Lin Xuan's expression changed, but the scholar's wild laughter had already reached his ears. He saw the man flip his left hand over and jab forward with incredible speed. The inkstone turned over, and the ink inside splashed across the surface of the Azure Fire Sword.
A strange fragrance immediately spread through the air. Lin Xuan cultivated the Azure Phantom Nether Fire, so he was not afraid of poison, but the spiritual light on the surface of the Azure Fire Sword rapidly dimmed, and his connection to it through his divine sense also became faint and intermittent.
"Baleful Ghost Ink!" Lin Xuan's pupils contracted slightly. He murmured to himself, and a trace of astonishment appeared on his face as well.
He had not expected the other party to possess such a treasure. Baleful Ghost Ink was extremely famous even in the Underworld Realm. It was said to be made by gathering the resentment of vicious souls, adding filthy objects of utmost yin between heaven and earth, mixing them together in Ghost Mist and a Cold Pool, then condensing them through an extremely special method.
This substance was of utmost yin and utmost cold. If a cultivator got even a little of it on them, they would be poisoned. But the most terrifying thing was its defiling effect on treasures.
Any treasure that got stained by it would inevitably lose a great deal of spirituality, and its power would plunge madly.
It was said that in the past, a Great Demon Ghost from the Underworld Realm had crossed through a spatial fissure and come here. The Baleful Ghost Ink it possessed had made cultivators suffer bitterly.
Later, several Nascent Soul Cultivators of the same level as that demon ghost had rushed forward wave after wave and joined forces to attack before