Reverse the Heavenly Dipper, Plunder Yin Divine Soul Power!

"Clang~" Before Mountain Cat could figure out what was going on with the almanac, another sound came from behind him.

Suddenly, the statue of the Earl of East Lake shook and abruptly opened its eyes.

Within the Mountain Cat's yellow-green pupils, a phantom emerged from the statue.

"Meow~" The Mountain Cat was raised by the mountain god and was born with supernatural abilities. It could see the phantom of the Earl of East Lake and felt a sense of familiarity with him.

Earl of East Lake glanced at the soundly sleeping Zhao Xing, then at the Mountain Cat, before picking up his Crescent Moon Blade and leaving through the door.

"Meow?" The Mountain Cat walked to the door and looked out through the crack. It longed to go out and find that sense of danger.

But then he remembered Zhao Xing's instructions, so he jumped back onto the table and silently stood guard by Zhao Xing's side.

Zhao Xing was not sleepy at all, but as he lay there, he suddenly fell asleep and entered a dream.

In my dream, the sun shone brightly, the weather was warm as spring, and Golden Light shone down from afar.

Zhao Xing immediately saw a paradise: there were cranes flying, Auspicious Cloud filling the sky, and fairies with colorful ribbons and dancing sleeves appearing and disappearing among the clouds.

He himself lived in a dilapidated courtyard, barely clothed and starving. Looking down, he saw that he was disheveled and wrinkled, as if he were old and about to reach the end of his life.

"Alas, his frail body is nearing its end. How pitiful, how pitiful!" The old Daoist priest shook his head repeatedly.

"Who, who's speaking?" Zhao Xing looked up.

At this moment, an old man dressed in a purple Daoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand, with a kind face, came riding on Auspicious Cloud and landed in front of Zhao Xing's courtyard gate.

"I am the Profound Heaven True God. Your illness is terminal, your time is running out, and you will not live much longer."

"Gods, please save me!" Zhao Xing seemed to be shocked and bowed down in worship.

The old Daoist priest revealed a slight smile, "I, a deity, am aware of the suffering in the mortal realm. Meeting you is fate. Very well, I will save you."

Then the old Daoist waved his whisk, and a Golden Light fell on Zhao Xing, making his body visibly younger.

The wrinkles disappeared, the hair turned from white to black, the legs and feet became nimble, and the whole body was full of energy.

"Thank you, God! Thank you, God!" Zhao Xing exclaimed repeatedly, seemingly overwhelmed by the sight.

"Unfortunately, I can only solve your troubles temporarily, freeing you from illness and restoring your youth. You are still just an ordinary mortal, and in a few years, you will still not escape death."

"Immortal, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!" Zhao Xing shouted hurriedly. "Immortal, since you have mercy on me, please give me another ray of Golden Light like before."

"If you wish to completely escape this fate, you must cultivate immortal techniques and receive the infusion of magical power..."

"Please, God, do it to me again."

"Only by entering the immortal sect and embarking on the path of immortality can one..."

"Please, God, do it to me again."

"Longevity and good health, free from illness and disaster, otherwise..."

"Please, God, do it to me again."

"..." The old Daoist in purple robes was a little angry. What was wrong with this mortal? Why did he keep shouting that he wanted to come and help? Did he think his soul power was free?

But Zhao Xing ignored him and kept repeating the same sentence, as if he were possessed.

Seeing this, the old Daoist priest in purple robes had no choice but to send another beam of Golden Light at Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing was overjoyed. "Thank you so much, Immortal! You are truly a wonderful Immortal. I feel much better now."

The old Daoist priest in purple robes continued, "If you were to become a disciple of my Profound Heaven True God sect, I could free you from the suffering of the mortal world. Are you willing to become my disciple?"

Zhao Xing said blankly, "Could you do it again? God, I'm suffering..."

"You insolent fool, will you ever stop?!" the purple-robed old Daoist priest roared. "With your greed, how can you possibly attain the Great Dao?"

Zhao Xing seemed terrified and remained silent.

The old Daoist priest in purple robes softened his expression slightly. "Everyone has a greedy heart. Considering that you have a connection with me, please let me examine your physique after you leave the courtyard, and then I will perform a benevolent ritual for you."

Zhao Xing said, "My legs are not very strong, so please perform your magic outside the courtyard gate, Immortal."

The old Daoist priest in purple robes suppressed his anger and still maintained a kind expression. "If that's the case, then please invite me in."

"Gods, please..."

The old Daoist priest in purple robes was about to lift his foot.

But then Zhao Xing First-Turn: "Invoking the Gods, stand outside the door and unleash the Golden Light you just displayed. My humble abode is too dirty; I'm afraid it would defile your esteemed presence."

"..."

At this moment, the old Daoist in purple robes finally realized what was happening. The smile on his face vanished, and the Golden Light around him disappeared, turning into a red light. He stared coldly at Zhao Xing.

"Interesting. You, a mere mortal, are unaffected by my magic. This dream..."

"Hmph!" Zhao Xing snorted coldly, no longer pretending, and his tattered clothes suddenly emitted a mysterious Golden Light.

"Buzz~" The dream shattered, cracking like glass, and pulverized along with the purple-robed Daoist.

"Whoosh~" The ever-burning lamp lit up again.

Zhao Xing woke up.

"Meow?" The Mountain Cat jumped onto Zhao Xing's shoulder and rubbed its head against him.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." Zhao Xing patted the Mountain Cat's little head.

He glanced back at the statue of the Earl of East Lake, then at the gate outside Yuanmen, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Unexpectedly, the Profound Heaven Sect actually made a move.

"Dreaming of Yin Souls, it first determines the location. At this point, the officials on the list must have all been bewitched."

"I wonder how many people have fallen for it, opened the door, or said 'please come in,'" Zhao Xing pondered.

Profound Heaven Sect a move, it is always the Evil God who go first.

That is, the move "Dreaming of Yin Souls" first involves bewitching the target.

However, the house where Zhao Xing was located was protected, which was due to the rule established by Grand Ancestor when he founded the Dao: "Do not enter a place that has an owner."

The Evil God Yin Soul couldn't get in and could only linger outside the door. If this evil god wanted to influence Zhao Xing with his soul magic, he could only use "good magic".

Only virtuous methods can enter the house and influence Zhao Xing inside.

The moment he Entering the Dream, the Sixth Level Soul Armor instantly woke Zhao Xing up, giving him absolute control over the dream.

Therefore, he was not tempted at all, and Zhao Xing actively cooperated with all the illusions in his dreams, such as old age and illness.

"What this Yin Spirit is doing is tantamount to offering me its purest soul power. If I am bewitched into opening the door, or saying 'please come in,' it can take it back."

"However, it unleashed two bursts of soul power, both of which I absorbed, meaning they were truly plundered by me. It's probably going to be furious," Zhao Xing thought to himself.

He glanced at the panel records.

[You have plundered the soul power of the Seventh Grade Yin Spirit 'Blood Spirit Venerable', raising your Fate Soul to the early stage of the Ninth Grade.]

[You have plundered the soul power of the Seventh Grade Yin Spirit 'Blood Spirit Venerable', raising your Fate Soul to the mid -Ninth Grade rank.]

[Fate Soul: Ninth Grade Rank]

Seeing the new attribute on the panel, Zhao Xing couldn't help but laugh, "Successfully got the freebie!"

Generally speaking, the level of the Fate Soul is lower.

Because there is no specific method for cultivating the soul, the only way is to Essence Gathering and cultivate spells to make the Seven Po grow.

The Seven Po nourish the Fate Soul, and only then will the Fate Soul's level gradually increase.

The Dynasty of Fate did not cultivate fate; all such professions and spells were slashed by the Grand Ancestor.

Of course, Zhao Xing's Fate Soul is only at the mid -Ninth Grade, so it cannot be called "cultivating life". It just means that his soul power is stronger and he has a higher resistance to soul-type spells such as [Yin Wind]. At the same time, it will also increase the power of the spells or secret techniques he cultivates that involve his Fate Soul.

For example, the Sleep Bug Art and the Dream Storage Method are more powerful than before.

"Thank you so much for the soul power, Blood Spirit. You're too Guest Qi."

Even without the Soul Armor, Zhao Xing was confident he could exploit the Yin Spirit during the [Yin Spirit Enters the Dreaming of Yin Souls] stage using the Dream Storage Method. With the Sixth Level Soul Armor, it would be even more convenient.

It should be noted that the Nightmare Sect is the true master of soul cultivation, while the Profound Heaven Sect is far inferior to the Nightmare Sect in terms of soul cultivation and manipulating dreams.

"The Profound Heaven Sect used Dreaming of Yin Souls and pinpoint the location. Now it's time for the people to take action." Zhao Xing looked towards the door. "Hopefully, Old Chen will be able to pull it off."

"I am the Profound Heaven True God. Chen Shijie, you caused the death of your parents and were driven out of your home by your relatives, ending up competing for food with beggars. This is all because your Life Palace has signs of decay. When the Life Palace is decayed, the Fate Soul will wither prematurely. Moreover, your fate is afflicted by evil. If you cannot cultivate your fate and change your fortune, you will surely have bad luck in your later years."

"If you worship me, I can help you Alter Destiny. Now quickly kneel down and worship!"

In a dilapidated temple, Chen Shijie stood in front of a statue of a god, holding a broken bowl in his hand, in which was half a bloodstained steamed bun.

He was only the size of a seven or eight-year-old child, but his face looked like that of a man in his thirties or forties, which was extremely strange.

This is because the Yin Spirit could not fully recreate the dream that Chen Shijie was afraid of.

Compared to Zhao Xing, Chen Shijie's dream was more realistic, and he did not have the autonomy; rather, the Yin Spirit took the initiative.

Because he didn't have Soul Armor to protect him, and unlike Zhao Xing, he had practiced "The Great Dream Spring and Autumn".

"Worshiping gods?!" Chen Shijie struggled in his eyes and muttered to himself, "I joined the army at the age of thirteen. Because of my poor physical condition, I had to train until late at night before I could rest. Even so, the next day I would still be punished by the sergeant for being too slow."

"I was ridiculed and bullied by my colleagues. Every night I prayed that my aptitude was even a little bit better, just a little bit better. But I didn't reach the First Tier the Essence Gathering Realm until I was fifteen. Did the gods ever hear my prayers?"

"I followed the commander into the Great Wilderness Mountain, but I was caught in a barbarian trap and was on the verge of death. In the end, it was the Marquis who found me. Have the gods heard my cries?"

"You..." Blood Spirit Venerable was stunned for a moment. He felt that the dream was shaken by some kind of will of Chen Shijie.

"I began to Essence Gathering at the age of fifteen, and practiced diligently day and night. Every time I went to war, I fought desperately. It wasn't until I was twenty that I reached the Gathering Yuan Fourth Level. I don't know how much blood I shed or how many injuries I suffered, but I finally earned enough military merits to change my cultivation aptitude."

"After three more years of hard work, I finally passed the exam and obtained the position of Military Sima Nong... I earned it all through my own efforts."

Chen Shijie took a step forward with each sentence he spoke.

With each step he took, he grew three centimeters taller.

The purple-robed Daoist remained silent, quietly watching Chen Shijie.

The latter walked step by step in front of him, by which time Chen Shijie had completely returned to his normal form.

He looked at the purple-robed Daoist priest and smiled, "You should know that the Military Sima Nong can also Invoking the Gods and perform rituals. Do you know how many times I've Invoking the Gods in the ten years I've served as Military Sima Nong?"

The Blood Spirit Venerable calmly asked, "How many times?"

Chen Shijie glanced at the blood-stained steamed bun in the bowl and smiled calmly, "I followed the Marquis into the wilderness to pacify the barbarians for ten years, and four of those times were near-death experiences."

"Even so, I have never once invited a deity from this dynasty!"

Chen Shijie stared coldly at Blood Spirit Venerable, slowly crushing the steamed bun and bowl in his hand, blowing the dust towards Blood Spirit Venerable: "What's more, it's you?"

Dust filled the air, transforming into a Yin Wind that enveloped the Blood Spirit Venerable.

The latter shook his head, and before his body shattered, he said regretfully, "Chen Shijie, with such a mind, you truly deserve to join my Profound Heaven Sect. It's alright, after taking you away, I will personally accept you as my disciple, and I will never treat you as a disposable pawn..."

"Hmph, you heretics, how dare you speak such nonsense!" Chen Shijie snorted coldly. The illusory image shattered completely. He stood on the hillside, the phantom reflected in his eyes disappeared, and his vision returned to normal.

The wind blows through the night in Anping Town.

It was already 9 PM, and most of the residents were already asleep.

However, in several residences not far from the ruins, artificial hills or underground chambers suddenly opened.

"Swish swish~"

One after another, figures appeared, leaping away from the mansion like nimble cats, heading towards the ruins.

Their attire was identical to that of the "demons" who participated in the Martial Office examination.

Even the officials who had not yet returned, upon seeing this scene, simply assumed it was an arrangement by the government.

They rushed into the ruins, and the officials loitering around the perimeter acted as if they didn't see them, as if the group were air, letting them enter freely.

In reality, they didn't actually see these people's existence, because due to the "Dreaming of Yin Souls," everyone was affected to varying degrees.

Led by several leaders, the group split into small teams and headed toward their destination.

Chen Deshun and Wu Mei were tasked with kidnapping Zhao Xing and Li Chengfeng.

The two hall masters were Chen Deshun in charge of Li Chengfeng and Wu Mei in charge of capturing Zhao Xing.

Hunting Falcon, accompanied by seven men of great strength, headed straight for Chen Shijie's location.

Wu Mei moved forward quickly, knowing that time was limited; the Blood Spirit Venerable had only given them three quarters of an hour.

If the mission is not completed by 3:45 PM, retreat is necessary.

After that, the chances of being discovered increase with each additional 15 minutes.

If it exceeds three-quarters of an hour, death is certain.

"Years of lying in wait, all for these three quarters of an hour!"

"As soon as we capture someone, we will retreat immediately. The Venerable One will cover me, and the late-stage Eighth Grade who is nearing the end of his life will cover our retreat."

"Zhao Xing, Zhao Xing... my darling, wait for your mother to pamper you~"

Wu Mei licked her lips, a seductive red glint flashing in her eyes.

In the fenced courtyard, Zhao Xing looked at the wooden statue of the Earl of East Lake with his Bright Eyes and found nothing extraordinary about it, which meant that the Earl of East Lake had been distracted.

"However, the stage of the Dreaming of Yin Souls has passed, so it doesn't matter whether the Earl of East Lake is protecting us or not." Zhao Xing was very clear about the process, Profound Heaven Sect would definitely not launch a second attack.

It's not that we can't, but that we dare not.

If they launch a second attack, they won't have the strength to escape. This is a looting mission, not a suicide attack.

"Why can't I hear a sound at all?" Zhao Xing pinched the pendant on his ear, a treasure he obtained from the Great Dream Academy, the Wind Crystal Earring.

It allows Zhao Xing to use the breeze in the space to detect sounds from a greater distance.

Zhao Xing did not practice any hearing-related spells, but with the help of the Wind Crystal Earring, he could hear sounds from a great distance.

But there's been no movement at all, and he suspects that Old Chen might have already taken care of things.

However, when he sensed the Earth Vein, he discovered that the Fire Hell Earth Palace had not disappeared.

"Could it be that the Profound Heaven Sect has retreated? Impossible. These lunatics like to go all in. Once they start, they will never retreat unless the allotted time is exceeded. Moreover, some of them will not retreat at all; they must be sent to the Great Zhou to hunt them down, to cause trouble and attract attention before they die."

"It's so quiet. I wonder how Young Master Zong is doing. He should be staying at the entrance as I told him to," he thought to himself.

Zhao Xing looked around and suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure.

Just what I wished for happened! It was Zong Shichang!

He was covered in blood, even his face, and it was impossible to tell if it was his own or someone else's. He looked terrified.

"Zhao Xing, Zhao Xing, please let me in quickly, someone is chasing me!" Zong Shichang shouted.

Zhao Xing used his Bright Eyes and Five Elements Observation to examine the area, but found nothing unusual.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again.

Although his Bright Eyes and Five Elements Observation couldn't discern anything, his Earth Soul was touched, especially since his Fate Soul had truly entered a higher grade and reached a higher level, making his Dream Storage Method even stronger.

With each blink of an eye, one enters Entering the Dream, and the Fate Soul and the soul of the earth converge and resonate.

"You think you're Zong Shichang? You're just trying to fool idiots." Zhao Xing sneered inwardly.

Even without the presence of Fate Soul, he would still find it strange.

I had just thought of Zong Shichang Zong Shichang when he appeared?

What a coincidence!

"Brother Zong, don't come over to the gate. I've sealed it off. Actually, I opened a gate on the other side of the fence."

"Yes, yes, it's the fence three meters to the left, covered by vines. I'll open the door for you right away..."

Hearing Zhao Xing say that...

Wu Mei was overjoyed. After lying low for so many years, he hadn't expected that the Profound Heaven Phantom Charm Art hadn't deteriorated and was still so powerful, managing to bewitch the kid in an instant.

As soon as she arrived, she sensed that the room was protected, meaning that the "Dreaming of Yin Souls" hadn't tricked the boy into opening the door.

If successful, then as the vessel carrying the Venerable's blood, she can also enter directly. Because she promised to let the Blood Spirit Venerable enter... she can also enter.

Unfortunately, there wasn't any, so I had to think of another way, and unexpectedly, the trick worked on the first try!

"Okay, thank you." Wu Mei was overjoyed and immediately followed Zhao Xing's instructions, standing three meters from the fence next to the courtyard gate. Then, while feeling around, she said, "Zhao Xing, please let me in... uh?"

Wu Mei's expression suddenly changed drastically. She felt a sudden bulge beneath her feet, and a violent force erupted from beneath her.

"Bang!"

The soil exploded violently, and Wu Mei was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the broken walls and ruins in the distance, crushing countless stones and beams.

"Cough cough... cough cough..." Wu Mei clutched her chest as she crawled out of the rubble. She looked at her lower limbs; both legs were covered in blood from the explosion.

The right leg was so badly damaged that the bone was exposed.

Wu Mei felt excruciating pain, and her mind was completely fuzzy from the explosion.

I couldn't help but ask three questions in a row:

What was that just now? How did he figure it out? What happened?