Jing River Dragon King

"Heh, save your strength. This peachwood talisman is called the Locking Immortal Talisman. They say even immortals can't escape it. That's an exaggeration, of course, but it's more than enough to pin down and drain a little Grain Avoidance Stage cultivator like you," Hu Yong sneered, noticing Shen Luo's resistance but paying it no mind.

"What exactly are you trying to do?" Shen Luo asked, his expression calm once more.

"I thought you'd already figured it out. Seems you only had a few suspicions. Since it'll take a little longer, I may as well let you die knowing why. This pond is a Netherworld seal, and beneath it lies the soul of the Jing River Dragon King. His soul survived his death, and his towering resentment has festered for years. Now that the seal has weakened, I'll sacrifice your blood and release him." Hu Yong sounded surprised at first, then rather pleased with himself.

Shen Luo knew at once that this was no small matter. If a vengeful ghost born of a dragon's soul broke free, the destruction it could cause would far surpass anything a mere Ghost General or Ghost King could manage.

"No wonder the resentment here is so deep, and the Yin Baleful Qi so dense," Shen Luo said grimly.

"Come to think of it, I'm curious. You aren't the strongest cultivator among them, and you all used Fiend-Repelling Talismans. Why were you the only one who sensed something was wrong?" Hu Yong asked.

"So that talisman of yours that blocks Yin Baleful Qi and resentment is called a Fiend-Repelling Talisman. My Divine Soul is far stronger than most people's. It's hardly strange that I sensed it," Shen Luo said offhandedly as he tried to circulate the Nameless Technique in secret.

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