Chapter 129: Yan Zhen, False Core

A thick, fishy, and foul smell rushed into his nose. On the ground, which was already covered in black, dried blood clots, one could still see several deep knife and axe marks.

The cold wind whistled, and strange fog lingered.

The pots, bowls, and ladles in the kitchen all emitted a foul, fishy smell...

Chen Hang looked over. Several turbid yellow curtains dragging on the ground divided the cramped kitchen into pieces.

The sound of him breaking in caused the few people behind the curtains to tremble. They peeked out, and among them was Yu Wanchou, who had lost both her arms.

"Chen Chen Shidi?"

As soon as Yu Wanchou saw his face, she almost cried with joy, her voice suddenly becoming sharp:

"You succeeded! You succeeded! You really succeeded! Are those ghosts dead?"

"Senior Sister, you've waited a long time. Everything is fine now."

Chen Hang wiped his hand, shattering the ropes on her body from a distance, and then followed suit, untying the ropes on the other sect cultivators.

These people were reserved as "martial food" for the wedding banquet, which was specifically for Miss Yue to swallow alive and taste the fresh flesh and blood.

That was why they were fed until now, temporarily saving their lives.

Now that they had finally escaped with their lives, with mixed feelings, besides bowing and thanking Chen Hang repeatedly, they could only cover their faces with their sleeves and weep.

For a moment,

the wailing shook the sky, and the sad sounds did not cease for a long time.

Yu Wanchou recalled the past and could not help herself. After shedding a few tears, she forcibly suppressed the grief in her heart and calmed down.

At this moment, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a black shadow wriggling and struggling in the leftmost curtain.

Recalling the identity of that black shadow and the grievances between him and Chen Hang,

and then the "Floating Jade Mirage Pearl" in Chen Hang's hand that originally belonged to Yan Jia...

Yu Wanchou suddenly understood, a look of realization appearing in her eyes.

She persuaded her companions, who were still crying and didn't understand, to go outside, and she herself remained silent, withdrew her expression, and retreated.

With a "pop" sound,

the human oil lamp on the stove suddenly exploded!

In this lonely silence, it sounded particularly harsh, with a different kind of shock...

"You still came to kill me in the end? The one thing I regret most in my life is that three years ago, when I first saw you, I happened to suppress my killing intent..."

Inside the leftmost curtain,

the black shadow coughed twice and said with a miserable laugh:

"Those things of yours should have all been mine! You stole everything from me, Chen Hang, you are a thief! You deserve to die!"

"So there was actually someone fighting and grabbing, wanting to be a face-man?"

Chen Hang's expression was calm as he raised his eyes and walked over, saying:

"Yan Ping, truly the world is vast, what wonders are there not."

He looked down.

Inside that curtain, there was only a "human stick" wriggling and struggling. His limbs were all severed, and the wounds were miserable, truly shocking to the eye.

Yan Ping raised his head, staring fixedly at Chen Hang, laughing angrily:

"Do you think it's a humiliation? To be Zhen'er's face-man, to be with her day and night, how fortunate! These should have all been mine! You stole my things, yet you dare to speak shamelessly here?"

"You deserve to die! You deserve to die! You deserve to die!!!"

That face, which could originally have been considered handsome, was now hideously distorted, resembling an evil ghost.

Chen Hang came here to take his life and cut the weeds and dig up the roots, so naturally, he was too lazy to talk to him more. He raised his hand, and a layer of white light appeared between his palms.

"Wait, before you kill me, I still have one thing to say!"

Seeing this, Yan Ping hurriedly shouted: "Listen to me finish, it won't be too late to kill me then!"

"Only now do you think of begging for mercy? I'm afraid it's a bit late. To this day, do you still want to bring out Yan Feichen to suppress me?"

Chen Hang smiled.

"Fourteenth Clan Uncle, Yan Feichen..."

Yan Ping said coldly: "When he was talking to you, did he not tell you?"

Chen Hang said nothing, his expression calm.

Yan Ping shook his head mockingly:

"It seems he didn't? How funny! Let me tell you! The elixir your widowed mother took back then was swapped. It was Yan Feichen who ordered me to swap it halfway, understand!"

"The elixir Zhen'er sought for you was truly beneficial to the primordial essence! It could have extended the life of your widowed mother, that kind of ordinary old woman!"

"She treated you with sincerity! It was me, it was me and Yan Feichen who killed your widowed mother, understand?!"

In the final analysis,

the deepest knot between the predecessor and Yan Zhen was the death of the predecessor's widowed mother due to taking the elixir.

All the disharmony between the two could not be separated from this.

"Think about how Zhen'er treated you usually? She loved you, loved you to death! If she was just coveting your skin, how could you still have kept your primordial Yang until now?"

"Even if it was because of the mystic arts she practiced, can you dare to assert that there wasn't a shred of sincerity from her in this?"

Yan Ping laughed wildly, like a madman:

"Did Zhen'er ever tell you, tell you more than once? That she didn't give you poison, she gave you true elixir! The elixir was secretly swapped by someone, but that's not right either!"

Chen Hang glanced at him, pondered for a moment, nodded slightly, and said:

"Indeed."

"Hahahaha! That's how it is, that's how it is! It's just that you never believed her, only thinking that Zhen'er was deliberately teasing you, deliberately touching your reverse scale! Did you argue repeatedly for this?"

Yan Ping's eyes were red, almost laughing out tears, and he said:

"But now the person is gone, everything is too late, what are you going to do?"

The corners of his mouth widened, his smile extremely comfortable and happy, staring fixedly at Chen Hang's face, hoping to see a trace of emotion or trance on it.

But as he laughed,

Yan Ping's voice gradually lowered.

Until finally, there was no sound at all...

After a while,

he trembled and said:

"Why—"

"What am I going to do? Yan Ping, do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"

Chen Hang shook his head, sighed slightly, and said:

"You think this kind of rhetoric can make me regret, leaving a crack in my Dao heart, delaying my cultivation."

"When the inner demon arrives in the future, this empty door will become my death knot, is that it?"

Yan Ping's expression stiffened when his thoughts were spoken, and he said angrily: "You—"

"Death is like a lamp going out. Whether that elixir was true or false, in my eyes now, it is not as heart-wrenching as you think. As for Yan Zhen, let alone that she is already dead..."

"Even if she were resurrected, what could she do?"

Chen Hang interrupted him, looking down at Yan Ping's red and white face, his voice calm:

"As long as she blocks my path, there is no need for Xu Si to act on my behalf; I will kill her myself!"

Although these words were calm, like a flat lake without ripples,

they actually contained a boundless killing intent!

As if to smash everything blocking his path to pieces!

A chilling coldness rose in Yan Ping's heart, followed by shame, unwillingness, terror, and sorrow all surging up! The reason he had been lingering in the human pens until now, without ending his own life, was that he had calculated that Chen Hang would not easily let him go, so he could say these words to him.

Now that all his calculations were in vain, he only felt that he had lived like a joke!

After a roar, he acted like a madman, slamming his head toward Chen Hang!

Chen Hang shook his head and flicked his hand. Immediately, the Embryonic Breathing turned into a streak of white light and flew out, instantly shattering Yan Ping's head, killing him on the spot.

Watching that headless corpse tremble twice on the ground, it lost its breath and stopped moving.

Even the flesh was rolled up by the Yin Qi, bit by bit stiffening and turning black, cracking like broken charcoal, completely dead and soul-extinguished.

Chen Hang then slowly withdrew his gaze and walked out the door.

In the distance,

Yu Wanchou and several Xuanzhen Sect cultivators were standing in the corridor, lowering their eyebrows and remaining silent, shivering from the cold of the thick Yin Qi in the Earth Abyss.

Seeing that Chen Hang had finished, they did not dare to be negligent, hurriedly greeting him and bowing.

"It was just a small effort, you all are too polite."

Chen Hang looked at the miserable state of these cultivators, some with broken feet, some without hands, all looking listless, and sighed:

"The Yin Qi in the Earth Abyss is heavy. I have prepared some Yang-attribute pills, please take them."

"Chen Chen Shidi, justice is in the hearts of the people regarding Yan Ping's matter. He was angry at you because of his infatuation with Yan Zhen. Even if he died, it cannot be blamed on others. And those Yan family members also sought their own deaths."

Yu Wanchou, who was in the lead, was not in a hurry to respond, but first said solemnly:

"We will definitely keep our mouths shut and never leak a word. If we violate this, may we be destroyed by heaven and earth, our souls extinguished!"

After the words fell, the Xuanzhen Sect cultivators also hurriedly swore, each holding their breath.

Seeing this, Chen Hang smiled, his expression calm.

Whether this matter was kept secret or not had little impact on him. The dangers of the Earth Abyss did not need to be mentioned; people dying was normal, and Yan Feichen could do nothing about it.

And even if he wanted to pursue accountability, due to family interests, he feared he would have to endure it in his heart.

After all, with the tiger skin of the Flower God Mansion, although it was not yet draped over his body, it was enough to make Yan Feichen hesitate.

"As for the Yang-attribute pills, this..."

Yu Wanchou bit her lip, and after a long while, she smiled bitterly and said slowly:

"Chen Chen Shidi, after discussing it just now, we have decided to abandon these broken bodies and switch to the Nether Ghost Dao, so we no longer need any Yang-attribute pills."

Chen Hang was slightly startled and said: "Have you all thought it through?"

Yu Wanchou said sadly: "With incomplete limbs and decaying bodies, it is destined that there is no hope of advancing on the orthodox Immortal Dao. Rather than being a cripple and barely surviving, it is better to take a risk and break into the Nether Ghost Dao. Who knows, perhaps there will be a new world?"

In the cultivation of the orthodox Immortal Dao, the fleshly body and limbs have the reputation of being a "treasure raft to cross the world," and cannot be easily damaged, otherwise there is no hope for the Great Dao.

Especially below the Jin Dan realm, this point is even more significant.

Let alone having limbs destroyed, even if limbs are congenitally incomplete, one will lose that crucial "innate supreme divine nature," making cultivation extremely difficult.

No matter how hard one works, it is at most a lower-three-grade Jin Dan, with no hope for the Primordial Spirit in this life.

If the broken hands and feet of Yu Wanchou and the others still existed and had not rotted away, perhaps they could use precious medicine to reconnect them, regrow the broken limbs, and slowly nurture that "innate supreme divine nature," still having a chance to achieve the Dao.

But their broken limbs were swallowed and chewed by ghosts, long ago turning into a pool of blood. How could they be reconnected?

At this moment,

Yu Wanchou raised her head and looked deeply, saying: "Chen Chen Shidi, even if we switch to the Nether Ghost Dao, we are still walking the path of Jing cultivators. We will never forget our past human bodies!"

Chen Hang nodded and smiled warmly:

"The Earth Abyss is thick with turbid Yin, which is indeed a blessed land for ghosts to cultivate. Since you have made up your minds, I will not persuade you more. I only wish you a smooth Dao path and eternal immortal blessings."

Yu Wanchou and the others bowed to thank him, looked at each other, and supported each other as they walked into a house.

The door closed, and as they began to perform the technique to transform their forms, a violent wind suddenly blew, rumbling loudly.

Within three zhang of that house, cyclones danced, vibrating the eardrums, and Yin currents raged.

Chen Hang stood by and watched with his hands behind his back.

After half a stick of incense, with a muffled sound, several blurry, faint ghost shadows slowly floated out from the house where Yu Wanchou and the others were in seclusion.

Looking at their brows and faces, they were indeed Yu Wanchou and the others.

"Chen Chen Shidi, great kindness needs no thanks. Today we are freed from the sea of suffering, and in the future, there will surely be a great reward!"

Yu Wanchou's voice was faint, as if coming from behind layers of curtains:

"Our Qiankun bags have all been confiscated by the ghosts and are hidden in this mansion. Chen Chen Shidi, please take them; it is just a token of our appreciation!"

After saying this,

she looked infinitely longingly at the stiff, motionless bodies below.

Covering her face with her hand, she sighed and instantly turned into a rolling black smoke and left.

The others, after greeting Chen Hang, also followed and left.

"Nether Ghost Dao..."

Chen Hang's gaze flickered slightly.

And at this moment,

Song Rupu also brought the nearly one thousand people from the human pens to the main hall. They were miserable, and looking at them, everyone was covered in blood and flesh, making it unbearable to look at.

Chen Hang asked, and except for a few cultivators who still had clear consciousness, the rest were all foolish and had damaged their spirits.

"Elder brother, don't worry. The technique created by the senior is very simple, just a sixteen-character formula! As long as you recite it, you can generate a response."

Seeing Chen Hang silent for a moment, Song Rupu hurriedly stepped forward and smiled apologetically:

"Leave these trivial matters to this little brother! Don't trouble elder brother! Lou Fu has received the message. He will be able to arrive here within five days. I still need to trouble elder brother to wait here for a while."

"Five days is nothing, I can still wait. I'll trouble your honor."

Chen Hang looked at the few cultivators who still had consciousness and said:

"If you brothers have other places to go, feel free to go. But if you want to stay here and wait for Lou Fu together, this Daoist will not stand by and watch you die."

Those people bowed and thanked him repeatedly.

After distributing some Little White Yang Pills for emergencies,

Chen Hang called Song Rupu to the side and asked how spirit ghosts like Ziying could command the turbid ghosts in the village market.

After getting the answer from Song Rupu,

he pondered for a moment and gave him a few more instructions.

Chen Hang then entered a quiet room to meditate and adjust his breath.

About two hours later,

he was full of spirit and glowing.

At this moment,

he gave a clear shout, flew up from the ground, and turned into a pure white escape light, instantly sweeping across the sky and leaving.

... ===== CHAPTER 130 =====