The Treasure Bottle Fell, and Purple Bamboo Succumbed

"Don't rush, husband. I'm almost ready!"

Suddenly, an alluring mature beauty appeared behind Fang Ling, a pipa cradled in her arms.

"Drunken Life, Dreaming Death!" she murmured, her fingers swiftly plucking the strings.

Fang Ling, who had been riding high, fell to the ground with a thud.

He felt his bones go tingling and numb, his muscles powerless. He could not even remain standing.

Strange images surfaced in his mind, leaving him somewhat entranced.

Across from him, the Blood Demon Ancestor cried out in delight.

"Death-Dealing Awl!" An object abruptly appeared in his hand.

It was a magic treasure with seven layers of restrictions!

The objects of this world were divided into innate and acquired.

Innate objects could be called spirit treasures. They were most often found with those favored by heaven, in the form of their innate spirit treasures.

Acquired objects, on the other hand, were crafted by skilled artisans and called magic treasures.

A magic treasure's strength was measured by its restrictions. The higher its quality, the more restrictions it possessed, and the greater its power.

Ordinary magic treasures had only two or three restrictions, but the Death-Dealing Awl in the Blood Demon Ancestor's hand had seven!

"Kill!" Seizing the moment, the Blood Demon Ancestor unleashed the Death-Dealing Awl.

The Death-Dealing Awl struck dead center in Fang Ling's forehead and drove deep inside.

"I've finally dealt with this brat. That was no easy feat!" The Blood Demon Ancestor slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Only thanks to you coming out, my wife, did I get the chance to unleash the Death-Dealing Awl."

"If we'd kept fighting, I might truly not have been able to subdue him."

The beauty holding the pipa smiled faintly and walked to his side.

"It was also thanks to you keeping him occupied, husband, that I could focus on playing this piece."

"That nun is no easy opponent. Hurry and cultivate. Don't let her catch up."

"If we run into her, we may have trouble getting away."

"I know." The Blood Demon Ancestor nodded and strode toward Fang Ling.

Suddenly, however, he received a fright.

Fang Ling, whose eyes had been lowered and utterly lifeless, abruptly raised his head to look at him.

He lifted a hand and pulled the Death-Dealing Awl out of the center of his forehead.

Not only did the Blood Demon Ancestor freeze, but the beauty's face also filled with shock.

"Even that couldn't kill him? What kind of monster is he?"

"Husband, perhaps we should retreat..." the beauty murmured.

Having lived so many years, the Blood Demon Ancestor believed he had weathered every great wind and wave and could remain calm in any crisis.

Yet today, a junior had filled him with fear and dread.

Thump, thump, thump, thump...

Fang Ling's heart pounded wildly, as loud as thunder exploding in the heavens.

The corners of his mouth curled wildly upward. He shot forward and slammed a fist into the Blood Demon Ancestor's belly.

The Blood Demon Ancestor snapped out of his shock, his ferocity flaring as he once again fought Fang Ling at close quarters.

Seeing this, the beauty hurried to support the Blood Demon Ancestor from the sidelines.

The two worked together with remarkable coordination and soon forced Fang Ling into a desperate corner again.

But after being pushed to the brink, Fang Ling surged back once more, as though he possessed an undying body.

This time, even the Blood Demon Ancestor panicked. Only one thought remained in his mind: Run!

"Wife, retreat first! I'll cover you!" he shouted urgently.

The beauty's cultivation was two stages below his, only at middle Jade Balance.

Knowing she could do little more to help the Blood Demon Ancestor by staying, she immediately turned and left.

Fang Ling did not pursue her, instead continuing his deadly battle with the Blood Demon Ancestor before him.

A quarter of an hour later, the Blood Demon Ancestor's Blood Demon True Form was broken, and he suffered utter defeat!

Fang Ling savagely drove the Life-Bound Blood Sword down through the crown of his head, killing him.

The Blood Demon Ancestor had murdered countless people throughout his life, and the Blood Demon Scripture he cultivated also used living beings' blood and vital energy as its catalyst.

Thus, after killing him, Fang Ling enjoyed a thoroughly satisfying feast.

Both his Blood Sword and his physical body received an enormous boost.

The strain his repeated brushes with death had placed on his body also gradually healed under the nourishment of life origin.

"You'll join my husband in death!"

Suddenly, the beauty who had already left appeared again.

Her eyes were bloodshot as she played her pipa like a madwoman. "Nine Beats of Demonic Sound!"

This piece attacked the divine soul, but Fang Ling's divine soul was protected by the Golden Soul Mantra. She could not harm it in the slightest.

Fang Ling's figure flickered as he used Divine Movement Step to appear behind her.

He swung his great palm, slapping her straight into the ground and shattering the pipa in her arms along with her.

Every bone in her body shattered...

"Don't think you'll get off easily!" But before she died, she concentrated her spiritual will and activated a Divine Edict tucked against her chest.

A Divine Edict was a single-use treasure that used specially prepared spirit silk as a medium to carry a particular divine ability secret art.

Once activated with spiritual will, the divine ability carried by the Divine Edict would be cast upon the target designated by that will.

Seeing a peach blossom formed from flames drift toward him, Fang Ling dared not take it lightly and immediately spat out Fusang Divine Flame.

He intended to refine the strange flaming peach blossom with Fusang Divine Flame.

But to his utter surprise, Fusang Divine Flame had no effect on it.

The flaming peach blossom merged straight into his body and bloomed fully, setting him ablaze with lust.

The beauty's final Divine Edict was not fire at all, but a lustful craving that scorched both body and mind.

Without release, even a Jade Balance expert would be stifled to death.

For Fang Ling, it was even more terrifying.

His physical body was far too powerful and already brimmed with yang essence.

That surging yang essence now became fuel, making the flames of lust burn ever fiercer.

Already tormented by the Death-Seeking Curse, Fang Ling's mind now suffered an even greater breakdown, plunging him into utter madness.

He looked toward the beauty's still-warm corpse and was about to pounce.

Just then, a sharp rebuke came from above.

"You vile wretch! Even while fleeing for your life, you insist on committing evil."

"You truly are beyond saving!" Abbess Purple Bamboo, her face flushed, pressed her legs tightly together as she berated him.

"Today, I'll destroy you and rid the people of a scourge!"

She turned her palm over, and the white jade bottle with a willow branch in it appeared in her hand again.

This was no decoration, but a magic treasure she had spent her lifetime's savings to create: the Snow-Jade Heavenly Purification Bottle.

This magic treasure was far beyond the Blood Demon Ancestor's Death-Dealing Awl. It possessed thirteen restrictions and could be considered a supreme specimen among magic treasures!

She unleashed the treasure bottle, and a beam of white light shot out, shining upon Fang Ling.

Caught in the bottle's pull, Fang Ling could no longer move at all. Yet he continued struggling fiercely, expending every bit of his energy to resist its suction.

If he were drawn into this treasure, even if he survived, he would never get out again.

"Vile wretch, you still dare fight like a cornered beast?"

"Why not obediently accept your fate and spare yourself further pain?" Abbess Purple Bamboo snorted coldly.

Fang Ling turned a deaf ear and kept resisting, but the treasure bottle drew him ever closer.

The two remained locked in a stalemate for roughly a quarter of an hour.

Fang Ling was nearly exhausted and could only watch helplessly as he was drawn inside.

Just as despair overtook him, the treasure bottle's divine light suddenly vanished, and the Snow-Jade Heavenly Purification Bottle fell to the ground.

Throughout their stalemate, Abbess Purple Bamboo's condition had also grown steadily worse.

Now, her face was redder than a fully ripened apple...

"I'll spare you for today!" She gritted her teeth and hurriedly turned to leave.

But just then, Fang Ling lunged at her and dragged her down from the clouds.

Fang Ling's sudden approach completely broke Abbess Purple Bamboo, who had already been on the verge of collapse.

She could no longer concern herself with any of that.