Saving Wu Yu; Arriving at the Corpse Yin Sect

"A mere Corpse Puppet dares to be so insolent? This Seat commands you to crawl out. Are you seeking death?"

Qin Hao's robes fluttered as he appeared in the void, looking like a god descending from the heavens.

His black hair danced lightly, his eyes shone as brilliantly as stars, and he stood with his hands behind his back, his entire body radiating the cultivation fluctuations of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

"Arrogant!"

Hearing these words, the Dried Corpse Man flew into a rage.

The opponent was merely at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, the same as himself, yet he dared to look down on him?

One had to know that before he fell, he had been a dignified Expert at the Nascent Soul Great Perfection level.

"Boom!"

The Dried Corpse Man reached out a withered arm, and spiritual power surged like an ocean, condensing into a massive hand that clawed toward Qin Hao.

"Shatter!"

Qin Hao summoned the Wood Sword of Years and pointed a finger; the wooden sword struck the spiritual hand.

With a "bang," the spiritual hand exploded, turning into dust and vanishing.

"Slash!"

Qin Hao formed a seal with his hands and struck out at the Dried Corpse Man once more.

"Hmph!"

The Dried Corpse Man's eyes revealed disdain as he raised his withered palm, intending to block the wooden sword.

In his view, his current physical body had been tempered to be as hard as a magical treasure, so it could naturally withstand a Nascent Soul Realm treasure.

"Crack!"

However, his expression changed the very next moment.

His physical body, which was in no way inferior to a Nascent Soul Realm treasure, was torn apart without the slightest resistance upon touching the wooden sword.

"A Spirit Transformation stage treasure?"

The Dried Corpse Man's face was filled with shock, and he cried out in alarm.

He had never imagined that he would provoke a Cultivator who possessed a Spirit Transformation stage treasure.

Setting aside the opponent's background, this Spirit Transformation stage treasure alone was something he could not resist.

"Hum!"

At the same time, the Dried Corpse Man felt a strange power eroding his physical body.

Although his current body was a Corpse Puppet, it was still subject to decay.

"This is the Artistic Conception Power?"

The Dried Corpse Man roared in terror, and his Nascent Soul immediately left his body.

He feared that if his Nascent Soul did not depart, it would be eroded by the Artistic Conception Power.

"Boom!"

No sooner had his Nascent Soul left his body than the energy hand Qin Hao had manifested gripped it tightly.

"Fellow Daoist, spare my life!"

The Dried Corpse Man's Nascent Soul begged for mercy. "I am from a Level 4 Cultivation Nation..."

However, before he could finish his sentence, Qin Hao had already sealed his Nascent Soul.

Let alone the fact that he was merely from a Level 4 Cultivation Nation, Qin Hao would not fear him even if he were from a Level 5 Cultivation Nation.

In any case, Qin Hao possessed the Chaos Bead; if he couldn't win, he could simply hide.

Moreover, a Cultivator's Nascent Soul was a treasure, and Qin Hao naturally would not waste it.

"Whoosh!"

Not far away, seeing the Dried Corpse Man slain by Qin Hao, the Corpse Charm did not say a word and fled toward the distance.

"Still trying to run?"

But before it could get far, it was suppressed by a spiritual hand.

Qin Hao brought the Corpse Charm before the Statue and spoke indifferently, "Will you come out yourself, or must I invite you out?"

"Senior, please hold your hand!"

A vortex suddenly appeared on the Statue, and a tiny figure, only a foot tall, emerged into the outside world, carrying Wang Lin and A'Dai.

"Junior Wu Yu of the Corpse Yin Sect pays his respects to Senior!"

The tiny figure was dim and extremely Weakened; the moment he appeared, he bowed in fear and trepidation.

A hundred years ago, he had been forced to abandon his body and flee by the Nascent Soul inside the Corpse Puppet.

A century had passed, and while his Corpse Puppet had grown increasingly powerful, it had instead been destroyed and its Nascent Soul sealed by the person before him.

He hadn't even been able to defeat the Corpse Puppet in his prime, and in his current Weakened state, he was even less capable of opposing the person before him.

"Junior Wang Lin greets the Senior!"

Standing to the side, Wang Lin also bowed in salute.

His gaze toward Qin Hao was rather complex.

If not for this man, he would have had to rely on Wu Yu's teleportation array to escape today.

He had no idea where that array led or if it held any danger.

Yet, meeting this mysterious Senior once again—he could not tell if it was mere coincidence or if the man had done it on purpose.

Qin Hao looked at Wang Lin and smiled. "Junior Brother Wang, we meet again!"

"You two know each other, Fellow Daoist?"

Wu Yu was stunned.

He had never expected that the person he had randomly sought out would have such a background.

"He and I hail from the same sect!"

Qin Hao chuckled softly and said to Wu Yu, "Hand over your Soul Blood, and This Seat will return your physical body to you."

"As you command!"

Wu Yu naturally dared not resist and immediately surrendered his Soul Blood.

After taking the Soul Blood, Qin Hao casually wiped away the sealed intelligence of the Corpse Charm and tossed it to Wu Yu.

Whoosh!

Wu Yu's Nascent Soul flashed, diving into his own body to begin repossessing it.

Soon, a fluctuation at the Nascent Soul level radiated from Wu Yu's body.

He opened his eyes and bowed to Qin Hao once more. "Many thanks, Senior!"

Qin Hao instructed, "I happen to be heading to the Corpse Yin Sect; you shall lead the way."

"Yes!"

Wu Yu did not ask any questions, instead pointing toward the statue to extend an invitation. "Senior, I have set up a teleportation array here that leads directly to the Corpse Yin Sect!"

Qin Hao nodded slightly and looked at Wang Lin. "Junior Brother Wang, will you come along?"

Wang Lin remained silent for a moment before finally nodding. "I will."

He could hear the implication in Qin Hao's words that he was expected to go, and he naturally dared not refuse.

Furthermore, the Yellow Springs Ascending Aperture Art he cultivated required high-quality Yin Qi for advancement.

According to Wu Yu, the Corpse Yin Sect possessed Earth-grade Chilling Qi.

Wu Yu opened the passage leading inside the statue and formed hand seals, casting a series of Dharma imprints.

Boom!

Rays of light surged forth, and the teleportation array he had inscribed was instantly activated.

The group of four stepped into the array and vanished from the spot.

In the far west of the Zhao Kingdom lay a vast plain.

Because the area was shrouded in Chilling Qi year-round and contained Nine Earths Qi that even Nascent Soul Experts were unwilling to touch lightly, few people ever came here.

Only a handful of Old Monsters knew that this was actually the location of the Devil Dao Sect, the Corpse Yin Sect.

Beneath a sprawling swamp, there existed a series of interconnected caverns.

The Corpse Yin Sect was established within these labyrinthine caves.

On this day, the teleportation array in the largest central cavern suddenly flickered violently.

The Corpse Yin Sect disciples guarding the area opened their eyes in unison.

When they saw forty-three light rings illuminating the array, their expressions shifted.

"A Nascent Soul Expert has arrived! Rise and welcome them immediately!"

The leader shouted, and everyone stood up before kneeling on the ground.

Simultaneously, they called out respectfully, "We welcome the Senior!"

The light on the array dissipated, and four figures appeared.

They were none other than Qin Hao, Wang Lin, Wu Yu, and A'Dai, who had arrived from the Savage Wilderness Forest.

Wu Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his expression arrogant as he asked, "Where is Senior Brother Ye Zizai?"

Hum!

Suddenly, the void not far away twisted, and strands of Black Qi condensed and intertwined, forming a human silhouette.

The moment this figure appeared, a massive pressure surged forth.

"We welcome Progenitor Ye!"

The Corpse Yin Sect disciples prostrated themselves once more.

"Junior Brother Wu Yu, you have finally returned!"

A sinister voice drifted slowly from the figure. "Hm? Where is your Corpse Puppet?"