Not a single corpse cultivator was a good person
"Jiang Wanyue, what do you want to do?"
Ji Jinglun looked utterly shocked.
The Living Infant was frail, but Jiang Wanyue's flying sword came with overwhelming force. Even the slightest Sword Qi that escaped was enough to shred the Living Infant pieces.
"Ji Jinglun, put down that Living Infant. Otherwise, no one will get their hands on it," Jiang Wanyue shouted sternly.
Ji Jinglun was both angry and furious.
He took a huge risk by attacking the middle-aged man first to snatch the Living Infant. But Jiang Wanyue suddenly appeared and took advantage of the situation.
Although Ji Jinglun was furious, he was not yet blinded by rage.
He knew he was no match for Jiang Wanyue; if he were to actually fight her, not only would he lose the Living Infant, but he himself would also be in danger of losing his life.
The Bone Banner immediately stopped, no longer moving towards Ji Jinglun. However, it did not put down the Living Infant; instead, an invisible force firmly 'bound' the Living Infant to the banner surface.
Clearly, although Ji Jinglun had backed down, he was unwilling to hand over the fortuitous opportunity to someone else.
Song Wen paid no attention to the rivalry between the two.
His attention was mostly on the middle-aged man.
It has now been confirmed that the middle-aged man was merely an illusion and did not actually exist.
For a phantom to appear, it must have a basis; it cannot arise out of thin air.
Song Wen looked around and saw that the stone platform and the Corpse Coffin were broken, and the nine golden dragons and nine stone pillars had also collapsed. It seemed that there were no man-made objects left here.
His gaze finally settled below the middle-aged man, where the Corpse Coffin had originally been.
After the nine chains broke, the Corpse Coffin fell to the ground and smashed the stone platform, leaving behind a pile of rubble.
After the Corpse Coffin was shattered by the Bone Banner, the ground did not break further; only some of the rubble was shaken into smaller pieces, even turning into dust.
With a flick of his sleeves, Song Wen stirred up a gust of wind.
As the strong winds swept through, rocks and dust swirled, instantly turning the ground spotless and revealing a network of cracks.
These cracks were created by the force of the Bone Banner's attack.
However, in the crevice, there was a smooth, round stone.
The stone was about the size of an egg, grayish-brown in color, and showed no signs of spiritual energy fluctuations. At first glance, it was no different from an ordinary rock.
However, the presence of such a stone beneath the platform is unusual in itself.
Song Wen's actions naturally did not escape the attention of Jiang Wanyue and the other two, who all turned their gazes to the round stone.
However, Song Wen did not rush to put the round stone into his possession. Instead, he sent an Immortal Essence from a distance and injected it into the round stone.
That Immortal Essence was like a mud ox entering the sea, failing to elicit the slightest reaction from the round stone; however, the phantom of the middle-aged man underwent a new change.
"Hahaha..."
The middle-aged man laughed loudly, his voice booming like Great Lu, so much so that it echoed throughout the entire underground cave.
"You have all been deceived by me!"
"I am not an Immortal Emperor at all, and there is no inheritance or treasure here!"
"I suffered a severe injury in my previous life and was nearing the end, but I was unwilling to perish. I exhausted all my resources, but I was still unable to rebuild my physical body as I wished, and my soul is on the verge of collapse."
"Therefore, I had no choice but to hastily build this Underground Palace as a place to rest the remains."
"But thinking that later generations would surely plunder the tomb, he deliberately tampered with it, setting up a deceptive and mysterious trap just to mislead you."
What you are seeing now is merely an image I left behind beforehand.
"I wonder if you will truly turn on each other as I have anticipated? And how many of you have died, and how many have been injured?"
"Thinking about it, it's truly a pity. I didn't get to witness my final, ingenious plan."
"Hahaha..."
Amid the middle-aged man's loud laughter, the faces of the crowd gradually darkened and turned ugly.
The four Lingxu Dao Immortal arrived here only to be tricked by an image.
With a casual wave of his hand, Song Wen unleashed a burst of Immortal Essence that shot out like an arrow and struck the round stone.
The round stone shattered instantly, and the middle-aged man's illusory image vanished along with it.
Song Wen clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth.
Even in death, he would scheme to harm others. This was the first time he had ever encountered such a person.
It harms others without benefiting oneself!
Corpse cultivators are indeed all Heretical Demons and Outer Dao; not a single one of them is good!
But the next moment, the four people's gazes fell on the Living Infant.
Everything here was arranged by the middle-aged man to toy with his descendants, so what exactly is this Living Infant?
Ji Jinglun flashed forward and arrived in front of the Living Infant.
This time, no one stopped him.
Ji Jinglun reached out and grabbed the Living Infant's abdomen.
The Living Infant seemed to be asleep and unresponsive.
Ji Jinglun examined him for a moment, then applied slight pressure to his hand.
As the force increased, the Living Infant's body began to deform, and then-
With a "plop," the Living Infant was severed in two.
However, the Living Infant's body contained no flesh or bones, but only wood.
The Living Infant was cut in two, and its tender white skin and flesh withered rapidly, turning into grayish-white wood.
Ji Jinglun stared at the wood chips falling from his palm, his face so dark it could drip water.
It was truly a case of trying to fill a basket with water, all of which came to nothing. All the previous calculations and nerve-wracking risks had become a joke.
After a long silence, Ji Jinglun spoke.
"Gentlemen, it seems we've all been tricked. But how should we resolve our previous conflicts? Perhaps..."
Ji Jinglun paused, glanced at the three people, and seeing that they didn't respond, continued.
"How about we let this grudge drop and pretend nothing happened, then return home? Also, I hope you will not mention today's events to outsiders, otherwise we will lose face!"
"Oh!"
Ji Jinglun was met with a mocking sneer from Song Wen.
"Fellow Daoist Ji, you just treated me as cannon fodder, but now you think you can just brush it off with a single sentence without even an apology? Is there such a thing as a free lunch?"
Ji Jinglun was already seething with anger.
Seeing that 'Gu Huang' was merely a Rogue Cultivator with only Mid Lingxu Dao Immortal Stage cultivation, yet dared to run headlong into the spearhead, Ji Jinglun's killing intent surged instantly.
"Gu Huang, you're asking for death!"
After saying that, he turned to Jiang Wanyue.
"Madam Jiang, you won't be protecting him anymore, will you?"
Jiang Wanyue's gaze swept over Song Wen and Ji Jinglun, but finally landed on the heavily injured Corpse Daoist Yin.
She then smiled gently.
"I will not interfere in your feud."
"That's good!" Having obtained Jiang Wanyue's promise, Ji Jinglun had no more scruples. "Gu Huang, prepare to die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Bone Banner fluttered, and the Sha Qi hanging in mid-air immediately surged and rushed towards Song Wen.
Instead of retreating, Song Wen advanced, heading straight towards the Sha Qi black tide.
In each of his hands, a ball of golden lightning condensed and quickly grew to the size of a washbasin.
With a flick of his wrist, the golden Lightning Sphere in his right hand struck first, colliding with the Sha Qi black tide.
"Boom!"
The Lightning Sphere exploded, transforming into dozens of lightning snakes as thick as an arm, which rampaged through the black tide of Sha Qi.
Wherever the lightning snake passed, all Sha Qi dissipated and vanished.
The Sha Qi black tide that Devour Heaven and Earth just moments before was now riddled with holes, like darkness under the rising sun, posing no threat whatsoever.
"Lei Xiu!"
Ji Jinglun looked horrified.
"Gu Huang, aren't you a corpse cultivator? Why are you proficient in Thunder Method?"