All Hundred Ghosts Slain

This black-robed disciple had opened his eye and ear acupoints. His strength was several times that of Cheng Yong and Cheng He. His vigilance was high. Seeing his fellow disciples acting separately, he reacted immediately after a brief moment of shock.

He flicked his sleeve, and five cold lights shot out, heading straight for Xiang Yuan's chest and face.

He used offense as defense, forcing Xiang Yuan to retract his blade. His combat experience was also incredibly rich.

Xiang Yuan had picked the wrong opponent. Seeing his ordinary appearance, he thought the other party was a subordinate, but he had directly chosen the senior disciple, Duan Wei. If he had chosen to sneak attack the other two, no matter who it was, he would have definitely killed another one.

A one-third chance of getting an SSR. His luck was unbelievable.

As the hidden weapons attacked, Xiang Yuan retracted his move and brandished his blade net. A thousand pear blossoms bloomed, and with a ding ding dong dong, the five cold lights were struck away.

It was too late to pursue. The other two black-robed disciples approached, and the three surrounded him.

Duan Wei's face turned ashen. He asked three questions in a row: "Who are you? How did you get the news? Who sold me out?"

Because Xiang Yuan used the Yellow Springs Dao Body Technique and could control the Yin Wind, moving among ghosts without being attacked, Duan Wei mistook him for a fellow disciple.

A conspiracy quickly formed in his mind.

He had recruited people to refine Ghost Gods. His fellow disciples were jealous, unwilling to let him succeed. If they could steal the Ghost Gods for their own use, that would be best. If not, destroying his great opportunity so no one else could have it would be fair.

Thinking of this, Duan Wei was furious. Fellow disciples betraying each other, seeking mutual destruction. How could he build up the Yellow Springs Dao with these short-sighted fools?

They deserved to be stuck in the outer sect forever!

The body technique Xiang Yuan was using was the Thirteen Changes of Yin Wind Ghost Mist, from the Three Yin Life and Death Book. He also had a palm technique, the Blood Transformation Divine Palm. Because this was the first time he was using it in actual combat, his Yin Energy was insufficient, making his movements seem somewhat awkward. Duan Wei mistook it for the outer sect's inherited footwork, the Soul Chasing Steps.

He could only say that his imagination was still too limited. He could have been bolder. The Yellow Springs Left Envoy failed in his soul possession, and the corresponding cultivation method had leaked out.

Xiang Yuan's Cold Blood was active. He held his blade in front of him, ignoring Duan Wei's questioning. Yin Energy surrounded him, his aura fluctuating unpredictably, as if he were practicing within the encirclement.

He was indeed practicing.

He was using his mind for three purposes: Cold Blood was practicing, steadily refining Yin Energy and integrating it into the Thirteen Changes of Yin Wind Ghost Mist, facilitating further simulations for the Formless Seal Method.

This body technique, as its name suggested, mimicked ghosts. At the Acupoint Opening Stage, one could leap like a phantom between shadows. The Yin Wind howled, thick mist billowed, and one's form became like a ghost's shadow, appearing and disappearing in the mist, like a phantom weaving through, making them hard to track. It was one of the best body techniques for the Acupoint Opening Stage.

The only drawback was its high degree of distinctiveness. If someone knowledgeable discovered it, they would definitely associate him with the Spiritual Light Old Devil.

"Heavens! The Yellow Springs Left Envoy has returned after failing in his soul possession and remaking himself!"

Xiang Yuan's Yin Energy was insufficient, making his use of this body technique awkward. Duan Wei, lacking such profound insight, failed to recognize the sect's Left Envoy. Seeing Xiang Yuan's silence and his cold eyes fixed on his neck and other vital points, Duan Wei became even more enraged.

"Kill him. Capture his soul and send it into the great formation."

Duan Wei snorted coldly. He raised his right hand from beneath his sleeve. He wore a pair of Iron Claws, metal plates covering his entire hand, with sharp claws extending outwards. Triggering the mechanism could launch blades as hidden weapons.

Among the three, his strength was the greatest.

Xiang Yuan was undaunted. He charged straight at Duan Wei with his blade. As the black-robed disciples on his left and right closed in, his footwork suddenly changed. His body moved like a phantom, turning at a right angle without losing momentum, and he charged towards one of the black-robed disciples.

The blade gleamed coldly. Where its edge pointed, the wind roared, and the air turned chilling.

The strange footwork seemed to leap into the black-robed disciple's heart. Xiang Yuan's gaze was like lightning, as if death itself was drawing its blade, devoid of any emotion. The disciple's heart turned cold.

He felt a flicker of fear, and his footwork faltered. He subconsciously took a step back.

In a battlefield, if one's momentum weakened, everything was lost.

As the black-robed disciple's momentum weakened, Xiang Yuan's surged. True Qi flowed through his limbs, and his speed suddenly increased. He abandoned his ghostly footwork, his body flashing through the dense fog like a shooting star. The next moment, he was at the black-robed disciple's neck. The blade flashed, swift as lightning, powerful as the Lone Star Chasing Moon.

The black-robed disciple was still thinking of keeping the enemy three steps away and dealing with him slowly when his senior disciple arrived. He felt a chill at his neck, and his head separated from his body, rolling onto the ground.

Xiang Yuan's Cold Blood blade technique was clean and decisive, his mind as still as water, unmoved by external factors, and without the slightest hesitation. In his eyes, there were only the corpse before him and the next target.

"No, this blade technique is wrong..."

Duan Wei suddenly woke up. "He's not a disciple of our sect. He's a dog of the Six Doors."

The black-robed disciple beside him, unable to recognize the subtlety of the blade technique, saw the ghostly blade and clearly thought it was one of their own senior brothers. He took a small step closer to Duan Wei.

Useless! Scared witless already, what good are you!

Duan Wei ignored the useless one and lunged forward, his claws slashing through the Yin Wind.

His martial arts were extraordinary, his claw techniques incredibly skillful, coupled with his long-lasting True Qi. He met Xiang Yuan head-on, stopping his movement with brute force. As his Iron Claws closed, Ghost Fire flickered, and Yin Energy swirled into a Skull Mist Shadow, tearing through the Yin Wind and emitting mournful, ghostly cries.

Xiang Yuan met his attack with his blade. After three to five exchanges, he was suppressed. He preferred to kill with a single blow, and although his attacks seemed fierce, his combat experience was not extensive. He suffered a slight disadvantage and was gradually falling into a passive position.

Fortunately, Cold Blood was sufficiently cold. His blade technique did not falter. Whether he was at an advantage or disadvantage, every strike targeted Duan Wei's vital points.

This fearless fighting style, in Duan Wei's eyes, was clearly a sign of confidence, as if he was certain of victory.

Duan Wei could not think of any other reason. He guessed that there were Six Doors ambushes nearby. After a low roar, his five fingers raised a terrifying wind, which pressed down on Xiang Yuan, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

This retreat led him directly into the dense fog blockade zone outside the formation. Hundreds of ghosts wandered, their movements stiff. Driven by Duan Wei, they all turned their heads in unison to stare at Xiang Yuan.

Being stared at by hundreds of eyes, especially with such eerie and sinister gazes, would cause most people to falter.

Cold Blood swept his gaze across them, only knowing that ghosts had health bars and he had a blade. Ghosts should fear him.

He didn't pay attention to these ghosts. He raised his blade, intending to charge out of the dense fog. After several steps, he couldn't find an exit and knew he had fallen into a formation.

What kind of formation was this?

"Martial Uncle, help me!"

Outside the dense fog formation, Duan Wei held a small triangular flag, entirely black, adorned with red and yellow Ghost Talismans, giving it an ominous appearance.

He muttered for a moment, stabilizing the formation. Once Xiang Yuan was trapped, he handed the flag to the black-robed man beside him. "Junior Brother, you go take care of him."

"Huh? Me?"

The black-robed man was horrified. The image of Xiang Yuan cutting through people like vegetables was still vivid in his mind. The ashes of their fellow disciples hadn't even cooled yet, how could he possibly fight such a ferocious opponent?

"He's trapped in the formation. Hold this, and he won't be able to see you. Conceal your killing intent and finish him in one move!"

Duan Wei glared fiercely at his junior brother. Such cowardice was not fit for great things. He vowed never to team up with these useless fools again, lest he be dragged down and die unjustly.

Upon hearing this, the black-robed man's fighting spirit surged. He took the small flag and walked into the thick fog.

Duan Wei snorted, leaving unsaid a crucial piece of information: the Six Doors had ambushes set up all around. Everything needed to be done quickly. He had to activate the grand formation immediately and refine the Ghost Gods. Sending his junior brother to eliminate Xiang Yuan served two purposes: it kept himself from being distracted, and it conserved his strength for dealing with the Six Doors.

As for whether his junior brother would exhaust his true qi or be severely wounded... well, each person had their own destiny, and it couldn't be forced.

Within the formation shrouded by thick fog, Xiang Yuan, with the help of his martial uncle, had grasped three methods to break out.

The first was to break all formations with sheer force; no matter what kind of formation it was, just charge through.

The second was that in any formation, there were the principles of Yin, Yang, and the Five Elements, their cycles of generation and destruction. By finding the operational patterns of the formation, one could exit unharmed.

The third was to destroy the artifact used to set up the formation.

The cold-blooded Xiang Yuan leaned more towards the first method, but alas, his strength was insufficient, so it was just a thought. The second method was also out; his knowledge base was too limited, and he wouldn't understand the patterns even if they were right in front of him.

The third method was even more impossible. The enemy had already trapped him within the formation. There was no reason for them to bring the formation artifact inside with them. No one in the world was that foolish.

"I can only proceed slowly..."

Xiang Yuan murmured, spotting the surrounding specters waving their claws as Yin Wind blew. He drew his long saber and charged straight ahead.

Once the Hundred Ghosts were all killed, he didn't believe the formation could still operate!

His saber light swept out like a torrential storm. The spectral figures moved sometimes like the wind, sometimes like mist, stirring up whirlpools of Yin Energy. They were more like ghosts than ghosts, making it impossible even for specters to track them.

Xiang Yuan moved as if no one were there. Under his saber, no ghost could withstand even a single blow. Every appearance of his was accompanied by a cold glint, and every disappearance left behind a wail. A common technique, the Five Tigers Severing Gate Saber, was wielded by him with the grace of a supreme divine art.

Watching the specters fall one by one, the black-robed man trembled. Recalling his senior brother Duan Wei's words, he tightened his grip on the small flag, summoning the thick fog to envelop him. His figure vanished within it, and he cautiously approached Xiang Yuan.

It's fine, this ferocious guy can't see me. I'll get behind him, reach in, and pull out his heart and liver!

He raised his five fingers, and suddenly, his vision caught Xiang Yuan's cold gaze as he turned around...

No! He found me!

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