Chapter 130: Taisu Jade Body, Lou Fu

It was still the same miserable scene with whistling Yin winds.

Before long, Chen Hang stopped in front of a ghost village and lowered his cloud head.

The village market was still bustling, with people carrying poles, weaving mats, selling flowers, blowing sugar... all kinds of things, shoulder to shoulder.

On the meat counter a few zhang away, several cultivators were tied up again, their limbs all bloodily removed, their Qi completely gone. It was clear that after being seriously injured, they could not withstand the erosion of the turbid Yin, their brain spirits were damaged, and they were dead beyond dead.

The bare-chested butcher ghost standing behind the meat counter had its eyeballs turning green with hunger, and foul-smelling saliva flowed down like a waterfall, unable to stop.

But even so,

facing the flesh and food close at hand, it didn't know why it forcibly endured it.

He only lowered his head and rubbed his two hands together incessantly, muttering to himself, and did not stop even when the white bones were exposed between his palms and fingers.

Chen Hang looked at this group of turbid ghosts with no spiritual wisdom, like puppets on strings, chuckled in his heart, took a few steps forward, and walked into them.

In an instant, a chilling Yin Qi wrapped around his body.

For a moment, the turbid ghosts, who were originally ignorant and like wooden puppets, all became vivid for a moment, turning their heads and glaring.

But seeing that Chen Hang also had the aura of a ghost, they quickly shrank back and turned back to their self-satisfied appearance.

Seeing this, Chen Hang slowly took out a small gilded copper bell from his Qiankun bag and shook it slightly.

It was not a crisp, clear sound.

The bead inside the bell hit the uneven bell wall and rolled over, making a sound like a chicken crowing, and also like a woman's sharp crying.

The strange melody played, and it instantly resounded through the entire ghost village.

And the first to bear the brunt was this group of turbid ghosts at the village market.

The ghosts turned their heads stiffly in unison, their expressions distorted, as if crying and laughing.

Chen Hang did not stop and shook the copper bell again.

Finally, after three sounds, with a painful roar, the bare-chested butcher by the meat counter was the first to kneel and fall to the ground.

Scattered.

Then, more ghost-things kowtowed forcefully.

Until a few breaths later,

there was no one left standing...

"Lord Lord Shanhu Duke."

Chen Hang heard the shouts of this group of turbid ghosts in unison.

He smiled slightly and put the copper bell back into his sleeve.

This bell was called the Soul-Commanding Bell.

According to Song Rupu's words, spirit ghosts like Miss Yue used a secret technique not belonging to the Ghost Dao to control this group of turbid ghosts with no spiritual wisdom.

They needed to first refine the flesh and blood of living people in a furnace with gentle fire, brand them with curse characters, and refine them into medicine people, and then throw the medicine people out as bait for this group of turbid ghosts to eat.

And turbid ghosts had not yet opened their spiritual wisdom; how could they recognize the hidden calculations? Naturally, they took all comers.

In the blink of an eye, they were snatched clean.

Every time a turbid ghost ate a carefully refined medicine person, the curse power in its body was like adding a piece of firewood to a hot cauldron, becoming even more boiling.

Often, after eating only twenty or thirty medicine people, these turbid ghosts would be controlled by the curse power accumulated in their bodies, becoming puppets on strings, only obeying orders.

The Soul-Commanding Bell in Chen Hang's hand was the key hub for driving the turbid ghosts.

As long as this object was attached with a little spiritual energy, it could be controlled freely, not limited to the ghost power of the Nether Ghost Dao, or the True Qi or Embryonic Breathing of the orthodox Immortal Dao.

If one were to investigate, this was actually a left-handed method that Lord Lord Shanhu Duke obtained from somewhere, not a proper Nether Ghost technique. It was widely circulated, and its reputation was also great.

After listening to this secret story from Song Rupu, Chen Hang searched the belongings left behind by Miss Yue and Ziying, and sure enough, he found this object.

Miss Yue refined the Soul-Commanding Bell to control turbid ghosts with the intention of organizing them into an army and refining them into ghost soldiers and ghost generals to protect the Dao, to be used for fighting and killing.

As for searching for fresh human flesh and blood to provide to Ziying and others to take to the mansion, it was just incidental.

But Chen Hang had no intention of controlling this group of ghost soldiers.

Rather than relying on external forces, and needing to provide medicine people's flesh and blood every month to stabilize the curse power, it was an external force that could not be seen in public.

It was better to turn it into cultivation resources to nourish himself!

"Commit suicide."

He said softly to a turbid ghost dressed as a peddler who was bowing to the ground.

The turbid ghost struggled for a few breaths, its thin, long body trembling like chaff.

Finally, it slowly stretched out its arms, hugged its head, and twisted it with all its might like a spinning top!

With a cavity of filthy blood spraying several zhang high,

the ghost's body suddenly stiffened and died.

Pfft—

A stream of spiritual energy as thick as a child's arm floated out from it. Chen Hang waved his long sleeve and took it into his own acupoints, rolling back and forth. For a moment, besides the cold, there was some comfort, as if soaking in a clear mountain spring.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on refining it, assisted by the Static-Dynamic Thunder Sound Guidance Technique. After a long while, he patted his hand and sighed with a smile.

Although turbid ghosts were ignorant in wisdom, they were a world apart from spirit ghosts. However, because their nature of "turbid origin" had not yet been divided, they were blessed by misfortune, empty and natural, changing with the situation, with Yin and Yang natures left to their own devices.

Generally speaking, they were actually more profound than spirit ghosts that had opened their spiritual wisdom.

Otherwise, Miss Yue would not have left the spirit ghosts in the mansion unused, but instead racked her brains, with both medicine people and the Soul-Commanding Bell, calculating in every way, just to refine a group of turbid ghost soldiers that she could command like an arm.

And Chen Hang would not have been so cautious when chasing Yan Ping here, using the Joy Fan to probe and the Scattered Scene Concealment Technique to collect his aura.

If he had rushed in directly, and this group of turbid ghosts had swarmed up, even he would not have been able to handle it, and would have ended up in a sorry state.

The spiritual energy of just that one turbid ghost was enough to equal fifty talisman coins, surpassing the spiritual energy of nearly eighty percent of the ghosts he had swallowed today!

Compared to Miss Yue,

it was only a notch lower!

And in this ghost village, there were more than a hundred turbid ghosts controlled by the Soul-Commanding Bell.

Thinking about it this way, this Earth Abyss was truly a blessed land for cultivation for Chen Hang...

He followed suit, and another turbid ghost chose to commit suicide after a few moments of hesitation.

The third.

The fourth.

The fifth...

Until the end.

The endless spiritual energy was like a dam breaking, pouring into his body rumblingly without stopping for a moment.

And after an unknown amount of time, Chen Hang finally felt the bloating sensation spreading from his acupoints.

He operated the Taisu Jade Body mystic technique, subconsciously gave a low shout, as if operating a thunder sound, vibrating from the inside out, washing his blood, viscera, skin, membranes, and pores like electric light!

In an instant,

his soul shook violently.

He saw a brilliant jade light shoot out from his crown, towering and high, illuminating the void as if it were clean and pure like glaze, dazzling and unstained by dust.

Taisu Jade Body — Sixth Layer of the Mystic Realm!

At this moment,

Chen Hang concentrated and discerned that he could feel his body becoming much lighter, as if with a single thought, even without using any Dao arts with Embryonic Breathing, he could fly and dance at any time, like a nimble falling feather.

Essence, Qi, and Spirit were all complete.

Muscles, bones, and viscera all possessed an indescribable ease.

He carefully experienced this transformation of his physical body once more before retracting the jade light and extinguishing all the external manifestations on his body.

At this time,

only that bare-chested butcher ghost remained in the village market.

Chen Hang sent a thought of suicide to it.

But the butcher ghost hesitated for a few breaths and then froze in place, motionless.

The group of ghost soldiers refined by Miss Yue was only barely usable, not reaching the level of being handy, otherwise they would not have been placed here to be slowly cultivated.

Instead, they would have been dispatched to the mansion to guard her closely.

It was common for them not to obey orders.

During the process of absorbing spiritual energy just now, Chen Hang had encountered more than three or five of them.

He urged it a few more times.

And this time, the butcher turbid ghost actually let out a roar from its throat, and after its empty eyeballs turned a few times, it leaped up like a jackal, tearing at Chen Hang's throat with both palms!

"It seems this group of ghost soldiers is still not refined well... fierce and hard to tame."

Seeing this, Chen Hang smiled and didn't use any Dao arts, just flicked his hand lightly. Immediately, a boundless force was emitted, like a mountain collapsing with a rumbling sound.

In an instant, the butcher ghost flew backward faster than it came, like an arrow off a string, blood flowing from its mouth and nose, falling until its bones were soft and its muscles were crisp...

The Taisu Jade Body had three great realms: Mystic, Origin, and Initial, each with nine layers.

The Sixth Layer of the Mystic Realm's Taisu Jade Body was already enough that even Foundation Establishment True Cultivators in the world would find it hard to find an opponent they could fight.

His current fleshly body, even if he stood still without moving, ordinary Foundation Establishment True Cultivators would find it hard to damage his skin, membranes, or bones even if they used all their strength.

Only such a great supernatural power of the world—

could be recorded in the Earth Palace Golden Chapter!

It was truly the proud work of the Immortal Dao giant Taisu Zhangren!

Without waiting for the butcher ghost to struggle to climb up, Chen Hang walked like a dragon and a tiger, instantly crossing the heavy distance, his five fingers spreading out at will, slapping down like a cloud covering his head.

"Yi ya ya ah ah!"

At the critical moment of life and death,

the butcher ghost let out a strange cry, subconsciously spraying a mouthful of filthy turbid Qi from its mouth and nose to protect its head, but it was scattered by the rolling wind carried in the palm, dispersing into nothingness.

Boom!

A palm pressed down fiercely, and the butcher ghost's body seemed to be three inches shorter for no reason. The ground exploded with countless fine dents, raging into the distance.

A thunder sound seemed to suddenly erupt on the flat ground, the macro sound deafening!

Seeing it spraying filthy blood from its ears and nose, Chen Hang flicked his sleeve and pressed down with another palm.

This time, with a rumble, the butcher ghost's body collapsed like quicksand, suddenly exploding. A stream of spiritual energy was taken out, and Chen Hang opened his mouth and sucked it into his belly.

The mystic technique operated, and it was all absorbed by the Taisu Jade Body like a long whale sucking water, without leaving a bit.

It was just that this time there was no bloating of the body.

Even the satisfaction was just a slight trace.

He had already broken through to the Sixth Layer of the Mystic Realm just now, and if he wanted to advance again and achieve the Seventh Layer of the Mystic Realm,

the spiritual energy required would undoubtedly be a truly massive amount...

"There are countless ghosts in the Earth Abyss. Since I cannot easily establish a foundation, I will simply raise this supernatural power to a realm where it cannot be raised further!

The Sixth Layer of the Mystic Realm is enough to dominate in Foundation Establishment, and at the Ninth Layer of the Mystic Realm, even against high-ranking experts of the Purple Palace realm, it would be hard to damage this precious body!

By that time, I will have some confidence to protect my Dao and save my life!"

Chen Hang's thoughts turned, and he soon made up his mind, flicked his long sleeve, and strode toward the depths of the village.

With the Soul-Commanding Bell, these turbid ghosts who had eaten medicine people were somewhat restricted, which was equivalent to having their fierce flames cut by thirty percent for nothing.

And after Miss Yue obtained that left-handed technique of refining turbid ghosts into ghost soldiers from Lord Lord Shanhu Duke, she performed the technique even more desperately, expanding the crowd.

There were still two places like this ghost village for cultivating ghost soldiers, both not far from the mansion.

If they were all swallowed,

who knows, perhaps half of the spiritual energy required for the Seventh Layer of the Mystic Realm could be filled.

A smile appeared on his face.

Within his gaze, just a hundred steps away,

there was a red-clothed female ghost with a graceful figure and hairpins, pacing back and forth in a small circle, her eyes empty, as if she had drawn a prison for herself.

At this moment,

the female ghost suddenly raised her head, meeting the coldness in Chen Hang's eyes.

Three days passed in a flash.

By the side of a turbid yellow Yin water, black clouds raged and rolled away, and the sticky, fishy, and sweet water vapor was just blowing in his face.

Chen Hang dodged the blood smoke sprayed at him, letting it erode the giant rock behind him until it hissed, as if it were as fast as thunder.

With a single operation of Embryonic Breathing, he reached out his hand, and a piece of Innate Great Sun Divine Light swept across like a long dragon, brushing the ghosts within ten zhang in front of him until their bones rotted and their skin opened. Afterward, it coiled and twisted, completely smashing the ghosts to pieces!

He opened his mouth and sucked, and more than ten streams of spiritual energy, like tired birds returning to the forest, entered his body, nourishing the Taisu Jade Body.

At this moment, the Yin water bank, which was originally bustling with ghosts, only had the sound of water sobbing.

After emitting the Innate Great Sun Divine Light, the air temperature seemed to have risen quite a bit, and one could even faintly see some dark red sparks that did not extinguish for a long time.

"Even the Innate Great Sun Divine Light at the minor completion realm is like this. If it reaches medium completion or great completion, and is catalyzed by True Qi, who knows, it might really have the power to burn mountains and boil the sea."

Chen Hang was very satisfied with this top-tier Dao art that he was the only one to master. Excluding the Taisu Jade Body, this was his strongest killing technique today.

It was just that this top-tier Dao art was quite difficult to practice. Even after countless trials in the One True Dharma Realm, he still could not coordinate his divine intent, thoughts, and harmony.

It was still a line away from the medium completion realm...

At this time,

his expression moved, and he suddenly turned his eyes to the northwest. With his fleshly body cultivation, he felt an extremely sharp smell that was tearing the atmosphere.

And sure enough,

after dozens of breaths, a pure sword light flew over, like a streak of silk, with a fierce and sharp momentum, instantly traversing dozens of zhang of void, brushing past Chen Hang's ear, and almost splitting the not-so-wide Yin river behind him in two!

And after splitting the Yin river, the sword light shrank and instantly escaped far away.

"You are that Chen Hang?"

A figure raised his hand, put away the sword light, and slowly praised:

"You really have some courage, you are one of our kind!" ===== CHAPTER 131 =====