcibly shaved away by more than half.

Seeing that it was about to be forcibly broken, revealing the original form of the "Floating Water Mirage Pearl."

He hurriedly pinched a Dharma seal, desperately urging his true Qi, causing the water wave to swell again, recovering quite a bit, and then rolled across the air with a rumble, narrowly intercepting the red and white lightning shooting toward him.

"What rank of Embryonic Breathing is this? He is definitely not practicing the sect's 'Ingot Gold True Qi'!"

Amidst the continuous roaring, Yan Jia only blocked for a few more rounds before gradually becoming unable to withstand this kind of attack; his face turned crimson, his Qi and blood surged from the counter-shock force, and a sweet, bloody scent already filled his throat.

Where would a Qi Cultivator get such Dao practice?

Could it be that he has already cultivated true Qi?!

This scene not only terrified Yan Jia to death, but also made Yan Ping and the others unable to believe it, suspecting they were trapped by some illusion.

Just as they wanted to rush to help, suddenly, they saw Chen Hang's body on the stone pillar seem to sway slightly, and the intense flames emitted by the Thunder-Fire Thunderbolt Pearl slowly dimmed.

"Success?! He really did fall for my mirage Qi!"

Yan Jia, who had narrowly escaped death, was overjoyed.

His hand had already touched the demonic secret treasure passed down for generations in his sleeve, ready to launch a heaven-shaking strike.

At this moment, he paused, then hesitated and pulled it back.

He carefully probed a few more times, finally laughing in his heart.

This demonic secret treasure was called the Blood River Cart Treasure Wheel, and it was extremely difficult to refine.

Not only was it easy to attract the hostility of the Profound Sect, but it also had a fixed number of uses; use it once, and it was one less.

Passed down generation after generation, now in Yan Jia's hands, it could be activated at most four or five more times before it became a pile of scrap iron, never to be used again.

Being able to save one use now was naturally good; perhaps it could save his life in a future fight...

Yan Jia's thoughts turned a hundred times, but his hand movements were not slow.

Although this "Floating Water Mirage Pearl" could capture a cultivator's soul by permeating water Qi, actual physical contact was the most direct and effective method.

Yan Jia flew to the side of Chen Hang, who seemed to be tottering, and pressed toward him with true Qi.

He violently activated the water wave transformed by the "Floating Water Mirage Pearl," wanting to completely destroy the few points of protective fire light around Chen Hang's body, force the mirage Qi into his body, and drag this person into a boundless illusion!

Almost at the moment Yan Jia was full of ambition and had just arrived within ten zhang of Chen Hang.

He saw the person on the stone pillar's eyes suddenly flash with essence, like two cold beams bursting forth, illuminating everything before him in perfect detail!

"Not good!"

Yan Jia's heart trembled violently, secretly calling it bad.

In an instant, a green light flew out from Chen Hang's sleeve, incomparably swift!

At this moment, with the distance between Yan Jia and Chen Hang, even if he wanted to dodge elsewhere, it was too late.

He felt great regret in his heart, subconsciously wanting to touch the demonic secret treasure in his sleeve again.

With a "puff," the water wave transformed by the "Floating Water Mirage Pearl" was slashed open in one go; Yan Jia let out a miserable shriek, all four of his limbs were severed by the Green Law Sword, and he immediately fell from mid-air, crashing down with a bloody head.

"You..."

He was considered to have a firm will; even though he had fallen half-dead, he still twisted his body, struggling to escape into the distance, but his eyes were still filled with horrified confusion.

Clearly, under his spiritual sense, Chen Hang's Qi signature was chaotic, and his blood flow had quieted down, looking exactly like someone bewitched by mirage Qi.

This was a conclusion reached only after careful probing several times.

But how, when he pressed close to Chen Hang, did it...

At this moment, he felt a tightness in the wind behind his ears; Yan Jia turned his head in terror, only to see Chen Hang calmly reaching out to take the Blood River Cart Treasure Wheel that had fallen from his sleeve.

Reaching out again, he captured him from the air, gripping his throat like catching a small chicken.

"You were clearly bewitched by my mirage Qi just now, how can you be completely fine?"

Seeing Chen Hang's indifferent expression, Yan Jia struggled and shouted unwillingly: "You tricked me?!"

"The Blood River Cart Treasure Wheel, I've long heard of its great name; I didn't expect to run into it here... If it weren't for it, why would I play these games with you."

Chen Hang smiled faintly, his five fingers gently exerting force, and he pinched Yan Jia to death.

This series of actions was as swift as a rabbit rising and a falcon falling, incomparably fast.

Yan Ping and the others only saw Yan Jia approaching with a full face of smiles, and the next instant, he was abruptly severed of his four limbs, falling from mid-air, and landing in Chen Hang's hands.

And upon seeing Chen Hang move his lips slightly, he crushed Yan Jia to death with a single grasp.

This extremely bloody and savage scene left everyone with an indescribable feeling in their hearts.

"It seems he cannot be defeated by force! Forget about borrowing ghosts to kill him, everyone attack together! Work together to kill him!"

Yan Ping gritted his teeth and shouted, activating the Bai Lu Dharma Sword at his waist, rolling up a gust of yin wind and murky fog, and slashed sharply toward Chen Hang's head!

The Yan clan members around him also each employed their own methods; for a time, colorful flames erupted, Daoist arts were fired together, and talisman artifacts swept the air.

Chen Hang only glanced at it slightly, pointed his hand at the Green Law Sword, and drove it with his mind; the flying sword broke through the air several times, blocking all the incoming attacks, like an iron bucket, not even a drop of water could get in.

Bang!

Cold light shone in the air.

After a few rounds of collisions, the Yan clan members were shocked, and Yan Ping's face was even uglier.

The Bai Lu Dharma Sword he wielded was the sword Yan Zhen had carried during her lifetime; its rank was not low, and it could be considered excellent among mid-grade talisman artifacts.

But the Green Law Sword in Chen Hang's hand actually had a rank even higher than the Bai Lu Dharma Sword.

In the previous clash, the Bai Lu Dharma Sword actually leaked dots of spiritual light and emitted a mournful sound.

"Where did this mud-legged brat get such terrifying Embryonic Breathing, and where did he get this superior flying sword?!"

After hurriedly summoning the Bai Lu Dharma Sword back, Yan Ping could not even care about the heartache before he saw a scene that almost scared his soul away.

"You... what evil art have you practiced? Can you still be considered human?"

Yan Ping retreated a few steps in shock:

"No! You are definitely not Chen Hang! Even if that cowardly fool had such divine powers, he would never have such guts! What kind of yin ghost or evil spirit has possessed his body?!"

He stared fixedly ahead, bloodshot eyes suddenly bulging.

Not far away, he saw Chen Hang pressing his hand on the crown of the dead Yan Jia, and the remaining wisps of true Qi slowly drilled from Yan Jia's corpse into his body.

After several dozen breaths, he faintly let go, and at this time, Yan Jia's corpse was already skin and bones, not looking like it had in life at all.

"True Qi... with my current Embryonic Breathing volume, absorbing the remaining true Qi in a Foundation Establishment true cultivator's body is not a difficult task."

Chen Hang felt as if a hot spring was rippling in his chest and abdomen, making his mind feel refreshed and clear.

He took a white handkerchief from his sleeve, carefully wiped the dust from his palms and fingers, and lowered his head with a slight smile.

After a cultivator dies, their spiritual breath instantly returns to the universe; what remains in the body is only a small amount.

This state, he had already verified on Tong Gaolu of the Rong State.

However, Yan Jia was, after all, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and his volume was far from what Tong Gaolu could compare to; even the remaining true Qi made Chen Hang feel a slight improvement.

"I know well that this method cannot be easily shown to others; I cannot leave any living person who has seen this scene, otherwise, once it leaks, it will attract the shouting and killing of some Profound Sect people...

In the Huaiwu Cave, I killed many people, several Foundation Establishment cultivators, and I endured again and again, not using it."

Chen Hang looked at the Yan clan members who were facing a great enemy and said softly:

"Now, in this place without sun or moon, I can finally let go and have a big fight."

"Chen Hang! You abuse evil arts... don't you, don't you fear the punishment of heaven?!"

Seeing him looking over with a smile, the group of people actually retreated a step subconsciously.

A Yan clan member with dark gold skin said fiercely, shouting loudly.

"Evil arts? Compared to this Blood River Cart Treasure Wheel of this person, what kind of evil art is mine?"

Chen Hang beckoned with his hand, retrieved the Green Law Sword dancing in the air into his sleeve, and slowly took a step forward.

"Also, thank you all for using your lives to help me achieve the Dao; this poor Daoist is obliged."

He bowed slightly, smiled, and with his Embryonic Breathing combined, he exerted his full strength to activate the Innate Great Sun Divine Light, using this superior Daoist art that he was the only one to master and that also possessed the most killing power!

In an instant, only a vibration was heard in mid-air, as if a heaven and earth furnace had overflowed and exploded!

From behind him flew a screen of golden fire light, vast and mighty, layer upon layer shaking the void until it exploded, as if a sun had fallen from the center of the mysterious dome, with a momentum of sweeping and extinguishing, annihilating everything, dazzling to the extreme, reflecting everything within miles in red!

In the blink of an eye, the obstruction methods hurriedly fired by the Yan clan members were easily swept away like sand.

One figure after another seemed to be made of paper, easily swept and burned through.

The miserable shrieks had just begun to sound when they suddenly ceased...

After half a cup of tea.

Chen Hang swept away the relics and corpse true Qi of the Yan clan members, and after recovering the remaining Embryonic Breathing in his body.

Without lingering, he simply soared into the air and chased in the direction Yan Ping had fled.

This person had already been struck in the body by the Innate Great Sun Divine Light; even if he had used several protective mystic artifacts to escape with his life, the flame essence had entered his body, and he certainly had no more than a few months to live.

But not seeing Yan Ping truly die by his own hand left Chen Hang feeling uneasy.

Soon.

Three days passed.

After a period of chasing and fleeing, Chen Hang no longer knew how deep he had penetrated into the Earth Abyss, having drilled into several deep cavernous abysses.

Finally, he slowly halted his light at a small hill covered in grave mounds and looked forward.

Far away, Yan Ping was bound like a dead pig on a butcher's block, his four limbs all removed and nailed to iron hooks.

And around him, it was bustling with people coming and going, as if at a village market.