Happy Corpse Looting

"Chu Liang!" Song Qingyi cried out in sorrow.

She rushed to Chu Liang's side, his eyes dim, and was about to cry when she suddenly noticed something was wrong.

Huh?

I can move?

Just as she was wondering, she saw the clear eyes of Chu Liang in front of her suddenly move again, regaining their brilliance.

"Ah..." Chu Liang let out a long sigh and fell to the ground.

That fleeting moment just now was the most dangerous instant of his life so far.

From the moment he was brought into the grass hut by the black robed man and saw the Soul Capturing Array, a bold idea popped into his mind.

Facing a Golden Core Realm demonic cultivator against whom he was completely helpless, it was almost a certain death situation. If the black robed man had directly killed Song Qingyi and Chu Liang, the two of them would have been utterly helpless. But in order to preserve their complete soul power, he chose to directly capture their souls.

Normally, there wouldn't be any difference.

But at this moment, Chu Liang suddenly remembered the reward that had disappointed him before.

Soul Transfer Spell!

If there was still a chance to turn the tables, perhaps... it would depend on it.

So he had been struggling desperately, not in a futile death struggle, but trying to turn his body to shield one hand behind his back, so that taking out the spell jade talisman from the White Pagoda wouldn't be discovered.

It was precisely for this reason that when the black robed man wanted to attack Song Qingyi first, Chu Liang cursed and angered the black robed man, forcing him to capture his soul first.

When the black robed man indeed fell for the trap and cast the soul capturing spell on Chu Liang, Chu Liang also simultaneously activated the white jade talisman.

The jade talisman immediately shattered, and the Soul Transfer Spell instantly took effect.

Chu Liang's soul and the black robed man's soul briefly swapped places.

After entering the black robed man's body, Chu Liang felt his five senses were momentarily stripped away. Then his senses recovered, but his body was still unable to move.

That feeling was like when an arm falls asleep while sleeping; that part of the limb feels like a stranger's when touched. And this feeling now spread throughout his entire body, making him unable to move.

Fortunately, this stiffness only needed to last for three breaths.

At the same time, the black robed man was horrified to find himself inexplicably in Chu Liang's body, but the black light emitted by the Netherworld Book had already fallen on "himself".

His soul didn't even last for three breaths before being captured by the Netherworld Book.

In other words, he died.

With the death of the black robed man, the Soul Piercing Nail condensed by his divine ability naturally dissolved, allowing Song Qingyi to regain her ability to move and rush to Chu Liang's side.

Then, after three breaths, Chu Liang's soul suddenly returned to his original body.

Ending this thrilling Soul Transfer journey.

Thud.

As the black robed man died, the black jade book also fell to the ground, and the black candles in the array were extinguished one after another.

Chu Liang simply stepped forward, picked up the black jade book, and felt a chilling yin energy upon touching it, with a strange tremor in his heart. As expected, the magical artifacts of the Nether King Sect were indeed evil.

He reached out and patted the Black Robed Man's body again, pulling out a dark gold token engraved with the words "Soul Restraining," and several small porcelain bottles that likely sealed various ghosts...

Song Qingyi, with tear stains still on her face, watched his actions, dumbfounded. "You... what are you doing?"

"Looting the corpse," Chu Liang said calmly.

"I know..." Song Qingyi, of course, knew he was looting the corpse, and also knew this was a standard procedure after killing an enemy.

But... how did you know it was a corpse?

Although all signs indicated the Black Robed Man was indeed dead, wasn't this too sudden? Her tears were still welling up in her eyes, completely unaware of what had happened. How could Chu Liang, having just come back to his senses, be so nonchalantly looting the body...

In short, it felt strange.

"How did he die?" Song Qingyi thought for a long time before asking.

"Probably went berserk? Or something went wrong when he was using a divine ability," Chu Liang answered without hesitation.

As for the fact that he used the Soul Transfer Spell... there was absolutely no need to mention it, otherwise it would arouse suspicion.

Of course, going berserk was just something he said. Song Qingyi wasn't stupid and naturally wouldn't believe it. However, hearing this explanation, she would know that he had something he didn't want to reveal.

As expected, Song Qingyi didn't continue to ask.

But with Chu Liang's evasion, she became even more certain in her heart that it was Chu Liang who had killed the Black Robed Man.

To be able to silently kill a Golden Core Realm demonic cultivator with Divine Intent Realm cultivation...

It left her inexplicably shocked.

Chu Liang lifted the Black Robed Man's robe, revealing a face of a relatively ordinary middle-aged man, around thirty to forty years old. Looking at him, it was hard to imagine he was a demonic cultivator who treated human lives like grass, and even harder to imagine he had such an old and hoarse voice.

Demonic cultivators always used secret techniques to conceal their faces and alter their voices. Perhaps only after his death was there a chance to see his true appearance.

He searched him from head to toe, then laid the body down again and went to take off the Black Robed Man's shoes. Then he said, "Instructor Song, we'll split these gains fifty-fifty later."

"No, no, there's no need..." Song Qingyi quickly waved her hand. "I'm already very grateful that you came all this way to save me. Just keep whatever you find for yourself."

"How could I do that..." Chu Liang smiled slightly.

Song Qingyi looked at the gentle-smiling young man in front of her and suddenly felt a little dazed.

He was the gentle and refined one, he was the one who cursed earlier, and he was also the one happily looting the corpse... she really couldn't figure him out.

Then she saw Chu Liang pull out a wad of silver notes from the Black Robed Man's boots, unhesitatingly stuffing them into his pocket, and said, "I need to hurry. I don't have much time left."

"Hmm?" Song Qingyi became nervous again upon hearing this. "Will there be more enemies coming?"

"No..." Chu Liang shook his head. "But it won't be long before my master should arrive."

Before his words finished, a sharp cry suddenly resounded.

It was as if a phoenix soared above the Divine Nine, its cry reaching across the four seas. All the birds within a hundred-mile radius instantly felt a suppression in their bloodline. Those in the sky involuntarily fell to the ground, while those on the ground couldn't help but bow towards the sky.

Rumble—

Suddenly, a huge explosion that could be heard throughout the entire Yanjiao City occurred. Rolling smoke and a mushroom cloud rose from the riverbank.

Heaven and earth were startled.

Hoo—

After a long while, the surroundings finally returned to quiet.

But looking at the area now, where were the grass hut, riverbank, and grassland?

Only a desolate giant pit remained.

In the center of the pit was a small open space. In the open space, Song Qingyi stared with wide eyes, her gaze full of confusion.

Chu Liang stood with his hands clasped, looking ahead.

Shock.

In the dust ahead, a figure engulfed in flames, seemingly human-shaped, had a pair of giant fiery wings about ten feet wide on its back. With a whoosh, the fiery wings retracted.

The wind blew, scattering the dust.

Revealing the figure of Di Nufeng with indifferent eyes. She wore a red-collared black robe, tall and slender, exuding an indescribable aura of dominance.

Like raging fire, like an ice mountain.

In her right hand, she held Lin Bei by the back of his neck, as if carrying a little chick. Lin Bei's eyes rolled back, his face a purplish-red. It seemed Di Nufeng's speed when she arrived was too fast, and his body couldn't quite handle it.

Di Nufeng's cold gaze swept around for a moment before she threw Lin Bei onto the ground and asked, "Where did the enemy come from?"

"Master..." Chu Liang then said, "The enemy is already dead..."

"Huh, dead already?" Hearing this, Di Nufeng relaxed completely. With a flick of her head, she returned to her usual lazy expression. She picked up her wine gourd and took a few gulps, and the Sha energy on her body finally completely dissipated.

The surrounding air pressure plummeted.

Chu Liang's shoulders finally relaxed.

Song Qingyi, who hadn't dared to breathe loudly beside him for a long time, also finally let out a sigh of relief.

The terrifying pressure and world-destroying aura just now were merely the aftershocks of Di Nufeng landing. Such a powerful presence, even though Chu Liang knew it was his master coming to save him, he still subconsciously held his breath.

A Dao Inquiry Realm expert in combat state was truly terrifying.

The pressure from just a glance was enough to suffocate!

Di Nufeng strode over with her long legs. Her fair thighs were faintly visible from the side of her robe as she walked. She came to the Black Robed Man's side and kicked him a couple of times.

"He's really dead. I thought I'd get a fight," she said, sounding somewhat disappointed. She looked at Chu Liang again and asked, "You two killed a Golden Core Realm demonic cultivator?"

Before fully understanding the secret of the White Pagoda, Chu Liang didn't plan to reveal it to anyone. Even to his relatively trusted master, he didn't feel it was necessary.

So he said, "This person died somewhat strangely. I'm more inclined to believe it was a setup..."