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"The manner of death was all the same: first, they were crushed by a huge force, and then their blood essence was drained and they died."

One person killed more than thirty of my disciples from the Yellow Springs Netherworld.

It seems that a remarkable figure has emerged from this generation of the Holy Sect.

About half a day after Qi Yun and his two companions left, a tall, thin man wearing a wide straw hat, a faded blue cloth jacket, and carrying an old white cloth banner strolled into the ravaged battlefield.

He gently waved the long banner in his hand, and the banner moved on its own even though there was no wind.

The next moment, blurry, ethereal, and faintly resentful figures of remnant souls slowly emerged from the scorched earth and corpses around them, drawn together by an invisible force.

"Senior Brother Zhao, you've finally arrived."

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhao avenged us."

"Those disciples of the Holy Sect lacked martial ethics; we died a terrible death."

As soon as these remnant souls of the Yellow Springs Netherworld disciples appeared, they surrounded the man named Zhao Wuji, chattering and complaining in tearful voices.

"Junior brothers, please calm down. Speak slowly and rest on my banner first."

He pressed his hand down, and a kind smile appeared on Zhao Wuji's long, slender face beneath his bamboo hat.

"Senior Brother Zhao! We are fellow disciples. If I get caught on your Soul-Gathering Banner, I won't be able to reincarnate."

"Run! He wants to take our banner!"

As remnant souls, these cultivators from the Yellow Springs Netherworld were in a daze, their spirituality chaotic, and they had no idea that Zhao Wuji had appeared there with the Soul-Gathering Banner in his hand, which was already extremely dangerous.

However, by the time they realized what was happening, it was too late.

"Come, come, why suffer the torment of reincarnation and the illusion of the afterlife?"

"Why not join my precious banner, so that we, fellow disciples, can practice the Great Law together? Wouldn't that be even better?"

Zhao Wuji's smile remained unchanged, but his voice carried a strange allure.

The long banner in his hand swayed more violently, while his other hand made a strange Method Formula seal and he chanted incantations.

During the foggy period, an immense suction force erupted from the seemingly simple banner.

Like an invisible black hole, it forcibly pulled and swept back all the scattered remnants of souls that tried to escape.

Amidst a series of desperate, silent screams, all these remnant souls were absorbed into the banner.

The white banner now faintly displays more distorted and pained facial patterns.

Zhao Wuji weighed the Soul-Gathering Banner in his hand with satisfaction, noting that it seemed to have become a bit heavier. He then raised his hand and patted a few wisps of pure Yin Sha black energy collected from the corpses into the banner.

"Hmm, this banner is still missing a ' Main Soul ' capable of commanding all the souls." He muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the desiccated corpses scattered on the ground beneath his bamboo hat.

"That disciple of the Holy Sect is so bloodthirsty, his body shrouded in Sha Qi; he is the perfect material for refining Main Soul."

"Yes, we need to speed things up. We can't let the Zombie Alliance and those guys from the Hehuan Palace get there first."

[Peach Garden] 15th floor!

It was accompanied by a soft "la" sound.

A strange dagger, about an inch long, slashed open the incredibly hard trunk of the Heaven-Reaching Peach Tree.

Three figures, somewhat wolfish and fox-like, stumbled and fell from the surging spiritual light of the Universe Wall.

"No wonder we can only reach the fifteenth floor. The surging torrents of the universe within this main structure are incredibly fierce, and the higher the floor, the more ferocious they become."

"I'm afraid if we go up another level, our physical bodies will be torn into strips of flesh."

Without hesitation, he took out two fragrant pills from his Storage Bag.

He swallowed one himself and handed the other to Shen Fan face was equally pale.

Feeling the medicinal power unfold, nourishing the damaged meridians and internal organs.

The excruciating pain gradually subsided, and his tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

Compared to the disheveled state of Shen and Du, Qi Yun was in much better condition, though his breathing was somewhat disordered, as he was, after all, a cultivator at the Qi Refining Fifth Layer Perfection.

The internal microcirculation system has been established, making his physique several times stronger than theirs.

With his physical strength, he could withstand two more layers.

Ignoring Shen and Du, who were still recovering, Qi Yun strode towards the statue not far away.

This is a middle-aged man holding a gourd, carrying a long sword on his back, sitting cross-legged with a broad smile.

The style is quite different from the previous two statues.

A ray of light shot out from the Spirit Points on the back of his hand and disappeared into the statue before him.

One by one, clusters of light reappeared.

Several intense throbbing sensations surged through Qi Yun's heart, but he ignored them, his self-light sweeping across one ball of light after another.

Searching for that thing I'm hoping for!

Got it!

The moment his gaze fell upon that divine object, Qi Yun's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

However, when he saw the exchange Spirit Points for this item, the smile on his face faded slightly.

Fifty thousand!

A full 50,000 Spirit Points!

Even though he had killed so many poisonous insects and strange beasts, as well as more than thirty cultivators from the Yellow Springs Netherworld, he was still more than 10,000 Spirit Points short of that number.

"There's a reason why things are expensive. The more expensive they are, the better their efficacy!" Qi Yun comforted himself for a moment, then withdrew his gaze and began to calculate his future fortune.

[Extremely unlucky!]

Looking at the predicted fortune, Qi Yun's eyes flashed, and he took out a healing pill and swallowed it.

Or is it a very bad omen?

It seems that the encirclement of my Holy Sect by the three sects is quite dangerous. We should first find a way to gather enough Spirit Points to exchange for this divine item.

Once we get the goods, everything will be fine.

Unless True Person personally intervenes, I can usually deal with ordinary Qi Refining cultivators by using [Gather Form and Disperse Qi].

If the three True Person were to personally intervene, my Holy Sect True Person would handle it.

With these thoughts in mind, Qi Yun swayed and used the Gather Form and Disperse Qi. His illusory body remained in place, while his true body moved to the side, took out the [Great Wondrous True Gauze], and began to recover his mental and physical energy.

Time passed slowly.

In the distance, Du Yunian, his hands supporting his chin, looked at Qi Yun, who remained beneath the statue, his expression complex. He couldn't help but whisper to Shen Fan beside him:

"It's been almost an hour and he still hasn't finished choosing?"

Could it be that there are no such divine objects that can alter one's aptitude on this level?

The thought of this possibility made Du Yunian's heart sink.

Some worried that if Qi Yun's hopes were dashed, he might take his anger out on the two of them.

"Let him watch for as long as he wants, it's none of your business." Giving Du Yunian a sidelong glance, Shen Fan's eyes were like autumn water, and the corners of her mouth occasionally curved into a smile, as if she were secretly thinking about something, her expression carrying a hint of languid allure.

Du Yunian rolled her eyes at first, staring at Shen Fan's expression, but as she looked at him, she found Shen Fan, who was so focused at the moment, to have a strange kind of beauty.

It even made his heart race inexplicably, and gave him an urge to get closer.

"Brother, you smell so good--" Du Yunian seemed to catch a the Unseen of a sweet fragrance, and his eyes glazed over.

Shen Fan, standing to the side, was the same. He had already stood up, his eyes glazed over, and his steps unsteady as he walked toward "Qi Yun" under the statue in the distance, muttering something unconsciously.

"Hehe, I've never seen such a show between three grown men before~"

Seeing that the three were out of their minds, a clear and charming laugh, like the tinkling of silver bells, suddenly rang out.

A graceful figure, draped in a light pink gauze dress, with bare, white feet and delicate silver rings on her ankles, floated down like a light butterfly.

Her bright, cunning eyes swept over the three people, whose expressions were clearly off, with great interest.

Especially Shen Fan, whose gaze was unfocused as she walked toward "Qi Yun," and Du Yunian, whose eyes were glazed over, couldn't help but lightly bite their slender white fingers, their beautiful faces showing an excited and expectant look as they were about to see a wonderful show.