Chapter 105: Soul Extraction and Spirit Refining

"Hehe, this Feihua Market truly lives up to its reputation; to think there are so many treasures here."

Nonghua Fairy giggled, every movement of hers filled with indescribable charm.

"The harvest this time is indeed not bad, but the people in this market aren't all from the Hehuan Sect. If we kill them, will there be any future trouble?"

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist, you really think too highly of those small fry. Aside from the Hehuan Sect, these small sect forces aren't even worth mentioning. If they're killed, they're killed; do you really think these fellows would dare to seek revenge on us?"

"Besides, this palace doesn't want to kill the innocent so wantonly, but there are over ten thousand cultivators on Feihua Island. To find the people from the Hehuan Sect one by one is easier said than done. Since it's so troublesome, it's better to kill them all; that would be cleaner."

Dulong Old Monster couldn't help but nod slightly upon hearing this; what this woman said did have some logic to it.

Just at this moment, Su Zhangqing had already snuck into the depths of Feihua Island, and while at it, rescued some sect practitioners, then spread the rumors he had fabricated.

He informed them that the goal of the Hidden Corpse Sect and the Soul Refining Sect was not just the Joyous Union Sect, but that they intended to wipe out all forces in one fell swoop, leaving none behind.

If it were any other time, cultivators from other sects certainly wouldn't believe it, but at this moment, they had just barely escaped with their lives from the hands of the enemy, so they naturally hated these people to the extreme and didn't even question the truth of the rumors.

Believing that once these people were out of danger, it wouldn't be long before the rumors would fly everywhere. Of course, relying on this alone, those sect families still wouldn't dare to tie their own sects to the big ship that was the Hehuan Sect; after all, the enemy's strength was simply too great.

However, after Su Zhangqing's plan, this was merely the first step. Next, he had other means. Li Long was a Golden Core Initial Stage practitioner of the Hidden Corpse Sect, holding the position of Outer Sect Elder within the sect.

Although his strength at the Golden Core stage was not weak, within the Hidden Corpse Sect, where experts were as numerous as clouds, he couldn't even be ranked.

Now that Feihua Market had been breached, there wasn't a single high-level cultivator left above; aside from a limited number of sect families, Golden Core cultivators were few and far between.

At this moment, Li Long appeared in the void, his face full of smugness.

Just a moment ago, he had just slaughtered several practitioners, one of whom was actually the young master of some small sect, and there were quite a few treasures in his Storage Bag; it could be considered a small windfall.

Li Long released his divine sense. After all, he was a Golden Core stage practitioner, so covering a hundred miles with his divine sense was no problem, and he soon discovered several new targets.

"Hehe, meeting this old man, consider yourselves unlucky."

After Li Long gave a ferocious laugh, a stream of light flickered around his body, but just at this moment, a cold voice entered his ears.

"Hmph, that there are such rats among Golden Core cultivators is truly laughable."

"Who?"

Li Long was slightly stunned, then his expression suddenly changed wildly. Although his spells and divine abilities were weak, his experience was very rich. Without a word, he raised both hands, and a yellow-brown shield appeared in his hands.

Hum! Accompanied by a loud humming sound, a Dharma technique was cast upon it, and a shield of entirely yellow-brown color was sacrificed by him, transforming into a size of about a zhang, circling around his body incessantly.

After doing all this, Li Long finally breathed a sigh of relief. This Xuanhuang Shield was something he had spent a great deal of effort to obtain, and even a full-force strike from a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator could be easily blocked by it without any problem.

After all, he knew his own situation; his strength among his peers was too strong, so he had racked his brains and spent most of his savings to buy a powerful defensive Dharma Treasure.

"If you have the ability, come out and fight this old man for three hundred rounds! What's the point of sneaking around?"

Li Long shouted suddenly.

"Hmph, this seat is not sneaking around; it is just that your strength is too weak."

Just at this moment, an extremely calm voice rang out. At a distance of ten or so zhang from Li Long, after a stream of light flickered, a figure appeared before his eyes.

"Boom..."

The next instant, an overwhelming pressure descended from the void above.

"Mid-stage Golden Core? Who are you?"

Li Long's expression changed wildly, his face pale to the extreme.

"Who I am—what is there to say to a dead man?"

Su Zhangqing's expression was extremely indifferent. As he raised his right hand, dozens of sword beams shot out. Those sword beams flickered and transformed into a rain of swords that descended. "Swift!"

Su Zhangqing pointed a finger, and those sword beams, flashing with five-colored light, flew toward the opponent from all directions like a sudden storm.

"Not good!"

Seeing such a scene, Li Long's expression changed wildly, but his reaction was also extremely swift, and a ferocious look flashed across his face.

"Pfft!"

The next instant, Li Long opened his mouth and spat out several mouthfuls of purple-red essence blood. After this mass of essence blood flickered, it went directly into the shield. The light screen immediately gained an extra layer of bright blood-red color, and the power of the shield also surged accordingly.

However, Su Zhangqing's expression did not change in the slightest, and the sword beams slashed fiercely toward the opponent's protective barrier.

"Pfft..."

In the void, a sound of tearing through the air rang out. This light screen was like paper, and it was slashed open directly.

Then the sword light slashed onto the shield. This treasure was not an ordinary object after all; the sword light was slowed slightly and did not manage to slash through the shield.

"Oh?"

Seeing this, Su Zhangqing's brows couldn't help but furrow slightly. Then, as he raised his right hand, the Qingfeng Sword appeared in his hand, transformed into a beam of sword light.

Accompanied by the sound of a sword ringing, it transformed into a size of about a zhang, and with a flicker, it slashed fiercely onto the opponent's shield.

"Crack..."

However, at this moment, there was not the slightest suspense. Only a mournful sound was heard, and this shield flickered with light before finally exploding with a 'boom', turning into fragments that scattered in all directions.

And the power of the Qingfeng Sword did not diminish in the slightest, continuing to slash toward Li Long.

"Not good!"

Li Long was shocked and terrified. With nowhere to hide, after a flash of light, he turned into a rain of blood that scattered in all directions.

"Whoosh!"

Just at this moment, within the blood mist, a stream of light shot out. Inside that stream of light, a phantom-like little person could be seen flickering.

"Hmph, wanting to escape? Wishful thinking!"

Although the opponent's reaction speed was somewhat unexpected, Su Zhangqing's combat experience was rich to the extreme. He flashed his body, deployed the Fanu Escape Technique, and blocked directly in front of the enemy.

"Swift..."

The next instant, Su Zhangqing raised his hand, and a stream of light shot out. After that stream of light flickered, it transformed into a large hand of about a zhang in size, and with a flash of light, it grabbed fiercely toward the opponent's soul.

"Not good!"

The little person's face was full of fear, but at this moment, wanting to escape was simply a pipe dream. With a flicker of light, the little person was captured in his hand.

Su Zhangqing saw this, a look of satisfaction flashed across his face, and without a word, he raised his right hand, placed it directly upon the divine soul, and immediately cast the Soul-Searching Technique.

After a full cup of tea's time had passed, Su Zhangqing finally raised his head, and with a wave of his right hand, a palm-sized black small flag appeared in Su Zhangqing's hand.

This small flag was nothing else; needless to say, it was the Twelve Dutian Demon Flags.

"Whoosh..."

On this black small flag, flowing light flickered and demonic wind whistled, as demonic Qi transformed into strands of black thread that directly wrapped around the divine soul, and following a flicker of light, the divine soul of Li Long was directly devoured by the Twelve Dutian Demon Flags.

(End of this chapter)